My life has officially gone from bad to worse. 2004 does not agree with me. Some bstrd ran off with my cellphone. I hate people like that!!!!
I kinda slipped into depression after that, and the thing that revived me was a song. It'll appear in the last chapter of this fic.
I don't own Shin Shirayuki Densetsu Pretear, which's why I'm making fics about it. Sorry about grammar and stuff…I'm aware that I'm supposed to be writing in a correct fashion by now…gods, I'm already halfway to 17. Unfortunately, bad luck does fry the brain and suspends all illusions of common sense.
The show must go on!
Himeno was left standing and her mouth formed a perfect 'o' when she finally saw the singer named Sasame. Wispy silver locks, piercing purple eyes, lean and slender frame...and most of all, the shy, innocent grin.
It was the man she had met on the bus to Hokkaido.
A Song For My Beloved
Chapter 3: Of Impropriety
"Ano, sumimasen, could you possibly get your butt on this chair so I can get a visual of him?" An irate reporter behind Himeno pointed to the chair marked 'Tokyo Talk' so she could locate her seat. Himeno obliged with her jaw still hanging down from finally seeing her subject… A man so desired that fans break into his room to steal his underwear… Boxers, from what Satomi had researched… There was a framed pair in Satomi's bedroom. That's intensive research…Wait, he's Sasame? THE Sasame? What the…
After a moment of pondering, she regretted complying with the man's request. She was, unfortunately seated behind one of the tallest men in the room. The fates were cruel, or perhaps it was merely revenge taken upon her for not showing any warmth to her family. Not that it mattered; they were all gone.
He's gone
Himeno was crushed; her hopes of getting to know him better had been dashed. He was by far the most unreachable person for her. She had thought that it was perfect. Himeno had the ring strung on a necklace, and all she needed to do was to find that person and then, wham! Perfect ending: they realize they're meant to be with each other, and they live happily ever after. Great, how naïve of me to think that.
She decided to concentrate on what she had been sent to do: write a stellar article about this perfect guy who was living his dream. She was skeptical at first, finding difficulty grasping the life of such a celebrity. Himeno wondered how she was going to sugarcoat everything and throw in a load of flattery. But when she saw him seated there, she understood that her work was practically finished, and all she had to do was to string together the words.
The only thing she could see was the stern face of one of the singer's bodyguards, standing next to him, surveying the room for possible bombs, dangerous devices… Anything that would cause him to lose his job. Guess I have to do mine.
"Hajime." He leaned over to the mic effortlessly, grasping the said object in his left hand instead of leaving it in its holder. Oh my God…It really is him. Sasame didn't let the reporters ask the questions; he got right down to business.
"Hara-san and I are not a couple. It is unfortunate that the beautiful lady is taken. Her kiss was merely a show of her affection as I signed all my albums that she had collected." He grinned, prompting a flurry of flashes from all the cameras in the room. The perfectly rehearsed speech prepared by his manager paid off as all of the reporters remained still in their seats, not smelling anything fishy. Himeno suddenly snapped back to reality at the mention of the k-word. Kiss? Did you say kiss? Her face colored and her grip on her camera tightened, turning her knuckles white.
A flurry of images of a past, bittersweet with memories
A woman with glasses raised her hand and Masako gave her a nod. She proceeded with, "Is it true that you disappeared last week?" Sasame's grin faltered a little and he replied, "It wasn't a disappearance. I missed the Yuki Matsuri so I decided to visit Sapporo while the taping of my new video was being postponed."
"What about that new video? How's it going? Is it true that Ayu-chan is going to be in it too?"
Masako snapped, "No compound questions please" and realized that she was no longer in law school. How she ended up in the film and music industry was a mystery to her.
"It's okay. It's great… The video is just going to show me walking along the beach and stuff… Although, I have worked with Ayu-chan before. She's a great person, really." He shuddered at the thought of collaborating with her again. His fans her fans = disaster (stampede, impromptu moshpit, etc)
Other reporters went on with the squeezing out of juicy bits of gossip from Sasame. Himeno just shrunk in her seat, not knowing what to ask. All coherent thoughts had gone out of her head, all those philosophical queries wasted. Memories of her trip to Hokkaido flashed in Himeno's mind. She realized she still had his necklace. The ring strung on it shone in the light, making her squint a little. I should give it back to him after the conference…
I can't seem to forget you
"The last question please," Masako stated to the audience of writers. She honestly needed to wrap things up; the questions were starting to become…stupid. She didn't know how that was even possible with the old saying on how those who don't ask are fools.
A small hand was raised in the air, amidst a multitude of other hands. "You, with the red sweater," the manager said, "Ask away."
Himeno looked blankly at the manager until a reporter from J-Channel nudged her and told her she was the one being referred to. She grinned sheepishly upon glancing at her sleeve; it was a brilliant scarlet knit. What to ask? What can I possibly ask of him? Does he even remember me?
But you don't even try to remember me
"Do you," she started nervously, her voice quavering, "…do you believe in fairy tales?"
He fidgeted with his watch a bit, trying to come up with a wonderfully insightful answer to her question. She (at least he thought the voice to be feminine) sounded like a little girl, asking whether Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy were real. Sasame struggled to come up with an answer that satisfied both him and the press. Honestly, he didn't think fairy tales could come true. Take me for example. I have everything I could ever want. Am I happy? Sasame's amethyst eyes were fixed upon an invisible, intangible presence in the room. He could feel everything change around him, as if the whole place buzzed with an emotion that overpowered logic. He was brought back to his decision to run, to the escape, to the girl…
I just wish you would
Masako cast a nervous gaze upon Sasame. Hayate had told her he got the silver-haired singer drunk, and he might blurt out something he would regret. She reached for the microphone to end the conference when he grabbed it and fixed his gaze upon the direction of that reporter who had asked such a troubling thing.
Himeno couldn't see his face, but she could feel his stare through the thick skull of the person in front of her, protecting him from his burning gaze. He said, with all the passion he could muster from all five years of his career, "No, I'm afraid I don't. I believe that such stories are not possible in the real world. What we can do is to find a way to make reality as close as we can to fantasy, to live our dreams the best we could and hope it all works out."
He muttered a feeble apology for having to leave so soon, and stood up as the cameras flashed. It robbed him the opportunity to find the one who had asked the last question. Sasame smiled insincerely, knowing that it looked real in the pictures.
Himeno shrunk in her seat, knowing that his answer was the truth. She knew, quite perfectly in fact how tales of Cinderella, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty were confined to fiction. She just wanted to know if he believed. A lone tear slipped down her cheek, echoing the disappointment swirling inside her.
I just wish…
He was a prince after all, in his magnificent palace, preventing a lowly person such as herself from ever reaching him.
To be continued…
A/N: Lines in … are from a poem we made during Literature class in senior year. The title of the poem is the title of the current chapter. It's sad because I can't get a feel for the story at the moment. Please keep in mind that this chapter is subject to massive editing once my darkness passes.
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