CHAPTER 4: THE DAY OF SADNESS
Fuuko's POV
Frequently, I dine with him after the somewhat-five-hour sketches, discussions, and debates. I barely stay in my warm, welcoming office because he always sends Celine to take me to his dull and gray one. We're clearly professional, and we address each other formally, no "monkey" and "Ice Boy" respectively. Maybe all anger are stored and released outside, or we'll be the campus story (a/n: 0o…).
Once we had dinner in some kind of formal restaurant, since we always go to that kind.
"Mi-c…Mr. President?" I asked.
He held my hand. "Fuuko, how many times do I have to tell you to call me the usual way outside the office?" he reminded, not coldly, but gently. (a/n: LoL! Tokiya called her Fuuko, "the usual way")
"Sorry, Mi-chan," I apologized. That's the usual name of his, isn't it?
He talked with a reservation attendant who gave me a "you're-so-lucky-having-a-date-with-a-rich-guy" look.
He escorted me to the reserved place and tended me to sat down (which is essential). He stared blankly at the table after the waiter took our orders.
"Mi-chan," I said. "Is there something wrong?" What a waste! How can I handle his obduracy? He's ignoring me.
Because of that, silence ensued as we ate. After the dinner, however, a new persona appeared in the form of Mi-chan. He talked to me as though I was a doll, all I could do was to nod in agreement.
"All I want to do is to forget her," he told me hopelessly. "I've tried everything – women, casinos, useless things." He didn't look at me but I clearly saw how true he is. He's like a winter flower, slowly tearing its beautiful petals into pieces because of the piercing cold.
I held his hand. "No material thing can help you. Only this," I led his hand to his chest, "could help you forget."
"Fuuko," he said, breathless. "I don't understand."
Woah! That was weird. A very smart man not knowing what I'm, talking about. Yeah right.
I have no choice but to say something. "You'll understand it someday, when your heart lets you know."
Mr. Mitsuahshi, the head of the board, was in front of my apartment one Saturday. I, yawning, went to the front door and asked him. "Do I have to go to office today?" really, I was horrified at the idea. Mi-chan has been pressuring me mentally and, believe it or not, emotionally.
He smiled at me gently. "Ms. Kirisawa, I am here under President Mikagami's orders," he said, bowing the respectful way. I hate people doing that. It makes me feel I'm an old woman already.
"So where are we going?" I asked, greatly annoyed at Mi-chan's nosy needs.
"Please ma'am," he pleaded.
I gave up at his gentle words and long speech. "Can you wait?" I asked him.
"Of course ma'am, Mr. President will wait as long as forever."
Fine. I proceeded to my room, thinking. What if I will make him wait as long as forever? Well, there is something that made me move faster. What that is, I don't know.
Moments later, I emerged from the house, wearing a petite skirt and turtle neck. After locking the house, I climbed inside the car as Mr. Mistuhashi opened it.
While inside the car, I asked him. "Why are you driving for me, Mr. Mistuhashi?" It is really weird to have a rich head of the board as a driver of a consultant manager.
"It's my job, and I am grateful," he replied.
We stopped at some sort of five-star hotel. This is weird. I thought we're just going to dine in the hotel's restaurant but Mr. Mitsuhashi led me to a hotel room (a/n: gasps).
After inserting the key card on the door, he held his hand, signaling that I should go in. Oh my God! What are we gonna do in a hotel room?
I entered inside the room and noticed how dark it is. There is no one inside and all the windows are closed.
"Hello?" I said, attempting to grab attention.
Slowly, I heard some screeching and I saw a small source of light from my right. I turned to that side and I saw a figure emerging behind the curtains. Since it is afternoon, the sunlight reflected unto his silvery hair.
"Mi-chan," I said slowly.
Nepherei: thanks... however, i'm not that fond of Hale, just his song...
DISCLAIMER: i do not own FLAME OF RECCA nor STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN... as you can see, i based some scenes in the junsuh-song joo outlook... (relief that there is no nosy yoo ri and tae hwa on the way)
