He had finally, after much thinking of what to do, fallen asleep on the floor of his room, not really wanting to move from where he was. It was a long night, and it seemed as if it would have never ended. He was glad when the morning came but regretted any contact he might have with his father. He did not even bother to take off his uniform, he sat up, rubbing his sore neck and slowly walked out of the room.
He looked around for any signs of his father, but there were none. He was grateful and went into the kitchen. He found a note on the door of the refrigerator. He took it off for closer examination.
Michael, I don't know what has gotten into you lately but when I get home we are in need of a very very long talk.
He reread it a couple of times before crinkling the paper and tossing it into the trash can under the cabinet. What had gotten into him? What's gotten into everyone around him. He signed and rubbed his temples. His head still ached. Maybe he wasn't cut out to be one of those alcoholic drunks. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and pressed it onto the lever for ice from the fridge, then for the water. He set the glass on the counter and headed for the bathroom, getting a few pain relievers from the medicine cabinet.
After he had some pills in his system, hoping that the effects would come soon, he took a nice, long, hot shower, to try and wash the dirty feeling off of him. He knew he was in there for a while, washing himself and sitting in the tub with his eyes closed, trying to think of what he could do to make it up to Sakano. He never meant to hurt him how he did.
When he was dressed, wearing tight black pants with zip up boots that reached his calves and a semi baggy dark blue shirt, he headed out of the door, that was after he grabbed his key's and wallet. It was warm outside, but then again, it was reaching summer.
He was glad that the train station was not too far from his apartment, it would be the easiest way to get to NG from his current location, and he was glad that it was not that far away from where they lived, his fathers job was to thank for that. It was a quiet ride on the train, full of elderly people and a only a few smaller children, though he was glad when the ride was over and he had finally reached his destination, NG Production Building. He had to make sure to avoid his father at all costs.
He walked into the double doors, waving to the receptionist at the desk as he headed downward to the buildings cafeteria. He hoped that food would help Sakano forgive him for what had happened last night, but to make sure that he was there and not at home, he waited until he got to the ladies to pay for the sandwich he picked up as well as the french fries and lemon iced tea.
"Excuse me, umm... Is Sakano-san working today?" He asked the woman.
The black haired woman smiled at him, "Yes, he should be in his office I would assume. That will be ¥650."
He thanked the woman after paying her the money and headed back through NG, taking the elevator to the floor with Sakano's office on it. He took a right in the direction of the office and quickly dodged into an open door.
"I told you, the television interview was going to be scheduled for THIS Friday, not NEXT friday, do you understand now?" His fathers voice came as he passed the room that Michael had hid in.
The blond looked out carefully to make sure that his father was not there anymore, luckily he was not. Keeping a firm hold onto the bag with the food on it, he walked out of the closet that he had found himself to be in. Going a few more doors down he came to Sakano's office. He waited though, until the man was off of the phone before knocking on the opened door.
"Come in," was all that he heard, he presumed that the man was writing something.
Without further delay he walked into the office and shut the door, the door shutting made the man look up from his paperwork to him, a face of worry came over him. "Umm... Sakano-san..." the boy began, "I um... I want to apologize for what had happened last night... I had no idea that I had done any of those things to you and I am sorry." He bowed, it had to have been the first time that he had ever bowed to the man. "I brought you lunch." He quickly added at the end of his sentence.
He did not hear any response, he just starred at the ground, bowing, waiting for the man to tell him that he did not have to bow, but no words came and he did not want to look up at him in fear of seeing the man's face, whatever expression it could have been. Though Sakano did break the silence after his long waiting, or it felt to Michael that he waited long enough to talk. "Michael, I really don't know what to say." He looked up at the man, after standing upright again. "What had happened last night, I know it was an act out of the influence of alcohol, but... the words that you had said hurt deeply."
"I don't even know what I said." Michael interrupted, his face was a mix of bewilderment and sorrow.
"However, I know that you did not mean it, or at least I hope that you did not mean what you said. I will accept your apology." Sakano said, pushing his glasses up his nose and sighing. Michael smiled, relived that he was not angry at him anymore, or at least he hoped he was not angry at him. "What was it you brought me?" He asked and Michael could not help but chuckle slightly.
