Chapter 12
Melody of hope
A few hours left, and we´re in Tokyo, Zakuro thought.
The purple-haired model was on her ''Air China'' plane, heading to Japan. In first class, of course. She was sitting on a comfortable, soft seat with a cover on her knees and a pillow behind her head. The plane had left two hours ago. She would be back in time for the ceremony.
She was a bit agitated, even if she was doing her best no to show it. She wasn´t really returning for Ichigo´s wedding.
She was returning for Minto.
But is she waiting for me ?
Zakuro waved her pen over the sheet of paper on the tablet.
She sighed and tried to continue her writing.
Silver stars, shining above us
Telling us the secrets of the sky
In his eyes, the gleaming miror
Where our dreams have last wonder...
Then nothing. Black-out.
Zakuro sighed again. She was feeling so...
Alone.
Unwanted.
If they had knew, the fans would have laughed. Fujiwara Zakuro, the gorgeous, luminous supermodel, the talented singer, the charming actress surrounded by admirers and suitors, alone and unwanted ?
Only it was true.
Even if she didn´t know it, Minto was the closest person Zakuro had allowed near her. She had seen the side of herself – her true self – she didn´t show to the world. Because the world couldn´t understand.
Minto could.
I wonder if I shouldn´t have stayed in Shangai...
While she was thinking this, she vaguely heard a swearword coming from the seat in front of her. Zakuro absent-mindedly remembered that it was some American businessman.
« What are you telling me, she won´t do it ? What does that mean ? »
Loud, obnoxious rich guys... Zakuro decided to ignore him. She was tired.
But...
« Ed Summers´s company makes about millons of dollars every year ! It´s even more than Aizawa´s own incomes ! What´s his –beep- daughter thinking ?
« ...
« She doesn´t want to marry the richest guy of New York ? How many other guys like Ed does that Minto think she´s gonna find ?
« ...
« Damn it ! What a little...
« Mr Connor, I have to ask to calm down, said firmly the air hostess.
« Excuse me, but can´t you see I... »
Behind them, Zakuro remained silent.
Then a smile – a sweet, happy, wonderful smile – illuminated her face. She took her pen, and calmly leaned forward to write.
I have your name on my soft lips
I wish yours could kiss my rose
When I look at the sky, your face is here, shining
You are my star, my golden light of hope...
