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hi guys! here! for the sake of those who reviewed, here's chapter 7 in Reddie's thoughts. Enjoy reading.
CHAPTER 7
An UNEXPECTED FLIGHT
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NATSUME's POV
I'm sure it's me. I can see myself embracing a girl with light brown hair. I can't see her face but for sure I feel like a paper being torn apart. I held her tighter and kissed her head, "I'll definitely find you. I'll get you back no matter what…" I told her.
I don't understand a thing. What's happening? Why am I hurting? Is this a nightmare?
"I love you, M—…"
*vibrating
You can sit beside me when the world comes down, if it doesn't matter then just turn around
We don't need our bags or we can just leave town—
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My eyes opened abruptly at the sound of my phone. My head hurts. It's usually like this when I'm disturbed from my slumber but this time, it hurts so differently. It's like… it originates from the heart. Aww… it hurts just like a toothache.
Why the hell am I thinking about heartaches and toothaches! "Ugh!" I moaned as I poke my head with the palm of my hands. "Stupid phone…" I said to the air.
I don't usually read text messages but this phone gets more annoying with the nonstop messages that keep on coming. I stare at the screen. Thirty-one missed calls. I've got eleven messages too, which all came from Tono, or at least nine of them, asking me to come to my Grandmother's ball. I've sent my refusal before so I didn't bother reading them all. One from Konan, a distant cousin, and the last from an unknown number, and that's the one I opened.
"You will be there… You have to be there… -Imai H."
For a moment my head just went blank, and then it was suddenly flooded with random thoughts. I winced in pain while trying to calm myself down. I breathed deep and focused.
I got up and stood before the wall-sized glass window where I can look down at the bay and the city lights—the current source of the little light in my totally-dark room. And then I remember it—my weird dream.
I'm with a girl.
That's funny. I smiled inwardly. Why wouldn't I? I've never been with a girl. Those flirts don't count, of course, but court a girl, date a girl, nuh-uh. Dreams really are insane. Some dirt on my glass window caught my attention so I raised my hand to wipe it out. It's distracting my view of the city lights.
But my attention shifted from the dirt to my—my ring finger. What's this thing doing in my ring finger?
City lights… a girl… a smile—
*vibrating
You can sit beside me when the world comes down, if it doesn't matter then just tu—
I snapped back to reality, but my heart's still pumping fast and loud. I can thank my noisy phone this moment for bringing my thoughts back to my head. I picked it up.
"Natsume…" it's a female voice. It's Konan's. As I mentioned, she's a distant relative and my secret fiancé. Not that she's my fiancé now, it's just an arrangement that our families made in case we don't find the right persons for us. We're some kind of 'default' for each other, but amidst all the awkward arrangement, we're not affected, and we're still good friends. "You're not coming?" she asked.
"Ye—"
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You will be there… You have to be there…
You will be there… You have to be there…
You will be there… You have to be there…
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"Natsume?" Konan called out again from the other line. God, I'm so alienated today, what the hell's wrong with me? And that message… why does it suddenly creeps into my head like a computer virus?
"Can you pick clothes to wear for me, Konan?" I suddenly blabbered while sliding my fingers fast on the touchpad. I'm now booking online for a connecting flight from here, Boston, to Rome, then from Rome to Turin since the nearest airport on France's border is fully-booked.
I heard her chuckle. "What made you change your mind?"
"It's not important. I'll catch up at the ball. Just don't tell them that I'm coming, okay? Leave the stuffs in my room. Thanks." I said in a rush, holding the phone with my ears and shoulders as I cram my passport, wallet, keys and other important stuff in a small bag.
"Is that all?" she asked again.
"A car from Caselle's airport. I may need a fast one…" I told her and got out of the room.
"You're still full of surprises, Hyuuga. I'll leave the key of the car under the plant pot nearest to the men's rest room at terminal 5, I'll mark it with a red flaglet. I'll be busy from now on. Goodluck. I'll see yah there…" then she hung up. I can ask for no one's favor now, except from her.
My car's in full speed at as I drive to get in the airport. It's already two in the morning and I'm just in time for my three-o'clock boarding. I waited for a while until I'm finally on-board. Until this very moment I'm still wondering to myself… why am I suddenly going there? Didn't I refuse going? And now I'm doing all these in the last minute as if it's as important as my life.
As important as my life… Funny. But I don't know. It's just that… it's as if my mind was set to go.
After almost ten hours, I arrived at Fiumicino and I need to wait for two hours again for my connecting flight to Turin. I turned my phone on, put the earphones on my ears and relaxed for a bit, since I don't have the appetite to take some lunch. I'm still wondering why I'm here.
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(NP: Back To Me by All American Rejects)
…can't you see? I beg and plead,
'cause when your eyes light up the skies tonight
I know you're gonna find your way back to me…
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Wait. Have I heard this song before? It's so familiar. I'm not kidding I can sing with it as it plays. It's like a song I've forgotten, but I can sing it when it's played to me.
My life… is getting weirder and weirder.
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No don't, don't you ever let a piece of me down
'Cause time won't get back when I'm never around
When we live so many walls that I can barely breathe,
You say that you just want someone but I'm the only one you need
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"Final call for passengers for flight dsdtgrtwetwew."
I stood up and proceeded to the terminal gate. Of course I have to turn off my phone, but the song just keeps playing on my head. Last song syndrome. The actual flight takes only thirty minutes but because of some freaking air traffic, it took me almost an hour and a half to reach Caselle.
"Soon when I get you, I won't let you go…" I noticed myself singing as I walk towards to plant pot. Normal eyes didn't notice me as I took the key from under it. I proceeded to the parking lot and followed the car's number. Wise girl, a Chevy Corvette, and as expected, it's blue. "This'll do…" I told myself after turning on the machine, and then I got out of there.
I can't help checking the time, so now I'm thinking that there's really something wrong with me. It's already four in the afternoon, I haven't slept and I haven't eaten. I can't even find a reason for this anxiety. I drove past Tangenziale Nord in a speed that would make the traffic enforcers crazy, then Galleria Prapontin, to SS25 and found relief when I reached Moncenisio. But I have to stop. I need something to eat. My drive continued, reached Regione Lago and after some minutes, I arrived at my grandmother's villa. I avoided the front since the guests are already arriving, and there's so many of them. I parked the car a little distant and walked to the back door where I think few passes by, and went straight to my room.
I let out a deep breath, closing the door behind me. Now why am I here? Why do I need to be here?
Suit's hanged in the cabinet. A note reads. I sighed. I know that girl. She never does me a favor for free. I lazily took the suit and changed.
I think I don't look so healthy amidst my good looks. I'm not lifting my own chair, I'm just telling the truth about my looks. But who am I fooling? I'm not really healthy. I even look like a blood-sucked creature for the paleness of my face.
Alright, time to get out. This is so not me. It's like I'm locked in someone else's body that no matter how I think about how odd my actions are, I'm still doing it.
The ball room was filled with people, some are familiar and some are not. I made my way past them when I saw Tono. He's talking to a girl, and didn't notice me. I saw my dad next. He's by the door greeting guests. I was to make my way towards him, but I'm suddenly frozen on where I stand.
When my father twisted his body, a tall, blonde guy was revealed before my eyes and beside him… is a girl with a familiar… hair.
Crap. What's with the hair?
I'm glad I know how to show a stoic face, even when I'm so bothered now. I can't help looking at her. Have I seen her before? Sure she's not one of those beauty-queen-types of girl, but she's quite pretty though she looks uncomfortable. My chest suddenly feels heavy and my brain wants to let loose as I scan it for names and faces. I didn't take my eyes off her. Her eyes passed by my direction unintentionally, and then, as if I called her, her gaze darted back at me, examining my face. We were locked in our eyes like for a very long time.
"Here you are…" a hand touched my arm. I shifted my gaze to its owner. It's Konan. Her dark hair still has those blue streaks. She wears a black dress with some stripe details and her heels made her height reach my ears.
"Hi." I greeted her, cheaply as usual. She smiled but rolled her amber eyes and handed me glass of champagne which I took willingly and turned to look at the girl again but I was disappointed not find her. I look around but it's like she's just an illusion, like water that immediately evaporated.
"And your rose…" she mumbled as she turned me to her direction and placed a red rose on my left chest.
"Shouldn't it be white?" I asked. "Every guy in this room has a white one."
She finally finished fastening the flower on my suit, then looked up at me with an eye-roll. "Sorry, I can't find any whites anymore. Don't forget to give that rose to your 'favored' dance partner later." And with that, she left me alone again.
I suddenly felt restless. Something inside me aches and tells me to find her. I need a distraction. I went out just before Tono or my grandmother catches me and make me help them with the guests. I walked around the garden and sat on the root of the big tree where I used to climb when I was a kid. I can't help thinking about that girl. I didn't even memorize her face, just her hair… it's like… that girls' hair in my dream. And the irony of it all when I saw her face—the attraction and my heartbeat against my aching head… it's quite disturbing.
I'm now starting to think… that she's something…
…or someone.
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PREVIEW TO CHAPTER 10:
His face was like a big, bold title on a newspaper that will take your attention instantly, but more than that, I really think I saw it before. Maybe lately, or maybe some minutes ago.
I don't know but it's like everything became black and white and the only colored one is him. My head hurts too. I can't understand anything.
He's so beautiful. More beautiful that that girl with amber eyes. But his face… I really think that I've seen it before. I try to remember names—celebrities, politicians, socialites…
Ouch!
Darn, it's making my head hurt. What's worse is that I think I… know him.
Owkay, there goes my promise :)
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