I don't own B-project kodou*ambitious, I wish I did, but sadly… it's, just not the case.
To Be Continued...
Chapter 2 Share what's important to you.
"Okay, sweetie. Please lift your arms." A distant voice echoes out from the darkness. Until a spot of light gradually emerges from out of nowhere. A small girl sitting completely still on a pale wooden stool lifts her arms into the air, while staring at her dangling bare feet. A woman with kind concerned eyes carefully slides a brand new dark dress over the little girls head and lifted arms. Strands of almost black hair curl pass the woman's shoulders as she carefully fastens the shiny black buttons on the back of the dress.
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The meticulous woman lightly hums a tune, as she gently runs a silver brush through the little girl's chestnut brown hair. The warm glow of the morning light gently shines off the hairbrush as the girl's glossy locks slips through the stiff cream bristles, until it slides out like spun silk. Skilled fingers cautiously pull the shiny hair through a pair of rubber bands, before sliding two dark barrettes into the child's hair.
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The distant somber song gradually fades as the last polished black leather shoe carefully slides on the dark knee high sock. The kind woman gently extends out her hand, lifting the silent girl's obscured face, sharing a small reassuring smile with the pigtailed girl. "You'll see, after some time, you'll be okay." Without another word, the woman lifts up from her knees and simply turns her back on the silent little girl, leaving the tiny pink bedroom with a soft click.
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After a while, the door creeks open revealing a single hand being held out from the doorway. "Come now, we don't want to be late." The silent girl stands from her stool, placing her small hand in the offered one.
Beams of warm light shine inside the cab, and across the darkly dressed silent passengers. The long dark car slowly rolls into a pair of opened iron gates. Small polished shoes step from the car, and onto a slate grey steppingstone. With the large hand wrapping tightly around the small hand, the leather shoes gradually step from stone to stone. Faded cherry blossoms silently land on the stones as the two souls solemnly walk the lonely flowered covered path.
Only two souls, with heavy hearts, travel hand and hand to the end of the somber path.
Swirls of incense aimlessly drift around a deserted tall grey stone,
where only two dressed in black, sadly kneel down
...and say their final goodbyes.
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POV Tsubasa Sumisora
A short gasp of air bursts from my parted lips as my crimson eyes suddenly flash open. Rapidly blinking my eyes from the harsh morning light, shining through flowing white sheers. The chilled morning air gently whispers across my prickled skin. Feeling a wandering wet trail trickle down the side of my face as the vivid images fade into my clearing consciousness. With my chest heaving, my eyes slide over to the blue digital numbers steadily shining into the room. Noticing the time, I wearily pull the covers over my tangled bedhead, and curl onto my side.
Slowly sliding my eyes closed, silently allowing the tears to fall against my pillow.
A few hours later…
Standing at the frosted glass door, I blindly reach in the bottom of my bag, and pull out a small wrapped square as a wide excited smile graces my lips. I carefully slide the wrapped square back in my bag before lacing my fingers around the stainless steel handle. With a small flip of my chestnut ponytail, I extend my curled fingers out to lightly knock on the glass door. "Enter." Daikoku-san's kind voice calls from behind the door.
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With very little effort, the frosted door swings out while my free hand rests on the top of my tan tote bag. I swiftly slip through the doorway, causing my red skirt to swish out behind me. As I enter the stylish office, I see two Thrive members casually sitting on an overstuffed, brown leather sofa, deeply enthralled in their phones. "Tsubasa, you're just in time." Kento's aqua blue eyes lift from his phone, giving me a welcoming smile. He scoots over a bit, suggestively patting the empty spot, next to him.
Yuta follows his bandmate's behavior and excitedly increases the distance away from the bluenette, hastily making room between the two of them. "Although, you were almost late." The pinket bluntly speaks with a wide welcoming smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't-" I begin to bow towards the smiling pinket.
However, I quickly straightening up as the members of Kitakore surprisingly step behind me. Tomohisa rests a hand on my shoulder. "Relax, Tsubasa, Yuta is just giving you a hard time. Despite his happy go lucky appearance our pink haired bandmate likes to watch people squirm, a little too much,"
Kento nods his head, letting out a teasing chuckle. "It's true, our freckled bandmate has a bit of a hidden impish side to him."
"Tomo, Ken-Ken, don't tell Tsubasa-chan that!" Yuta, blinks up towards his friends with a slight blush building on his cheeks.
Quickly turning my head towards the platinum blonde, "Oh, um, hello Kitakado-san, I didn't see you there."
Ryūji raises a knowing eyebrow, while pulling the bright blue sucker from his lips. "Well obviously, you didn't notice the Moons haven't arrived yet either. Which means, the meeting is running late, and you are not, for once." Letting out an irritated sigh, "Honestly Tsubasa, you really need to pay closer attention to what's going on around you." He keep an indifferent expression on his face while speaking.
"Ryuji be nice to her, Tsubasa just arrived." With that Ryuji gave his childhood friend a look while slipping the sucker back into his mouth and walking away. "Tsubasa, please allow me to assistant you with your coat?" A sweet smile curls at the platinum's lips, while he holds out two hands.
"Oh, um, thank you, Kitakado-san." I nervously turn my crimson eyes to the floor as Tomohisa loosely holds the back of my pink wool coat, allowing me to slide my arms from the sleeves. Once stepping away from my coat my eyes quickly glance up, catching Kento fingering his bangs, while rolling his aqua blue eyes at his helpful bandmate.
"It's my pleasure, Tsubasa." Tomohisa's crystal eyes sparkle over a kind smile, while he gently folds my pink coat over his arms. "I'll just go hang your coat over, by the door." He awkwardly motions to my winter coat, before walking away.
Just then the frosted door swings wide open, roughly crashing against the wall." Never fear, the Moons' Eye candy is here!" An energetic Hikaru bursts through the door, before plopping down on another leather couch.
Nome casually walks behind Hikaru, running a hand through his short lavender hair, before shaking his head. "Hikaru, are you ever going to learn?"
Kazuna reaches up pulling his grey leather bag's strap over his head, setting it down, next to the couch that Hikaru is happily sprawled across. "Sorry we're late, our flight was delayed."
"Come on Leader, take a seat." Hikaru playfully reaches up, roughly jerking on Kazuna's arm.
"Hey wait, Hikaru!" Kazuna attempts to pull his arm away, before quickly losing his balance, causing the tall blonde's body to hurtle towards me.
"Tsubasa-chan!" Yuta calls out.
"Leader!" Mikado calls out in a panic.
Kazuna slowly opens his blue green eyes, before frantically glancing around him. Somewhat confused he blinks towards Yuta. The pinket makes an uncomfortable face towards the blonde, while awkwardly pointing behind him.
"Oh, Masunaga-san…. are you okay?" I let out a small groan, finding myself trapped under the blonde singer's heavy body. The abrupt discovery causes my cheeks to burn.
The panicked blond hastily stands up, whipping his body around, before extending out a shaky hand. Quickly noticing Kazu won't look at me as he keeps his face turned away. "Sumisora-san, I'm so sorry."
My crimson eyes glance up to not just see Kazuna, but Yuta, Kento, and Tomohisa each holding out a hand, offering their assistance.
Swallowing hard, I cautiously take the first hand offered. "Oh, um, thank you, Masunaga-san" Kazuna carefully pulls my hand up. Blinking up to the blonde, I nervously reaching up with my free hand to slide a strand of hair behind my ear.
"No please, don't." He nervously shakes his hands in front of his chest." It was my fault."
"Well actually Kazu, wasn't it the so called eye candy's fault." Kento glances up from his phone, teasingly nodding his head towards the blushing green haired singer.
"Okay, okay let's get this meeting started." The younger Daikoku-san's grumbles, pulling the cigarette from his lips. "Sumisora-san you wanted to talk to the boys."
I respectively nodded my head before bowing to each brother. I then turn to the various members plopped on the surrounding leather couches. "Ah yes, Gandara Music has decided with the success of the dome's concert, it's time to move forward with a B-project CD. The announced project will first be released to the entire Asian market. If all goes as expected, Gandara Music will release it internationally, first in English, then in French…and finally in Spanish."
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"Yes, were going international!" Yuta leaps up off the couch with excitement, while throwing out his arms, playfully crushing my shoulders against his red and white sweater. He lifts my feet off the ground, happily swinging me around the room. My cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire, surprised by the feeling of Yuta's hard muscled chest underneath his soft sweater.
"Ashū-san!" The Pinket's name bursts from my lips.
Both Kazuna and Tomohisa jump from their seats, adamantly pointing to the floor. "Yuta, put Tsubasa down!"
Kento coolly shrugs his shoulders, before lifting on to his feet, wrapping his arms around both myself and his pink haired bandmate. "If you can't beat him, then its way more fun, to join them." Caught in the middle of Yuta and Kento's crushing hug I can see an irritated Kazuna fold his arms at his chest, as he walked over to the Moons.
"Okay Aizome-san, Ashū-san, I know its big news, but you can let me go, now." I firmly push against the two overly excited men.
Kento and Yuta share a quick look with each other, before setting my feet on the ground. "Oh dear sweet Tsubasa, haven't you heard?" Kento coolly throws his arm around Yuta's neck, leaning his chest against Yuta's back. A mischievous smile curls on the two singers' lips. "You're working with Thrive, today." The bluenette teases, causing the pinket to let out an amused chuckle.
Hearing this, my eyes flash over to the third Thrive member, standing against the wall. He lifts his head from his phone, giving me a sharp glare with his crimson eyes, before glancing back down to his phone.
The older Daikoku brother gracefully waves a dismissive hand towards the overly excited group. "Alright, if that's all for the announcements, let's get on with our day."
Little later…
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Standing outside of the gleaming glass tower of the Daikoku building, with my hand holding open a dark blue sliding door. "Okay, Masunaga-san I packed some bananas for Osari-san," I lifted on my toes, leaning in to share a concerned look towards the blonde. "Plus his medicine, just in case," I softly whisper to the blonde singer, before stepping back, "Also a few snacks for the rest of you. Oh, there's a new Mamirin manga for Sekimura-san, if he gets board, waiting, for crew." I peek around the blond, catching sight of the enthusiastic brunette attempting to frantically reach over Kazuna's broad shoulder in excitement.
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Kazuna blindly reaches into the dark blue bag, I had just handed him before holding the manga over his shoulder. Twitching fingers swiftly snap it off his shoulder, causing it to vanish within seconds. "Thanks, Tsubasa!" Mikado's voice can be heard from behind the blonde.
I lean to one side of blonde singer, trying to peek inside the lively van. "Uh, your welcome, Sekimura-san. Think nothing of it."
Kazuna lets out a heavy sigh, rolling his blue green eyes at his bandmate's usual obsessive behavior. "Thank you, Sumisora-san," He cautiously reach out a hand, placing it on mine. "You really do take good care of us." The blonde gives out a warm smile. "And again, I'm really sorry for –"
"Oh, no need to apologize, again," I quickly cut off the unwanted apology , while nervously peeking at our touching hands, before awkwardly glancing up to his sparking green eyes. "Um, I know you would never hurt me." Caught in his eyes my words sort of thoughtlessly tumble from my mouth.
The blonde shakes his head as if he's clearing it, before speaking. "Uh yeah, just the same, I'm still sorry." He jerks his shaky hand away from mine, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
Sliding my crimson eyes towards my brown boots as I awkwardly step away from the dark blue van. "Okay, we'll have fun, with the Moons' media tour." I quickly take a deep calming breath, before forcing my eyes up and waving towards the rocking van.
The blonde singer steps inside the van, shaking his head at his rowdy bandmates, as they fool around in the back of the van. "Ah yeah, try not work too hard, while were gone." He turns around with a light blush to his cheeks. "Oh, Sumisora-san, don't let those Thrive guys, get too close to you. Okay?"
My hand rubbed the back of my other arm, while nodding my head towards the blond. "Uh yeah, well do,"
The blonde singer nodded to himself, before reaching out with his hand, roughly slamming the door shut. I gently knocked on the top of the dark blue van, signaling to the driver, to move out. My unblinking eyes stare at the retreating van, slowly growing smaller and smaller in the distance. Until I suddenly hear a familiar voice speak softly in my ear, causing a shiver to run up my spine. "So I would have to agree with Kazu, you really should keep your distance from Yuta and Kento." My head quickly whips around, catching sight of Tomohisa's kind smile as he takes a step back from me, coolly standing next to Ryūji.
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Swinging my hand up to my startled chest. "Oh, Kitakado-san, Korekuni-san, I didn't see you there."
"Yes, Tsubasa, I've noticed you've been doing that a lot, lately." The platinum lets out a teasing chuckle. Ryūji pulled his purple sucker from his mouth and looked like he's was going to say something. But only raised an eyebrow, and thought better of it. The singer remained silent, sticking the grape lollipop back between his lips. Ryūji and Tomo shared a quick look, before the dark haired singer ducted into the white sedan, now parked next to us.
Seeing the tall man begin to follow his longtime friend I hastily throw out a shaky hand, gently touching the platinum's arm. "Ah, Kitakado-san, I ….I ….was just wondering, if you'll be home uh , later on tonight?"
The tall platinum, stood there a bit stunned from my stumbling question, before quickly recovering with his normal kind smile. "Uh yes, I should be home. Ryūji and I have something planned for later this afternoon, but I should be home after that….Is there something you needed?"
I awkwardly shake my head, "Uh no, I just had something to drop off, that's all."
He teasingly leans a little closer, his crystal blue eyes slowly linger over my blushing face. "Oh, very good then. I guess, I'll see you later on tonight?" His closeness causes me to take in a sharp breath, while mindlessly nodding my head. Seeing my reaction a gratifying smile slowly emerges on his lips, before wordlessly sliding into the back seat of the awaiting car. It wasn't long before I was watching the white sedan roll out of the driveway, with a slightly gaping mouth, mindlessly standing in front of glass building.
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An amused chuckle breaks through my dazed state, causing me to shake my head. My curious eyes snap to the snickering bluenette walking pass me. Catching sight of Goushi watching Yuta, while grumbling to himself. "Oh great, not again."
I quickly see the pinket band member standing underneath several sprawled out limbs of a large sakura tree. I couldn't help but notice an almost heartbreaking expression set on his normally cheerful face, as abundant pink blossoms sway over his head. "Uh, go ahead, Kaneshiro-san," I begin to slowly walk towards the depressed pinket. "I'll get him."
Cautiously walking up to the pink haired man, before clearing my throat. "Ashū-san, is everything alright?"
Yuta hastily lifts a hand to his eyes, rubbing the side of his face. "Uh yeah, never better." He forces a playful smile on his lips, although it doesn't reach his sad eyes. He steps closer to me, "Hey, Tsubasa-chan, when are you going to call me by my given name? I've given you permission, ages ago." Yuta extends out a hand, lifting my chin between his thumb and finger. Being sure to gaze directly in in my stunned face.
Even though I know the pink haired singer is trying to distract me, my face feels hot, as I awkwardly slide my crimson eyes away from his. "Uh sorry, I don't mean to offend you, it's just something I do for everyone," I shrug my shoulders, "I guess, it's just out of habit."
"Yeah, well maybe, I don't want to be like everybody else." The pink haired man doesn't blink while speaking his blunt words, causing me to nervously pull my blushing face, from his hold. "After all, I think were more than just work colleagues-"
His forward behavior causes me to embarrassingly blink up at the pink haired singer. "Uh, you do?"
He slowly nods his head, raising a teasing eyebrow over his shining pink eye. "I believe were becoming quite close …friends." The man chuckles at my gaping reaction, while casually sliding his hands in his pockets and walking to the car. Once more, I'm left staring at another retreating member of B-Project, completely dumbfounded by their current behavior.
"Hey, Sumisora, you mind getting a move on? Some of us, have actual work to do! "Goushi yells out from the black car.
"Goushi, be nice to Tsubasa –chan!" Yuta snaps at the grouchy Thrive member.
Kento leans to one side of Goushi, sharing a knowing look with Yuta. "Yeah, you can't blame Tsubasa for Yuta's rather flirty behavior."
"Ken-Ken, don't tell her that!" Yuta crosses his arms, sharply turning his blushing face in the other direction.
I slide into the front seat of the long black car, while hearing the turbulent Thrive members boisterously argue amongst themselves, directly behind my seat. With my head fallen in defeat I take in a deep breath, preparing myself for the rather looonnng work day, ahead of me.
Later on that night…
Letting out a heavy sigh, with my hand extended out I lightly press a numbered button. The stainless steel doors slide close, before the elevator lunges upward. A small smile spreads on my lips as the Moon's Love Reboryu tickles my ears. I lift my eyes, staring at the brightly lit numbers counting up, far over my head….finding myself giddy with anticipation…
Flashback…
A five year old girl impatiently holds her arms up. The Shiney shoe man chuckles out happily, "I've got you sweetie," lifting me up under my arms, setting me down on his lap. "There you go, a spot fit for my musical princess." The man playfully touches the tip of my nose.
My spiraled pigtails brush against my shoulders, as I lift my hands to my giggling mouth, before nodding my head. The Shiney shoe man's crimson eyes twinkle under a kind smile. "Okay, sweetie are you ready?"
He extends out a hand to the old brown leather box, perched on the table. Playful, light hearted music begins to dance throughout the room." Alright Tsubasa, close your eyes." I begin to listen to the Shiney shoe man, and quickly slide my crimson eyes closed." Very good, princess."
"Alright, sweetie, tell me what you see." The Shiney shoe man asks.
"Uh, nothing, it's just dark." I wiggle around, while I shrug my shoulders, "Did you forget, you told me to close my eyes?" Giggling into my hands.
"Oh, you're right," He let out a loud amused chuckle, "you do have your eyes closed. So you can't see anything. Hmm… Now, what do you think we should do about that?"
"Uh, open my eyes?" Speaking in an innocent tone, blinking up at the smiling man.
"Ah well, that's one way." He playfully shakes his head, covering my eyes, with his large hand. "But because you're the musical Princess, try picturing the music in your head."
"In my head?" I ask in confusion.
Feeling the Shiney Shoe man's finger gently tap on my forehead. "Yeah, use your imagination. "When you hear this upbeat tempo, what color do you see?"
"Ah well, I guess I see …..Yellow…maybe a bright sky-blue?"
"Okay, why do you see bright blue?" The Shiny shoe man asks with a curious tone.
"Oh, because of the clear sky shining around the bright happy sun." I cautiously speak with my eyes closed, "and it's shining over a field of daffodils." I quickly become enthralled with excitement as I actually begin to see the happy little flowers swaying in a light breeze.
"That's right my princess, you're getting it!" The man happily hugs my five year old shoulders. "Good girl, sweetie."
"Thank you, for teaching me the neat trick." Giving the man a grateful smile, until my lips suddenly fall.
"What's the matter princess?" The Shiney shoe man asks with a concerned tone.
My crimson eyes blink up towards the man. "Well, I was wondering why?"
"Why what, sweetie?" Giving me a confused look.
"Why are you showing me the trick?"
"Oh, because, music is very important to me, and when you find something important to you," He playfully touches the tip of my nose. "You should share it." The man begins to tickle me, causing me to almost violently wiggle on his lap. "So, I'm showing you my little trick."
"Thank you." I adoringly throw my arms around the man's neck, giving him a small kiss on his cheek.
"My pleasure, my princess." He gently squeezes his arms around me. "Alright, are you ready to try another song?"
"Oh, yes, please!" I happily nod my head to the man.
End of flash back ….
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The elevator's bell calls my crimson eyes to the blurred reflection in a pair of stainless steel doors. Stepping through the emerging threshold as I blindly reach in my tan bag, pulling out the wrapped square. My eyes fall to my fidgeting fingers slowly rotating the flat square.
Flashback three months ago…
With the smell of burning rubber, and the feeling of someone lightly slapping my face. I slowly blink open my dazed eyes. My crimson eyes squint against the glaring headlights that are shining all around me before I begin to see a fuzzy outline of someone over me.
"Tsubasa! Tsubasa! …..Please, please be alright!" With the back of my head throbbing my eyes rapidly blink and gradually focus on a relieved smile, belonging to a smudged familiar face. "Oh thank goodness, you're okay." Emotional tears begin to fall from the alleviated man's eyes, while his hand gently slides over my hair." Thank you …thank you…oh thank you." He softly repeats to himself as his worried eyes linger over my confused face. However, seconds later his beaming smile begins to fade from my sight…
…. as my vision dissolves in to black.
A few hours later …
Hearing a distant rhythmic beeping echo in my ears my dazed mind emerges out of the darkness. Slowly shifting my aching head with a pained groan slipping from my dry lips. Feeling my messed hair undone and sprawled out against my neck, and shoulders. "Try and take it slow, you've been through a lot." A familiar voice speaks with a reassuring tone. Lifting my arm over my head, I begin to shield my rapidly blinking eyes from the harsh overhanging light. "Here, maybe this will help." After hearing his concerned voice the light slowly dims.
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Letting out another strangled groan. "Ah, yeah, thanks, that's much better." I turn my pounding head while squinting my eyes to focus in the direction of the familiar voice. To finally see a fuzzy platinum blonde sitting next to me. His head is wrapped snuggly in a wide pristine bandage with his blonde bangs slightly falling over it, He's dressed in solid blue robe and blue striped Pajamas. "Oh, my gosh Kitakado-san, you've been hurt!" My head snaps up from my pillow, until it starts to spin. My hand lifts to the side of my dizzy head causing my stomach to flip.
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The singer quickly leaps from his chair, gently placing his hands on my shoulders. "Take it easy, I'm fine… It's just a little bump." His firm hands softly guide me back to my overstuffed pillow. He pushes a button to slowly raise the top of the hospital bed. "By the way, you're fine too. The hospital just wants to keep you overnight, for observation. The rest of guys would have been here, but the doctors didn't expect you to be awake, till morning…..and since visiting hours don't begin till then, I told them to say home. "
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My eyes grew wide, speaking in a panicked voice. "Kitakado-san, your party! You're missing it!"
With a kind smile the singer motions to his bandaged head. "Relax Tsubasa, I kind of have my own ticket to be observed."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't be in here, if it wasn't for me." I shake my head as the tone towards myself grows sharply. "If I had just looked where I was going," Letting out a heavy sigh, as my depressed eyes slid to the side, away from the singer. "You wouldn't be missing your party."
He swiftly grabs my chin and gently turns my head to face him, "Hey, I'll have none of that, it's just a silly party." His blue eyes turned sharp as the platinum blond firmly speaks, "were both safe, that's what's important. Okay?" After he speaks he drops his soft fingers from my chin.
Trapped in his sparkling blue eyes I could only nod my head towards his serious expression. Seeing my reaction causes Tomohisa to let out an amused chuckle, before sitting in the vinyl chair, positioned close to my hospital bed. "Besides, who says I'm missing anything, it won't be long, before sunrise." The singer nervously drops his blue eyes to his hands, resting on the side of the bed. "If you don't mind Tsubasa, I thought maybe," He awkwardly takes a breath, lifting his shining blue eyes into mine, "we could watch it together?"
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"With me? Wait, why me?" My crimson eyes blinked up with confusion.
"Why, not you? Unless you're uncomfortable with me being here, then I-"The singer begins to panic.
"No, no!" I quickly cut him off, "I'm fine," I nervously sliding my eyes away from his, shrugging my shoulders, "It sounds nice. I'm just a bit surprised, that's all."
"Well, don't be," He reach over to the small table next to him, lifting a dark green bottle and two clear plastic cups into view. "So I'm afraid anything alcoholic is out, due to our injuries." He slowly stands from his seat, motioning to his head, "However, I was able to get my hands on some sparkling apple cider." He rolls the hospital table over to the bed, before setting the plastic cups down on it. With a kind smile molded to his lips, he playfully studies the bottle's label. "I believe this was an excellent year for apple cider. Does the lady wish for me to pour?"
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"Uh, yeah," Caught in the gracefully movements of the platinum singer I mindlessly nod my head, "…..and uh, Thanks Kitakado-san."
"Well your welcome," The platinum slides a cup of the bubbly golden liquid, in front of me. "But it's just apple cider, no need to be dramatic about it." He teases.
I quickly grab the cup, awkwardly running a finger around the rim. "No, not the apple cider." Nervously lifting the cider to my lips, before setting the cup down in front of me. "Although, it is good," I peel my eyes away from the cup, while anxiously nibbling on my lip, "thanks …..For saving my life."
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"Shhh, I'll have none of that," Tomohisa leans in closer with a finger held to his lips, almost whispering his words. "Tsubasa, If were not careful, will miss it." The platinum points to the burning sliver of orange, just barely peeking over the surrounding glass towers. Setting the sky ablaze with vivid patches of brilliant shades of orange and red. After that, both of our eyes were caught in the breathtaking silent sight, shining through the hospital window.
End of Flashback.
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Back to present time ...
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My crimson eyes anxiously stare at a black and white door, standing before me. Feeling the wrapped square in my fingers, I quickly slip it back in my bag. Once safely in my bag I extend out a shaky hand to lightly rap against the Monochromatic surface. My long labored breath was the only thing that could be heard in the deserted hallway. My eyes nervously glance over to the closed elevator, down the endless hallway. As I begin to franticly, wonder if it's too late to escape. Until a loud "click" breaks the smothering silence hovering in the air.
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The door slowly swings open, revealing the platinum blonde leaning against the edge of the door. My eyes slowly travel over him, noticing he's wearing a fitted black and white striped t-shirt, under a stark white button up shirt with a pair of tight grey jeans. "Tsubasa, you made it." The Platinum's face brightens up with a kind smile.
Not really sure how to begin, I hastily bow towards the singer, "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't keep you from anything, my work with Thrive ran late." I nervously gesture to the elevator, while my sweaty hand squeezed tightly on the handle of my bag. "If you wish, I can come back a different day."
"No, no, please come in, princess." The singer graciously pulls open the door, and steps aside.
I quickly shake my head, while holding out a hand in front of me. "Oh, I was just going to drop something off, I don't want to intrude on your free time." I hastily drop my searching eyes, quickly rifling through the depths of my seemingly bottomless bag. Somewhat embarrassed by the awkward situation I begin feel hot as my heart beats wildly in my chest.
"Nonsense, knowing you, I'm sure you haven't had a chance to eat. You're always so concerned over our empty stomachs, thou you rarely consider your own. " Tomohisa gracefully swings his arm out, "Please, I insist."
My crimson eyes anxiously peek in the door, wondering if I should even enter his flat with just the two us. Until I remembered his candy, loving roommate would most likely be joining us. I nervously lift my hand, tucking a stray strand behind my ear, before nodding my head. "Thank you Kitakado-san, that's very thoughtful of you." I cautiously step through the threshold, with my tan tote bag over my shoulder and my tightly clinched fingers wrapped around its handle.
The singer softly closes the door, before stopping behind me with his hand held out. "May, I take your coat?"
"Uh yes, thank you." I lift my hand, carefully pulling my dangling chestnut ponytail from the collar of my coat, before handing my bag to him. He gently holds the shoulders of my pink wool coat as I quickly slip my arm from cream colored lining. "Oh, I'm sorry, but may I have my bag back?" I hold out my hand for my tote bag.
"Of course." Tomohisa hands my bag back. The platinum blonde hangs my coat on a brass hook. "So we're over here", the singer nods his head in another direction, walking with his hands casually tucked in his pockets. Noticing our crystal clear reflections against the massive walls of glass, before arriving at a black marbled kitchen island. My eyes quickly notice only two place settings are prominently laid out on the glossy surface. Kitakado pulls out an empty chair, allowing me to take a seat right in front of one of them. He places two hands on the back of cast-iron chair to carefully push it closer to the island. My somewhat nervous eyes quickly scanned the massive room for any sign of his sucker loving roommate.
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The platinum wastes little time to take the seat across from me, at the other setting. Once seated, he graciously lifts a tall black bottle towards my empty glass. "It's been a rather trying day, could I possibly interest you in glass?" Somewhat distracted with the immediate absence of his roommate I thoughtlessly nodded my head. Until my crimson eyes grew wide, witnessing the platinum singer pouring a small golden stream of wine into the bottom of my stemmed glass. "I think you'll like the contrast of the sweet stoned fruit Riesling and the spicy sushi."
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"Kitakado-san, it looks delicious." I nervously glance down at my fidgeting fingers, "Will uh, Korekuni-san be joining us?"
Tomohisa raises a partially filled glass to his lips, taking a rather large sip, before placing it next to his plate. "Uh no, he already has plans," He awkwardly clears his throat, before almost choking out his words "with uh Yuta." Tomohisa quickly holds a finger up, giving him a minute to regain his composure. "Sorry, what I was trying to say, is Ryūji had already made plans with Yuta. He left some time ago. I guess it's been a rather long day for me." Before hastily takeing another sip. "So you wanted to drop something off?"
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"Oh yeah, sorry." I quickly turn to my tote bag that's carefully hanging off the back of chair. Reaching into the bottom of my bag, before pulling out a brightly wrapped square. "It's not much, but it's the only thing I could think of." My shaky hand rested on the metallic orange square, before sliding it across the table. Anxiously lifting my eyes to the stunned platinum singer. "Uh, Happy Birthday, Kitakado-san,"
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As if his head is stuck in a heavy haze Tomohisa blindly sets his glass down on the table. Without even thinking he quickly snatches up the offered square, holding it close to his stunned blue eyes. "But, how did you know? "
"Oh sorry, it was in one of my many files. I accidently came across it. I was somewhat surprised to find it, the space is normally left empty." I nervously pick up my glass and take a rather large sip. "I figured since no one said anything about today, you didn't want the rest of the group to know. So, that's why I had to come here tonight. It's not much, I just wanted to show my appreciation for…." Trailing off as my nervous eyes drop to the beautifully artistic displayed dish, set in front of me. "Well, you know what for."
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Tomohisa's normally kind smile turned down into a hauntingly sad expression. "You would be right," Quickly taking a drink of his wine, before pulling the glass from his lips and letting out a heavy sigh, "Only Ryūji knows. I just don't like it, when people make a big deal about nothing. That's what Ryūji and I were doing this afternoon, it's somewhat of a tradition, for the two of us." A genuine smile quickly emerges on his lips, as he speaks fondly of his longtime friend.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." I begin to panic.
"Nonsense. However I do recall informing you, your thanks wasn't necessary." He lets out an amused chuckle "I see, I wasn't the only one struck by the amazing sunrise, that morning." The platinum motions to the color of the paper, before carefully sliding a thumb under the tape, unwrapping the plastic case. The singer holds out the unwrapped square, allowing the kitchen overhead light to shine off the clear plastic case. "A blank cd?"
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"Like I said, it wasn't anything special. I couldn't come up with anything, until I remembered something someone very important, once said to me." I anxiously tip the wine glass to my lips, allowing the dry white peach flavor to swirl around my tongue, before pulling the glass away. "He told me, to share what's important to me." My eyes dropped to my glass as I nervously stare into the golden liquid, slowly gliding a finger along the delicate edge of the glass, before casually shrugging my shoulder, acting like the idea didn't mean much to me. " So... I uh, did"
...Of course, I would be lying...
After three mothes of hopelessly racking my head, for the perfect gift...For a guy who probably had everything.
The idea just sort of popped to me...
...Like it had been sent from above.
The platinum blonde tears his clear blue eyes away from the case, raising a knowing eyebrow towards me. "What's important to you is Music…. Am I right?" Tomohisa cautiously asks.
Staring in his eyes I slowly nod my head. "Yes, it's just various types of music that have appealed to me over the years, some of them are rather unique. I'm sorry if you don't like it, I can come up with something else." I anxiously reach out, attempting to snatch the plastic case from his fingers.
Tomohisa quickly jerks his hand away, holding the case far over his head. "No, I rather like the idea." The platinum blonde drops his hand. "After witnessing your meticulously trained ear, first hand. I'm extremely curious at what peeks your musical interest." His shining eyes burn towards the plastic cd cover as he slowly rotates it in his held out fingers.
Tomohisa hastily bringing up his glass with his free hand, quickly taking large gulps of the remaining liquid, never once peeling his captive eyes away from the case. "Tsubasa, for reasons, I'm not willing to go into, I find this particular day rather trying for me." He lifts the bottle, allowing the golden liquid to splash into the bottom of his glass. "However, what would truly make this night special, is if you would stay and listen to my birthday present, with me." The Platinum blonde motions to the square with an excited smile on his lips.
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Seeing Tomohisa so excited over a simple mixed CD caused my eyes to cautiously peek at my watch. Nervously biting my bottom lip, as I inwardly debate with myself, whether I should dare to stay much longer. Noticing the hour is already rather late for me being alone in the man's flat. "Um, I'm not sure if-"
"Please, my musical Princess." His sad crystal blue eyes practically shoot through my chest.
"Uh, what did you just say?" My stunned lips gaped
Tomohisa raises an eyebrow to my question. "Pardon?"
"Never mind, it's not important," With my shaky hand I hastily pull the glass up to my lips, having no trouble anxiously gulping down the golden liquid. Deliberately placing the empty glass in front of platinum blonde, giving him an expectant look, before dropping my eyes to the empty glass. "Sure, why not, it should be fun."
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The excited Platinum quickly refilled my glass, before creating a small picnic area amongst the white leather couches. Once settled on the floor, I happily explained each musical piece while we munched on our sushi. With various types of music dancing in the background we found our conversation just as diverse as the music. Touching around topics, but never diving too deep in one particular subject. Nothing really personal as it felt like both of our personal barriers are slowly coming down brick by brick, but for the most part still stood strong. The conversation gradually died on our lips as the soft music slowly submerged us into bittersweet concertos. Occasionally turning our heads to exchange a pleasant smile while taking a sip of the wine .As the hours traveled further into the night we silently wandered into our 0wn heads, until our eyes slowly drifted shut with the soft music.
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An uncertain amount of time passes…
I snuggled my face into a comforting warmth, as it slowly rises and falls against my cheek. Feeling an absolute peace with the intoxicating feeling. That is until a small click causes my crimson eyes to abruptly flash open, causing my heart to pound wildly in my chest as my fully awake eyes frantically glance around my surrounding, trying to figure out where the heck I am. Until I feel something firm and warm take a breath, my panicked eyes snap up, seeing an unconscious platinum blonde, practically underneath me…
..while the sound of keys jingle at his front door.
End of POV
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