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*I do not own B-project kodou*ambitious, I wish I did, but sadly… it's, just not the case.

By Alimackatjac

To be continued

Chapter 10. Table for ….too many.

"Just a little further…. I'm not giving up!" Breathlessly muttering to myself with my chest heaving, my anxious blue eyes glance over my shoulder. Echoes of shoes, frantically running down freshly puddled streets. Surrounded in darkness, hurriedly weaving around bright circles painted along the gloomy street, from the occasionally placed street light. Feeling my arm suddenly tug back, causes my fingers to tighten, almost protectively.

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Seeing only sleepy desolate streets, I quickly duck around a blind corner, hiding in the shadows. My out of breath chest presses in close, while dipping my head behind my propped up elbow. A sudden comfortable warmth lingers against it, as I do.

A long prolonged quiet soon hangs in the still air. Only hearing the mixture of rushed breathing and the last residual drops from tonight's scattered showers, breaking the silence. Fingers sink further, tightening my grip, pressing even closer as echoes of chasing shoes expectantly run right past our tense bodies, carefully obscured by the shadows. After a rather extended anxious moment, racing footsteps fade in the distance, submerging the desolate alley back into the drizzling silence.

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Leaving two distinct racing hearts, strumming against breathless chests….

Protectively trapped between unforgiving cold brick and my looming shoulders. "Do you um think it's," she nervously swallows, "it's safe?"

With the hesitant sweet voice breaking the silence, coming from below, I'm suddenly aware of my current surroundings. My stunned round eyes drop down, thoughtlessly holding a finger against her lips, "Shhh, stay still." Now, acutely aware that every inch of my body is pressing against the blushing A&R. Feeling my face abruptly heat up I avoid her eyes, and cautiously peek around my arm. "Tsubasa, there uh might be stragglers."

"Um okay, Tomohisa." She whispers against my finger, causing my blue eyes to flash back. Seeing the brunet's held up hands constrained flat against my madly beating chest as she innocently blinks up at me, her bottom lip anxiously sliding under teeth.

Protectively pressing her into the wall, unable to bring myself to budge an inch, unavoidably sinking further into our mutual shared warmth. My shell-shocked eyes instantly fall captive to her stunning crimson jewels. Frozen, with my breath stuck in my throat my fogged head can only question just how my completely innocent, albeit awkward night at the Sky ended in this

…rather spellbound moment.

Tomohisa Kitakado's POV

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Earlier ….at the Sky

Wavering eyes gaze ahead, as my hand gradually smooths down the front of the pristinely pressed material, being sure my midnight blue dinner jacket is buttoned. Sharing a look with the concerned grandfather, I roughly swallow, sliding my trembling hands to my side. "Toro."

The older gentleman, wearing a golden silk Kimono pulls his shoulders back. "Relax sir, I'll be right here if you need my assistance."

Without Toro noticing I obscurely rub my palms on my pressed slacks, drying them. "All right then, I guess it's time." As I take my first step forward, my chest tightens, making it feel more like I just completed a marathon, than casually strolling to the tiny reserved table.

Toro fights an oncoming snicker, nodding his head, "Good luck, sir."

As I stroll up closer, I literally can't peel my eyes away from the stunning brunet. Bathed in softly glowing candle light, wearing a delicate single shouldered, white organza dress…she looked like something that didn't belong with the rest of us…

Quite simply, she looked like some ethereal angelic creature, not of this world.

She unconsciously wraps her chestnut hair around her delicate fingers, before sliding the dangling spiral, back behind her ear. All the while, her attention sinks further into her phone, unaware of my recent arrival.

However, a cleared throat, right next to me, quickly causes her questioning crimson eyes to flutter up towards me. "Oh Kitakado-san, it's you." The brunet A&R awkwardly sets her phone down next to her glass. "Seeing only the two place setting, I just assumed Korekuni-san, would be the one joining me. Since he's the one that invited me….what uh….a nice surprise." Her eyes anxiously drop down to her empty place setting.

Stunned, I just stand there, until a sharp elbow pokes my side. "Uh yeah, if you only knew," I sarcastically chuckled to myself before awkwardly clearing my throat. "Uh good evening Tsubasa." I graciously bow my head. "Please, forgive my extended tardiness, I'm afraid I was unavoidably held up. I hope I'm not keeping you from anything?"

"Oh, no, nothing until possibly tomorrow. I actually have the day off…. Osari-san said something about stopping by for his birthday." The brunet A&R giggled to herself, with an endearing smile. "He's so excited about it, too."

Hearing about the five man group takeing advantage of her rare day off causes a sharp aching deep in my core. However, I keep my emerging jealously in check while holding strong to my gentlemanly demeanor. "Really, well. That's so like him."

"Mmm." Nodding, "I figured the hugs and kisses shoot kept you over. In this business, it's unavoidable." Tsubasa held up a palm before motioning to her phone. "It's really no trouble, it gave me a chance to catch up on some backlogged work."

"Oh yeah, the shoot. Uh yeah, it was something like…Anyway, Ryūji, sends his apologies, a previously scheduled meeting slipped his mind. So, he uh sent me in his place. I uh, hope the substitute is acceptable? "

"Oh, of course! I completely understand. Please… um, "she awkwardly bites her bottom lip, suddenly noticing every inch of the intimate table covered in various unopened bottles. A liquid testament of the beautiful brunets numerous inquiries. "Sorry, I'll um just move these… So you can at least have somewhere to sit," She nervously reaches across the table, beginning to slide the bottles away from my place setting.

I politely reach out, gently placing a hand over hers, causing her sparkling rubies to slowly gaze up in mine. "Please, Tsubasa, this is my fault. If I hadn't left you alone, the uh, 'wolves,' wouldn't have circled quite so much." My tone turns almost pleading, "Please, allow me?"

" "The brunet nods her head with her eyes held captive and unblinking.

With her silent approval, I immediately motion to the table. "Toro, if you please?"

"Of course sir, right away." Toro softly claps his raised hands, signaling two carefully hidden servers. Each stately server confidently struts around the corner, single handedly balancing a massive serving tray over their heads. Under Toro's eagle eyes, the two servers set off going to work, skillfully gathering Tsubasa's seemingly endless bottled invitations, without spilling a single drop. It wasn't a few minutes later, before all the offered bottles were swiftly cleared from the table. "Your seat, sir." Toro confidently pulls out my chair.

"Thank you, Toro." My hand quickly skims down my thin black tie, before reaching down and unbuttoning my dinner jacket.

"Not, at all sir. It's my pleasure. With the back of his head facing the brunet A&R, Toro shares an encouraging smile, while handing out the two gilded covered menus, from under his arm. I'll just give you a minute, then."

However before my friend can turn back and go to his station, I circle a polite finger at the table. "Toro, could you please bring some appetizers, and what sparkling apple cider?" Ignoring Toro's confused expression, I quickly turn to the brunet A&R, giving her a teasing smile. "Or should we try the real stuff, this time around?" Raising a knowing eyebrow, "Lady's choice." However my smile somewhat falls when Tsubasa just stares, refusing to answer." Unless you prefer bottled water, then by all means-" I anxiously trail off.

"Uh no!" She shakes her head as a slight blush quickly emerges on her cheeks, "I uh guess since it's the end of workday, a little wouldn't hurt." She shrugs her delicate shoulders, turning her attention towards the blinking lights around the harbor. "Although that um, sparkling cider was delicious, I'm pretty sure I can trust you, with the real stuff."

Noticing her anxiously avoid my eyes, while speaking about that truly unforgettable night causes a gentle warmth to pool around my beating chest. "Of course you can trust me, haven't I told you as much?" My voice goes soft but completely earnest. For the very reason, that I finally accepted the truth of my own feelings, that what I wanted more than anything,

….is for Tsubasa to wholeheartedly trust me. The kind of trust you give one other person in this world….and it may sound a tad selfish, in saying this,

But I desperately needed it, to be …..Only me.

With that, one thought shaking me to my very essence I couldn't peel my eyes away from A&R's reflective eyes, starring back, in the dark pane of glass, while blindly speaking with my old friend. "Well Toro, you heard the lady, a bottle of my preferred champagne, please."

"Of course, Sir. Right away." With the sound of distant footsteps, the air around us suddenly grows tense as I could tell we are both, suddenly aware….

We're finally alone, at the candle lit table.

I nervously glace down to my fidgeting fingers, sliding them over the corner of my linen napkin, before lifting my eyes. "Tsubasa?"

"Hmm? Kitakado-san?" She quietly responses with her searching eyes pinned to the distance light, reflecting off the inky bay.

"Tsubasa, I should um probably say, although, I found the shared drink that night exceptional, the apple cider wasn't nearly as good, as the um, company, that night." Even though I can feel a blush crawling up my ears, I strengthen my resolve, refusing to turn away.

She whips her head around, away from the window, almost speechless. "Kitakado-san?" A rose colored blush swirls on her adorable cheeks, as her eyes glance down to her hands "I uh-."

"Here you go. Please, don't mind me." Toro carefully places a large brass container of ice, with the rare burgundy colored bottle buried up to its slender neck. "I'll be done before you know it." Tsubasa immediately presses her lips together, turning back to the window, with something obviously left unsaid. Causing me to rethink the whole 'champagne' order, in the first place.

It wasn't long before we were once more left alone, with only two fully filled glass flutes as any kind of indication of Toro ever being at our table.

With her back turned, my blue eyes fall anxiously to the two glasses, "Tsubasa?" I quietly swallow, "Uh, care to join me?" Trying hard to steady my hand, as I politely offer the tall delicate glass.

She turns around, nodding her head, "Oh um, thanks, Kitakado-san." She gracefully accepts the glass with a small genuine smile.

"Tomohisa." I firmly corrected. "Once upon time, I did save your life. If you'll recall."

She holds her glass, as her eyes awkwardly slide to her place setting. "Uh thanks ….Toma…hisa."

"Well, I guess it's a start." Chuckling, somewhat thrilled for the brunet 'finally' using my given name. "Here's to following 'new' avenues." With my carefully worded toast, I tilt my glass, before taking a sip. However, the glass doesn't leave my lips as I discreetly watch the A&R. With my eyes obscured by the bubbled liquid, I quickly restrain a chuckle as I watch the brunet jerk her head back, taking an uneasy drink. Pulling her now, 'half filled' glass away from her glossed lips.

While staring down at her glass, her hand anxiously slides a spiral curl behind her ear. "Tomohisa?"

Pulling the glass from my lips, "Yes?"

"I would agree, I uh mean about the company….It was um NICE." Blindly replying to our previous conversation. However before I can reply she once more takes a rather large drink from her glass.

"Really Tsubasa?" Being somewhat shocked by the small confession causes my chest to tighten, as I immediately fumble over my words, "To uh, be honest, I don't think I could forget that-"

"Okay, you two, I hope you're hungry, the chef payed special attention to these." Toro breaks in as a reserved waiter sets out a few plates on the small table, one was actually sizzling.

"Yeah, starved." I sarcastically reply, shifting my eyes, as I managed to finish off my drink. I couldn't help but inwardly curse the older, well-meaning man. It just seemed whenever the "meeting" started progressing in a little more natural momment, the was man constantly interrupting with the worst timing ever… I mean there's just so many times, in a single night that a guy can build up enough resolve to admit anything, let alone his newly discovered feeling….and since it wasn't just 'anything' I was working up to, I was quickly losing the formidable war with my escalating nerves.

After a few more minutes Toro, and the server were off again, leaving two more freshly poured glasses behind...and since neither of us knew exactly how we should continue the discussion, the intimate table grew silent and tense, once again.

I awkwardly clear my throat, gaining her attention, "Tsubasa, I uh hope you find the appetizers acceptable? I just figured you must be famished after I kept you waiting, for so long." My tone turns remorseful.

"Tomo, I'll have none of that!" She lifts her glass from the table, sharing a knowing look, as she borrows the 'exact' same wording I used after the accident, "You were busy with work, I already told you, I 'completely' understand." She tilts her glass toward the sizzling plate, "Acceptable, really? More like amazingly delicious. Everything looks unbelievable!" Her crimson eyes sparkle towards the aesthetically pleasing additions.

"Well good, that's what I like to hear." Chuckling while motioning to the expertly prepared dish in front of me. "These are zucchini fritters drizzled with beetroot sauce. They happen to be one of my favorites. Would you like me to describe each dish?" My eyes glance up while carefully scooping up two small fritters. "Or perhaps I could serve?"

"Ah no, thank you." She shakes her head, while maneuvering around the sizzling dish. "I know this sounds a bit silly, but I prefer being surprised."

My fork stopped just before my gaping lips, slowly guiding it back down to the gold trimmed, hexagon shaped plate. "Really, now I'm somewhat surprised, having seen you so overly prepared most of the time, I would think the opposite."

She shrugs her bare shoulders, "If you stop and think about it, life can sometimes become routine…I mean that's been my experience, anyway." Her voice suddenly turns dejected. However, it's not a moment later she noticeably pulls back her shoulders. "I think that's one of the reasons why I like my job so much….No matter, how much you prepare, you never know what's around, the next corner." Realizing she was happily rambling she awkwardly cleared her throat, paying more attention to her plate. "Sorry, I uh think I'll try a little from each plate."

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My immovable blue eyes dumbly gaze at the polished prongs of her fork lingering between her slightly parted satisfied lips causing my own utensil to nearly uncontrollable fling out of my hands. Realizing I just lost my head watching someone else eat I drop my shocked eyes to my plate hiding my increasingly warm face.

Making every attempt to act normal, I make a concentrated effort on my own plate. Slicing across the crisp golden crust with a shaky knife, I begin to tentatively speak, while channeling my inner Kento. "You know, Tsubasa, I'm not sure, but I think the champagne comes with an 'optional' sunrise viewing… I mean, I could go ask Toro, if you'd like?" Forcing my eyes from my plate, lifting them to hers, revealing a teasing smirk on my face.

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Just in enough time, to see a choking brunet, violently coughing, pulling her glass away from her chest , while slapping it with her other hand, forcing a strangled breath from her lips. "Are you okay, Tsubasa?" I quickly offer the nearest glass of water.

She holds out a hand, allowing her coughing to gradually dwindle. With tears running down here burning face she asks, "Tomohisa…are…are you asking to um, spend the night, with me?" The brunet acts completely shocked.

Having no idea why she was acting like this I shrug my shoulders, "Well yeah, I mean I think it might be nice, we don't necessarily have to go back to either of our flats. I mean sure the roof would be nice, but an open park would be fun too. If you don't mind roughing it, all we really need is a picnic table. "

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Seeing the brunet's eyes grow comparable to our appetizer plates, it suddenly occurs to me, what I'm ACTUALLY asking her. "OH! Uh! No nothing like that!" My face goes up in flames, while frantically waving my arms out in front of my chest. "I just meant like at the Hospital, Just 'WATCHING' the sunrise, nothing more .I didn't mean ….well, the um OTHER way! Please Tsubasa, I humbly apologize, if I offended you in ANY way!" I'm just about to leap from my seat and dive for the floor, to beg for forgiveness. Not really, caring in the slightest we're in the middle of a busy five star restaurant.

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Until I hear a quite held in snicker, right next to me. Well, that's before a noticeable 'snort' is followed by rolling laughter. "I'm so sorry Kitakado-san, I don't mean to laugh, it's just your face. I can't believe that face. You're usually so proper."

"Tomohisa." I once more corrected, taking a quick drink before setting my glass next to my plate. Embarrassed of my unusual behavior I turn my head away from the giggling brunet, Damn, I SHOULD be flawless at this. Hell, we were even trained at Bambi School to flirt with women." Irritated with my fumbled attempt I let go of my glass, to roughly rub the back of my neck, mumbling to myself, "I guess… I guess when it's some screaming fan, it's no big deal. The charm naturally comes out." I inwardly trail off,

However when it comes to HER, when it "really" matters, I'm the bumbling town jester.

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"Tomohisa, what the devil were you trying to do?" She asked with a confused face, her bursts of laughter suddenly dying on her lips.

"Ah, it's nothing really." Embarrassed, my eyes drop down to my fingers, gingerly sliding up and down the stem of my glass.

"It doesn't sound like nothing."

With my fingers on my glass, my shoulders fell against the back of the chair, "I just…I just thought we could maybe stay up and ….talk." I nervously lift my eyes, "Learn about each other a little bit more, while waiting for the sunrise, like at the hospital."

"Oh, Tomo, that's really sweet of you." Tsubasa stops her glass right before a growing smile. "I would love to do that, again!" Her smile drops for the slightest moment. "Although, maybe we should finish our business first, then decide?"

She pulls back her shoulders, attempting be more professional, suddenly remembering this wasn't really a date….Well, at least according to Tsubasa it wasn't. Everyone else, and yes, that included myself was hoping for the 'other' scenario. Damn, when did I start scheming like Ryūji?

She awkwardly traces her finger around the fragile rim of her glass. "I uh must admit, I was a bit taken back when Korekuni-san changed the meeting."

"Hmm?" Thoughtlessly replying as my eyes carefully studied over the stunning A&R. She had styled her hair much like she always does, in a high chestnut ponytail. Although to make more of effort for the formal Sky dining room, she curled her hair in loose spiral ringlets, with a few curls softly dangling around her temples. Framing her flawless, natural looking face. With only a hint of pink glossing her, dedicate lips.

I had to hand it to Ryūji's sister, the woman is definitely in the right profession. I couldn't imagine a more suitable dress for the brunet. The elegant one shouldered dress is adorned with an inch wide strip of sparking translucent beading, around the top of the dress. Just enough sparkle, to be eye-catching, but not overly trendy.

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Quite simply the brunet A&R is simply breathtaking. I'm more than willing to assume, most, if not all eyes were secretly sliding in her direction. Either out of jealously or attraction, or hell, a mixture of the two. All I know is for once, it had nothing to do with me being an idol, or even my surname. NO, I'm merely part of the faded background or at most some extremely Lucky SOB. The thing I find most funny, in a dangerous kind of way,

…is the oblivious A&R has absolutely no idea of her natural charms.

With her glass carefully cradled in her palm, the brunet swings out her arms, akwardly gesturing to the floor-to-ceiling picture window, in front of our little candlelit table. "The view from here …it's absolutely gorgeous."

"I would have to agree with you." Realizing I was staring, no, more like openly gawking. Not wishing to be caught I hastily lift my glass. Once I nervously down a good portion of liquid courage I slowly pull my drink away. Revealing an admiring expression while carefully choosing my honest words. "Yes, quite enchanting….I've never seen anything more utterly breathtaking."

….Not giving a damn about the view, outside.

She looks down at her plate, shifting what's left of her salmon tartare around with her fork. "Uh Tomohisa, I don't mean to be rude," she lifts her head, nodding it towards the untouched menu, lying next to me. "But I uh, get the impression you've eaten here before. You haven't once glanced at your menu, and yet the maître d' knew exactly what you wanted."

I intently set my water goblet down, going back to cut into my last fritter, before blindly replying. "You could say that."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to pry." Her eyes uncomfortably drop to her plate.

"It's all right, Tsubasa, you weren't prying." Picking up my water, to roughly swallow my last bite, "I'm actually quite pleased for your inquiry." Being sure my sentiment comes across correctly my expression turns earnest. "Tsubasa, I know it's not now, but it's my sincerest hope you'll grow comfortable enough to speak with me, without reserve."

"If that's true, then I should expect the same from you." I couldn't help but let out amused chuckle as she unknowingly threatened my hearts dire.

"All right you're a tough negotiator, but I think I can accept your terms." Once my laughter died down, I awkwardly cleared my throat, "Actually, to answer your question, my family has been coming to this restaurant since before I was born…So yes, you could say I've been here, once or twice before." I openly tease the brunet. "In fact, I'm pretty sure the 'Sky' was my first restaurant experience." My eyes drop back to my food, begrudgingly muttering, "It's um my father's favorite." before purposely shoving in another forkful.

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Other than Ryūji, or the usual polite inquiry I'm forced to respond to, I avoided speaking about my family. However, I am quite serious about my full discloser promise, it's just when it comes to 'them,' I'd rather it be down the road. Actually to be honest, quite a ways down the lengthy highway before she asked anything.

"Really, this was your first experience…I can't imagine." She excitedly throws out a finger, "No actually, I take that back. Out of all the members of B-project, I think you could have pulled it off the most." She drops her held out hand back to her plate, as she smiles to herself. "Aww, you must have been such an adorable, well-mannered little boy."

Suddenly the mere thought of the gorgeous A&R imagining me as a small child sets my face bursting in flames. "Uh yeah." I vaguely responded, hoping she wouldn't notice what she had caused. I quickly pull the iced burgundy colored bottle from the chilled bucket, as a way to hide my burning hot face.

…or at least hopefully earn enough time, for my cheeks to cool.

Figuring if I just stuck, my feverish head in the brass ice bucket I would not only alert Tsubasa but cause a horrible scene that would undoubting be reported back to my mother. So, with those two unacceptable considerations in mind, I decide to freshen Tsubasa's glass before pouring my 'third' drink. As I'm already slightly feeling the first two glasses, I inwardly vow to absolutely leave the third glass untouched … well, maybe leave it half full, since we haven't even ordered, yet…..and well there's still the rest of the night….so maybe if I don't finish ALL of it,

I'll be doing well under the circumstances..

Once I felt my face cool I picked up the conversation, where I left off, "Yeah, I thought so too, but apparently some of the staff here would tell you otherwise … So uh Tsubasa, what about yourself?"

She pulls her glass from her lips, "Oh! Ah well," her face grows dejected, however she forces a quick smile, that doesn't quite reach her eyes, "For the most part we rarely went out. My uh mother cooked, most of the time."

Her tone turned distant, like she was personally experiencing another time ….another life, in the middle of the dimly restaurant. "But um, after her death. My father wasn't around a lot, and when he was, well, he was terrible at it." She chuckled to herself, "He couldn't even make rice balls…. So my caregiver did most of the everyday cooking and cleaning."

I couldn't help but wonder what happened to her father? Was his absence due to work or some other reason? "Sounds like my kind of guy." Letting out a sarcastic chuckle, "Caregiver ….You mean like a nanny?"

"Uh yeah, I guess, in around about way. She didn't really have any kind of formal title, she was just a kind older woman who was paid to look after me. I mean she tried, but it wasn't the same, it wasn't like before …..With my parents." Her depressed crimson eyes slide to the window as she softly speaks.

I found my head unconsciously nodding as she explained, "I'm uh sorry to hear about your mother, Tsubasa." With her back facing towards me, my fingers anxiously twitched at the side of my plate, wishing nothing more to wrap my arms around the lonely brunet.

She shakes her head clear, quickly turning from the window, "Oh don't, I was quite young!"

"Tsubasa." My concerned tone wraps around her name.

"No really, Tomohisa, it's fine." She turns back to the window, hiding the pain in her eyes, her voice echoing tones of sadness under forced determination. "Sometimes it's difficult remembering what she even looked like…. I mean sometimes I dream about playing around her feet, on the kitchen floor," She blindly speaks, staring into the night sky as she anxiously twists her stark white napkin, before dropping her emotional eyes. "She uh, just got sick one day …and well….never recovered."

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The next thing I know my chest is awkwardly pressed against the back of her chair, giving the brunet a swift reassuring hug from behind. "You don't always have to act so brave …..Sometimes, there's strength in tears too." I softly speak next to her ear, with my arms wrapped around her shoulders, my hand tightly laced around my other wrist. "If you ever need a shoulder … I'm already here….Tsubasa."

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A comforting silence falls between us until her delicate hand reaches up, "Thanks Tomohisa," Her whispered voice breaks as she tenderly squeezes against my arm. "…it seems I'm always doing that…..thanking you, I mean." Without any warning, a tiny wet circle lands on the top of my hand.

With the simple sign of her held up walls crumbling, the two of us fall further in our gentle embrace, off in an out way corner in the bustling restaurant. Hunched over her shoulders, my blue eyes widen, for a moment with her genuine heart felt words. However before I find myself completely lost in our newfound closeness, I give the brunet A&R one last reassuring squeeze around her shoulders before,

…begrudgingly pulling away, with a teasing chuckle.

Replying rather smugly, "Well, I guess we'll just have to get used that, now wont we?" In a carefree manner, I happily pat her head as I go back, almost plopping into it my awaiting chair. Once there I purposely look straight ahead, into brunet's crystal clear reflection, as a sincere expression emerges, "Because,' I've been silently thanking you," my honest tone breaking. "All along, Tsubasa."

"Tomohisa." My name breathlessly fall from her lips.

Helplessly held captive in those reflected crimson eyes, my words fall out as if I'm speaking to myself "…and it's just not once in while ….I find myself doing it several times a day…and I'm afraid the situation isn't improving…It seems I'll soon be thanking you for ….for just being…alive the same time I am. "

A sudden sharp gasp comes from the turned away woman as the darkened window reveals awestruck eyes. "Tomohisa, I'm uh not sure what I should-"

I quickly cut off the brunet, rubbing the back of my neck, shifting my blushing face towards the table. "To be honest Tsubasa, I not really sure myself, in fact I'm not really sure where that all came from, in the first place." My chest squeezed at my misleading words, causing my hands to fall away from my neck, with a heavy sign, "No actually, that's not true. Lately, I've been beginning to realize a few things," Lifting my determined eyes to the window, readying myself to take the next, all important step...

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Tomohisa Kitakado's POV

End of chapter 10. Table for ….too many. Part 1.

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(Cringing) Sorry for the cliffy. This one seems to be especially tormenting..

Hey, I wanted to thank everyone for their heartfelt well wishes, you guys are amazing! Thanks, to you and the doctors, I'm well on my way to a full recovery, with only my occasional off days. So thank you.

So before you start using your GPS to hunt me down , I will let you know, "YES," there is a part 2 "almost" completely written ….so it should be up in a couple of days .

All right well as always, thanks for taking a peek ;) Alimackatjac.

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