Alcohol Aftermath
Albert Diyosa
My summer has officially ended. We just had our enrollment earlier (and I am not yet done!). Hey me, say hello to you dear College again! School is fun. I missed my block mates and my professors, too.
I decided to make an epilogue because I want to, and well, I just want to write more.
Lizza-chan: Thank you:D I cannot wait to read your works, too. Do write, okay. :D Moreover, I am hoping that my school would not kill me with plates. Thank you again. :D
Prototype00: Thanks for the comment. :D In order to improve my 'word-weaving,' I practice my English verbally, and write whenever I can. I also read the dictionary. I started reading five words per day until I finished at least two pages a night. It would help also, if you would refresh your vocabulary now and then, (which I failed to do XD) and just practice. :D Do have someone who would check your grammar. Most importantly, have faith that you can master your way with words. :D
Now, let us move on with the super final chapter of the story. Have a happy reading. :D
Disclaimer: You get it. I do not own anything in this world. I am just a happy fan, inspired by GTO to write. The end, no more asking.
Nota bene: Statements enclosed in parentheses are Tomoko's messages, while Yoshito's messages are the ones with Y's before them. Italicized statements are characters' thoughts.
Epilogue
It was work for Yoshito again. Two months have passed after their reunion in Okinawa. Since he already did 95 percent of his work at home, it gave him a reason to slack for a moment in his office. It was time for IM-ing again.
A window popped.
(Kikuchi-kun! It is I again!)
What a pleasant surprise. Tomoko was online. He smiled.
Y: Oi, Nomura-san. How are you?
(Everything's fine. My shoot is rescheduled later that's why I am able to go online again. How about you, how is everything?)
Y: I'm having a blast, surprisingly. Even if all I do here in the office is design, design, and design some more, I'm enjoying it.
(Glad to hear that you're enjoying your work.)
(I'm enjoying mine, too)
There was a five-second pause, then Tomoko IM-ed.
(So how were you in Okinawa?)
(I got drunk early, so I guess I was able to miss a lot.)
(Oh, I won't drink alcohol again! It's bitter!)
(It was my first time, actually.)
Yoshito mused. It was like what he said in Okinawa. He would never drink alcohol again. Alcohol was like a puppeteer, and he became its puppet for a night. It made him lose his composure. Worst, he was able to do one thing he most certainly frightened doing.
Y: Yeah, I had fun
Y: And I got semi-drunk that night.
Y: My head ached
Y: But generally, our reunion was fun.
(That's it?)
Yoshito could imagine Tomoko sporting a disappointed look.
Y: What do you mean by that?
(Well, aren't you going to tell me something?)
(Like did something memorable happened or what?)
Y: Well, there is one thing.
(What one thing?) He felt as if he could see excitement in the eye of his friend. He could not help but smile.
Y: Let's just say, I did one brave act that night.
Y: I won over my fears
Y: Did what I thought was impossible
Y: Stepped out in faith
Y: And BAYM! It was one of God's greatest blessings.
(Well,)
(I don't exactly get you, but whatever you mean)
(I'm happy for you!)
Y: Thanks, Nomura-san. I am glad I was able to show up in our reunion.
(It was nothing, Kikuchi-kun.)
(I missed you guys a lot, so I thought)
(Why not hold a reunion to catch up on things.)
(And I'm glad it was a success)
(Though I really wished I could've seen what happened to you.)
(Bah! I'll never drink again!)
Yoshito chuckled.
(Did I not tell you that you would have fun, right?)
Before Yoshito could type his reply, a timid knock echoed around the place, followed by the creaking of the wooden door of his office.
"Oi, almighty geek, you have a visitor." A voice floated, and it was not just any voice. It sounded familiar. Yoshito turned round to find…
"K-Kanzaki-san?" his high school approach to anxiety was attacking him again. He could feel his hands becoming wet out of nervousness, surprise, delight, and not knowing what to do. Only Urumi could distract him like that.
"Yes, it is I, in the flesh, visiting an adorable geek like you." She smiled, approaching him. As soon as he was an arm away, she reached out and pinched his left cheek. "I would greatly appreciate it if you would practice calling me by my first name. Okay, Yoshito?"
"Sure Urumi, I'll practice calling you that." It was odd for him to address someone from the opposite gender by her given name. It sounded extra friendly for him, but he liked it anyway. He loved her name very much. "Can I call you darling instead? It's a lot easier for me."
Urumi let go of his left cheek. "Dream on, boy genius. I like my name, and I like it when people—especially you—call me by my given name." She reached out for something inside her handbag. "Besides, calling someone darling is cheesiness, and cheesiness is not good for us. I do call people darling and/or sweetheart because they are my friends, and well," she paused. Urumi blushed and looked away, and then she proceeded. "You are more than a friend. You're… like an answered prayer—one of my answered prayers."
Yoshito could melt any minute now. He could feel his cheeks turning bright red. He was dead sure it was not flattery. Urumi could never form those words just like that, lest she truly meant it. He smiled. Just when things were about to start to become, uh, intellectually romantic, Tomoko buzzed him. He nearly forgot he was chatting with her.
"Oh yeah, I was chatting with your best bud, Nomura-san since earlier. Do you want to tell her something?" He cleared his throat, regaining his usual poker face.
"Tell her, I said hi, and that if we could meet up and catch up some more." She, too, went back to her usual serious expression. "I'll just go to the washroom and make myself up. I sure don't want to look stressed or what in our first date." With that, she left him. Yoshito went back to typing again.
Y: Sorry about the late reply. Urumi came here just now.
Y: She said, hi, and that she wanted to meet you.
It felt like he could hear Tomoko's squeal from wherever she was.
(That's great! I want to see her, too!)
(Tell her I'm free next week.)
(Tell her I'll treat her for lunch!)
(I am so excited!)
Yoshito delighted himself at the mental image of Tomoko jumping on her seat.
Y: Sure, I'll tell her that.
(Thank you, Kikuchi-kun!)
(You are such a friend.)
(By the way, you haven't answered yet)
Yoshito paused for a moment. He remembered the day Tomoko told him he would enjoy the reunion and the night Urumi and he shared. A smile crept its way on his face.
Y: Oh yeah, about that
Y: I had fun.
Y: It was just like what you told me when we ate out.
Y: You were right, Nomura-san.
'You were perfectly right.' He said in his thoughts.
Yoshito logged off and shut his computer down. He lazily reclined the backrest of his seat and pondered just how things were as of the time being. He hoped that if things would change, his newfound love for a certain super genius would remain the same. She secretly hoped that, too.
From there, their intellectual, levelheaded commitment blossomed.
End of Epilogue
Yay again! I am finally through with this story. I hope that I will be able to write more. :D I had fun writing this one. Now, it is back to school for me in a few days…
Goodbye to freedom from plates I will surely miss you.