Sooooooooooooooooo; this is long overdue chapter 3. I hope you're still with me! Well, either you've just stumbled across it or you're following it, enjoy! And next chapter has much more Ishiyama in it :3
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'Tatsuya... Tatsuya wake up already. What's wrong-anyone slipped you anything in your drink?'
That was...Hiroko's voice; and it was in his ear the first thing in the morning. Why? Oh that's right, it was waking him up. Was he sleeping then? He must have been because he didn't see anything else other than black; so he had to open his eyes. 'Mmmm...' but he didn't really feel like it; it was a Saturday anyway so why did he have to wake up so early?
'Ta-san...wake ~up, you...'
She was calling him by the nickname she'd made up when she was five...that was dangerous! What did she want?
'It's already two o'clock in the afternoon; don't you want to eat your lunch? It's your favourite sea bass...!'
Two freaking o'clock? Why the hell was he sleeping so late-...? Um, thinking about all the alcohol he'd consumed yesterday he was lucky he got to wake up so early more like it.
'Two o'clock? Oh damn, I overslept...!' he said, scratching his head lazily...
But something was missing! Where was his wonderful pompadour; it wasn't at the top of his head anymore...and his hair were down!
'You think...?' asked she sarcastically, yet she was smiling.
Hiroko smiling and waking him up by telling him she had prepared his favourite sea bass...twilight zone!
'Now get your ass off and let's go fill your empty stomach, shall we? You must be starved...'
He would still see her in fuzz but the point was she had started coming into focus, he was waking up; he reached for his glasses on the nightstand but she slapped his hand away. 'No glasses dear, let your eyes catch some light-see the wonderful sun out there?' she continued, ever smiling as she took his glasses and put her on her head; she walked over to his window 'and there will be light!' she recited; she opened the blinds!
'Ugh, shut them down...' he complained, covering his eyes with his arm; she chuckled.
'Nah-uh-uh... you're getting up and that's the end of it; you've already slept away the whole Saturday so-'
'It's Sunday! Oh, you must be joking! Why haven't you wakened me up already?' he immediately jumped out of bed -even if he was wearing nothing but his knickers- almost panicked-he couldn't believe he wasted a perfectly fine day.
That was the first time he had slept that long, why didn't she wake him up earlier what was wrong with her? He hastened to find his pyjama's top; why was he sleeping in nothing but his knickers again?
'I tried waking you but...you were snoring so loud the floor rumbled and quite frankly I was a little scared to annoy you.' He gave her a murderous look as he was putting on his pyjama's shirt; she laughed. 'No seriously I tried to wake you up but you just wouldn't budge, not an inch; you kept snoring and snoring-I almost knocked you out of your bed but nothing!' replied she, shrugging yet amused.
He could actually see that happening...he shook his head; oh well, nothing to be done. 'And why was I wearing nothing but my boxers?'
She chuckled; 'that has nothing to do with me, love; you undressed yourself I take it...' she appeared to be searching in her mind for the correct time-frame 'two days ago. Thankfully, you were still dressed when you came back...even though you were blindly drunk! And lemme tell you one thing: you couldn't see a thing in your glasses. I still can't understand why you keep wearing them on during the night.'
'Heh! You'd never understand how a man truly feels, a man!'
'...like I need to. Just get up you big drunkard and let's go grab a bite; and why is it that you put on only your shirt and not the pants as well?'
'...I like to be free to wear whatever I want in my own goddamn space; and how is it that I came to your apartment and not mine? I hate this part of the hotel which is why I gave it to you.'
She fired up immediately but said or did nothing; she only pouted, all womanly like and cute. 'Well, after I thank you so much for your consideration for this lovely room you gave me that I actually like,' her tone a little edgy 'then allow me to inform you that I have no idea why you came here-if anyone you should have. I mean, we didn't really part ways in the best moods. So I figured you'd do anything to stay away from me. You just returned, making a ruckus!'
'I did? Hum...that is not like me...'
'It ain't; and neither is coming into my room staggering saying something about the will of Ishiyama or something crazy...' he was thoroughly amazed 'oh, and then you collapsed! Ha-ha, it was so funny! When I got you to your bed you started undressing and then lay down-in ten minutes you were out of it!' she laughed again 'Oh it was so funny really...'
They started towards the living room. He looked as if something was eating him inside, there was a grim look on his face, and a very thoughtful expression. She had started to worry someone might have done something to him-or even worse...
Him remembering what she had done to him that night...so when he went to ask she felt her neck dry; please let it be he didn't remember or else she'd be in a great deal of trouble.
He opened his mouth-
'Did I have my pompadour when I was knocked out?'
She laughed her ass off...mentally; it was good he was a total nitwit when it came to remembering stuff. 'Yes...' she replied as relief washed over her; thank god, it was his pompadour he was worried about.
'Aha! So you admit you let my hair down!'
Such accusation such overreaction over one hairdo -even if she had the startling decency (to all of her friends' surprise) not to ever comment on it and even encourage him to keep it if he liked it- '...well, I found it'd be hard for you to sleep with that thing so I undid it for you...no need to be so snappy dear; after all you can put it up again easily. Now sit down in your seat...' she gestured at the chair he usually pinned himself at and had him seated 'and I will bring out the food...' she continued as she took a napkin and put it in his lap.
'This will be good...' said he thoughtfully.
'Now; do you want rice to go with it or fries?'
'Don't make me choose...'
'And I won't! Here; help yourself to your heart's content to both!' said she, presenting him two different dishes with lots of fries and lots of rice in each; he felt his mouth watering.
'Oh finally, a proper lunch...'
'What is that supposed to mean, huh? Do I not cook well enough for you unless it's your favourite food, huh?' This once she couldn't hold her anger back: her face was distorted into a mask of darkness, her eyes small...
He gulped. 'O-of course not; your cooking makes even the foods I don't like taste nice...' Wow; he hadn't expected her to take a compliment so badly...
But he saved it.
'Aw, that is so nice of you to say so...'
Her mood changed so quickly he barely had the time to register the swift way her lips pecked on his cheek...this was weird-very weird and unsettling: she was being sweet to him even if they had a huge fight yester-two days ago that wasn't about an insignificant matter. Yet, she was nice, she was dressed well -she was rarely caught in a dress, especially such a colour- and she had cooked his favourite food meaning she even went as far as being considerate.
Yeah. Twilight zone was back. The last time he had seen her like that he'd done something very nice for her, namely he'd taken her to see Britain on a weekend he was also there with his father on business. And now he was certain nothing of the sort even remotely occurred...this was definitely fishy.
'What's the occasion?'
'...none! I just thought I've been too much of a whiny bitch to you lately and I'd hate to think that we'd part ways tomorrow in such a dissatisfying manner; I wanted to see you smile before I left.'
O...K; why the need for such theatrics? She could have just as simply apologised and it would have the same effect on him; she was always the tough one who never let go of anything he always forgave her because that was what men did.
...But then he realized this whole time she was speaking about her leaving as if it was something arranged. Why?
And then a single question flooded his head and he decided to say it out loud. 'What the hell happened while I was sleeping?'
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He had no idea why this was fucking happening; suddenly his whole routine was being violently taken away from him -and god knew how he valued routine- as he saw the one person in his life that he never thought he'd see leave, leaving. Now he didn't have abandonment issues nor had he any serious attachments to her but...she was his first friend. The first girl he ever met before he could even talk.
Their obsessive mothers got pregnant at the same time just for the sake their children would grow up together since babies...well, they had hoped they'd both be boys so they could be best friends like them but they turned out boy and girl so the idea was also immediately born in their simplistic little minds: their children should marry!
And ever since then they've been arranging it...a fact that led Hiroko to get a little mad while growing up, as she always saw Tatsuya in a very friendly way -almost brotherly- and the constant request, borderline demand from their mothers put her off and unhinged her nerves a great deal...which explained the slight split-personality disorder Hiroko was starting to develop: as a girl she'd get caught up into fights even though she knew she couldn't win and the last five years she had become a fierce peace-loving woman yet she would change moods rapidly with violent urges.
Yeah...that just spoke of normalness!
And said girl had already packed her bags and, with a huge smile plastered on her face, headed to the phone; he knew she wanted to call the taxi service to send one over.
What had she been up to this Saturday that made his father-my headstrong stubborn decisive father- to change his mind and allow her to go abroad and study after all he would never quite fathom; he only knew it must have been pretty convincing! Out of mere self-respect he never asked her what sort of power she had deployed to get what she wanted and just sat there, watching her disgruntled.
He never thought there'd be a day when he'd think this but it did: despite of all his bitterness and complaints he would actually miss that girl...
'Don't bother calling; I'll get you to the airport.'
'Eh? No need; I have a late flight but I will be going out with Kaya-chan and Mari-chan to spend the last day together-you know how those girls are, all emotional and stuff and since I won't be seeing them...'
'I said don't bother calling.' He strained his voice, making it clear he wouldn't take no for an answer. 'After all, this is your last day here for me, too...'
That stung; she knew he wasn't emotional...at all -In fact there was this one time when she was hospitalized due to special circumstances five years ago (meaning she was severely beat up) and he didn't so much as showed worry about her, even if he was the one who found her, got her out of the mess and helped her to the hospital (namely it was the reason she started turning against violence)- but the way he phrased that last part was a normal slap at the face, like saying "you completely forgot about me" in a very discreet manner. But Himekawa Tatsuya would never complain about something so "girly" -as he thought about everything that had to do with feelings- so he indirectly made his discontent show. Well shit, she felt actually guilty her plan worked now.
And just to be clear, her plan was nothing as conniving or evil as one would think about: she merely wanted to go study abroad as she was promised. So when she had left school early that day, she merely went over to Himekawa's father and asked him if she was allowed. The man had said he had no problem whatsoever...as long as Tatsuya agreed to it. So all she had to do was make him agree!
And when she saw he didn't that day he had come to her apartment then she knew she should pry it out of him when he'd be incapacitated...and that's what she did: when he returned home drunk out of his mind that same night she knew he would never remember anything the next because he never did, when he got hammered like that. So she used him and made him call his father...
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'Tatsuya, you know you've been a horrible friend to me lately-forget about being a lousy boyfriend...'
'Wh-what? Hell I am...'
She was carrying him to his bed -well, helping him get there as he could walk on his own for some distance- and she could see the familiar shine in his eyes that showed he couldn't think coherently or at least act anything like he usually did. It was a strange sight to behold but she enjoyed how much of a difference a lot of alcohol could do to a person. He never forgot anything and he was always collected but now...the exact opposite.
'Yes you have...just think about it; I ask you to do something you keep saying no. I ask you to defend me from your father like you used to do when we were little and you still say no...I'm hurt you know...deeply. And my brother's been giving me advice lately...'
'He fucking hates me and you know that so don't listen to him; I'm a great friend!'
'Then prove it!'
'...how?'
Great! Everything was going just as planned ; was she not carrying him she would rub her hands together like some sort of evil mastermind; Light Yagami suddenly came to mind...! Now he only needed a little push and he'd do exactly as she wanted him! 'You could...call your dad.'
'My dad?'
Now she should tread carefully. 'Yes...what about my studying abroad? You know how much I wanted to go to Britain and study Law there...but now with your father breathing down my neck and my mum thinking we should "get married the soonest possible" ' she imitated her mother's deep voice, making the drunk man laugh 'I'll never be able to. You're my friend; you're my best and first friend; please don't let them take my dream away from me.'
He looked away; he wanted to help her, he really did. That's just the kind of relationship they had: she'd help him and he'd help her. She would nourish him and he would protect her. He was just like a big brother-as her big brother was always too distant with her and formal for her to confine in anything else other than the truly important. He bit his lip as she sat him down on his bed and took off his glasses.
'Please Tatsuya; you know I'll help you with yours; we'll get married as soon as I return, I promise so your father will give you the company!'
Damn it! She knew how to push his buttons... 'Fine; give me the goddamn phone.'
She beamed; she trapped him in a smothering death trap-err, hugged him 'thank you so much Ta-chan! You are the best friend ever!'
She brought him the phone immediately and -as soon as he was able to breathe straight again- she dialled the number -she didn't want his father thinking they'd been doing anything dirty which was why he was panting or else he'd say he had been manipulated into it (if you manipulate my son into it or he is incapacitated in any way when he says yes, it won't count, his father had said and thank God that when Himekawa got drunk no one could understand it)-.
And then they talked for about ten minutes before he fell unconscious...
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So the next day, even if it was Sunday, Himekawa's father called the school she'd chosen, -Cambridge University of Britain- and paid them in advance for the first year. And thus, she had gotten herself enrolled to the law school she wanted. Now that wasn't anything too horrible was it?
She only profoundly, from the depths of her heart hoped Tatsuya wouldn't remember before she was gone -he would remember eventually- because there was no way they'd make her return once she had left...so maybe it was a good thing he'd be coming with; she'd get to monitor his moves much easier and 'no cell phone though; if you're with us you're with us all the way!'
'What! No fucking way-you can go all by yourself.'
She was crestfallen 'B-but...I'm leaving and-don't you want to see me off?'
Oh damn, the guilt-trip again. 'Sigh...fine; but I get to have limited access to it throughout the day or else I'll go insane!'
Few, saved! 'O-oh of course Ta-san! But I'll hold on to it-I won't even look at it, but I'll hold on to it or else you'll never keep your word. I know how you and that cell phone are.'
'Ha ha, you know me too well!'
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Mari-chan was a skinny, sickly looking young woman, who Himekawa never quite liked or disliked; with her natural blond hair and her brown eyes - she was half-French if her name wasn't enough give away - she was kind yet something at the back of his mind made him keep an eye out around her. So he remained neutral.
But whom he did dislike was this girl: Kaya-chan. He had no idea why but he really disliked her. He just did. Probably it had everything to do with the fact she was constantly telling Hiroko "Himekawa isn't worth the while" ever since she'd found out about the "girlfriends" he had while in a "relationship" with Hiroko. Oh well, tough luck, they were still together to her discontent...which was obvious as soon as she'd seen him. But he steeled his nerves because he couldn't go delinquent on her as soon as he saw her and only jerked his head in an awkward salute and holed himself up in the driver's seat.
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And then he wished he had never asked to escort her to the fucking airport; he couldn't do all the things he'd normally do -and his precious video games would be alone for the day- and he couldn't even text message. And that was killing him!
The day was going by so slowly he thought everything played in slow motion; but what else could he do, he went ahead and became..."emotional" - oh the horror - because she'd be going to England! Tch! As if he cared; now at least he'd get to have a normal - for his standards - relationship with many women without listening to Hiroko's whining about everything!
Oh wait; she hadn't even left and he was already thinking of that? Woo, that was low even for him.
But while spending the previous hour in his car, waiting behind the stirring wheel of his favourite girl - his black Lamborghini with her leather seats and her 580 PS and her V-12 -which even if it were two-seated they managed to cram four people in it...a fact that still broke his heart as he watched the girls scrape the seats and physically wound it with their feet - in other words made footprints on its perfect clean interior -, he realized something: the little memory-gap he had of the previous night...came back!
Oh she did not dare rick roll him, did she? Goddamn it all, she would never live this down, he would fucking call his father right now and fucking tell him eve-...tell him what? "Oh hey dad, I've just been tricked by my girlfriend who has no experience of any sort in deceive"? He might as well have told him to get them married this moment and hand the business over to Hiroko! No, he shouldn't contact his dad; he should do something else that would directly involve Hiroko, something that would take care of this on his own.
Heh, he had some phone calls to make...
Wait, was that why Hiroko wanted him with her and took his cell phone away from him-in case he remembered he couldn't contact the right people? She was such a slimy cunning conniving little weasel, doing all in her power to get what she wants without considering the consequences, even deploying such low methods as-...Wow! He had just gotten a taste of his own medicine from the girl that was - supposed to be - his best friend! Thinking about it, he felt kind of proud of her in that realization and a little bit attracted to her.
He shook his head; he had even more phone calls to make...
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'Hiroko-chan, Hiroko-chan, I found a guy right behind there' said Mari-chan pointing at an isle somewhere behind her 'that's very beautiful and-what's more, he actually goes to Ishiyama high...' when Hiroko failed to realize the importance of her friend's statement that she said it with such momentum and eagerness her friend pointed out 'along with Himekawa-san!' as if she was explaining something to a two-year-old.
Only then did Hiroko's eyes snapped wide in realization and her mouth parted a little. Oh not now...
'Well?' Mari probed. 'Won't you go to talk to him?'
Hiroko still hesitated; she didn't want to see him, she didn't want to see anyone from his school in fear they might tell her anything she wasn't supposed to know and they may actually be dangerous-if Himekawa was capable of being such a lowlife delinquent then the rest could be just as powerful...
But in all honesty she feared they'll tell her something she didn't want to know. And that was it.
'Well, I, I don't-...'
Besides this was a bloody-supermarket! Why is a guy here that's in Tatsuya's school?
'Come on...' she complained pouting, trying to make herself adorable. 'I want to talk him up, exchange emails, numbers and stuff, and you'll be my connection...please...please Hiroko-chan...'
Hiroko sighed; where was Kaya when you needed her? She could say "go to hell" and sound like "you're so sweet" and still make the other person go away with no problem! But if she said it of course she'd sound something like "I want to kill you" so people would get mad!
Damn Kaya, where are you?
But then again, if she knew Kaya she'd be in the foods department, ogling the stakes and the vegetables -just as she was in the sweets department, flirting with certain bars of chocolate and some Venus-. And if you're wondering why she wants some chocolate named Venus then just remember the rest of the planets: Venus, Mercury, Mars...but there are copyrights, so I better call it Venus...
'Fine, I'm coming...' she couldn't resist her and she knew it.
Immediately the other girl's eyes shone an otherworldly colour; 'oh yes!'
Mari literally dragged her all the to the place she had found the man of her dreams; she'd always dreamt of her perfect guy -the vision changing every single month so naturally so did the boyfriends- and this month's prince charming was a relatively tall, handsome red-haired man with a mysterious aura around him...and this one right there was just that!
'Hello Natsume-san I'm back again...! Here, this is the friend I was telling you about who knows someone from your school!'
The said man looked up with a disinterested expression on his face; he was wearing an apron and he was putting cans in their place...so he worked there, makes sense. Still, he looked nothing like she'd expected him -when Mari said beautiful she usually meant black long hair and blue eyes- while said man was shamelessly looking both from head to toe, as if measuring them up, to see if they were worth his time or not.
Not very polite...Hiroko thought testily under his scrutiny; still she said nothing and only gave a small fleeting smile as a greeting.
Surprisingly he returned it tenfold and somewhat genuine before actually introducing himself. 'Hello; I'm Natsume. I'm surprised that girls such as you know someone from our school. Who can it be?'
Oh; interesting. He wants to gather information about us, huh? 'You mean who can it be we know or who can it be that we are? Well, whatever: this is Mari and I'm Hiroko.'
He was very smart; first thing and he already asked for information of personal nature. But she wouldn't oblige him. A name would be more than enough for him! Ha-ha-ha, she would let him boil in his stew for daring to look at her in such a crude way and giving such a fake yet genuine-looking smile, probably figuring they were not really worth his while and using such cheap words to get information for someone-Himekawa, but he didn't know yet and he wouldn't, he never would. No matter how angry she might have been with Tatsuya she was still his friend and she would never let this man know-
'Himekawa's girlfriend Hiroko? Wow! Pleasure to meet you; your boyfriend and I are in the same class.'
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How the hell-!
Just how many people were there when his message was read out loud? Suddenly she blushed; didn't that mean he heard what the message wrote?
But in all of her panic and her shame she didn't fail to realize suddenly Natsume seemed a lot more interested in both of them. Hum...fishy...
'Y-yes, that's me. Hello.' said she with a disappointed smile. 'You say in the same class? Oh, you must be the same age! Been with him long?'
'All three years; what about you two, girls?'
Hiroko once again didn't want to answer; she only smiled and avoided eye contact...but she didn't count on her friend who was so eager to capture her new prince charming that she sang like a canary!
Suddenly an image of a canary being struggled to death by a black mean kitty came to mind: 'nya~!' whispered Hiroko under her breath before mentally cursing her luck and her friend.
'Oh, we've been friends since middle school; we aren't in the same school anymore though, I go to a private one, but we're still very close, meet up twice a week or more; she is so smart and everything, she's the third best in her whole school and her school is like a school for the best students! Well, I'm a class president but nearly as good as she-I take after my father who is good at maths but nothing else. Oh and we're both so good at cooking, it's crazy!'
'Aw, Mari-chan, you didn't tell him our social security numbers yet...'
Natsume laughed good-naturedly. 'Well, Hiroko-chan is the one girl who holds Himekawa's interest so she must be quite gifted...' he commented light-heartedly.
When Hiroko scoffed at that both looked at her wondered. 'What?'
'Are you sure I'm the one girl who holds his interest?' she challenged, sounding something between amused, a little miffed yet arrogant.
'Hiroko-chan, I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you...' said he trying to sound comforting. 'He's just like that. I've known him for all three years and he just does things without caring what impact he has on the rest of the people as long as he gets what he wants; friend or not he'll always be like that. Well, in truth I expected him to treat his girlfriend better but I'm sure it's not your fault you aren't good enough-.'
'That's not very comforting Natsume-san.' When he tried to feign the courteous social contract she smirked. 'But you already know that. So my best guess is you did it with some sort of purpose. No matter what, after all, I already know his character thus you accentuating his bad aspects means only two things: that you were trying to see my reaction or turn me for any sort of reason against Tatsuya. Which one is it? Or maybe I don't have to choose?'
'You are quite sharp...you have the sort of cleverness that is useful in diplomacy. No wonder you are with Tatsuya; a very well-coordinated couple I may say, given he has the sort of wit that's best used in business...'
'You are very sharp yourself...and you telling me all these only means you have no problem with me knowing you are this smart just as I don't mind showing you that I am that smart because now we can both bare our fangs to each other, knowing some of the extent of each other's intellect.'
'Exactly...'
Imaginary glare rays escaped both people's eyes, meeting midway; oh so he wanted to play this game? So she wanted to play this game?
Fine by them...
What had she done; Mari opened the sacks of Aeolus...
Realizing her mistake, she rushed to fix it; never mind prince charming, she'd find another mysterious, sexy, redhead to attract her attention with just the same smirk as Natsume -no, I'll never find another; he'll forever haunt me, thought the girl bitterly as imaginary tears ran down her eyes-. 'E-err...um maybe Hiroko and I should-should go...'
Hiroko smiled darkly; scary how she and Himekawa share that same smile, Natsume thought.
'Oh no, by all means; I'll just stay here and watch him as he goes on about his job, putting cans and cartons into their respective shelves. That's a fulfilling job all in itself isn't it-helping people in such a selfless way like finding their products...?'
'I guess it's nearly as fulfilling as knowing your boyfriend will remain forever faithful to you; or maybe even more...' he replied absentmindedly.
'Y-you...!' she steamed.
Mari sensed a storm coming; Aeolus should be Hiroko's middle name even if she wasn't Italian -because Mari would never remember the difference between Italians and Greeks; in fact once, she'd thought that Diana was a Greek island-. 'Let's go now Hiroko-chan; we only have so much time before you leave for good and-.'
'Hiroko-san, Mari-chan; you'll never believe whom I ran into: this girl Yuka says she knows Himekawa-...!' Kaya's voice was heard as she turned at the isle with a girl on her hand that looked cute yet curious. As she turned and saw the scene -Mari latched on Hiroko's hand trying to drag her away from a young man whom she was glaring at- she stopped short. 'Who is this?'
Thank god Kaya came right in that moment or else Mari would have also disclosed more information like Himekawa being in the car outside waiting for them -completely disregarding the fact she mentioned she'd be leaving the country for good. But Natsume noticed...
'This is Natsume-san, Himekawa-san's classmate; and that is Yuka-san I presume...?' Mari asked, trying to relax the people around her.
'Oh! How nice; well, Yuka-san this is Hiroko-chan, Himekawa's girlfriend and Mari-chan our friend, and girls, this is Yuka-san, a second year. They are all in the same class ever since they all got transferred at St Ishiyama!'
'Yuka-san...it's nice to meet you.' Mari said politely, finally letting go of her friend and bowing slightly.
Yuka paid no attention. 'You are pretty Hiroko-chan! You look like Aoi-nee-san...somewhat. But she's nearly as tall as you. And she doesn't have the piercings or the bangs or the glasses-!'
'I get it we have the same complexion, geez!'
'Complexion hair and eye colour.'
Hiroko, Natsume and Kaya rolled her eyes at the same time. 'Good; now can we just go girls? Anyway, I'm glad I met you-...yeah on second thought just Yuka-...on a third thought I only spent three seconds with Yuka so who can say they know a person in such a little time so bye-bye.' Hiroko snapped, turned on her heel and stalked out of the supermarket...dragging Mari with her in case she tried to divulge anything else.
'...bye.' Kaya said and shrugged awkwardly for her friend's manners; considering she was usually courteous it stroked her as odd.
'Bye-bye...' Natsume said looking at the girl's retracting backs; what an interesting interaction he'd just had...apparently the girl didn't notice his subtle reaction at the information Hiroko was leaving the country but that didn't mean he didn't hear it! Maybe he should call the guys and meet up at the airport -if he knew Himekawa he would be providing her only with the most expensive flight - and even if they had no idea where she'd be going at least he knew she wouldn't leave before seven.
Yes, that was the best course of action; he'd call everyone and tell-
'Asuka-san, you'll never believe who I've just met! No...No not him, no not him too-it's a woman damn it...YES! It's her, Hiroko-chan I've just met Hiroko-chan, Himekawa's girlfriend! A-ha-ha-ha, yes, amazing isn't it? And to think I just came here by pure luck! No, she is black-haired; no, not like that-...'
His eye twitched; Yuka had a big mouth... but maybe it would be beneficiary Yuka to be there after all, calling everyone she knew because this way he could tell the rest about his devious plan to get to the airport.
But Yuka couldn't quite understand why Natsume gave her such a look when she called her friend to tell her the news; it was a huge SCOOP that she'd just literally stumbled upon! How could she not call her friend and tell her that she'd just met Himekawa's girlfriend, Hiroko-chan just moments ago! And tell her how she was and acted like...?
'Hey Yuka...'
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