Valentines Revolution: Unfinished Conversations


A single guitar strummed out the tune of an old romantic Spanish ballad. Lory sat back in his executive chair staring aimlessly at the ceiling as his fingers automatically pulled at the strings. His secretaries had been dismissed earlier, so they could go home to their families. As Lory should be doing himself. Maria hardly expected him to be home this week though. She was a little too accepting of his feelings for the holiday this week. At least that's what he preferred to tell himself rather than admitting she was to jaded for her own good. Like the duo, admittedly, trio that were on his thoughts. Eliciting a weary sigh from him, and a tragic romance ballad from his fingers.

Why did the best ones always have to be the most troublesome ones?

Rap. Rap. Rap.

Quick, secretive knocking sounded on his door. A jig-like tune met the knocking. Slowly, the door crept open, and slowly a pale head peeked in. Eyes flashing around the room, before ending on Lory. In a flash the occupant was fully inside the room, and locking the door behind himself. Strolling up to the desk he bowed politely to Lory, before taking a seat.

"Good evening Mastermind-sama."

Lory bowed his head lightly.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Conspirateur."

Yashiro sweatdropped at Lory's action. Tonight his character was a French minstrel apparently.

"I apologize Mastermind-sama. French is not one of my specialties. Just English and Japanese I'm afraid."

"Boo."

Lory pouted at him. A wispy, melancholy tune filled the room. Apparently he was dissatisfied with Yashiro's lack of knowledge in any of the Romance languages. Unsurprising. And not good for him in the least.

"So…what do you have to report to me on Amateur Lover #1?"

Time to get serious. Yashiro pushed his glasses higher up on his nose as his posture straightened.

"Per usual, Amatuer Lover plans on accepting all chocolates given to him, but has no intentions of eating a single piece."

A dark somber dance tune filled the air.

"As expected. What of his interactions with Terrified of Love?"

Yashiro leaned forward, a small grimace on his lips.

"Since our last briefing occurred before February 10th, Amateur Lover's birthday, several things have occurred."

Light, hope-filled music enveloped the air.

"First of all, Terrified of Love forgot Amateur Lover's birthday."

A shrill, off-key chord resonated.

"However, Amateur Lover wasn't at all upset at this. Terrified of Love had apparently been misinformed by a magazine that his birthday was February 18th, not the 10th. She apologized profusely though, and begged to be allowed to still give him his gift. He agreed of course. Yet throughout all this, Amateur Lover displayed no signs of being disappointed or distressed by Terrified of Love's mistake. After careful examination of the affair, I deduced that Amateur Lover was just grateful to see Terrified of Love. Poor lovesick man. And relieved to know she had cared enough to get him a gift, even if he didn't receive it."

Contemplative lilting notes reached his ears.

"After that, I approached Amateur Lover about his intentions regarding Valentine's Day. Which is when I received the expected response. Turning the tables, I asked him what he planned to do in the event that Terrified of Love gave him chocolate, as she surely will. The baka preceded to say he wouldn't act any differently, and that he would not eat any chocolate she might give to him. I called him a liar, but it didn't bother him. However, he vehemently believes that she will not give him chocolate."

Stormy music now. Yashiro sighed, nodding his head.

"I have also assured him that there is no way she will not give chocolate to her ever helpful senpai. The senpai that gives her acting advice, and taught her how to catwalk. He ignored me. Again. On the twelfth, both Amateur Lover and Terrified of Love were on set together. Amateur Lover and I were waiting for her to join us for lunch, when Terrified of Love came skipping over to us, terribly excited. When I asked her why, she said that Koto-"

"Frosty Heart."

Mastermind darkly murmured. Yashiro paused momentarily.

"-Frosty Heart called her, asking for lessons in how to make homemade chocolate. After lunch, I brought the subject up to Amateur Lover that he would most certain-"

A raised hand ended his sentence.

"Frosty Heart. Explain."

Yashiro sweatdropped. Why was that interesting?

"Terrified of Love was invited to stay overnight at her house to teach her to make chocolates. Realizing what she'd said Terrified of Love asked us to forget what she said because it wasn't her information to give out. Female reasons."

"Frosty Heart's chocolates..?"

Ah. Of course he would be interested in that.

"Terrified of Love didn't specify who Frost Heart was giving the chocolates to, only that it was for some actor who was helping her."

Perky light-hearted strums were picked.

"Continue."

"As I was saying, I told Amateur Lover that Terrified of Love would certainly be making her own chocolate at Frosty Heart's. Meaning he would be receiving chocolate. Instead of admitting defeat, Amateur Lover spun around and asked me how I planned to take responsibility. I asked him what I was taking responsibility for…He asked me what I was going to do if I got his hopes raised up about getting chocolates from Terrified of Love, and then she didn't actually give them to him."

Yashiro paused thinking back to the stressful situation. Small beads of sweat still touched his skin at the recollection. What would he do if he Kyoko-chan didn't get Ren chocolates? Here he had been raising all of Ren's hopes, and there was a high possibility she wouldn't get him any chocolates. He was sure she would, but Kyoko-chan was highly unpredictable and she could decide not to give any chocolates out. And Ren…Poor Ren…She was his first love, how devastated was he going to be if Kyoko-chan blew him off? Right after forgetting his birthday too!!!

The anxiety was getting to him. Yesterday, he had even gone to a shrine to burn incense praying that Kyoko-chan would give Ren chocolates.

"AHEM!"

Looking straight up, he saw the Pres- Mastermind had stopped playing his guitar and was now throwing random bits of paper at him, to get his attention.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just Amateur Lover's words have me worried. She wouldn't actually not give him chocolates, would she?!"

For a moment he thought he wasn't going to get a response.

"Given that it is that girl…She probably won't…"

NO!

"Calm down. It's not like the boy is going to be so heartbroken that he won't come out of his apartment."

I hadn't even thought of that!

"In fact, he'll act like nothing happened, and as if there is no reason for him to be upset. Hence the name- Amateur Lover. We should have called him Baka in Love. The only way we're going to get a reaction from him is if Terrified of Love gives chocolates to a man, and says the words 'I love' or 'You're the best'."

A simultaneous snort was shared by both of them.

'What an idiot.'

"She is the first Love ME member so we both know that won't happen…Therefore Baka in Love will get away with another frozen springtime of love. Seems we'll just have to keep thinking of other ways to get him to confess to her."

Yashiro closed his eyes briefly, sighing.

"Hai. Maybe we can get him to do something for her on White Day."

"Hmph."

Was the only response he received, as President went back to playing an overly dramatic song on his guitar.

"One more thing before I go. 'Baka' was acting strange today. This morning everything was okay, and he responded normally to my teasing. However, sometime while we were at the Dark Moon set he started acting strangely. It wasn't too noticeable on set, but he was more reserved than usual and not as quick to respond to people outside of a scene. Afterwards though, while we were in the car, he had a dark aura that seemed to surround him. His hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel several times, before they would relax. I would say that he is mad about something but I don't know what. He's never acted that way with anything involving K-Terrified in Love. So it must be something else. "

Strumming almost imperceptibly, President nodded at him, but seemed to be staring at something somewhere else.

"Tell me if it gets any worse, or persists more than a week."

"Hai. Until next week then. Same time?"

"No. Morning next time. Around four."

Yashiro looked at him a little surprised, but nodded any way. As he walked out the door a sweet, sorrowful sound met his ears. Why was President playing a mourning song?


Had to let Yashiro and Lory have a little fun with their scheming, but they were more serious than I would have preferred. I love those two together. Their personalities are so much fun.

Happy Birthday MiyabitaYozora.

Thanks For Reading,

False Sourires