DISCLAIMER: I don't own UtaPri.
A/N: Let's see what can I say…Nothing much really. Oh the lucky lady gets introduced; I made her up on the fly so I hope she's pretty good. Lol. Um…I think that's all I really need to say. Sooo on with the story…..
Hot Shot
Tokiya sat at a table that was in a secluded corner of the small café. He had his hands resting on the table as he stared at the black screen on his phone. For about the past twenty minutes, he has been in that same position, ignoring the waitresses that would come to refill his water glass every five minutes. It was currently noon time and all Tokiya could think was that she was not going to show up. She was already twenty minutes late.
Yesterday, after Tokiya found out the news and told Otoya, Tokiya had gone home and stayed up all night. He couldn't get a wink a sleep, constantly moving from room to room trying to tire himself out. However, it seemed that the more Tokiya tried to clear his mind and calm his nerves, the more riled up he would get. His traitorous brain would bring up worse case scenarios, making his heart race. At one point, Tokiya almost called up Otoya, just to have someone to vent his thought to. However he quelled that desire almost as quick as it had came.
It was not in Tokiya's nature to worry this much, but now it seemed that worrying was all he could do. That's why when he got a call from her, to meet at a nearby café, Tokiya had accepted without hesitation and made sure to arrive right on time.
Even though Tokiya has been thinking about it non stop, he could never really settle on a solution. He didn't know what the right action might be in this case. Usually Tokiya could solve a situation before it even occurs, but now he could barely take one step at a time. Who knew that something like this would affect him so greatly?
At the sound of the door chime, Tokiya snapped his head up, only to let out a heavy sigh when he saw that it was not the woman he was waiting for. He looked at the water glass in front of him, watching the water droplets roll off the glass and onto the table top. It was a similar situation like this, that Tokiya first met her around two month ago at that bar…
It was late, maybe around midnight or more close to one in the morning. Either way, Tokiya Ichinose didn't really care. He had came in this up scale bar around nine and had been downing shots ever since then. This was so unlike him, to come and deliberately get himself drunk. However Tokiya needed some kind of outlet or else he might have gone crazy. After all, Tokiya has just lost his mother to long battle with cancer. The awful thing was that Tokiya had focused more on building his company than his dying mother. It seems like working was the only way Tokiya could cope with the situation, though he came to regret that as he wasn't even there when she passed away.
Maybe Tokiya and his mother didn't have a close relationship, but she was still his mother, the one who gave him workaholic drive. Closing his eyes, Tokiya tipped his head back and drowned the rest of his drink, slamming the glass back down when he was done. The bar keeper glanced over at Tokiya with a worried expression before proceeding to make him another drink.
As he waited for his tenth drink, or maybe it was his twelfth, Tokiya pulled out his phone to check his messages. There was a long list of voicemails from Otoya and Natsuki. Ren had left a handful of text messages along with Masato and Syo. Every single one made Tokiya want to throw his phone against the wall. It was just irking his nerves to see that they all said the same thing: "I'm sorry." Tokiya didn't want to hear that. He didn't want to the normal response from people; he wanted something more, he wanted…he wanted…he didn't know what he wanted.
"A Black Russian please."
Tokiya snapped his head to the side when he heard the female voice. Settling in the bar stool next to him, was a woman who didn't look no older than twenty-four. She was tall with an athletic type body. Her skin was fair, matching well with her dark brown hair and gray eyes. Tokiya noted that she was dressed in a black ruffle skit and long sleeve red shirt.
All in all, the woman could probably pass off as beautiful, but not sexy in the least. Even with a cloudy mind, Tokiya was still taking everything in with a critical eye. There was just no way for him to shut that part of his character off.
As if sensing his stare, the woman glanced over at Tokiya and frowned. "Can I help you?" She asked in a somewhat snarky tone. When she reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, she revealed that her left ear was doubled pierced and there was a kanji tattoo right on her neck.
Tokiya wrinkled his nose at both the piercing and tattoo. "Not at all." Tokiya replied, turning his head away and picking up his fresh drink and taking a sip. He winced as the alcohol traveled down his throat in a burning stream. Clearly the scotch on the rocks was bushing his limits, but that fact could bother Tokiya less as he tipped his head back and drank the rest in one gulp.
"Whoa there hot shot." The woman laughed when Tokiya set the glass back on the table. "Don't you think you're going a bit far?" She asked with a smirk.
"So what if I am?" Tokiya countered, his voice only slurring a fraction. He may not drink a lot, but his tolerance was a bit high when it comes to alcohol. "Tonight I just want to forget."
The woman laughed again and waved down the bartender. "Cancel that Black Russian." She said. "Instead get my buddy-" The woman glanced at Tokiya, not knowing what to call him. "What's you're name?"
"Tokiya Ichinose."
"Right, get my buddy Tokiya and I Russian Quaalude shots." The woman winked at the bartender, who in turn nodded and went to prepare the drinks.
"What is a Russian Quaalude?" Tokiya asked not familiar with the name of the alcoholic drink. "I hope you're not going to kill me or something."
The woman flipped her hair and smirked. "Oh please, like I want to kill of some depressed stranger. I simply want to help you forget whatever trouble you are going through right now."
Tokiya raised a skeptical eyebrow, but his attention was diverted when the bartender set two shot glasses in front of them. Each held three tones, layer of liquor, which made Tokiya second guess the woman who ordered them.
"Just drink it." The woman persisted, lifting up her own glass and waiting for Tokiya to do the same. "You'll like it."
Already in a reckless phase, Tokiya lifted the glass to his lips, glancing at the woman beside him. Together they both drowned the strong drink, slamming their empty glasses back on the table. "Ah, that's something." Tokiya muttered, shivering a bit as he rubbed his throat. He looked at the still unknown woman. "What is you're name."
The brunette smiled widely and turned to fully face him. She held out her hand and Tokiya noticed that there was another kanji tattoo on the back of her hand, while her fingers held an abundance of rings, most of which had skull designs. "Reika Takahashi."
"Can I have hot tea?"
Tokiya snapped out of his reverie and looked up just as Reika slid into the chair across from him. The waitress nodded at Reika's request and scurried off to fill it.
Once she was gone, Tokiya carefully took in Reika's appearance. Her brunette hair was streaked pink and was now in a pixie cut, framing her heart shaped face. Now Tokiya could clearly see the double piercings in both ears and the kanji tattoo on her neck. She wore holey jeans and a loose dark blue shirt that had the logo of some metal band.
Reika smiled at Tokiya and leaned back in her seat. "I thought you were going to chicken out hot shot." She taunted with a mischievous gleam in her gray eyes.
"Clearly this isn't something I can chicken out on." Tokiya said in all seriousness as he averted his gaze from Reika and glanced out the window.
There was a long silence in which the waitress came back with Reika's tea. It wasn't until Reika got her tea just the way she likes it before she took a sip and spoke. "You seem so elated that you're going to be a father." She said with heavy sarcasm. The rings on her hands, clinked against the glass, making Tokiya glance over at Reika. "I mean I almost want to believe that you purposely forgot to-"
"I'm not here to hear you ramble." Tokiya sharply interrupted.
"Then what are you here for?"
Tokiya pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh. "So we can deal with this." He said. How is it that it's Reika he has to deal with? This woman is nothing but a bothersome human being. She is the complete opposite of Tokiya in every way, from the way she dresses to the way she acts. "Can't you take this seriously?"
Rolling her eyes, Reika placed her tea cup on the table. "I am taking this seriously." She stared at her tea for a long time, chewing on bottom lip, which was painted a dark red. "Have you told anyone yet?"
"Only one person."
"I see."
"Have you?"
Reika shook her head. "No. Like I said on the phone yesterday, I only found out a few weeks prior." There was another silent pause in which Tokiya and Reika both stared at Reika's tea cup.
Finally Tokiya reached across the table and gently touched Reika's hand. "What is it that you want to do?"
Pulling her hand away from the touch, Reika let out a bitter laugh. "Oh what happened to the 'we'?" She mocked, shaking her head slightly. "Now it's all on me."
"I'm not saying that." Tokiya defended. "I only-"
"Abortion." Reika interrupted, looking at Tokiya with a serious gaze.
Tokiya paused for a moment, repeating Reika's sudden words in his head. After repeating them enough, he gave Reika a surprised look. "What?"
Folding her hands in her lap, Reika kept firm eye contact with Tokiya. "There are three options for us: Abortion, adoption, or we keep the baby."
"And you chose abortion." Tokiya stated slowly, not sure what to think at this moment. He stared at Reika as she nodded her head and bit her lip.
"Yes."
A/N: So there you have it. Yeah I said the chapter would be longer, but I didn't want to put so much in at one time. Then again I might not have put enough. Oh well I'll just try again the next chapter.
Well anyways, that's all for today so until next time^^. R&R
