Meet me in Tokyo
Otoya wasn't what most would call passionate about his job. Though more times that not people that once knew him, long before his wife passed away, would use that very word to describe him as a person. Some would laugh and joke about how when they looked up the word spirited, it showed his picture. And honestly he still was that same person. He always would be, that's just Otoya.
But even the most lively of people fall into a pit of darkness. He remembered the first time feeling such misery. Ten long years ago when his loving wife passed. Out of fear and pure desperation to keep her memory alive, he made sure to tell his girls everything he knew about their mother. And he knew a lot, as he should have for as long as he had known her.
He made sure that they knew the very first time he ever laid his eyes on her, she chucked a pinecone at his head, hitting his directly on the forehead. She had laughed it off and went running back inside her home, across the street from his, while her mother apologized for her rudeness. He could see he peeking out from behind the door, eyeing him.
He had to inform them that she was a wonderful actress. In every school play she was always the leading lady, and sometimes the lead no matter the gender. She surpassed great in middle school and transcended beyond unimaginable upon hitting highschool. And no matter where she was, her powerful, proud, voice would carry for miles. And her singing was exquisite.
But she was only extraordinary up on stage. Their mother was shy beyond belief once her feet were off the stage. She, surprisingly, didn't have many close friends. Refusing to let people in who only wanted her for her stage work, she had quite the reputation of being an ice queen. Pure talent but an awful attitude. Not mean, just distant. Not that it bothered Otoya.
He couldn't help but to laugh when people said they weren't a good match. They were perfect for one another.
The one thing Otoya couldn't bare to tell them about was her death. It was so untimely. It ruined everything, broke his heart, and left their four year olds puzzled as to why 'mommy wasn't coming home anymore'. That day, why did it have to be such a perfect day? All of her life was like a movie, the day she died it should have been raining. The world should have grieved her lose.
But it didn't, and life went on.
Every night, before bed, he would make sure that he would pray at the alter. He wished her peace in the afterlife, and that she watch over them.
She was the one thing in life he could never forget.
But that night, as he knelt in front of her picture he felt he couldn't even look an old photograph of her in the eyes. Otoya promised himself he could never falter. No matter how hard it was she would be the only women for him. So he could never ask for such a thing.
He didn't want to, but couldn't stop himself. "Is it okay to move on?"
His red eyes closed, head bowed down, as if he expected her spirit to speak or lash out at him. Neither of which happened.
"I think it is."
He head snapped up. Through the reflection of the picture frame, he could see Haruka. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned inaudible. He quickly got to his feet with a stern look on how face.
"Haruka, you should be asleep."
"You've been loyal for so long. Never wavering."
"Haru-" He took a spent to her.
"Daddy," She looked up at him with big golden eyes. "Don't you want to be happy?"
He blinked at her. Eyes slowly drifted back to the picture of his late love. Did he want to be happy? Wasn't he already?
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Otoya couldn't help but to raise his head, ever so slightly, as the blue haired man entered the room. How long had it been since he had last seen Tokiya? A month? The last time he saw him the man was laying almost lifeless on the floor for some unknown reason.
But he watched the other bow to their boss apologetically, and he looked fine. Maybe a little stressed. But after fainting at work who wouldn't be?
Tokiya didn't say anything to him as he sat, so Otoya averted his eyes. It was odd though. Usually Tokiya would say hello or try to annoy him in some way or another.
With a small sigh, Otoya realized he would have to be the one to make the first move this time. But it was hard, he didn't know what to say. With knitted brows and a frown on his lips he turned.
"Hey Tokiya. How are you?"
"Fine." He shrugged the question off.
"Okay." Otoya sulked. It wasn't like he was worried about the guy. But if he was, that sure wouldn't have helped to ease his mind. So instead of doing the mature thing, like he would have if it had been one of his daughters, and getting over it, he got pissed off.
It wasn't until later that evening, right before time to leave, that Otoya even glanced Tokiya's way.
"Otoya want to get a drink?" Tokiya's voice barely broke through the redhead's thoughts.
"No thanks." He continued to type.
"Oh?" Maybe next time." He laughed it off.
"Maybe."
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"Dad!" Tomo whinned. "I want ice cream."
"Ice cream? It's cold out."
"It's almost spring." She kicked her feet in the air. Tomo was laying on her stomach, reading her textbook. "If you get me ice cream I know I can pass my history test."
"Bull." Haru sneered at her.
"I know I can pass it."
"Maybe once you get sick of the make up loop."
Otoya laughed at them. He remembered what it was like in school. Though, to be honest, he never had to take make up tests. He wouldn't tell them, but he was actually really good at school.
"I will pass. I just need some ice cream! Please daddy!" The older twin sprawled out, letting her legs fall to the floor, text book falling from her hands.
"Fine." He sighed.
"But I don't want to go with you to get it."
Otoya looked up from the bill he was currently reading. "Seriously?"
She gave him the brightest smile imaginable. "I have to stay here to study. So I leave it in your hands."
"Haruka..."
"Sorry I'm busy."
"Doing what?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
She smiled sweetly. "Anything but running to the store."
Otoya sighed, loosening his tie. "Fine. But you two start making dinner, I'll finish it up when I get back."
"Okay." They cheered.
After getting changed, he set off. The walk wasn't very long. Probably only five minutes from where they lived. Yet, every time one of the girls wanted something, he had to get it for them. He scowled just thinking about how much of a pushover he was for them. But he knew that he couldn't say no to them. It was just unfortunate that they knew it too.
"I need to be stricter." He nodded to himself, albeit aloud, as he entered the little corner store.
It was a quaint little place, run by two brothers. The Jinguji brothers. Which surprised the redhead that hwy bothered running a store that was barely noticeable when they were both beautiful enough to be models.
"Good evening." A lazy yawn came from the counter, seconds after the bell above the door chimed.
"Hello.." Otoya said, trying not to frown. The younger of the two, Ren, was from rumor, a heartbreaker. The strawberry blonde went to the same school as his daughters. So naturally Otoya had heard a lot about him. "How was school?"
"Fine Ittoki. What are you here for?" He rolled his eyes.
"Just some ice cream."
"Okay." Ren stood from the stool and leaned his hands against the counter. His watchful eyes looked in the back, then just lazily slumped down again.
Otoya didn't care. If the teen thought that someone was stealing from them it wasn't Otoya's job to confront the person o help Ren to stop him. Unfortunately he had to go in the same direction to get to the coolers.
Now being the nosey person that he normal wasn't, he had to look at the other customer. He had to inconspicuously find out who it while he was back there. Bit his red eyes lifted to meet blue eyes that widened in surprise at him.
"Otoya?"
"Tokiya?"
The blue haired man gave a wry smile.
Otoya sighed, not wanting to ask. "What are you doing here?"
"Getting dinner."
The redhead frowned. Convenient store food wasn't very good. "You know, you still owe me."
"For what?" Tokiya asked, his eyes browsing his limited options.
"For making me sit in on a double date alone. Come one." The red head grabbed the tub out of the cooler. "Dinner at my house tonight."
"Really?"
Otoya narrowed his eyes. "Yes, so hurry up."
Ugh, it took so long. Sorry bout that.
Thanks for the reviews Teal732000 and Shouta Mikaze.
Teal732000- DinosawK is a million times better at writing than I am. You should binge read her stories if you haven't already. But thank you ^°^
Shouta Mikaze- I was trying for that kind of feel. I'm glad someone noticed.
SK