(A/N: Hey peeps, I'm back with another chapter to my latest fanfic project. Thank you to all who have been waiting so patiently for me to get off my lazy butt and write this letter. I apologize for the REALLY late update owing to the fact that since school started I have been really busy and once I got home from school had absolutely no desire to write. So, really sorry. However, I would like to take this opportunity to thank those who have been encouraging. It really means a lot, now on with the chap!)

Game Plan
Chapter Four: Commencing Operation Alpha

Misao inwardly grumbled as she finally neared the entrance of Momoland, where she was supposed to meet Soujirou a good 15 minutes ago. Apparently, she had misread the sign on the bus and had taken bus number 23 she should have taken 28. As a result, the bus had at first seemed to be heading for the right direction, but instead of turning right at the avenue that led to the amusement park, had just drove straight on. By the time she had realised the situation, she was rather far away from her destination and since there was no other buses leading back, she had to walk back to the amusement park by herself.

Huffing and puffing and blowing on her bangs as they fell onto her face for the umpteenth time that day, she reached the designated area, hot, irate and sweaty. Not something one would look forward to especially when trying to make a good impression on a first date and even though the guy didn't know it was a date one still had to look her best right?

Thoroughly angry and red in the face, Misao stormed right up to the ticket booth where she and Soujirou had arranged to meet, to find him missing! Great! She was late for 15 minutes and the guy decides to bail on her! Now looking hard for something to vent her anger on, she almost strangled the owner of the hand that had suddenly rested on her shoulder. She whipped around happy at last to find something to vent her frustration on when she found herself looking into the face of a smiling Soujirou.

"Ohayo Makimachi-san, sorry if you thought I had left…" Soujirou's greeting was left hanging as the youth noticed Misao's hands lingering very closely around his neck.

Shocked for words, Misao quickly retracted her hands and gave Soujirou what she thought to be an innocent smile, "Oh, please don't feel bad. I'm the one who should be sorry; I was late for 15 minutes. I am so sorry!" Having said her apology, she hurriedly gave him a bow to show him the sincerity of her apology. Misao inwardly bit her cheek as she waited for Soujirou to say something along the lines of, "I'm going home."

So she was taken very much by surprise when Soujirou had just given her another cheery smile and dragged her into the queue to buy entrance tickets. Misao heaved a sigh of relief as the two strolled into the amusement park. She looked at the map of the park in question and stared at all the rides, trying to remember the plan she had formulated at home, the plan that would make all other first dates pale in comparison. She looked up, they were almost at the first of the rides she had planned, the Haunted Castle. She was about to walk up to it when she felt someone tugging at her sleeve. She turned to find Soujirou pointing towards a large roller coaster ride in the distance. She felt her stomach drop to her feet. She wasn't about to admit it, but she always had a fear for heights and there was something uneasy about one hurtling at 100 miles per hour at an approximate 25 feet from the ground. She forced the urge to run away as her stomach did a another 100 feet dive to burrow itself underground as she watched the roller coaster expertly perform a double loop the loop.

However, before she could protest against it, Soujirou had excitedly joined the large crowd waiting in line and so she had no choice but to follow. It would make a terrible impression if she backed out of it, heaven knew how bad an impression she had already made in school. Swallowing her fear back down and ignoring the tight knot she felt at the pit of her stomach, she forced herself to join Soujirou.

Misao felt her whole world spinning before her, her ears felt ready to explode from the screams that erupted from the little girls behind her and her throat felt sore from screaming so much. Longing for a place to rest, Misao gestured towards a tiny restaurant in front of them and leaning against Soujirou, who noticed that she was still very off-balanced even after the ride, the two slowly made their way. After being helped by Soujirou to her seat, Misao restrained the urge to give a little moan of delight as she sank down into the comfy chair, her legs glad for the break. Hungry, she ordered a sandwich and happily munched on it as Soujirou did the same. However, things aren't always as smooth as we want them to be. For Misao, after they had finished their drink, Soujirou had pointed out another ride he wanted to sit on- and Misao already feeling the bile rise in her throat- had no choice but to follow…

Misao placed her hand over her mouth as she tried her best to keep the contents of her food in. Soujirou as it seemed, was so excited had brought her to every single ride that involved one traveling at 125 miles per second. She stood still for a while waiting for the feeling of nausea to subside before she walked back to the bench where Soujirou sat waiting for her. She was about to confess to Soujirou that she couldn't take anymore dangerous rides when two little boys around the age of ten and eleven respectively knocked into her and the contents of whatever they were holding came spilling out, strawberry ice-cream and orange-flavoured soda.

Misao really had to hand it to herself, for not yelling and kicking the boys on the heads for dumping their food all over her. What was she, a garbage bin? She bit back a snarl and a threat full of promise about their deaths when she realised the gentle pressure of Soujirou's hand on her arm.

"It's ok Makimachi-san, you can go buy a new shirt from the Souvenir store. It's no big deal." Soujirou suggested, looking at the big pink blob on her long-sleeved t-shirt. At Soujirou's words, Misao was ready to pound him into little tiny pieces, how could it not be a big deal, after all this was her favourite long-sleeved tee.

Misao slumped unhappily over the table, her face buried in her hands as she sat at the very same restaurant they had lunch in. She was sure Soujirou was thoroughly disgusted with her. She had totally smashed, diced, chopped, pound whatever little chance she had of making a good impression on Soujirou. She could feel the little droplets of tears forming in her eyes as she waiting for Soujirou to rejoin her at their table. She was ready to give up, throw in the towel. All was lost. She was about to give in to the temptation of letting go and having a good cry when she thought she heard footsteps from nearby. She hastily brushed away a few errant tears that had escaped and looked up to find Soujirou back again.

She looked down at her shirt, the soda had very unfortunately been spilled all over her front, the chest area included and the ice-cream had landed smack dab in the middle of her shirt. To say it was extremely embarrassing and uncomfortable were putting things to lightly. The soda had seeped through the material of the shirt and the ice-cream had started to melt, leaving sticky pink strawberry trails on her shirt. Soujirou who had witnessed everything had wordlessly pulled her back to the restaurant and after making sure she was alright, had disappeared for a few minutes which she was sure he had spent in the bathroom practicing lines on how to tell her he didn't want to have anything to do with her ever again.

She looked up from the glass of ice water a waitress had placed in front of her while Soujirou was gone into Soujirou's face where he promptly handed her a large white shopping bag.

"Huh?" Was all Misao managed to choke out when the bag was trust into her hands. Soujirou had not said anything but had smiled and pointed her towards the direction of the toilets. Misao stared at him for a few seconds longer, trying to comprehend his actions before muttering a quick 'thanks' and rushed off with the speed of a missile to the ladies.

Misao frowned at herself in the mirror and gave another frown at the large Mickey Mouse head that adorned the front of her new shirt. The shirt Soujirou had bought for her was at least three times bigger than her and the sleeves draped past her elbows. The shirt didn't rest properly on her shoulders and it looked more like she was wearing something off-shoulder than a shirt. Deciding that there was nothing she could do about her clothes shoulder-wise, she folded the sleeves and tucked the shirt into her skirt so that it didn't look so sloppy. She then folded her now damp but no longer as dirty long-sleeved shirt into the bag and walked back out to join Soujirou.

She plopped the shopping back down and reached for her glass of iced water, savouring the coolness of it as it trickled down her throat. Feeling a lot better and refreshed, she looked back up at Soujirou wanting to thank him again. Before she could say a word, Soujirou had interrupted her.

"Aaah, Makimachi-san. So sorry, but I was in a hurry as I knew you were very uncomfortable so I had just picked the first shirt I could find. I didn't really checked the size. I'm so sorry!"

Misao looked at the guy in front of her and fought hard to resist the temptation of laughing out loud. She had never met a person or a guy for that matter who would be so sweet as to buy her a totally new shirt for her when she had dirtied it.

"I really appreciate this gesture of yours, even though the shirt was too big. It's the thought that counts." Misao said, smiling at Soujirou.

"It looked like you had no more money, otherwise I am sure you would have bought a shirt yourself right?" Soujirou asked then getting no reply had continued, "I also guessed that since you don't have money to buy yourself a new shirt under the circumstances, you wouldn't have money to take a bus right?"

Misao gaped at Soujirou. He had guessed everything correctly! What was he, Sherlock Holmes? She was still rather lost in her thoughts she saw something waving in front of her, which turned out to be Soujirou's hand.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Misao just took his proffered hand as they walked out of the amusement park. 15 minutes later and she was back at home. After a good long shower, Misao pondered over the days' events. She remembered the shock written all over her face when Soujirou had led her to the chauffeur-driven, sleek black BMW. She banged her head against her desk as she remembered that prior to the wonderful drive home, she had screwed up whatever chances she had of getting Soujirou to profess his ardent love for her. Just as she was contemplating suicide, her eyes suddenly snapped wide open.

She may not have had the best first date, but she certainly had the most memorable one! No one who had went on such a date could ever say that they would forget it, so maybe she hadn't screwed up her chances as bad as she did thought she had! Renewed by this train of thought, she quickly got out her foolscap pad and began jotting down new plans for the next date. Makimachi Misao was back in the game!

(A/N: Ha, ok hoped that you all enjoyed that. I think Sou was a bit OOC though, what do you guys think? Anyways, thanks once again for the support.

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