Sorry about being late. I fell asleep early. And daylight savings day just screwed me up. So, here's the 2nd of 8. I hope you like it! R&R!
The Takari Drabbles: Remember?
Remember our first night out in the town? Our first date?
I remembered the weatherman said it would be a warm, balmy night. Boy, was he wrong. It was the downpour from hell… That's what it was.
I remembered that Yamato wouldn't let me borrow his car. We had to take the bus.
Thanks, Yama.
So, I picked you up from your house, drenched in acid rain. Good thing it was raining. You couldn't tell I was sweating bullets. I was so nervous.
And you were so… beautiful. Pink… right? A pink skirt? Oh, no! A pink top. I remember.
You brought the umbrella. We ran in the rain, remember? And then, I saw a car hurling through the intersection. I knew it had the intention of soaking us. Remember, I pushed you away, and took the brunt of it? The splash? Now, I was soaked in motor oil and paraphernalia common to city litter. You laughed your ass off, and I smiled.
The movie wasn't that great. It wasn't worth the $25.50, including the uncarbonated small soda, or the popcorn that, we swear, had a hair in it. I forgot what the whole movie was about…
You weren't watching it? Nervous? Me too. I didn't know when to make my move. Now I feel like the jerk.
I remember the long line that stretched around the block to see the movie. I loved it when you and me were talking about how the whole ending in detail, while those people booed and jeered at us. I swear, at least some were clapping in approval. At us.
You were hungry. I had that covered. I reserved a horse-drawn carriage to take us from the theatre to the restaurant that I picked. It was your favorite place. You know, the one with clothed napkins, and the string quartet. Dark corners only being illuminated by the faint glare of candlelight? Yah, that was the place.
The guy that I rented the carriage called me. His faithful steed passed that night. I guess fate wasn't in our favor. We had to take the bus. And of course, there wasn't a direct route there. We made how many transfers? 4? I thought it was at least 6… It didn't matter one bit. I only remember that it was on the bus where it happened. You were cold. I had a warm hand. We both had one hand struggling to hold on for dear life, while the bus made its frequent, perilous stops. So, I took my free hand to yours. That moment would have been perfect, if I didn't fall back on the dirty floor. There was a condom wrapper… inside the bus… used!
Oh… that moment was perfect? Very funny…
Anyways, after traveling the city's efficient lines, we made it to some unfamiliar place. It was late, and your stomach was growling. There were no more buses that night. We couldn't go to the restaurant. If we trekked there, we would have made it there by morning, at the least. Lucky for us, we were in the middle of the square, surrounded in these tall skyscrapers. Reminiscent of Liliput and the urban jungle.
You wanted Italian? Ooh! Pasta Primavera? No?
How 'bout French? A nice crepe… would be nice… No?
How 'bout something exotic? Some Vietnamese, or Eritrean, or Thai? What about Filipino, or Greek, or Indian? No?
I was frustrated. How could you be so difficult? I was at the point of walking up to random people and punching them, just for relief. And then, you were there… giggling. In the middle of the square.
What are you doing? Why would you be laughing at this moment? What's so freakin' funny?
And you said… I still can't believe it. You asked me out. On a date. I would have never thought…
And I kissed you. Remember. In the middle of the square, drenched in rain? I kissed you.
It was our first kiss of that evening. And it wouldn't be the last.
I love you, Hikari… I said. Nothing went the way it was supposed to go. But in the end, i got you.
Tell it again? I just told you about our first date…
You like hearing the story? Me too.
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