Sigh...I originally planned to update this story this coming Friday but unfortunately, a friend of mine told me to post the next chapter already and that there was no point in waiting to post a chapter that I had already finished making... (ahem, ahem... a certain purple loving bitch named, adz...:D PEACE!) So, here it is...
I ABSOLUTELY love this chapter!!! I was like 'I am so good! I can't believe I came up with this! I am so-' ahem.... Putting my narcissism aside.......
Here's chapter 2!!!
Megumi tried her best to maintain her balance as she entered the white limousine after two angry hands had shoved her carelessly inside.
Megumi took a seat at the other end of the limousine and concentrated her gaze on whatever object she could find outside the limo's window. Eye contact with an angry Saiga was the last thing she wanted right now – even though what she really desired was to gaze deep into the young man's eyes all night long.
Realizing that the limo was still immobile, Megumi glanced to her right with the corner of her eyes to check on her date, only to find out that the Saiga heir had not entered the limo yet. Instead, he was still standing outside conversing with his chauffeur.
Megumi strained her ears, moved closer to the other end of the limo and even bent towards the direction of the two talking men to find out what they were discussing about. All of a sudden, Yahiro turned to look at her and immediately saw what she was up to.
Megumi tried to look inconspicuous but to no avail. She let out a soft yelp when she saw Yahiro glare at her and give her a look that said 'mind your own business'.
In surprise and fear, Megumi immediately scooted back to her original place and contented herself with watching the cars and people pass by.
Megumi sighed silently as she placed her left elbow on the arm rest of the limousine door and cupped her chin with her hand. She really did want to know what they were talking about but since Yahiro caught her almost immediately, she wasn't able to hear a word. But one thing was for sure – Yahiro was serious. Whatever the matter was, it must have been something important and secret – something she should not involve herself in.
Megumi sighed once more. Yahiro sure could be scary when he wanted to. That was definitely the last time she'd try and eavesdrop on any of his private conversations.
Megumi felt a slight shift on the leather seat. Yahiro had finally entered the limousine.
Megumi nervously swallowed the growing lump in her throat as she tried her best to ignore his intimidating presence. However, it got even harder for Megumi to ignore him because he began to talk.
"The show starts at eight, we've still got approximately 45 minutes to get there. That's more than enough… We won't be late." Yahiro ensured.
Megumi turned her head to glance at the Saiga heir. But the moment she did, she regretted it immediately for she could no longer look away. She knew it was a mistake to even look at him in the first place.
There he was, Saiga Yahiro, the man who had stolen her heart, smiling ever so sincerely at her. It was the same smile he had given her when they arrived about an hour late on one of her mother's concerts.
Megumi could only blush yet again.
It took practically every ounce of her self control to tear her eyes off the Saiga heir and look down on her lap where her hands fumbled nervously with her white leather purse.
Just like that, she was caught up in his actions again. Just like that, he could make her feel a sudden rush of emotions that gave her temporary ecstasy. And just like that, he made her feel helpless – helpless because of the fact that no matter what she did, she always ended up being hopelessly in love with him.
People who were about to enter the opera house had stopped for a while to gawk at the luxurious white limousine that just pulled up before their very eyes.
A well groomed man wearing a black tuxedo stepped out from the right, front door. He hastily walked towards the other door located at the bottom right of the white limousine.
The man opened the door to reveal a small, beautiful young woman and an impressive looking young man.
The people had practically formed a circle around them as if the two of them were popular movies stars heading in the theater for the premier of their new movie.
Megumi glanced nervously around her surroundings trying her best to ignore the scrutinizing glances of the people when all of a sudden; she heard whispers from the crowd. They were talking about Yahiro.
"It's Saiga-san…"
"Saiga?!"
"You mean the family who owns the largest business corporation in Japan?!"
"And is also one of the largest in the world!"
"There's no mistaking it!"
"As expected of a Saiga…"
Megumi glanced at her left, anxiously turning her attention to Yahiro who was slowly getting pissed at the growing number of people around them and the attention they were giving them both. It was only then that Megumi noticed how Yahiro looked.
He was wearing a white tuxedo whose vest hid a black, long sleeve, formal shirt. Looking on, Megumi could see that the white tuxedo was furnished with a few pieces of gold cloth, satin she guessed, that matched his golden tie. He was wearing a pair of shiny black shoes and on his wrist was an expensive looking gold watch which had diamonds for its numbers.
Noticing that Megumi had been 'checking him out' in front of the crowd of curious people, Yahiro smirked. Maybe it was time for his revenge.
"Like what you see?"
Megumi's face was now as red as a tomato. She snapped her head up to glare at the brat. But she immediately froze the moment she did. BAD MOVE.
Yahiro was bending slightly towards her so that his lips were just a few inches away from Megumi's. He had the trademark Saiga smirk on his lips and his eyes were teasing her.
"Hm? Me-gu-mi-chan…?" Yahiro continued as he slowly advanced further towards Megumi.
Megumi was still frozen on the spot. Their proximity paralyzed her.
The moment Yahiro had mentioned her name; the crowd began to whisper once more.
"I know her! She's the daughter of Yamamoto Rin!"
"Yamamoto Rin? The international singer?!"
"No way! A Saiga and a Yamamoto?"
The crowd grew even noisier.
This was going to be a big scoop indeed.
It wouldn't be that much of a surprise anymore if it would be all over the news and tabloids the next day.
The people began to take pictures and videos of the little controversial scene unfolding before them. After all, it wasn't everyday that they saw the children of two well known families openly flirting at a public place.
Yahiro advanced even further towards Megumi's lips.
"He's going to kiss me!" Megumi's mind shouted as she shut her eyes and braised for the contact.
She knew her face was as red as a tomato by now. When she remembered that they were in the middle of a crowd who seemed to be enjoying the show they were putting on, her face got even redder, if that was even possible.
Megumi stiffened as she prepared herself for the contact.
She waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And-.
What the hell was taking him so long to kiss her?!
Megumi then snapped her eyes open only to see the resident bad boy stifling a laugh.
Megumi's cheeks turned red once more but this time due to anger and humiliation.
Megumi was about to punch the brat square in the face when a flash distracted her. She glanced towards the crowd in curiosity only to see dozens of cameras and video cameras raised to get a shot of their little performance.
Megumi face color turned into a million shades of red. She had no idea what to do. Her mind became blank.
Suddenly, Megumi felt a hand grasp her left hand.
She glanced towards the owner of the hand and gave him a glare.
Yahiro smirked at her reaction and Megumi fumed even more as she tried to pull her hand out of the Saiga heir's grasp. However, Yahiro would not let her go. Instead, he slowly bent towards her again.
Megumi's eyes grew big as Yahiro advanced for her lips once more.
"What the hell is he planning?!"
The noise surrounding the two of them died down for the people in the crowd were dying in anticipation. It was as if they were watching a movie that was just about to reach the climax.
Megumi had no idea what to do. She was about to scream her head off and knock every single one of those morons out including the biggest idiot alive on the planet who was currently holding her hand firmly. However, she reconsidered her plan when she saw his head changed its course.
Instead of her lips, his mouth was now positioned just a few centimeters away from her left ear. Megumi's face turned red when he began to whisper. But the color of her face wasn't only caused by the feel of his breath against her ear but also by the words that his mouth had uttered.
"What? Think I'm gonna kiss you?"
Megumi fumed. Yahiro laughed in her ear.
That was the second time he had tricked her into believing he was going to kiss her! He made her look like a complete idiot… Again! Now what were the people going to think and say about her?!
Megumi gave Yahiro a death glare. That was the last draw.
"Good night Saiga Yahiro!" Megumi thought vengefully as she opened her mouth.
But before Megumi could go through with her plan, the words that escaped from Yahiro's mouth made her stop.
Yahiro slowly pulled away from Megumi's ear to face the crowd but he still held her hand firmly.
"Don't worry about the people and what they've managed to see and get on tape…"
He was saying those words to Megumi but he also made sure that he said those words loud enough for all to hear.
Yahiro glanced at Megumi once more. He gave her a reassuring smile as he spoke even louder.
"I'll properly threaten them till I have them shaking in their boxers." He followed this with an evil glare directed at every single person present before them at that time.
Megumi couldn't help but laugh at Yahiro's choice of words.
In three seconds, they were left alone. Not a single soul could be seen lurking around them within a 20 meter radius aside from Yahiro's chauffer and driver.
Yahiro snapped his finger at his chauffer. The man immediately bowed as he took out a small computer out of his chest pocket and began typing a few things.
Before Megumi could give him an inquiring look, he immediately justified his actions.
"I have to make sure those pictures and videos don't get publicized, right?"
Megumi simply smiled and nodded in understanding. She was lucky that Yahiro was there to fix things or else she would not be able to get out of her house for weeks without paparazzi and news people chasing after her.
But, wait a minute? Why was she thankful to Yahiro when in fact he had caused the problem in the beginning?
Megumi was set on getting mad at Yahiro but the moment she saw the smile on his face, her anger immediately washed away. How pathetic she was indeed.
Maybe she could allow this one to pass.
Megumi smiled. Now was the beginning of their real date. Nothing could ruin it any further. They were finally alone and they'd be spending the remaining hours of the night together and hopefully, something good would turn out of it.
Megumi's romantic thoughts were smashed into pieces when she heard what Yahiro said next. To say that it embarrassed Megumi to death was an understatement.
"Ah… And that way, not a single soul will ever find out about how much you so desperately wanted me to kiss you!"
Yahiro said those words happily as an ever so fake yet teasing smile was etched on his handsome face.
Megumi glared at him with all she had. Yahiro simply continued to give her his plastic smile.
Megumi turned her back to him as she raised a shaking fist in the air. Why did she like a brat like him again?!
Megumi began to think of countless ways on how to murder the Saiga bastard. How dare he!? How dare he make fun of her?! How dare-
Megumi's thoughts were cut when she felt a soft peck on her left cheek.
She immediately turned around to see Yahiro move away from her with a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. He looked away and hastily turned his back to her to hide his growing blush.
"S-Since you're so desperate, I might as well just give you one!" Yahiro explained.
Yup! That was it! He felt sorry that he tricked her and embarrassed her in front of a huge crowd. That's why he felt the need to kiss her. Yup! That made perfect sense! After all, she desperately wanted one right? So he did her a favor by kissing her! Right! That was absolutely it!
Yahiro's ragging thoughts were cut of when he felt a slight tug on his right sleeve.
He made sure he had a poker face on before turning towards Megumi.
"What is it?"
Megumi was looking down but her face was as red as a tomato once more. Her lips fashioned a smile that she fought hard to conceal.
Yahiro smirked.
"What? Did my kiss make you that happy?" He teased.
Megumi glared at him, her face red yet again. She huffed angrily and pointed towards the doors of the Opera House. She was telling him that it was time to go in.
Yahiro checked his watch. 7:46 pm. Shit. He couldn't believe he allowed that much time to pass by. He still had an important thing to do damn it!
Megumi began to walk towards the doors when a hand on her wrist stopped her.
"I have some business to attend to. I'm sorry but it's an emergency." Yahiro began as he let go of her wrist. He watched as Megumi's face fell.
"It must have been the talk he had with his chauffer." Megumi thought. She couldn't help but feel sad and dejected. Her chest seemed to get tighter around her lungs as each second passed. However, she tried her best to manage a smile.
"I'll be back." Yahiro assured.
She mouthed an OK and pretended to happily head into the Opera House even though tears were threatening to fall from her eyes.
Yahiro looked at Megumi's retreating back and headed back into the limo.
"Shall we head there now sir?" The chauffer asked.
Yahiro nodded. "Make it quick. I need to get back in…" Yahiro paused as he checked his watch. "Nine minutes at most." He ordered.
The chauffer looked shocked. He knew nine minutes wouldn't be enough but he nodded nonetheless.
Megumi was sitting alone in the VIP section of the opera. It was located high up and it looked like a small balcony that housed four, huge, well-cushioned seats – two on the right side, and another two on the other.
Megumi checked the time on her watch. 7:54 pm. She began to get worried.
Where was Yahiro? Could he make it back in time for the show? Or was that 'emergency' of his so important that he would no longer be able to make it back to the Opera house?
Megumi shuddered at the thought of being left alone to watch the show all by herself. She had been looking forward to this date since the day her father had given her tickets to this Opera Show. Everything was finally set! So why wasn't everything going according to plan?
Megumi's eyes watered with tears. What if Yahiro wouldn't come?
She shook her head. No. If he couldn't come, then he would at least call. After all, he did tell her that he would come back, right? Right?
Realizing that sitting around that lonely area intensified her fears even more; Megumi immediately stood up and headed out of the Opera House. She couldn't take it anymore.
"I said nine minutes! NINE!" Yahiro shouted at his chauffer and driver as he waved the paper bag he held firmly around in thin air. They were stuck in traffic and it was already 7:54 pm.
"Shit!" Yahiro's mind cursed out loud.
"I'm sorry sir. But there seems have been an accident-" His chauffer began to explain but Yahiro rudely cut him off.
"I don't care about a stupid accident!"
Yahiro massaged his temples. How much more troublesome was this night going to be for him?!
He glanced at his watch once more. 7:55 pm.
Damn it! Wasn't it just 7:54 a second ago?!
As he sat, shifting uncomfortably from one position to another, an image of Megumi sitting all alone on the balcony of the Opera House crying her heart out flashed in his mind. He gritted his teeth in irritation as he gripped the paper bag tighter.
"I'm getting out!" He yelled as he opened the door and ran towards the direction of the Opera House, the paper bag grasped firmly by his right hand.
He could hear his driver and chauffeur call out his name but none of those mattered to him anymore. He was running like a maniac in the middle of a jam-packed highway. The Opera House was still a good kilometer away and he had to make it back before the clock struck eight.
Yahiro scoffed at his choice of words. What the hell was he? Cinderella?!
People began yelling and cursing at him for cutting their vehicles off at the last minute.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
"Hey idiot! Get out of the road!"
"Have you gone mad, boy?!"
But Yahiro couldn't care less about those low lives. The moment his date with Megumi ended would be the moment he would hunt down those morons who dared to insult him and crush them like the little bugs that they were. That'll teach them never to mess with a Saiga!
But right now, he didn't have time to think of ways to make them suffer. He had to get to Megumi and fast!
He glanced at the paper bag he held firmly with his right hand. It was all because of that loathsome thing. Oh how he wanted to smash it onto the concrete floor and jump on it over and over again until all that was left of it were particles so minute that they could only be seen through a microscope.
But no. He couldn't do that. Because if he did, he'd have to go through the whole entire process of getting his hands on that dreadful thing all over again!
Yahiro ran faster and faster ignoring the pain in his chest due to the lack of oxygen. But that was the least of his worries right now. He could just imagine how worried Megumi was becoming since he still hasn't arrived yet.
Redemption finally came when he saw numerous light bulbs up in the air that spelled "Opera House".
He was finally there.
Megumi walked back and forth in front of the Opera House's doors.
"What do I do? What do I do?"
She checked the time, it read, 7:58 pm. She panicked even more when one more minute passed. 7:59.
Megumi's eyes watered once more as she stared helplessly at the time but she refused to let her tears flow.
How she wished she could stop time even for just five minutes! Just five more minutes!
Suddenly, Megumi heard a panting sound getting louder and louder.
She snapped her head up and was shocked to see Yahiro who looked like he was run over by 20 ten-wheeler trucks. His hair was disheveled, his tie was no where to be found, his once flawlessly white tuxedo had dirty stains all over it and his once shiny black shoes looked as if they were soaked in mud.
"Yahiro!" Megumi said anxiously when she saw him fall down on one knee. What the heck was he up to?!
Megumi kneeled down beside him. To say that his breathing was labored was an understatement. He looked like he could die any moment now. After all, who wouldn't look like that after running a distance of more or less one kilometer in just about four minutes in the middle of a jam-packed highway?
Megumi tried her best to support Yahiro when he suddenly placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. He began to talk incoherently because of lack of breath.
"D-Didn't… sigh… I… sigh…"
Yahiro raised his head up. His eyes were closed and his breathing was irregular.
Megumi was about to speak when Yahiro placed his over hand over her mouth. He continued to speak after a few seconds. This time, his breathing seemed more relaxed than when Megumi first saw him.
"Didn't I… sigh… Tell you… sigh… sigh… Not to speak?"
Megumi's eyes showed surprise.
Yahiro removed his hand over Megumi's mouth and picked up the paper bag he dropped to his side.
He threw it at Megumi.
"Here!" Yahiro stated commandingly. A small blush crept up his cheeks.
In surprise, Megumi fell backwards as she caught the package in her hands. Yahiro, due to the force of his throw, was also sent backwards as well.
Both were now sitting on the red carpet floor leading to the entrance of the Opera House facing each other.
Yahiro was looking up towards the ceiling still breathing quite heavily. He had one of his eyes closed and both his hands were on the carpet floor to support him.
Megumi glanced at the package anxiously. Since asking Yahiro would only anger him further, she decided to figure it out on her own.
She placed her hand in the paper bag and slowly took out what was inside.
What was this thing that was so important that-
Megumi froze. Her eyes wide with shock.
'You can write again after erasing!'
Those were the words written on the top right corner of the case that contained a brand new eraser board.
She held it delicately with her hands as she slowly glanced up to look at Yahiro – her eyes gentle and filled with guilt. She watched as he breathed in and out heavily with his head up in the air.
This was his EMERGENCY?! Buying her a new eraser board so she wouldn't use her voice anymore?
Yahiro brought his head down to glance at Megumi. It was his turn to be shocked when he saw tears freely flowing from her eyes as she stared guiltily at him.
"W-What?!" Yahiro stuttered not understanding why she was crying. He arched his back forward and his hands were raised in mid air not knowing what to do. "Why are you crying?!"
Megumi immediately took the magic slate out and began writing as more tears escaped her eyes.
Megumi slowly raised the board up until it was just a few centimeters down her teary eyes.
'You didn't have to buy me a new one! Now look what happened to you…'
Yahiro simply looked away as he scoffed. "What? This? This is nothing…"
Megumi erased the words she wrote and replaced them with the words 'Sorry…'
Yahiro closed his eyes and faked a smirk. He wanted to give the impression that he was snobbish. As he spoke, his voice was teasing and his demeanor aloof.
"You don't have to be sorry. I was supposed to be on a business meeting you see. But the client didn't show up. On my way back, I happened to pass a store selling those. So I-"
Yahiro immediately snapped his eyes open and stiffened when he felt Megumi hug him tightly. He could smell the sweet scent of strawberries in her hair and he felt the wetness of her cheek when it brushed against his.
"You liar." Megumi whispered.
Yahiro froze.
"Always playing the bad guy…" Megumi added.
Yahiro watched as Megumi pulled away till she was kneeling in front of him.
"Just so you know, your tricks won't work on me." Megumi concluded as she gave him a genuine smile.
Megumi felt like she's never felt this happy in her life. The agonizing minutes wherein she had to wait for him to come back were instantly washed out of her memory. This time, she felt that nothing could really go wrong anymore. This time, she would make sure everything was perfect – for him and for herself as well.
Just as Megumi was about to ask Yahiro to head back to the Balcony with her, she felt an evil aura around him that made her shiver.
What did she do this time?
Yahiro began to stand slowly and dangerously.
Megumi was still left kneeling on the floor hiding behind her new magic slate.
She caught a glimpse of the Saiga heir's hands and cowered in fear. They were balled into fists and were shaking furiously.
She didn't understand. Why was Yahiro mad again?
Megumi was about to ponder more on what she did to make Yahiro angry again when she caught sight of her new eraser board. Her eyes widened due to realization. She finally knew what she had done wrong.
A murderous killing intent exploded from the Saiga heir's body.
"USE THE FREAKING BOARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Hehehe...Well, that's the end of it!
Poor Megumi. Yahiro's mad at her again. Tsk Tsk Tsk. She shouldn't have used her voice from the beginning. Now what's she in for in the next chapter????
How about their date? Is it finally going to get a whole lot better? Or Worse?
Find out next time!!!
Ja ne!