Disclaimer: I don't own La Corda D'Oro.
This is sort of a birthday special. It has parts. And guess who the birthday girl is. ME!! Well, review! Don't forget my birthday on May 22!!
Summary: What else am I supposed to do? Jump forward and wrap my arms around him and say 'Hey Hubby, take me to bed…NOW…'?
Why Oh Why? (Part 1)
A few lights oozed through the window of the moving cab and illuminated me out of the darkness of the back seat. I heard a few beeps from the front, indicating that I should be counting my bills now.
I saw a beam of red in the corner and the cab abruptly stopped, its wheels squeaking against the rough road. I involuntarily leaned forward and clutched on the seat in front of me, preventing myself from smashing my face onto the carpeted ground.
And I was going to pay possibly a hundred dollars for a bumpy ride!? This is…ridiculous!
At the thought of my fingers pulling out a crisp red bill from my brown, leather purse, I sighed, thinking how many key chains I could have bought my friends with it.
The driver leaned back with a soft sigh, his hands still intact with the wheel, his calloused fingers drumming on it. He looked irritated, in my view, since we've been in and out of traffic jams for the passed forty minutes.
I, myself, am also annoyed but not by the long wait. It's because of the loud drumming of his fingers that made my head hurt. And I could swear he's been throwing daggers at me with his eyes from the mirror.
But I had to keep my cool or I'll be thrown out of this car and will be left alone in the highway.
Bored, I peered out of the glass and stared at the Chinese people walking along the sidewalk briskly, the crowd seemingly forming one big animal due to the fact that they were squeezed together into one bundle.
That's quite right and it looks like you're a winner. I'm not in Japan. I'm in Hong Kong. Sorry, I could only give this little tale about my travel as the prize and consolation. Call me a tightwad; I'm still me.
My friends are probably wondering what I'm doing in Hong Kong.
Truth be told, I'm curious as well.
Hmm, let's see, I'm twenty three years old and I'm a music teacher at an elementary school. Oh, and I also teach about our culture. Of course, I love the children but it gets pretty stressful which is why I've taken the liberty of taking two weeks off here in Hong Kong…alone.
I knew I should've brought someone along…even if it's just Lili. But he wouldn't be much help. It stinks to be a teacher. You never have the time to spend with friends!
I can even count the number of friends I've talked to this week on my fingers!
At least I still have music. Yeah, it's funny how a clumsy girl like me kept up with the violin and even made it through college.
The pay is good and the children are nice. I can say that my life's going pretty well.
But I can't help but feel…the growing abyss within me.
It's probably because of…Len Tsukimori. Yes, Len Tsukimori is that said abyss. Oh let's see why. Oh yeah, it's as clear as day now; I never got the chance to tell him that I went gaga over him before we left high school.
I never told him 'Hey Len, I've fallen madly in love with you. Would you, Len Tsukimori my one and only love, please do me a favor and ask me out…please…' Yes, that sounded a bit stupid. Or really, really stupid but I wanted to tell him that.
I never said a single word about me daydreaming about us getting married at a beautiful church. I always pictured myself clad in a white wedding dress and him wearing a handsome tuxedo. And until now I still do that.
I'm a loon, I tell you.
The last time I saw him was three years ago, the year we had a little gathering. Len became this famous musician and I've heard he's in Europe on a tour.
Fuyuumi got into the music business and became stinking rich as well as famous for her merchandise and talent. And Shimizu…well he's with Yunoki-senpai, Tsuchiura and Hihara-senpai on a grand tour in Australia. It was quite funny how they became close.
It looks like I'm the only one who stayed on Earth, away from the heavenly beings that played beautifully with their instruments at Nirvana City.
Until now…I can't forget high school and the day we parted.
I can't seem to stop thinking about how Len left. Yeah, he smiled at me for the first time ever. If only I took a picture of it, I'd drool at it everyday.
Sadly, since then I've always been thinking about that guy and my love life spiraled down into a pit of hopelessness. Yup, I never got a boyfriend.
And I blame every bit of mischief and sorrow I have now on Len Tsukimori, the love of my life.
I should break this train of thoughts now and look at my cab fair. Ah…it's ninety dollars already. Damn this currency and this slow motion.
I can't wait to get back to the hotel and take a hot bath. I've been shopping nonstop and I've had five bandages on my right foot already and six on my left.
The pain, the dreaded pain!
The minute that seemed to be an eternity ended and the driver took note on my annoyed face and stepped on it, to my content. But my back digging its grave on the seat due to the intense speed was a big 'Hell NO'.
Is this guy insane or something? I'm a tourist for crying out loud—a tourist!! Give me a break because that's what I'm here for, a break!!
Finally - and when I say finally, I mean F-I-N-A-L-L-Y down to the letter – this crazy dude stopped in front of the hotel I've longed to see. But he did it the rough way and made me lung forward and bump my head on the seat in front of me.
And I do not like it when I bump my head.
I bit my lower lip and grabbed my purse, taking out a crumpled up bill and placed on his hand. "Thank you…" I barked and roughly flung the door open and stuck my foot out.
And there I thought the string of colorful curses was over but no, I just had to fall my way out due to fatigue!!
I heard the cackling of the culprit behind my high temper and shot him a defiant stare which immediately silenced him.
This is a warning: do not make a Japanese girl mad if you don't want to be torn apart limb from limb. I have a lipstick and I'm not afraid to use it!
But what can I possibly do with make up? Ah…things only God knows.
I grabbed my bags and whipped my head away from that cursed cab and began to trot toward the entrance. Fortunately, I've saved enough cash to stay at this fancy hotel and shop till I drop. Hallelujah!
The bellboy took the heavy burden off my back and grabbed the six, humungous bags from me. I gave him a weary nod and tiredly hobbled my way to the lift.
I placed my aching body against the marble wall and breathed in a steady rhythm for the first time in the passed five hours. Thank God, I survived.
Yes, I wasn't oblivious to the fact that dozens of pairs of eyes were practically glued on me because of my…wrecked state. I could tell that what they're thinking about wasn't really the type that you'd smile at.
'Is she drunk?'
'Why would this hotel let a beggar in?'
'Was she raped or did she have sex?'
That last comment really hit the spot but I was too tired to even lift my forefinger. Fortunately for the poor soul who said that, I let it slide and minded my own business. But tomorrow isn't going to be his lucky day. He should expect a huge pile of knuckle sandwiches for breakfast tomorrow and guess who's feeding him. ME.
Ding—aching feet…
Ding—stiff shoulders…
Ding—empty stomach…
Ding—great, the lift's here.
I recollected the remaining pieces of myself and flipped a few wisps of my hair. Darn, why do the doors have to take a long time to open? What is this—a play? Or does it want to keep the suspense flowing or rather keep my blood rising?
Ding—I sighed as a saw the doors slowly part and a sighed – scratch that – gasped when I saw the spectacle it hid. God, my blood definitely rose.
A saw a splash of cerulean and a well built trunk, standing on long legs. I eyed the creature from head to toe and recognized a pair of cold irises. Darn, it's him.
He looked at me and smirked. He smirked, people. And even though he was being somewhat cocky while doing that, he's still hot…and cool. Talk about mini wars.
I was taken back by his presence and the fact that he's now taking a couple of strides forward. What else am I supposed to do? Jump forward and wrap my arms around him and say 'Hey Hubby, take me to bed…NOW…'?
Well, I would like that if I was allowed to do so. Too bad, I'm not his 'wife' nor am I his girlfriend. And so, I drew out the only thing that I could think of. "H-hey…T-T-Tsukimori-…kun…?" That definitely sounded weird…and it didn't even sound like a statement!
"Hey, Hino-san; I never imagined seeing you in this…state."
Oh God, his voice makes me melt like chocolate on a hot day! Damn his ability to make me want to pee!!
—End
OK, that's part 1 of my b-day special! I hope you liked it! And the rating…might go up. It depends on my conscience. Review please!! It can be your birthday gift! Thanks!