Tokyo Story I
-Baby Doll-
Today starts our Tokyo trip. Masayuki's going with me. Truth is, it's pretty embarrassing. He's not doing anything wrong. I just don't really want to be seen with him. However, he has his uses. He did come from Tokyo, after all. I turned to him on the bus.
"Wow," he mouthed. I glanced over at him.
"What are you so excited about?" I asked. Masayuki looked at me with a glow in his eyes.
"It's been months since I've been back in Tokyo," he told me. My face didn't change at his answer.
"Is that right?" I asked. He nodded at me.
"Yeah," that idiot said.
"Uh-huh," I said, "Look, once we get off the bus, don't talk to me."
"Huh?" he asked.
"You heard me," I told me, "If you try to get familiar, I will kick your ass when we get home. Got me?" Masayuki quickly put up his hands at me.
"Okay, okay!" he said, "I get it. Calm down." I sat back in my seat.
"I am calm," I said.
"You don't sound like it with the way you keep threatening me," he muttered under his breath. My eyes glanced over at him.
"I'm sorry?" I asked. Masayuki closed his window and turned his attention back to the moving scenery outside. I buried my head in my hands. I can't wait to get this over with so I don't have to see this idiot ever again. Lord, help me live through this a little bit longer.
The bus in Honshu pulled up to the stop in Tokyo. I leaned in close to Masayuki's ear.
"Remember what I said when we got off," I whispered.
"Yes," he said, "Don't talk to you. Don't look at you. Don't walk too close to you."
"Very good," I said. I rose to my feet. "I'll be going first. You can follow after me," I told him.
"Sure, sure," he said. I glanced over my shoulder when I though I heard him mumble something else.
"Problem?" I asked aloud. He shook his head silent. I gave him a sharp little smirk.
"I thought so," I said. We headed off the bus and began our investigation into my murder for the day.