Notes from a Muddy Writer:
Okaaaaaaay! So I tried to really fit in the original idea which is still currently chapter 5 in my book. I believe that after this 'arc', things would be more of fast-paced and then it would be the ending. A few more chapters (maybe 2-3?) left. Aaaaaaw, I hate letting go of this one for this was the fic that broke the 23-review mark I had over the first fic I had. This is also the fic that has 5900+ hits. That's just crazy awesome. Now, I know that I am not really that good and I still have lots to improve on though.
Thank you to everyone who had taken an amount of their time to read, put this on their follow/fave list, and most importantly, review. Even if you will find it pathetic, but indeed, your reviews, follows/faves make me smile and it uplifts my spirits especially when I have a particularly trying day. So thank you, thank you. I just hope that on the upcoming stories that I will publish, you guys are still there to read and review. With all that said, please enjoy this chapter!
P.S. Since I think it will be quite a read, I suggest you guys listening to some Full House OST. Links on my profile. :D
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I Think I…
(Love You… Am Falling For You)
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"There is always a soft spot in my heart for you— even when you've done wrong, even when you've let me down, even when you couldn't care less."
-Lovetrains
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'You may now read the tale.'
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Sakuno was downright fuming that morning. She had woken up to a beautiful morning only to be ruined by his so-called husband. He was being a…
"Downright jerk."
"What did you say?" Ryoma eyed her with quite a dangerous intent. He was dressed once again for his tennis practices, and he currently sat in front of the dining table, awaiting his breakfast. This was due to the insistence of his wife because if she did not order him to stay for breakfast, he was certain that he would have headed out to practice. Breakfast or no breakfast.
Sakuno took a deep breath, forced out a smile and said, "Nothing."
She faced the stove again and went on with her cooking.
"Che." She heard Ryoma muttered. A vein twitched on the side of her head.
"'Che' my butt," she whispered to herself. "If I wasn't such a good wife, I would have left you to starve. Tsk."
Unbeknownst to her, Ryoma had heard every single word of her musings. He had to smile at that. The first impressions he had for her differ greatly from actually knowing Sakuno. That was when his train of thought stopped. How much did he really know about Sakuno? Aside from the facts that she was sometimes feisty, high-spirited and shy, what else does he know?
This can't be good, Ryoma thought.
A high pitched scream interrupted the silence of that morning. Ryoma jolted from his seat and went sprawling down on the floor. "What on earth—"
"Itaaaaaaaai!"
The cry was followed with a clang.
This came from Sakuno.
"What happened?" Ryoma asked in the best casual voice he could muster as he slowly stood up and rearranged the chair. He tried not to be so annoyed. Was it really necessary to shout?
As he neared her, however, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Something was not right. "Sakuno?"
Ryoma placed a hand on her shoulder and made Sakuno face him. He was not ready for what he saw. Blood was gushing freely from a wound on her left thumb. She was clutching it tightly in hopes of compressing the blood flow. It did not help though. It was just not enough.
In an instant Ryoma panicked. "What did you do?!"
Sakuno did not answer. Her eyes were fixed closely on the wound. When she tried to see the extent of the wound, Sakuno knew it was not a great idea. The cut on her finger was not too shallow, but it was not too deep either. Whether she was to be relieved by that or not, she did not know.
"J-Just get something to stop the blood!" Her panicked tone did not help calm Ryoma's senses that were working overtime seeing that she was hurt.
"O-Okay!" He turned to leave. "Wait," he remembered something important. He faced her again. "Where's the first aid kit located?"
Sakuno sighed in exasperation. "It's on the bedroom!"
"Right!" He spun on his heels and went running for the kit.
Meanwhile, Sakuno took reprieve in setting down her injured finger under the running water. Even that did not stop the rush of her blood. It came like roaring water in a river in big torrents. Sakuno was also a bit relieved on the fact that she cannot feel the sting of the wound… yet.
"Oh! What's taking him so long?" She took a glance at the stairs which showed no Ryoma. Sakuno sighed and continued washing her finger.
After a few minutes of waiting for like forever, a panting Ryoma came in to view. On his hands were first aid supplies: an antiseptic ointment, gauze and medical tape. He placed these things on the table first and hurried on to Sakuno's side.
"Well, let me see the wound." He gently took hold of her hand and brought it in for closer inspection, but he never did have the chance. As soon as he removed the wounded finger from the running water, blood surged to cover the finger once again.
"Ah! Shoot!" He hastily returned it to the water. All the while, Sakuno winced from the pressure. However, she also noticed that this was the first and probably the last time she will ever see Ryoma this flustered. In spite of the moment, Sakuno cannot help but crack a tiny smile.
Then it happened. That magical moment everyone is talking about. Everything around them suddenly disappeared and only the two of them remained. Sakuno's senses perceived every little detail about Ryoma. The way his greenish hair sway as he move to and fro; the way his eyes narrow in concentration and how his eyebrows are brought together so closely; the way how his cute nose crinkle. She noted of it all.
"From what I've read, you apply pressure…" he quietly muttered to himself. And before Sakuno could stop it, she giggled. Ryoma gazed at her, an eyebrow raised.
"Sorry," Sakuno murmured.
He sighed. "Then do this for fifteen minutes…" He told himself.
"Eh? Fifteen minutes?" Sakuno exclaimed. "Yeah," Ryoma said, eye twitching. "It is to stop the bleeding. However, if it does not stop, we're calling the hospital."
"What! I don't think we need that. Just give it fifteen minutes and I'm sure it'll stop bleeding," Sakuno said. It also seemed that she was reassuring herself.
"Hn. Why don't we sit down as we wait for fifteen minutes?" He directed Sakuno towards the table. Not too long ago he was just sitting as he wait for his breakfast, but now, this accident happened. How did the events went down so fast?
"O-Okay." However, Sakuno was still aware of Ryoma's tight hold over her injured finger.
Duh, Sakuno. It needs to be applied with pressure, remember? She reminded herself.
But as the minutes passed, it seems that Sakuno's finger had no plan of stopping. Sakuno even thought that she was going to bleed to death. Hopefully, that was not the case. She closed her eyes momentarily to block out the pain that was at the edges. It sometimes came in sharp, most of the times a dull throb.
"Does it hurt?" His voice brought her out of her trance. She glanced down at her finger.
"Nope."
He simply nodded. "Oh," his eyes narrowed again, "I think it stopped bleeding."
"Really?" Sakuno looked at her finger for confirmation. The only thing she got was an inch long cut that had apparently stopped bleeding. She sighed in relief. "I thought I was going to bleed to death!"
Ryoma took her hand again and silently applied the antiseptic ointment. After which he wound the gauze around her finger and taped it in place. But as he was doing this, Sakuno him oddly quiet.
"R-Ryoma-kun? Are you okay?"
Sakuno's eyes widened as she had not anticipated what happened next. Ryoma hugged her. Blood rose to her face which made it hot. In their current position, Sakuno could hear the sound of his heart. Odd enough, it felt comforting to her. It was as if they had accomplished a great feat together.
"Don't scare me like that!" He scolded her, well, more of like tried to. Even if he tried to make his voice sound harsh, he cannot. And Ryoma does not know the exact reason why.
Why was he always so on edge whenever something happens to her? Why does she always bring out intense anxiety out of him? Why does he always lose his cool in front of her?
"Um… I'm sorry. It's really silly of me…" Sakuno said. Her words were muffled. And as she was hugged by this person, she felt drowning into him. His smell, his warmth, his presence… she wanted it all. Never mind that it was an arranged marriage, she wanted it to be real. But then, she realized Ryoma probably does not want to.
Yet, even just for a moment, she felt safe and at home as those strong arms encircled around her, covering her with their warmth.
Slowly realization rushes at Ryoma. What was he doing with her?
Awkwardness settled. "Uh," he said, breaking away from her. "I'll finish that breakfast you made for us." He abruptly stood up.
Sakuno tilted her head in wonder. "Oh, okay." Inside her, a tiny spring of disappointment bubbled up.
"You just stay there okay?" His eyes contracted in an unsure way.
"Okay." She conceded.
Sakuno watched Ryoma walk back to the counter. He took the knife and slowly begun to slice up the remaining vegetables. He was silent the whole time he did the cooking process. By then, a single rushing thought came to her.
"Ryoma-kun, do you know even how to cook?"
The knife clattered against the counter. Ryoma turned his head to look at Sakuno over by his shoulder. His eye twitched. Count her to make things awkward.
"Of course I do."
But of course, he knew she did not quite believe him so.
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Sakuno was terribly bored. She was so darn bored that she probably explored every inch of her bed. Correction, their bed. At first, she tried lying on her back with her head on the proper position. But she easily got bored of that so she shifted her position to the side. After a few minutes, she got tired of it so she tried propping her feet on to the headboard, her head opposite and is dangling over the edge of the bed. This gave her an upside-down vision of the world. She groaned.
"What the heck am I doing?!" She sat up on the bed. Soon, feet were hurrying up the stairs. And she absolutely knew who it was. It was her paranoid husband. Sakuno fought off the urge to roll her eyes as the door open, revealing a panting Ryoma. Dirt had clung to his previously white tennis clothes. He was sweating which Sakuno deduced was from playing/ practicing tennis and from all that running he took to get here. Their apartment came in with a tennis court behind it, so that is where he currently practiced tennis. He did not want to wander to far from her now that she was injured.
"What? What happened?" His golden eyes were wide, alert, but they also seemed unfocused like they were worried of something. Ryoma's eyes flittered to her brown ones. They were focusing on her like a camera's lens. He went towards her. "Did it bleed again?" Ryoma took her left hand into his and inspected it. Fortunately, it did not.
Sakuno sighed. Seriously, Ryoma was over-acting. He did not even allow her to get up, do something around the house, talk to her friends, go online or even let her see him play tennis. She needed to do something—anything— just to lessen her boredom for it was a killer.
"No, it did not. Stop being such a mother hen. I'm fine…" Sakuno said. "Just a little bored."
Ryoma slouched at her words as if he breathed out whatever was keeping him tense. "You can sleep." He said it in such a calm manner that it almost scared Sakuno. Gone was the caring Ryoma that rushed to her side just this morning.
"Honestly, you're even worse than a girl on her period," Sakuno lightly teased him. A smile was playing on her lips.
"Che." Ryoma brushed off her remark, but his feature trademark was now forming on his lips too. "Just… stay here, okay?"
"Mou!" Sakuno whined. It was so like her in her younger years: the weak, kind of-whiny, no-backbone and infinitely shy Sakuno. But she wasn't like that anymore. Sort of. She had changed. Yet, those traits of her were not really, entirely gone. They were rather within her, at her disposal. Ready to use. "I can't stay here another minute!" Then, like a bulb that had lit, she said, "Let me see you play!"
"What?" Ryoma had heard clearly the first time. He simply did not know what to say or react even at her request. "What are you talking about?"
"Please, please. Just let me see you. I mean, what harm would it do? I'm only at the sides. No harm coming at me to freak you out in the slightest."
Ryoma reconsidered. However, he was apprehensive.
Really now, what harm would it do?
He glanced at Sakuno—which was a very big mistake. The girl was now putting on a show of having those big puppy brown eyes. Pleading him to take her. It was like reaching into his very core. There was no way to win this over.
"Fine," he conceded.
"Yes!" Sakuno clapped her hands together. Big mistake. The moment she did so, the wound must have opened up and bled again. But instead of exclaiming no, she could only cry out "Ouch!"
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It was only last Friday when Sakuno wounded her finger. Friday was yesterday. This also means that today, Saturday, would mark the first week of their marriage. But, there was no immense development to their marriage. The events of the days before Friday were drab. There was little joy in them. It made her heart ache. And it all began when Kirihara made that phone call because after that, Ryoma had been avoiding her and had been unpleasant, to say in the least.
As a housewife, it has always been Sakuno's dream to at least eat dinner together with her husband. She doesn't precisely know why, but it just feels right. Like, it would connect them together somehow, and that through eating together, they would form bonds of friendship, if not a husband-wife type of relationship. Besides, dinner time is family time. Even if it's just the two of them.
Set with determination, Sakuno got up from their bed and went directly to the kitchen. She would just have to make that dream a reality all on her own.
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Ryoma walk into his house to a scene he somewhat expected. She had been doing it for an entire week anyway. It was only disrupted last night due to her mini-injury. Remembering that, Ryoma could feel annoyance rising up. She deliberately ignored his instructions.
What the heck, he thought. They could just order food from some fast-food restaurant. True, it would not be the same as home-made food, but it was less the bother. It was faster too.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he bent down to remove his shoes. His voice was with a twinge of irritation.
"Dinner." Sakuno smiled at him. It was a happy one, as far as Ryoma could tell. Her eyes sparkled.
"Didn't I tell you to—"
"Come on, please?"
He froze half-way. He was just untying his shoes. Ryoma was expecting being attacked with those eyes. Yet, when he looked up, there was none. A sigh of relief almost escaped his lips.
"I've already eaten dinner." Ryoma closed his eyes and walk inside the house in a casual way. Of course, he had not yet eaten. More of like he had no opportunity to do so. His entire day was spent training for his upcoming match that he had forgotten dinner. Thankfully, he hadn't forgotten lunch or breakfast, which was the most important one. Ryoma felt he could go on without dinner.
When he was mid-way climbing the stairs, a stern hand stopped Ryoma from taking another step. He faced her.
"What is it—"
"I said let's eat dinner."
She just won't give up.
"I also said—"
"No you haven't."
"Yes, I have." Ryoma rolled his eyes.
"If you did, why do you like you want to pass out?"
"I do not."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't—"
"Are we just going to spend the whole time arguing when we could just eat?" Sakuno reasoned.
Ryoma heaved out an exasperated sigh. Women.
Once Sakuno felt Ryoma's compliance, she led the way to the dining table. The couple took their seats, opposite of each other.
"Why is dinner so important to you anyway?" He can't help but ask as Sakuno laid out their meal.
"Dinner time is family time," she answered him as she settled down. "I made your favorite."
"Really?" He eyed her.
"Chawanmushi," Sakuno said as she took her place opposite of Ryoma.
Ryoma was surprised. He did not have it for a long time now. "Well, then."
He guessed that he had to be thankful for having her as a wife. She is thoughtful and she is not that bad as a cook.
"Itadakimasu."
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Week 2
Tuesday
Was he in heaven?
Yet at that moment, Ryoma's senses activated and made him aware of his surroundings. He was lying on soft grass. He had the liberty of running his arms in a wide arc, flattening the grass around him, forming a circle. He hoped to crack an eye open, expecting the warm rays of sunshine; instead, when he opened them, he saw an angel.
"Are you… real?" He reached out a hand to touch her face. His hands found skin. She was real, alright. Ryoma pulled her face closer. Her face seemed familiar but not quite. That was because her face was blurry. It went in and out of focus.
The angel giggled. To Ryoma, it was the best sound he heard. Her laugh was like tinkling crystals, soft and magical. "Of course, I am." She muttered something under her breath, something which he did not caught.
Ryoma let his hand fall to the side. "I must be in heaven for you are an angel." A halo formed at the top of her head, confirming his words.
His angel stiffened at his words. Her action did not go unnoticed for Ryoma raised an eyebrow. Soon, his angel's face went out of his vision.
Wait, he thought as he extended his arms to reach her before she flew away. Yet, she was gone.
Two amber eyes blinked. The sun's rays were not helping his eyesight get any better. Ryoma sat up and yawned. He remembered having this weird dream, though he cannot remember it much. Beside him was Sakuno who, he noted for the first time, was blushing a bright shade of red. And he wasn't going to attribute it to the sun either.
"What happened to you?" he asked in a voice laced with boredom. He eyed her in suspicion.
"N-Nothing!" Sakuno answered too quickly.
Ryoma shrugged. "Fine then."
He briefly stood up. "Hungry?"
Sakuno breathed out in relief. "Yeah."
"Let's find a place to eat then."
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Sakuno was unsure of what had taken place in the park a few hours ago. But then again, she was unsure of the whole thing to be exact. Ryoma just invited her to a 'stroll around the park' which she deduced was his own way of asking her on a date.
And why it wouldn't be? It was just going to be the two of them, doing things any normal couple would do. But the thing is with him, he had to be in incognito. He donned a nondescript red jacket with yellow stripes on the sides and on the cuffs, although it still had an R on the left breast. Underneath it, Sakuno could plainly see, was a white t-shirt. He also had some shades on to avoid further recognition. His greenish hair was loose, though, for all to see.
She also had to dress simply. It was a sundress with a floral print and a red sash around the waist for definition. The dress was light and hugged her curves. Sakuno matched it with a floppy straw summer hat.
They already did a lot of activities like walking around the park, resting on the park, eating, and most especially, going on to some of the rides. It was a source of amusement, alright. For Ryoma that is. Especially after seeing Sakuno's hilarious reactions to the rides.
"That was—"Ryoma stopped talking as he wiped mirth from his eyes.
"Oh, stop it." Sakuno was blushing.
"It's just that," he laughed again, "your expressions are just too funny!"
Sakuno rolled her eyes. She did not know Ryoma could be so immature at times. Or was she only reacting like this because he was laughing at her?
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Sakuno was facing Ryoma, who was at her left. When she turned to face front again, she bumped someone else. Mortified, she hastily took a step back, bowed to the other person and said sorry.
However, it baffled Sakuno when she only heard the man (she assumed) chuckling softly. "Didn't expect to see you here Sa-chan."
Sa-chan?
Sakuno slowly let her face look up to the man. Her gaze passed over a thin mouth, slim nose, a pair of warm emerald eyes, and a messy hair that earned him the nickname "seaweed-hair".
"Akaya-kun?" Sakuno said. Her head tilted in uncertainty.
"How's it going since our last meeting?"
A huge smile found its way on to Sakuno's lips. "I'm good! How about you? I didn't expect you to be here at all."
"Me neither! Especially when I have no one else to go to with." Kirihara winked at Sakuno in a flirtatious manner. Blood rose to color her cheeks.
Suddenly, they heard someone clear throat. Sakuno's eyes widened as she remembered Ryoma. "Ah, Akaya-kun, this is Ryoma. He is my—"Sakuno stopped mid-sentence. How on earth was she going to explain their complicated secret relationship to him?
True, they were married, but at the same time, it feels like it doesn't.
"Your?" Kirihara prompted. He was now observing this potential rival warily.
"Um…" stalled Sakuno.
"I'm her husband," Ryoma supplied. He was not one for lying since he proved bad at it.
Both Sakuno and Kirihara stiffened at his remark. It even felt like the world stopped moving for a second, and that everyone held their breaths in—which Sakuno found silly since no one would care about three seemingly friends conversing. And just when Sakuno felt her face returning normal temperature that he had to say that. Heat rushed back to her cheeks three times the intensity.
She heard Kirihara chuckle before asking, "What?"
"You heard me. I'm her husband and we are currently on our date and you are here, interrupting it," Ryoma snapped. Seriously, who is this man? Sakuno had never mentioned him before or one of their meetings which irritated him to no end. Just thinking about it made his knuckle itch. "Come on, Sakuno." He grabbed her left wrist with the intention of moving on and leaving this annoying man to the dust.
"Hold on." Kirihara moved to grab her right wrist in an effort to stop the two. They did. "Why are you Sa-chan's husband? She never said anything about a husband." Thinking about it made Kirihara's temper rise.
"Because I said so. Any other stupid questions?" Ryoma answered him in that cocky manner of his.
Meanwhile, as the two boys were bickering, Sakuno could feel the blood stop flowing on her two hands. She could actually see it turning purple and they weren't even giving a damn about it. Not to mention her recent injury was sort of throbbing.
"Stop it!" Sakuno yelled at the two. Next, she stared at them with stern eyes that effectively stopped their pointless bickering. Boys will be boys. "Release me, both of you."
Immediately, Ryoma and Kirihara freed her poor wrists. Sakuno shook her hands to bring back the circulation. Afterwards, she said, "I guess proper introductions are needed." She looked at the two men who never did take their intense gazes off each other (she could totally say for Ryoma even though he had shades on).
"So, Ryoma," Sakuno said as she averted her gaze at him. "This is Ayaka-kun, a close friend of mine. And Akaya-kun," she turned to Kirihara. "This is Ryoma."
Sakuno paused as she debated on how to accurately state their relationship which was in a fragile state. If she did choose on not admitting her marriage, it would be unfair to Ryoma. But if she did choose to say that she was married, she was unsure of how it would affect her friendship with Akaya. Also, another person outside their families would know it. They wanted to keep it a secret anyway for Ryoma's sake.
It baffled Sakuno. Why would she be bothered with it anyway?
"He is my—"
A ringtone out of nowhere.
Confusion etched itself on to her and Kirihara's face. They searched for its source only to find that it was Ryoma's.
Ryoma silently cursed. Why did it have to be at this exact moment?
He dished out his phone from his pocket and flipped it opened. It was Rinko calling him. He pressed the answer button.
"Mom?" His voice held a tiny hint of annoyance. Sakuno breathed out a sigh of relief she did not know she was holding in. She took a glance at Kirihara who was silently watching them. Him, specifically.
Sakuno turned away from Kirihara and gazed back to Ryoma. He was listening very closely on to what his mother had to say. "Oh, okay," he said with an air of finality. He closed his phone and turned to her. "Sakuno, we need to go home." And just like that, he spun on his heels and walked away from her, from Kirihara, and marched back home. Their stares followed his retreating back.
"Sorry about that, Akaya-kun," Sakuno said. She faced him back. "I'll make it up to you somehow." Her face was set in determination.
"Don't worry about it," Kirihara said as he looked at her with a kind expression.
"Well then, See ya!" And off Sakuno went, following Ryoma's tracks. Kirihara's line of vision went with her until she finally caught up with him.
"Ryoma, huh?" Kirihara muttered. The name sounded familiar. He searched his mind for anyone with such name. Seconds later, his eyes widened in realization.
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They were walking again, but this time, they were heading home. Sakuno could feel the cold aura that Ryoma was emitting. This meant he was pissed, extremely pissed. It reminded her that it would take a whole deal of effort to calm him down again, something that she was getting a hang of. Sort of.
"Mom called," Ryoma said quietly, breaking the silence. "They will visit us tonight." Even as he said this, his face was focus on the road ahead of them, never even glancing once at her direction.
Her eyes widened. "W-what?"
"They want to see if any progress happened."
"What do mean by progress!"
"I don't know."
Sakuno frowned. Does this mean they have to act like a sweet couple or what? She does not know. A week had already passed since their marriage, but all throughout that, their interaction was pretty cold. It was only last Saturday when their relationship somewhat improved because they had eaten dinner together. In reality, it was only Sakuno who took that as a sign of improvement.
Other than that, they are basically nothing still.
"Do we have to… act like a couple in front of them?" It was an embarrassing question to Sakuno, but she need to ask nonetheless.
Silence. Ryoma did not respond.
"I guess we have to," he finally admitted. "You know how annoying they can be, especially that old man."
Sakuno smiled at his remark. Ryoma turned at her in time to see it. "Well, I think we just have to do it then," Sakuno said.
He smirked. At that moment, the two of them passed by a stall that sells fresh fruits: apples, oranges, and mangoes. Ryoma stopped in front of it.
"Eh? What's wrong?" Sakuno said, pausing in her steps as well. She could only see Ryoma's back and deduced that he was talking to the old man. What is he buying? She thought.
Soon, Ryoma turned to face her and tossed her something. Sakuno could only think of one thing: catch it. In the fast movement of the object, she did not know what it was until she held it in her hands.
It was an apple.
She looked up to him with a look of being dumbfounded.
He smirked at her.
"You've said yes for tonight's challenge then."
"Bring it on."
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And now replies to my dear reviewers!
ulquihime7980- hahahaha. Harsh! But I'm gonna have to say no. XD
yuki kineshi- Hi theeeeeeeeeeeeeereeeeeeeeeee Yuki! Hahahaha… I just had the urge to do that. And yup! You can call me that, or Writer-san or Schel or whatever floats yer boat. Oh, that really fine. My grammar's not perfect too. So you see we are kind of in the same ground. Yuuup! I know where Indonesia is! It is somewhat near to the Philippines and is the biggest archipelago. :D Hey, I'm curious of that band, Coboy Junior. Do you know that? Hehehehe. Well, thank you so much for the review and I hope you read and review till the end~
0202- Hey there dudeeeeee! XD That's for the no-pressure thingy! LOL! Did this chapter did it for you? Did it? Did it? O.o *grins crazily* Hahahahaha… thanks so much for the review! Enjoyed it~
May-Tears- Yaaaaaay for imagination going wild! Hahahaha… lols. I hope I am success in seemingly making Ryoma more jealous and firing your imagination some more! :D
Heartluv- Yay! More people into making-Ryoma-jealous club! Lol! XD Hahahaha…
DearestELFriend- Thank goodness you liked Kirihara's characterization! :D That's such a big thing for me. And yup, I'm thinking of how to squeeze in your idea… though it might now be in the way you imagined it. Or maybe that's just me. XD Thank you for the review deaaaaar!
ShizureiX2- ;-) I just hope that this chapter is good enough~ Yes, indeed. Poor Sa-chan! T.T
Notes from a Muddy Writer:
Oooooooooooooohkay! That it officially the longest chapter I have ever written. I wanted to push it until I finished the whole thing, but I felt that it was the right time to cut it. Next chapter would be the end of the 'arc' and then everything will move on smoothly. *crosses fingers*
And this is quite funny for me, but I really thought that katsudon was Ryoma's fave food. If I remember correctly from the anime, that is. But when I checked online sources, it said that his fave food is actually chawanmushi. And it is said that chawanmushi is usually eaten as an appetizer. :/ But whatever. At least Ryoma had his 'fave' food. XD
Now I pose you all a question: was the length okay or do you want shorter chapters? Leave your answers on the reviews (assuming I get any).
This chapter is also not beta-ed so this might be updated once it will be.
Also, please note that this chapter's title was taken from the song that I listened to repeatedly. It's called I Think I by Byul. It's from a Korean drama called Full House. And the subtitle came from the song's lyrics. I don't think it gives a direct hint whatsoever. But of course, it is open to you guys for interpretation. :D
