Disclaimer: I do not own Flame of Recca and its characters. It belongs to Anzai Nobuyuki.
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Thanks to those who reviewed the previous chapter, as well as to those who added this fic in their favorite & alert list.
This fanfic is dedicated to KIAC. Thank you for everything you've done for me all these years (and for continuously giving me ideas & facts needed for this fic). You gave me back my love for this pairing. If not for you, I wouldn't be back in this fandom and I wouldn't be writing the continuation of this fic, nor will I be able to write new ones.
Warning: OOC possible. Mikagami and Fuuko are already a couple here.
Stalker
Chapter 9: Right in Front of You
"NO WAY!"
With blue eyes widening in surprise, Kamatari Natsuo gaped at his purple-haired friend who was sitting across him on the stone bench. Fuuko has just finished recounting the incident last night to him and to Sakoshita Yanagi while they were hanging around the university's quad; waiting for their respective afternoon classes to start.
Natsuo leaned on the stone table between them. "I can't believe it!" He hissed with a slight shake of his head. "This kind of news is enough to give me a heart attack. I think I'm going to hyperventilate!" He announced dramatically, fanning himself with his hand.
"It really is surprising Fuu-chan." Yanagi said with a worried look in her eyes.
"I think that bastard overdid it this time!" Natsuo said loathingly.
"Uh-huh," Fuuko murmured lazily. "He really did."
"But what's with you?" Natsuo frowned at her. "I can't believe you let him get away just like that!"
"It's not like I didn't try to break his legs, Kamatari!" Fuuko retorted with a hint of irritation in her voice.
"Tch! It's an opportunity wasted." Natsuo sniffed in a stuck-uppish way.
"It's not Fuuko-chan's fault Natsuo-kun," Yanagi decided to intervene, sensing that Fuuko was at the verge of maiming her blond-haired friend.
"I know it's not Yanagi-chan, but hello? She's Kirisawa Fuuko. She can kick that guy's ass to Timbuktu if she wants too!" Natsuo declared. He moved his head a little so he could stare directly at Fuuko. "To tell you frankly, I'm more surprise with the fact that you weren't able to beat him up than with him entering the apartment and kissing you."
Fuuko clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Well du-uh?! Ass-kickers have day offs too you know." She narrowed her eyes when Natsuo rolled his. "Look, I tried my best ok? I guess I'm losing my touch. I haven't been using my skills for quite a long time that they're now… rusty." She leant back on the bench with a huff. "To think that I had the opportunity last night to find out who he is, but drat… he managed to escape!"
"You let him escape!" Natsuo half-whined.
"I have no doubt about Fuuko-chan's skills," Yanagi immediately said when she heard Fuuko's growl. "Honestly, it's not easy to escape from her. I can attest to that. But I do believe that sometimes a person gets away with sheer luck. Maybe her stalker was just really, really lucky last night."
Natsuo pursed his lips while Fuuko beamed at the former healer. "Ok, maybe you are right Yanagi-chan." He rested his chin on his palm. "But still, last night was such a waste."
"It's not like I'm not going to see him again." Fuuko folded her arms across her chest. "I told you before that he said something like, 'now is not the time for you to know who I am'. It's as good as saying 'we'll see each other soon', ne?" The purple-haired girl smirked. "And to be honest, I'm looking forward to seeing him again. I still owe him a good beating."
Natsuo rolled his eyes. "Ok wonder woman, we already know what you're planning to do. No need to say it out loud." He brushed his bangs away from his eyes. "Gosh, you are such a brute!"
Fuuko glared at him.
Yanagi took a deep breath before speaking her thoughts. "I hope you're still not thinking that someone's just playing a prank on you Fuuko-chan. This is a lot different from leaving letters and gifts in your locker," the ex-healer continued. "He entered your apartment, kissed and attacked you then after that… he called you."
The ex-Fuujin master recalled the conversation she had with Yanagi last Friday. That time she was so sure that someone was just trying to play a joke on her, but after last night…
"If this is a joke or a prank," Natsuo said. "Then it has gone way too far."
"Be careful Fuuko-chan," Yanagi begged. "Onegai…"
"Don't worry Yan-chan, I will." Fuuko gave her a reassuring smile. "Last night was really unexpected, it caught me off guard. All of a sudden the guy who sent those gifts and flowers is standing right before me…" Her voice trailed off. "I was so surprised I blanked out for a moment. I didn't know what to do!"
"Hmm… but despite your initial reaction, you still managed to fight him off." Natsuo pointed out. "Bravo girl! Bravo!" He clapped his hands enthusiastically.
"Why thank you Natsuo-chan." Fuuko drawled.
Yanagi smiled at what Natsuo had said. She knew (first-hand of course) what Fuuko is capable of doing even under dire situations. And last night was nothing compared to what the former wind wielder had been through during her 'Hokage' days.
"If it's another girl in your shoes right now, I'm pretty sure she would've been scared to death from all of these." Natsuo stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
Fuuko laughed a little. "Hey, it's not like I wasn't a bit bothered by it. Having a stalker's not a normal everyday occurrence after all."
"But you took it all in a stride Fuuko-chan." Yanagi said.
"Yeah," Natsuo crossed his legs elegantly. "I have to give you points for that. Not everyone can be in this kind of predicament and still look not bothered by it."
Fuuko snorted. "As if I would let something like this affect me so much."
"By the way Fuuko-chan," Yanagi tapped a finger on her chin thoughtfully. "You got a call from him last night, right? Did he call again?"
The question prompted Fuuko to take her mobile phone out from the back pocket of her jeans. "Surprise, surprise…" She lifted her head to stare at Yanagi first then at Natsuo. "He didn't."
"That's weird." Natsuo commented. "I'm pretty sure he'd call you every chance he got."
"Well… maybe he doesn't have a chance right now." Fuuko slipped the phone back to her pocket.
"He called you using a public phone right?" Yanagi asked.
"Hai…" Fuuko replied.
"Maybe there's no public phone anywhere near him that's why he didn't call you today." Natsuo guessed.
"It's possible. Besides it's only 1 o' clock." Fuuko said, checking her watch for the time. "Who knows? Maybe he'll call me later."
"If he does, then just cancel the call." Natsuo suggested with a slight wave of his hand. "You don't need to entertain it, ne Yanagi-chan?"
Yanagi nodded. "Besides his call will just make you angry Fuuko-chan."
Fuuko pondered about it for a moment. "Well, yeah. You're right."
Silence hovered over them as the mid-afternoon breeze blew softly, rustling the leaves of the trees near them.
Yanagi was the first to speak again. "Fuu-chan," she called to her friend. "If you need help, any help, we'd be happy to lend you a hand."
"It is as pretty Yanagi-chan says." Natsuo said with a grin. "And we don't wanna hear any buts from you Kirisawa."
Fuuko chuckled. "Ok, no retorts from me. I know no matter what I said, the two of you will still find a way to involve yourselves in this. Thanks guys."
"It's our pleasure Fuuko-chan," Natsuo responded. "We don't want anything to happen to our favorite purple-headed girl."
"And I'm going to bet Hanabishi's going to be involve in this too, ne?" Fuuko stared teasingly at the girl beside her.
Yanagi blushed. "Ano…"
"You did tell Recca about this stalker shit, eerr… I mean, stuff right?" Fuuko nudged her friend, making Yanagi blush harder.
"Uhm… yes I did…"
"Figures…" Was Fuuko's reply.
"But Recca wouldn't like to be kept in the dark about this. I'm sure he'll help in any way he can." Yanagi defended.
"I have no doubt about him helping." Not to mention teasing me to no end. Fuuko added mentally. "Besides I'll probably get an earful from him about keeping secrets and other shits." She grumbled. "He'll be of use… if he's actually here."
"Eh? I can tell him to come here and visit us!" Yanagi offered excitedly as she grabbed her purple and black tote bag to look for her mobile phone.
"Refresh my memory Fuu-chan," Natsuo requested. "This Recca is…?"
"Hanabishi Recca," Fuuko answered. "Yanagi's boyfriend. My mortal enemy, slash, childhood friend."
"Oh, I see…" Natsuo uttered in a lazy tone as Yanagi hopped out of the bench, signaling to them that she's going to make a call, moving a few feet away from them. Natsuo turned his attention back at the girl across him. "Mikagami-sempai knows about the incident last night, right?"
"Uh-huh." Fuuko twirled a lock of purple hair around her finger. "And he's not very happy about it."
"He knows everything?" Natsuo asked again. "Even about the stalker kissing you?"
"Yes. He knows everything. He even heard my conversation with stalker-san last night since he was just right beside me and the phone was in loud speaker."
Natsuo gulped. "I'm pretty sure sempai's already planning a painful demise for that guy."
"More likely. Mi-chan's really angry last night." Fuuko fiddled with the straps of the backpack beside her.
"Right now, I'm starting to feel some pity for that guy just in case sempai and you get your hands on him." Natsuo whispered. "Just an itty-bitty of it."
Suddenly Fuuko snapped her fingers. "Sheesh! I nearly forgot."
"What?!" Natsuo exclaimed.
"I have to show you something." Fuuko said as she opened her backpack.
"It better be something interesting Kirisawa." Natsuo chuffed.
"Don't worry, it IS interesting Kamatari." Fuuko assured him as she began rummaging inside her bag. She pulled out a brown envelope and placed it on the table.
"What is that?" Natsuo asked, raising his eyebrow, staring at the packet with curious eyes.
"It's the gift that the son-of-a-bitch left in my bedroom last night." The purple-haired girl replied. Without another word, Fuuko opened the paper packet and pulled the contents out. Natsuo curious gaze was instantly replaced with a shocked one.
"I need your opinion about these photos Natsuo." Fuuko said as she spread the more than a dozen photographs bearing her in front of her seemingly-frozen-from-shock friend.
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"How are you Fuuko-chan?"
He can clearly see her reaction as if he was just standing right in front of her. There was a moment of hesitation from her before she answered. "I'm still alive and breathing."
He smiled. "That's good to know."
There was only silence from the other end of the line.
"I called because I wanted to check if you're alright." And also to hear your voice. He mentally added, knowing that if he speaks it out loud, the wind child will not be very happy about it.
"No. Thanks to you," Fuuko replied stonily, making him wince a little at the sound of her voice.
"I'm sorry about earlier," he apologized. "I hope you'll forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just… surprised. Really surprised. You fight well Fuuko-chan. If I wasn't lucky, you would've beaten me up."
"Yeah, I would have." She agreed in voice with a rather cold quality to it. "And if you weren't such a coward, running off like that. I would've found out who you are."
He let out a deep chuckle. "Don't be angry Fuuko-chan. I did tell you earlier that it's still not the right time for you to know who I am."
Silence again. He frowned at that. Did she turn her phone off? He listened closely. No, she was still there, listening to him.
"I behave very badly earlier. I'm really sorry. I'm going to make it up to you," He cooed. "I promise."
"Don't bother."
He chuckled again. She's feisty as always. He was already expecting that retort from her. "Don't be like that Fuu-chan," he murmured softly. "I'm going to make it up to you, whether you want it or not."
She didn't say anything, so he just continued. "I hope you liked my recent gift, the one I left in your room. You have a very pretty room." He said, turning his head a little when a car passed by.
"You entered the apartment using my bedroom's window didn't you?" Her voice was emotionless and he didn't like it.
"Is that what you think Fuuko-chan?"
"Whatever. I know you're not going to answer my question anyway."
"You didn't answer mine either. Did you like my recent gift, or rather gifts?" He asked again, fiddling with the phone's cord.
"I have seen it." She answered.
"And did you like it? I still have more pictures of you. I have a wall filled with pictures of you." He whispered softly.
"That's great to know." Fuuko muttered blandly. "It never occurred to me that you were a photographer too."
His eyes widened and he nearly dropped the phone from shock. How the hell did she knew of that? His heart pounded inside his chest and he closed his eyes, ordering himself to calm down.
Despite the nervousness that suddenly took hold of him, he let out a controlled laugh. "How sure are you of that Fuuko-chan?"
"Oh I'm pretty sure. Just as sure that you are calling me from a public phone. You are a photographer… and probably a student, just like me."
His jaw clenched. He inhaled sharply and...
…He opened his eyes.
The rays of the afternoon sun were threatening to burn the skin of his arm. He hurriedly moved it away, rubbing the still warm part. Shifting a little on his seat, he shook his head to clear away the remnants of last night's conversation with Fuuko from his thoughts.
Just remembering it annoys him. There are a lot of things he wanted to tell her last night, but everything vanished the moment she told him that she knew some… important things about him. It was still a mystery to him as to how she'd come up with that conclusion.
It can be a bluff, of course. But Fuuko had sounded so sure that he was astounded.
Last night ended up a disastrously though it had started perfectly. He was able to get inside the apartment, leave his gift in Fuuko's room and met with the wind child face-to-face. Heck, he even managed to kiss her! But things took a different turn when Fuuko started attacking him. How was he to know that the she can fight like that?
Then, the phone call he'd made to her had the opposite effect. Instead of shaking her up a bit, it had shaken HIM! Damn it!
He settled back on his seat, wincing a little. He grabbed a cigarette stick from the crumpled pack on his table and lit up, looking at his surroundings. Despite the afternoon heat, the outside part of the local café (where he is currently at) was filled with students—talking, laughing, smoking and milling about.
He drew in a lungful of smoke, lowering the baseball cap he was wearing. Thank Kami that he didn't have any classes today or a lot of questions will be thrown at him as to why he was sporting a bruised jaw. Though he can easily pass out an excuse about some frat guys beating him up, he'd rather not explain anything.
He shifted his gaze on the sidewalk and a smile began forming across his lips. Well, well. Will you look at that? How lucky can he get?
The purple-haired girl that he adores so much was approaching the café in fast strides.
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Fuuko eagerly pushed the café's door open and she stepped inside the air-conditioned interior. She was late—half an hour late to be exact.
Catching her breath, her eyes began scanning the place for the silver-haired guy that she was supposed to meet there 30 minutes ago. It would've been easy to spot him since the place wasn't jam-packed as it usually is… IF he was there.
She frowned. Did he got tired of waiting for her and left the café already? Boy, she's going to get it from him later. She winced inwardly at that thought.
"Fuuko-chan!" A voice called out and Fuuko snapped in attention. She saw the girl behind the counter waving at her.
"Hey Chiaki!" She grinned at the auburn-haired girl as she approached the counter. Chiaki was her classmate in some minor subjects during freshman year. "I didn't know you're working here."
Chiaki nodded. "Part-time only. I have to work my ass off or it's bye-bye Todai for me." She gave Fuuko a sunny smile. "So let's get down to business. What will you have?"
The ex-wind wielder smiled back and tapped her finger at her cheek thoughtfully. "Uhm… some clubhouse and iced tea probably." Fuuko said and her eyes wandered across the café's interior again.
Chiaki noticed it and asked. "Are you looking for someone?"
Fuuko nodded. "Yes actually. Have you seen a tall guy with long silver hair around here?"
"Uhm… no sorry."
"It's ok. I was thinking that maybe he was here and he just left because he got tired of waiting for me."
"I haven't seen anyone like that." Chiaki said. "I've been manning the counter for the past two hours so I would've known."
"I see." Fuuko replied, mentally sighing with relief. If Chiaki hadn't seen Mi-chan anywhere around, then it must mean that he still have to arrive. And that also means she's safe from receiving a lecture about punctuality.
"No prob." Chiaki said with a wink before turning around.
"Oh Chiaki," Fuuko called to her friend. "Can you add some Fettucine alfredo in my order? And make the iced tea large. I'm starving." She sheepishly said, recalling that she hadn't eaten any lunch.
"Okie dokie."
"Thanks!" The purple-haired girl gave a small wave before making her way towards an unoccupied table near the café's window.
She thoughtfully placed her backpack on the table. Where the hell is Mi-chan? Wasn't he supposed to be the perpetually punctual one? She sat on the chair and stared outside. Did something come up? If there is, then he should've called her.
Resting her chin on her palm, she stared outside glumly. She watched the outdoor scene for a few minutes before deciding that it was high time to call Tokiya. She pulled the phone out from her jean's back pocket.
Fuuko stared at it for a moment. She remembered the call she received the night before. She was not really expecting it, though both logic and Mi-chan says she should have. It was a bold move from her stalker, but then again so is entering the apartment and kissing her. The call compared to the other two is milder—much, much milder.
With a heavy sigh, she placed her phone on the table. The hell! She must stop thinking about displeasing things.
She slammed her right fist into her left palm. Beating that fucking bastard into a pulp is a very, very pleasing idea. Cracking her knuckles, she thought of ways on how she'll torture him and make him feel unbearable pain.
"Hmm… I hope you're not planning to beat me up since I'm late."
Fuuko nearly yelped in surprise and her hand flew to her chest. Turning her head a little, she saw Mikagami Tokiya standing behind her. He leaned towards her to kiss her cheek.
"Well actually, you thought right." Fuuko said after recovering from her initial surprise. "You see, I was getting impatient."
She got a snort from that.
"Besides," Fuuko continued in a playful tone as Tokiya took a seat across her. "I figured your ass needs a good whipping every once in a while." She ended her sentence with a laugh.
"I'd like to see you try Kirisawa." The silver-haired guy smirked at her. "You couldn't beat me before; you wouldn't be able to beat me now."
"Just wait Mikagami Tokiya," Fuuko stuck her tongue out at him. "By the end of this day I'll be the one wearing that smirk on my face."
"Why don't we go home now and you'll see who whips asses much better." The ex-Hyoumonken master said in a rather suggestive tone.
Fuuko sneered at him. She knows (of course) that her boyfriend is capable of saying salacious remarks every now and then. A server approached their table with Fuuko's order and she felt her stomach growl in response.
Tokiya raised an eyebrow at her. "Snack?" He motioned at the pasta and sandwich before him. "Or late lunch?"
"Late lunch," Fuuko replied. "I wasn't able to grab one earlier." She reached out for her iced tea, sipping from it. "Mmm… do you want some Mi-chan?" She pointed at the sandwich before her.
Her boyfriend declined.
"Why are you late anyway?" Fuuko queried. "It's so unlike you."
"Gomen. I have to take care of something first."
"And that something is…?"
"Academically-related." Tokiya answered, not bothering to elaborate. He studied the girl across him for a moment, fixing his ice blue eyes intently on her. "So, how are you feeling?"
Fuuko, who was about to take a bite from her sandwich, halted. Then a smile graced her lips. "I'm ok. Just a few aches here and there."
"You should've followed my advice and just stayed at the apartment to rest."
"Mi-chan, I'll only get bored there." The ex-Fuujin master pouted. "Besides it's not like I'm not used to this kind of—"
"Point taken." Mikagami said cutting her off. "You never listen to me anyway."
"Hey!" Fuuko retorted. "I do listen to you… sometimes."
Mikagami huffed. "Whatever."
"Aaww… Mi-chan. Don't get mad."
"I am not mad." The former water wielder rolled his eyes at what she said. Fuuko imitated him before attacking her sandwich with gusto. Tokiya cleared his throat. "Fuu, did he call you again?"
Fuuko stopped chewing. "No, he didn't. I was thinking that he would, but he didn't."
Her boyfriend's lips curved into a small smile. "So you are waiting for him to. Should I be jealous?"
The wind child nearly choked at his question. "Excuse me?" She managed to cough out as she reached for her iced tea. "Really, Mi-chan," she said after downing nearly half of her juice. "I know you're not a jealous type of boyfriend."
"Then you don't know me that well."
His answer stilled Fuuko for a moment. But nonetheless it made her grin. "Are you actually saying that you ARE?"
Mikagami just smirked in answer as he reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss its knuckles. "My girlfriend's waiting for someone else's call. What am I going to do about it?"
Fuuko laughed softly as she gave his hand a squeeze. He was obviously teasing her. "Relax Mi-chan," she said, indulging herself in his rare display of playfulness. "Have you forgotten that I'm madly in love with you?" She teased back.
"That's good to hear." Mikagami said settling back on his chair as the wind child winked at him. "So he didn't call again, huh? Strange don't you think?"
"Yeah, but the day's not over yet. Maybe he's partial to midnight calls." Fuuko jested.
"Maybe."
"By the way, I told Natsuo and Yanagi-chan about last night. They were surprised about it, of course." Fuuko explained, motioning to Tokiya to hand her some paper napkins.
"And I'm sure Yanagi-san's going to tell the sea monkey about this."
"That's right. Recca will have the time of his life teasing me when we see each other." Fuuko groaned. "Anyways, I showed the photographs to Natsuo."
Tokiya rested his elbows on the table, clasping his hands in a brooding manner. "What did Natsuo-san said about it?"
The purple-haired girl wiped the corners of her mouth before replying. "Same opinion as mine. It was taken by someone with a background in photography. Someone who knows how to use an SLR properly, who knows about angles and lighting and other photography shits." She inhaled sharply. "Someone who knows how to develop photos using the dark room."
"Then we can safely say that he is a photographer." The silver-haired lad muttered.
"Yeah. Besides, when I mentioned it to my stalker last night, his reaction tells me I hit the 'photographer' part right." Fuuko grabbed her fork and started poking the pasta in front of her. "Funny. We have something in common."
Mikagami's eyebrows rose up at that. That was correct; Fuuko and her stalker shares the same interest… photography. Maybe... he must not jump into conclusions. "Last night you mentioned something about the possibility of him being a student." He reminded his girlfriend.
Fuuko blinked at him. "Mi-chan it's just my speculation. I may be sure about him being a photographer. But I'm not very confident about him being a student. "
"I was thinking that in order for him to leave those letters and gifts in your locker, as well as take shots of your everyday life; he had to be near you. What if you're also right about him being a student just like us? And here at Tokyo Uni? What you said last night actually made some sense." Mikagami rubbed his chin slightly. "If he really is a student here—"
"It'll be much easier to find him." Fuuko continued for him. She sat up on her seat straighter. She was about to say something when she felt the table vibrated and she realized that someone was calling her phone.
Fuuko grabbed her phone and stared at the screen. "Drat," she mumbled, rolling her eyes. "It's Recca." She answered to Mikagami's inquiring gaze as the former flame caster's name, flashed on the screen. She flipped her phone open, answering with a huff. "Yo, Hanabishi."
Recca probably said something stupid to make some veins popped out in Fuuko's forehead. Tokiya watched their conversation with mild interest.
The ex-wind wielder rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "She's in her class Recca," she said through gritted teeth. "You can't expect her to answer your call when she's busy listening to her professor's lecture and jotting down notes!"
Fuuko gave Mikagami a painful smile, mouthing 'Recca's such an idiot'. "Some boyfriend you are. You don't even know your girlfriend's schedule, baka." She muttered on the phone tonelessly.
There are more shouting from the other line that made Mikagami raised his eyebrows.
"I'm hanging up Hanabishi." Fuuko growled menacingly. "Do not piss me off." With that she closed her phone and groaned out. "I have an idiot for friend."
"You just realized it?" Mikagami said, reaching for her fork to twirl some of her pasta around it. "I've known about that since day one." He motioned to her to open her mouth so he could feed her some.
"Oh really?" Fuuko said in a haughty tone as she obeyed him. She smirked at him as she chewed the food. "You know, I have hands Mi-chan. I'm not invalid." She said teasingly after she swallowed the fettuccine.
Tokiya ignored what she had said. "What does the sea monkey wants?"
"He was yak-yakking about his hime not answering his call." Fuuko explained. "He should get a grip. Yanagi's world does not exactly revolves around him."
"That has to hurt." Mikagami smirked; amused with the fact the statement can make Hanabishi Recca wince and whine. "Did you tell him that?"
"No. I just thought of it now. Too bad." Fuuko said, shaking her head. "Maybe I—" Her sentence was cut short when her phone rang again. Two heads simultaneously turned towards it and Fuuko's eyes widened.
An unregistered number is flashing on her phone's screen.
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He blew out a stream of smoke again, smiling at a sophomore guy who was borrowing his lighter. He's still sitting outside the café, waiting for a kohai who had called him up wanting to meet up with him to talk about... photography-related stuffs.
It was lucky day if he may say so himself. About an hour ago, Kirisawa Fuuko arrived at the café. But despite her hurriedness to get in, she was still able to see him lounging outside. She smiled and waved at him before slipping inside the air-conditioned interior.
He would have smiled well all throughout the afternoon but minutes after Fuuko stepped inside, he saw Mikagami Tokiya approaching the café. He could feel his blood boiling inside him as he stared at the handsome law student. It occurred to him just how much he wanted to hurt Fuuko's boyfriend so bad.
From his position he can clearly see the two. Jealousy rose up inside him so fast and strong that his hands started shaking and an acquaintance, who happened to be near him asked if something was wrong.
He had to learn how to control his emotions. Or it could be disastrous on his part.
He watched as Mikagami and Fuuko stood up from their table, gathering their things. So, they going to leave now, huh? He closed the book that he was reading and he also stood up. Adjusting his baseball cap, he purposely strode towards the café entrance just as Mikagami and Fuuko were coming out.
"Mi-chan," he heard Fuuko called to her boyfriend. "Can I borrow you phone for a while?" Then the purple-haired girl turned her head and their gazes met. "Hey," she greeted him with a smile and a small wave—again.
He smiled shyly in return and murmured a 'konnichiwa' to her, carefully hiding his bruised jaw from her view. Not that she noticed it anyway since her attention went back to the tall guy beside her who had nudged her, holding out his phone.
He moved his head, directly meeting Mikagami's cold blue eyes accidentally. The man really had an intimidating presence. He thought amusedly. He dropped his book, pretending that it slipped from his grasp and bent down to retrieve it, so as to avoid Mikagami's penetrating gaze. If he stayed staring at Fuuko's boyfriend like that, Mikagami would surely see the bruise on his jaw. And Mikagami Tokiya strikes him as someone who is very sharp.
"Mi-chan let's go?" Fuuko said, tugging at her boyfriend's arm. She suddenly tapped his shoulder and waved a goodbye at him.
He faintly heard her greet someone as he stood up and approached the café's door. It really feels good to be able to get near her and see that she never suspects that her stalker…
… is HIM.
-To Be Continued-
Yeah, I should greet this fanfic a happy, happy birthday. It just turned six. Oh. My. God.
It is long and it doesn't have much action in it. Frankly this isn't the way this chapter was originally outlined.
Oh well... just READ and REVIEW please. I'd like to know what you, readers, think. Ruffle my feathers or something. Who knows, you might convince me to write the next chapter faster.