AUTHOR: If you are reading this chapter, you probably read the whole story from the 1 chapter 30 minutes ago and I guess you're a new reader.
Welcome new reader…(cricket sound)… for those who reviewed this story a long time ago and got tired of waiting for this new chapter and never opened this story again, thank you.
HAMAKO: It's Kimiko you idiot!
AUTHOR: Huh? What are you doing here?
HAMAKO: I came here to dust and clean the room. I've been doing it for more than three months after you abandoned this story. I'm surprise to see you back here. Well, I'm out.
AUTHOR: The first readers of this fanfic may not come and read this chapter but I need to finish it.
(YESTERDAY)
"Kyubei, can you tell me what's up with you and with Ginsan?" asked Otae, sitting face to face with her in the empty and well furnished dojo (Thanks to glasses efforts in cleaning and maintaining.). The doors were left open for the air to come in but Kyubei can still feel sweat forming in her forehead. It's just a simple question and yet her heart is pounding heavy every time she hears her voice. She can't even look her in the eyes and put her gaze on the floorboards.
"Kyubei? Are you okay," she asked trying to look to her eyes if she will take a glance of her.
"Ahh yeah of course," she lied.
Of course she's not okay. She's afraid to discuss this thing to her childhood friend because she knows to herself that she fell for this man.
She felt a sting of pain behind her head all of a sudden. Her eyes twitched in pain as she rubbed the aching part softly. "That damn snatcher. If he didn't pushed me to the wall and hit my head there, I'm probably not suffering this pain behind my head," she thought angrily.
"Kyubei," she called. "Do you like Ginsan?" she asked, straight to the point.
Her cheeks went from pinkish red to deep red as a sweat drop trickled down behind her ear. She doesn't want to answer that question. But if she insisted once more, she has no choice but to say it. She kept her mouth silent which made the gorilla woman suspecting more and made her eyebrows crossed.
"Answer me," she insisted, but somehow she kept her voice controlled from shouting at her.
She gathered all her courage and voice and she looked at her. But she can't let her voice come out instead, she responded with a single nod.
"So I was right," she replied.
Okay. She said it and she means it with all of her heart, Otae can see it. At first, Kyubei thought that she will start to hate her or worse after that, she didn't even bother to look at her for the reason that she might be looking mad at her. She thought it's the end of their friendship.
She heard footsteps of her coming closer but she can't lift her face to look at her. She thought it's over until she felt a warm hug wrapped around her. A warm hug she never expected from her.
(5:30 a.m.)
"*yawns* Damn, why the hell I'm still doing this?" he muttered followed by his one-thousandth yawn. He scratched his aching back, leaned tiredly on the bench and stretches his legs from a long time sitting. His rubbed his watery eyes and gazed on the sky again.
2 hours of waiting is considered patient but 10 hours of waiting (asshole level)… Is that that bad he wanted to see her? I mean he could go to her and seek her. But he chooses to meet her outside.
He's almost half asleep until he heard footsteps coming closer to him. That sound alerted him made him raised his back from the bench. Finally, after waiting for so long, someone had finally arrived. He quickly shifted his look to him.
"Seita? What are you doing here?" asked the perm guy with his eyes grow bright.
He's wearing red jogging pants, and black sweat shirt with a towel wrapped behind his neck. At one look you can say that he's been running for a while now from the way he breathe and how the sweat formed on his chest.
"Should I be asking you the same question?" he replied as he takes a sit beside him.
"Just waitin' for someone."
"Tsukky. It's Tsukky right?"
From that question he felt a little embarrassed about it. How did he predict it that fast? "Baka, why would I wait for that woman," he denied.
"You can't lie to me. I know it's her," he insisted with a serious look in his eyes.
"What do you know about it?" he said angrily, denying the fact that it really is Tsukuyo he's waiting for.
"Why? Did you have a fight with her?" he asked innocently.
"Fight? Where did you come with that idea? Did you see her anyway?" he replied with another question.
"How should I put this…" he placed his index finger under his chin and tries to remember the time with her. A light bulb lighted on his head signaling that he already remembers it. He sat down beside him and told him all the things happened that night until to the part where he was asked to carry her home.
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"Oh my, what a terrible headache," she grunted, placing her palm on her forehead. She lifted her eyes and found herself laying the futon that she later felt that's not hers. The fragrance is different and somehow the texture is smoother than the one that she uses. Removing the blanket on her waist, she finally realized that this is not her house but she tried to guess who house is it. Hinowa.
"What the hell just happened?" she said getting up and walking through the door. But before she could lay her hand on the door, someone on the other side opened it.
"You're finally awake, I've been expecting it," she said. But her tone was not that happy or lively but rather low and upset. She looked at her from the eye and the blonde woman did return.
"H-Hinowa… what are you doing here?" she asked.
With that look in Hinowa's eyes, she can exactly tell that she's not in the good mood. She got things to do so she wanted to make this conversation brief.
"I really want to ask. Where were you last night?" she asked, expecting to be answered.
"I was in one of the bars, you know, helping things out. I heard that they lacked workers that night and I think it would be nice if I help," she answered as she rubbed her forehead due to hangover.
Hinowa sighed in disappointment. "I see. Glad that you enjoyed it," she replied although the expressions in her face is still the same.
"You know, to be honest, I can't actually remember the whole thing," she said. She remembered something awful yesterday. "I was just drinking my pain out," she continued in a softer voice.
"What?" Thinking she misheard what she just said. Tsukuyo realized that she just said her feelings to the wrong person. "No. Forget about it."
"Anyways-" the woman in wheelchair felt like she is getting nowhere so she spitted out the words that she wanted to ask the whole time.
"Did you enjoy the couple's ticket?"
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The streets are noisy, the stores are open and lots of familiar faces are having fun today. As always, the district is lively and so are the people. Well, you can exclude Hasegawa and the silver haired samurai. He might be walking straight and the expression is always the same but, what Seita just said to him is something… something… fcuk. Can't explain the crap. Anyways, he said:
"She drink, drink and drink last night and we all know that she's pretty dangerous when she is drunk. She says nasty words that came from the alcohol and not from the heart, everyone knows that. But what she just said about you is something that confuses me."
"Oi, sugar freak! Got a minute, " he snapped out of his thoughts as the voice of the mayo bastard echoes in his ears.
END
AUTHOR: how long has it…
(CRICKET NOISE)
AUTHOR: Fuck…
HASEGAWA: it doesn't make sense that you mention me in this chapter.