Confusing Love

Well, here it is. Let's continue~

On a presentation day... Uzumaki wanted to show everyone the dress he made. Every single girl decided to show up and in front of the entrance. They wanted to put it on first. My position of helping him required me to look after everyone while they stare at the dress and Uzumaki. The guests kept coming continuously. As I was helping out of receiving invitations from the guests, I started getting dizzy. All these people are here to see Uzumaki's new design. I felt proud of him...but at the same time lonely and a bit distant from him.

I was filled with complicated emotions. "Ladies and gentlemen, the presentation will soon..." Just as the guests started screaming of joy, the 15-minutes-to-show announcement goes on. Time for a break, maybe? Oh, but I really wanted to see the presentation. I wanted to see how everyone would react to Uzumaki's new collection. Mmph, I'd be greatful simply being there. Just as I was thinking such things...

"Hyuga!" I turned around at the voice calling me and found Uzumaki there. "U-Uzumaki?! What happened? You must be busy..." "Never mind that. Just come over here." As his sudden appearance a cheer went up from the girls upstairs of the building. The girls' mixed reactions of envious voices and cheer saw me off...and I followed Uzumaki. "U-Uzumaki, where are we going?!" Uzumaki didn't even turn around...and kept walking.

He kept walking so fast I had a hard time catching up. Uzumaki's in a big rush... What does he want from me at a time like this? Before long...we reached the corridor of the venue. Midway through the corridor the door to the storage room for the collection was slightly afar. I took a peek and there were a lot of clothes placed in the room. Uzumaki did more than one dress? He looked liked he worked so hard on these. Wow... "What are you doing?" As I stood there admiring the clothes, Uzumaki pulled me by the arm.

Uzumaki was standing in front of a heavy door. The low drones of music, murmurs of the crowd. So the venue's up ahead. I looked at the door feeling a bit nervous...when he grabbed me from behind. He didn't say a word. "Huh?" A scent of his perfume and the arms of a familiar suit around my body. I knew Uzumaki was holding me in his arms. No matter what I was thinking about, I had to get used to it. We went inside the VIP room and sat down in the front.

What jumped into my ears first were the low drones of music. And people, after people, after people...! So many... People of all ages in various kinds of clothes, all focused on the stage. The models will now strut the runway...in clothes Uzumaki made himself. Simply thrilling. The announcement declared the show open. As the music increased in volume... Uzumaki's lips closed in on my ear. "Even if you're doing it for work...you can't just flash smiles at everybody just because everyone else is doing it." "Huh?" I couldn't hear him too well because of the noise...

When I tried to ask him to repeat what he said, Uzumaki pointed at the runway. And the next minute... "Wow..." I let out a sigh. Gorgeous models appeared on the stage. Models in Uzumaki's designs graced the runway to music. "It's beautiful..." I caught a breath. Oh, that... A model appeared strutting in the dress I helped the fitting for. "Some familiar dresses too, right?" Uzumaki slipped his arm on my waist as he said this. "You looked better in it, right?" I looked up at his unusually heightened voice. My eyes locked with Uzumaki's fierce eyes.

"No, don't...mess with me." I turned away, not knowing what to do. Uzumaki shot back. "You should know I'm not good at flattery by now." I didn't say a word. I pretended I couldn't hear him and focused on the stage. The new brand presentation was a big success. I wonder what happened. I couldn't stand him when I first met him. Uzumaki started to occupy my mind more and more...

The day after the presentation... Everyone outside of their houses was still caught up with excitement of it all. I want to get involved more with Uzumaki's work. Such a desire had taken root in me. However, that would be stretching the bounds of volunteering of his designs a bit far. I'm already done with training and there'll be no more practice. I gave myself all sorts of excuses like that and...asked Uzumaki's assistant if there was anything I could help with his designs. I was asked to put the stock room in order.

"This goes here...and..." I began pulling out and putting away the many design drawings in the stock room...moving and filing them. As I continued empty spaces started emerging bit by bit. Just then... "Aaah!" Several drawings fell on me. Yellowing pages must mean they're old designs. I flipped through several of them. Maybe the lines were a bit rough, but the designs were all very beautiful. Wonder whose designs they are? It's signed..Uz...u... Maybe Uzumaki's? That was when the door opened. A large clang resounded.

My heart skipped a beat...but I wasn't doing anything wrong. As if to hide the stirrings of my heart...I unconsciously hid the drawings on a book shelf nearby. "Hi, Uzumaki." I greeted happily. "You know you don't have to clean the stock room, right?" He stared at me coldly. "But I wanted to help in some way..." Uzumaki let out a slight sigh and approached me.

"What did you hide just now?"

"Nothing..."

Uzumaki reached his arm out to the shelf. I stood in front of the shelf to hide the drawings when... "Eep!" I ended up tripping on something. Uzumaki didn't say a word, but he caught me in time with his arms...but I lost my balance until I was pushed against the shelf. And none other than the drawing I had hidden earlier comes fluttering down on us. "This is...?" "I'm sorry. These are your old drawings. This is yours, isn't it? Your earlier work? Before you were training me?" "You were looking at this?" I looked down in shame. "I'm so sorry, I hid it."

Uzumaki narrowed his eyes and stared at me with heated eyes. "Such an adorable face...is against the rules, right?" "Huh?" That said, Uzumaki closed in on me... "...?!" I didn't know what happened for a moment. Uzumaki pushed my body further into the shelf...and simply kissed me there. I must have lost my balance when I was pushed against the shelf. Other drawings came fluttering down, too.

The calm and collected Uzumaki I knew wasn't here. Time and time again, and from various angles, his lips searched mine. "Hyuga..." "...Ah." Needing to gasp for air between kisses... I opened my mouth for oxygen. Uzumaki's tongue sneaked in from the gaps between my lips. Uzumaki's hot hands held my arms down and I couldn't move at all. "Hyuga, why do you..." In between the sweet whispers...my head got dizzy being kissed over and over again.

Uzumaki's muscular masculine arm slipped around my waist and yanked me toward him. His other hand caressed me up from the side to my breast... No, don't... I squeezed Uzumaki's arm. He broke apart from my lips. We stared at each other for a while and I... "...I've got to pick them up." Uzumaki seemed to realize what he'd done. Embarrassed, he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled himself away from me.

"Why?" I asked him, and Uzumaki knitted his brows in distress. "...I don't know." Uzumaki ran his fingers through his hair again and narrowed his eyes. His voice sounded sweet and husky as I turned away. "All this...and we're not even going out." "Hyuga..." "And besides, Uzumaki..." I was completely confused. As I said such things to reproach him... "Mr. Uzumaki...?" As the voice called out to him, Uzumaki jumped away from me. My cheeks were hot. They had to be flushing red.

How was Uzumaki doing...?

Lolz you guys were probably waiting for that. Well, I don't blame you, cause I was waiting too~ just to let you all know that this story is not over! Not even close! Bai-nii~