SEVERAL YEARS LATER…
"Tokyo…" I muttered as the plane started landing. It's been years since I was here last… I somehow persuaded my parents for me to come back… And in exchange, I was to finish college and maybe look for a job? I have to get money somehow if I was going to stay here for a while. I just hope I can find 'him' once again…
(Ring)
"Hey Ranko." I answered. Ranko was the first girl that talked to me when I started school besides the boys of course. She graduated early and now is a reporter. Since our parents had to work together, we had each other's numbers. I mean like, I have the guys' numbers as well… Um… Their home phone numbers I mean… (Sigh) Since they're older than me, (Besides Hiro of course…) I'm pretty sure either they don't live with their parents or maybe they already have their own cellphones by now… Those numbers are now useless… Which reminds me… I never got the chance to tell Ranko about the guys…
"Hey Kikyan, are you in Japan yet?" Ranko asked.
"Yeah…" I replied.
"Wait there okay?" Ranko said. "I'll pick you up."
"Alright thanks." We hung up and I sat down on a nearby bench. Long before the trip started, I decided to wear a short light blue dress (Dark blue belt) and a short white cardigan. My chestnut hair was in waves and I had on silver dangling earrings. And for my shoes, I wore white flat shoes. Feels like I'm on a date… I wonder… Did he find someone else? It's been like several years after all… Please… I hope you didn't forget about me…
"Kikyan!" A voice exclaimed.
I turned around and smiled. "Ranko!"
"Oh my god! It's been years! How have you been?" Ranko hugged me and bombarded me with questions. "I almost didn't recognize you!"
"Haha… I've been well." I lied.
"Come on! Let's get out of here!" Ranko linked her arm with mine. "Let's go eat somewhere, I'm starving."
"Alright."
"But first, we'll drop off your luggage at my house." We stopped by her house and dropped off my stuff. Then, she started suggesting a place to eat lunch. "How about Le Renard Noir? I've always wanted to try out that place…"
"Sounds good." I laughed and we left to Le Renard Noir, not knowing that my childhood friends are there… Including him…
SEVERAL MINUTES LATER…
(DING) The bell on the door chimed beautifully as we walked in.
"Welcome! Please sit wherever you like!" The one who looks like the boss exclaimed. When his eyes met mine, he froze.
"Um… Is something wrong?" I asked.
"N-No… Sorry…" His gaze drops and he continues cooking.
(DING) I glanced up and saw 4 more boys walking in.
"Hey boss." One said.
"Guys! Come here!" The Boss dragged all of them into the kitchen.
"What the-" The blonde one started complaining.
Huh… Wonder what's his problem.
"Something wrong?" Ranko asked with concern.
"Oh no… It's nothing." I faked a laugh then glued my eye to the TV.
'An artifact from another museum was once again stolen by the Black Foxes…'
"Black Foxes? Who are they?" I asked.
"How the hell does she not know who the Black Foxes are?!" A voice whispered.
"Huh?" I turned around and the blonde one quickly looked at his computer.
I can feel someone still watching me…
"Hello ladies, have you decided what you wanted to order?" The black haired boy asked us. I glanced down towards the menu. I swore to myself that I'll only look at 'him…' Not any other boy.
"Yes." Ranko replied and gave him our orders.
Several minutes after the food arrived, I asked Ranko, "Ranko, who are the Black Foxes?"
"Ahh right… You weren't here when they appeared… They're the world's most famous thieves. They steal artifacts and return them to their rightful owners. Since I'm a reporter, I'm dying to write a report about them! Also, I wish I could see what they look like…" She whispered the last sentence and gulped down a beer.
"So nobody saw them before?" I questioned.
"Their planning is complicated! There's a 50/50 chance to see them! It would be a rare sight to be able to meet them!" Ranko exclaimed a little too loudly.
"I think you had a little too much Ranko…" I muttered.
"You think so?" Ranko laughed. "…Maybe I have…" She rested her head on the table.
"I'll call a taxi for you. You need to sober up." I yanked out my cellphone and dialed a taxi number.
"Kikyan! The world is spinning…" Ranko stared at the ceiling like an enthusiastic child.
If Takuto was here… He would've said, 'What a pain in the ass…' (Even though we were all very young, yes, he used that kind language back then…)
"Ranko! Don't yell in my ear." I hissed.
(CLANG)
Huh?! I turned around and the one with black hair looked at me with shock. The clean washed plate that he was holding was now in pieces scattered by his feet.
"Are you alright?!" I walked over to him.
"U-uh yeah..." He knelt down to pick up the pieces. "Oww…" He muttered. I looked at his bleeding hand.
"Hey…" I knelt in front of him and gently grabbed his hand.
"Huh?!" He tried to pull back, but I held onto his hand.
"Hold still…" I took out my handkerchief and carefully wrapped it around his hand. "There…" I picked up the rest of the chipped pieces and threw them away. When I came back, he was staring at my bracelet. When he saw me looking, he quickly bowed.
"Thanks…" He said.
"No problem." I smiled and returned to Ranko. I wonder how he dropped it in the first place…
"Are we going yet Kikyan?" Ranko asked once I stood next to her. "I already paid for the bill."
"You didn't have to do that. I could've paid for it." I told her.
"Don't be silly! I invited you, so of course I'm gonna pay." Ranko started for the door and I held onto her in case she collapses. Then we left Le Renard Noir.
MEANWHILE, WITH THE BOYS…
(After the girls left…)
"Riki, what happened to your hand?" Hiro asked when he saw the handkerchief.
"I cut myself… With a plate…" Riki answered.
"You gotta be kidding me… I just bought these plates…" Atsumu complained and sighed.
"Whose handkerchief is that? There's no way a man would be using that…" Takuto snickered.
Riki looked at the white laced handkerchief. "Shoot…" He tried to take it off.
"Hey, what are you doing!?" Kenshi exclaimed with shock.
"No… I swore to myself I'd never touch any other woman…" Riki muttered helplessly.
"She touched you first…" Hiro looked down.
"Um… Anyway, how did that happen?" Kenshi asked. "How did you cut yourself?"
"Her name… Reminds me of…" Riki muttered sadly and his gaze drops to the floor.
"Kikyan?" Takuto questioned.
"Yeah…" Riki replied without looking up.
"A lot of years have passed…" Atsumu sighed.
"She probably forgot about us…" Kenshi stated.
"…That bracelet…" Riki whispered to himself.
"What?" Hiro stared at him with puzzlement.
"That bracelet that she was wearing…" Riki said again.
"What about it?" Takuto questioned.
"…It had my initials on it…"
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