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Hiyii! Wow! This is my second fic! Hope you like it…sorry if it really isn’t a big WOW…this is just about my second so forgive me. You can flame me here: chi_chan1012@hushmail.com or cute_goddess4@lovemail.com
Oi! If you really hurt me…personally. I know the web mistress…(not exactly) I’ll ask her to hunt you down.
~~~
At the Arcade, a famous
hang out for those wandering teens who need a break from school, at around
about 2:30 p.m. on a Tuesday afternoon, Tokiya Mikagami and Recca Hanabishi
were talking about nothing in particular.
Then the doors opened and a cheery ray of sunshine bounces in the door.
"Hi Recca!" Fuuko Kirisawa called cheerfully.
At the far end corner, Tokiya grumbles, “Now isn’t that polite of her? Saying hello isn’t too hard too do is it?”
"Hey Fuuko, how's it going?" Recca says.
"Everything is absolutely perfect, I'm so happy!" She smiles.
"And why would that be Tommy Boy?" Tokiya inquired.
"Ooooh Tokiya would you stop calling me that! My name is Fuuko,
“FUU-KO, F-U-U-K-O!" She retorted.
"Okay, I get the point, TO-MMY-BOY!" he replies back.
"Ooooh! As if I would tell you anything anyway, you're such a jerk wad!" Fuuko shot back. "If he doesn't leave me alone I'm gonna bite his head off!" Fuuko thought maliciously.
"Okay, you two, cut it out, you're acting like a bunch of two-year-olds!" Recca interfered.
"He started it!" Fuuko went on.
"Oh, that sounded so mature Tommy Boy." Tokiya cooed tauntingly.
"Why can't you just drop the name and leave me alone!" Fuuko cried.
"Is that what she really
wants me to do," Tokiya thought, "I hope not. . .hold on, wait a sec, where
did that come from?"
"Anyways the reason why I'm so happy is because I'm going to a wedding this Saturday with a really great guy named Raiha." She beamed.
"You mean some guy actually wants to go with YOU, how ugly is this guy? And I hope you don't mean the wedding between Neon and Kurei."
"That's exactly the one I mean and why do you have to be so mean to me anyway? I never did anything to you, I wish I had never met you!" Fuuko grumbled as she ran out the door of the arcade with steam coming out of her ears.
"WHACK!!" Was the sound that reverberated throughout the arcade as Recca’s hand connected with the back of Tokiya's head.
"Ow, what the hell was that for!" Tokiya grumbled massaging his lump.
"For what you just did to Fuuko, anta no baka! You made her angry! She was happy in a relationship and you just had to go ruin it didn't you!"
"Geez, I'm sorry would you stop yelling!" Tokiya retorted.
"NO! You went too far this time buster, I'm not even sure I want to be your friend anymore!" Recca thundered.
"Well fine then, I'll leave!"
"Good!" Recca snapped angrily.
~~~
As soon as he was out
of the arcade, he began walking towards the direction of where Fuuko ran
off to. He might as well just apologize to her
“Recca's never gonna talk to me again," thought Tokiya.
"Wait a sec, I don't even know where she lives." He muttered out loud. Then a bright idea hit him and he walked to the nearest pay-phone he knew of.
Tokiya scanned the names of the various residents in Tokyo.
"Aha! Here it is, Kirisawa,
Fuuko. 17055 South Blossom Drive Avenue." He then set off for his
destination.
~~~
Fuuko rushed out of
the arcade as fast as she could. Every one Tokiya’s words had cut
into her like a thousand steel knives.
"Why do I care so much what he thinks about me anyway?" She thought angrily.
"Because you like him!" Her heart replied.
It was true, Fuuko realized and sighed resignedly. "Tough chance of him ever liking me, he hates me." She breathed.
Then the tears began again and she ran all the way home never once colliding into anybody.
~~~
When she got there she ran in and up the stairs into her bedroom sniffling loudly. "Fuuko, are you okay?" She heard Sakoshita Yanagi ask through her bedroom door.
"No Yanagi, but I will be."
"Okay Fuuko, if you need something just call me." Yanagi said worriedly.
“Oi, Yanagi-san. What’s the matter with Fuu-chan?” Kaoru Koganei asked coming out with a bowl of ice cream.
Yanagi smiled. “On my opinion, it’s got something to do with Tokiya again. Don’t you think that they’re practiclally forming a—“
Kaoru interrupted her. “Pattern? Yeah. I noticed it too.”
Koaru looked at the closed bedroom door of Fuuko and sighed worriedly.
~~~
Tokiya had finally made
it to Fuuko's house.
He knocked on the door firmly. "Just a minute!" He heard a female voice shout.
There was running and two arguing voices behind the door.
He thought it sounded like Fuuko but then as soon as the door opened, he thought wrong. But he wasn’t wrong with the second voice. It was Kaoru and Fuuko’s live-in, Sakoshita Yanagi.
"Oh hey Tokiya! What do you want?" Yanagi asked.
Kaoru eyed him skeptically. Though he knew Tokiya, he still called him the Fridge Master.
"Is Fuuko here? I need to talk to her." Tokiya blurted impatiently.
“Got any reason why you want to see Fuu-chan, Tokiya-san?” Kaoru asked looking at him suspiciously.
“Probably gonna make her cry again.” Kaoru thought sardonically.
Yangi gave Kaoru a gentlye shove towards the kitchen.
As soon as she was back, she smiled mischievously. “State your name and reason, Tokiya.”
Tokiya smiled. "My name's Tokiya."
Kaoru’s voice came through. “REASON!”
Yanagi smiled sheepishly. "Hold on a minute. Come in and sit down." Yanagi answered as he closed the door in Tokiya's face.
~~~
Yanagi knocked on Fuuko's
door and heard a muffled yes in answer.
"There's some guy named Tokiya at the living room for you. Sounds familiar, Fuuko-chan?" Yanagi asked.
"Tell him I never want to see him I don’t want to see his stupid ugly looking face again!" Fuuko stormed.
Yanagi was surprised. “She doesn’t want to see Tokiya?” she thought.
"He's the guy that made you mad isn't he." Kaoru commented peeking from behind Yanagi.
~~~
Fuuko's answer was lost
in thin air as Yanagi and Kaoru ran down the stairs, out the door, Kaoru
hurtled himself at Tokiya and Yanagi gently ushered him outside.
“What’s the big problem Yanagi chan?”
Yanagi smiled gently. “Fuuko wants to be alone for a—“
"You're the guy that made Fuuko mad, you don't even deserve to be able to see her." Kaoru shouted as he pummeled Tokiya's face with his fists.
"Kaoru…STOP!!" Fuuko screeched as she saw Tokiya being beaten to a bloody pulp by her friend and while Yanagi was trying her best to break up the fight.
Fuuko boldly forced Kaoru to stop beating Tokiya while Yanagi gave a silent prayer thanking HIM for a good friend and hero that Fuuko is.
"Fuuko, I need to talk to you." Tokiya begged.
"Leave me alone Tokiya, you've already hurt me enough for one day, so just leave!" Fuuko demanded with renewed anger as she slammed the door to her house.
~~~
The next day when Tokiya
trudged into the arcade a shrill whistle erupted from between Recca’s and
Domon Ishijima’s lips.
"Hey Tokiya, where'd you get that shiner?" Domon was referring to Tokiya's viciously black eye.
"Kaoru. That guy…I underestimated. He’s got strength." Tokiya replied without enthusiasm.
"Why did he do that?" Domon persisted.
"Because he found out I made Fuuko angry." Tokiya replied touching his wound gently.
And the lump that Recca gave him yesterday wasn’t helping him out either.
Just then the doors to the arcade opened and a less than happy dark haired drug herself in the door.
Her hair which were usually soaring behind her were sticking to her neck. Fuuko wearily seated herself in a booth and put her head in her arms.
While this was happening Tokiya was watching those beautiful tendrils of hair slump on the counter and it was like someone had taken a hot branding iron and put it on his chest.
It hurt so much to see Fuuko sad.
"Wait. Why do I keep feeling this?" He asked himself inside his head.
"Because you care for her, anta no baka." screamed his heart and mind with equal force.
Tokiya then realized it was true, he had been so busy teasing Fuuko that he had totally overlooked the fact that he loved her.
"Like she would ever go for me, she's gotta hate me after yesterday." He thought miserably.
When Tokiya was thinking these thoughts, Domon, since he wasn’t here yesterday, was trying to find out what was wrong with Fuuko.
"Hey Fuuko, what's wrong?"
"You wouldn't understand, Domon." Fuuko whispered hoarsly.
"Well you could tell me and I'll try to." Domon persisted.
Recca kept quiet, listening to the conversation. Still not talking to Tokiya.
"You remember that totally great guy I told you about, oh you weren’t here. He’s name is Raiha, and he’s…and well it ended up that he's sick and he can't take me to the wedding so I have to go alone." Fuuko finished.
"Well, why don't you go with Tokiya?" Recca suddenly spoke up.
"Yeah, right. As if he would ever take me. Anyways, I don't want to talk about him, I'm going home.” Fuuko stood up and left.
Domon and Recca went back to the counter by Tokiya.
"Hey Frank, what was all that about?" Tokiya asked.
"That was Fuuko telling me she doesn't want to talk about you." Recca retorted, suddenly talking to him once more.
"You really hurt her Tokiya, and now that guy, what’s his name? Oh yeah, Raiha, she was going with is sick which makes it even worse."
Tokiya's amusement died when he heard what Recca had said.
"Do you really think she never wants to talk to me again?" Tokiya asked with worry on his face.
"Oh, she'll forgive you someday, just not anytime soon." Recca answered.
"Oh man, I really blew it this time!"
"You're sprung over her aren't you?" Domon asked
"Yeah, big time." Tokiya whispered in misery.
~~~
Saturday Afternoon.
It was a good thing Fuuko was so desperate for an escort since she needed one. Good thing fro Tokiya since he happened to be available and free that night, he accepted to be the escort.
Courtesy of Yanagi and Kaoru, who were sick of watching Fuuko debating if she should go to the wedding or not, and by Recca and Domon, who were sick of watching Tokiya moping around looking dazed whenever Fuuko passed by.
Fuuko was finally ready to go for the wedding. She wore a hugging formal, forest green dress. It reached the ground and even drug a little. She had a small little clip of daisies on top of her hair. She had left it loose this time. She wanted Tokiya’s jaw to drop when he saw her. She had to make him see that she wasn't a loser and deserved to be loved, despite what he thought of her.
At that same moment Tokiya was also looking himself over for the last time. He was wearing a black tux with a rose in the buttonhole. He had done his hair in the usual style, thinking he didn't need to do anything really special to it. He wanted Fuuko to drool when she saw him. He wanted to prove to her that he was worth forgiving. He needed her so badly he didn't know what he would do if she didn't forgive him. He finally noticed the time and was alarmed because he was going to be late. He was getting as bad as Fuuko.
~~~
At the wedding.
When Fuuko looked around the church to find Tokiya she was surprised she didn't see the pale-haired man.
She was usually the one that was late and him early. Not the other way around. It was time for the guests to sit down so she found a spot where she would have a good view.
When the bridal march started she got really worried because Tokiya wasn't there yet. Then she saw a familiar form sneak into a side door and sit a couple rows back from her.
Tokiya had raced over to the church in order to make it before the wedding started. When he was seated in one of the middle pews in the church he started looking for a certain familiar hairstyle. He was alarmed when he couldn't find it.
"Did she skip the wedding because of me?" He asked himself.
He sincerely hoped not, he wanted to apologize to her really badly. Well, he would find out whether or not she came at the reception. Fuuko never turns down free food.
~~~
At the reception.
Fuuko again looked around for Tokiya at the reception. When she saw him drool immediately formed at the corners of her mouth as he had planned. He looked stunning in that black tuxedo. No wonder at one time he had been a model. If only he would look at her, notice her. Then he did. She blushed as she looked away and pretended to be engrossed in looking at the centerpiece of the table she was sitting at. He couldn't know she had been openly staring at him, not being able to move her eyes off him.
Tokiya turned his head as he felt a tingling at the back of his neck telling him someone was watching him. That's when he saw her, the most amazing, delicate creature on the face of the planet. His jaw dropped just as she had planned. Fuuko was sitting there staring at the centerpiece on her table looking absolutely stunning. The green dress she was wearing was hugging her curves, making his mouth water.
He decided to go over and talk to her.
"Hey Tommy Boy, how's it going?"
"Leave me alone Tokiya." Fuuko hissed.
"Why?"
"Because you're mean and annoying and I hate you!" Fuuko growled as her anger was renewed at the use of the horrible nickname.
"Aw, you're killing me Tommy Boy." Tokiya teased in an annoying tone even though what he said was really true.
With every cruel word that Fuuko was uttering his heart was breaking into a million pieces.
"Can't you get it right! My name is Fuuko! Just once I'd like to hear you call me by my given name, but I guess that will never happen will it?"
With that Fuuko turned and stormed away.
In the middle of her storming Fuuko saw a sight that made all her previous hurts well up again. There danced Raiha with a clingy blue-haired climbing all over him.
"Raiha! I thought you were sick. You said you were sick to get out of going with me!" She looked at the both of them in terror/
"Sorry, but I’m a much better offer." The blue-haired girl said coldly.
When Fuuko heard this she turned to Raiha and saw him look down. Fuuko sniffed back her tears and started running blindly not caring where she went as long as she got away from Ms. Clingyty-cling and Raiha.
Tokiya seeing this horrible spectacle took off after Fuuko as fast as his feet could carry him. When he finally found her she was sitting on a bench under a weeping willow tree.
"How fitting." He thought cynically.
Then he heard her horrible sobs and felt like pounding Raiha into the ground. He hardly saw her cry. It was always that cheerful face that usually covered up her feelings.
"Fuuko." He said as he gently touched her shoulder. "Fuuko, it's okay." She heard Tokiya say as she was engulfed in his strong arms.
"T...Tokiya, why do you hate me so much? Why do mean hate me so much? Am I really as ugly as everyone says I am? Am I really just a big loser?" Fuuko's voice broke on the last word and Tokiya's heart shattered with it.
"Did she really think she was all that stuff?" He wondered. "She must or else she wouldn't have said it." He concluded.
"Fuuko, look at me." He ordered in a soft voice.
When she did he saw the dismal misery in her eyes and his heart hurt even more.
"What Tokiya?" Fuuko questioned.
"You are not a loser! You are not ugly either!" Tokiya urged with emphasis on every word.
"Really? You think so?" She asked with renewed hope in her eyes.
"Yes, I do. In fact, I think you are the most beautiful, stunning, irresistible person on this earth. Don't ever think you're a loser, cause you're not. You're kind and considerate and will do anything to get a smile out of a friend and I love you for it."
"You really love me?" Fuuko exclaimed with disbelief in her voice.
"Isn't that what I just said?" Tokiya answered softly, embarrassed that he had just revealed a part of himself to her.
"I love you too!" She replied as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. He tipped her chin up and kissed her passionately, pouring all the love he felt for her into one kiss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I now pronounce you man and wife." The priest said and, you may say while though, Tokiya proudly kissed his new blushing bride to the uproarious applause of the guests in the church.
Who would have thought
that they would end up like this? His Fuuko had agreed to marry him. He
was still in shock. He led her back down the aisle and out of the church
to start their new life together.
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