An Embarrassing Moment (Prétear, Sasame/Mawata, theme #19)
Title: An Embarrassing Moment
Author: Amm (SoulSeeker)
Pairing: Awayuki Mawata/Sasame
Fandom: Prétear
Theme: #19-red
Rating: For Everyone (PG)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Prétear. I am just playing ‘Barbie’ with them, cause god knows they’re a lot more fun than real Barbies.
Summary: Sasame…what do those red lights mean?
The first day of spring.
It was a beautiful day indeed, and most people enjoyed it; save for of course those who had allergies to contend with, but Mawata wasn’t one them. She really didn’t care either way, though; unless something memorable actually happened, a day was just another day no matter how she looked at it.
“Hey Mawata? Did you hear me?”
Mawata blinked and turned to Himeno, not even realizing she was being talked to. She seemed to have a lot on her mind-a lot of the time. “Oh, no…I didn’t…what did you say?”
Himeno chuckled at the response. “S’okay,” she replied. “I was just asking how your day was.”
They finally walked through the gates of the Awayuki mansion and continued on, approaching the house together like they usually did after school.
“Oh.” Mawata thought of her day, mentally fast-forwarding through it in her head to see if there was anything worth mentioning, and then she simply shrugged. “It was okay.”
Himeno decided not to prod further and she let the subject drop; after all, if there was anything she wanted to tell her, she surely would’ve done it already. She had a habit of being nosy, and knowing that this annoyed Mawata, she was trying to stop. They finally reached the house, and Natsue was there to greet them at the door. She seemed happy that day.
“Hello there, girls. I trust you had a good day at school today?” She stepped out of the door way to allow for the two to enter, and watched as they set down their things and take of their shoes. Himeno had disappeared into the kitchen then, most likely to get herself a snack. “Oh and Mawata, dear, you got a call from someone earlier…”
And with that, Natsue had a firm grip on Mawata’s attention. “Who, mom?”
The woman looked thoughtful as she put her hand to her chin. “I think it was…Sasame?” she uttered unsurely. “Yeah…yeah that was him! He said he needed your help with something…Wouldn’t tell me what it was, though. Do you know this guy, hun?”
Mawata raised an eyebrow slightly. “Know him? Yes. Know why he would call me-or what he would need my help with? Definitely not.” She shrugged. “What else did he say?”
Her mother bobbed her head back and forth, again in thought. “I think he said something about wanting you to meet him. At the park near the radio station in town,” she said.
Mawata nodded. “I know where that is.”
“Are you sure you should go? I mean, I don’t even know this guy, Mawata…” her mother replied in a concerned tone.
“Know who?”
Himeno had waltzed back into the room with two cookies in her hand, and both had turned their attention to her. “Sasame,” Mawata answered.
She giggled. “Oh, you know Sasame, mom. The famous radio personality Mawata’s in love with?” Himeno teased her with a smirk, and she seemed to ignore the death glares she was getting from her sister in the process. Her mother chuckled.
“Well, if you can get there, and you know this guy then I’ll trust you, dear,” Natsue told Mawata. She gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before making her way into the kitchen. “Just be home soon, and take your cell phone with you.”
Mawata nodded; she felt like a child again, but at least her mother was letting her go. “What time did he say to meet him there?” She followed her mother into a kitchen so she could hear her-that, and realized how scrumptious the cookies had looked when Himeno had them.
“Oh…in about…negative five minutes?” Natsue grinned, looking at the clock. Mawata had just bit into a newly acquired cookie, and she nearly spat it all back out when she heard her mother’s words.
“What?” She fought to keep the food in her mouth and swallowed hard, as she peered over to the clock. “Gee, thanks for telling me mom!”
Within moments, she bolted out the door, her mother’s giggling ringing in her head.
She recognized the snow-white hair from a mile away and in the end, she had been about fifteen minutes late. Not that Sasame seemed to mind at all. He had been patiently waiting and turned his attention to Mawata when he heard her approach, panting.
“Sorry,” was the first word to come out of her mouth, and it was received with a warm smile.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sasame replied. He stood up and brushed himself off casually. “I’m a patient person.”
She began to follow him as he walked off, assuming that he was going back to the radio station. She remained quiet and naturally did not say a thing unless it was a response to someone else who had said something first. She couldn’t help it though; she just had to know.
“So-you need my ‘help’ with something?” she asked finally.
His lips curled into a smirk. “I was wondering when you were going to ask,” he replied. “Yes-as a matter of fact I do.”
Mawata blinked. “Er…you plan on telling me what it is?” She raised an eyebrow; part of her was curious as to why he picked her of all people to ask-and another part could’ve cared less, being happy that she was even with him.
“I need you to help me with some fan mail,” he stated bluntly, as he opened the door to the radio station. “…and maybe with some organizing.”
There were papers on the floor that had fallen off of his desk; envelopes upon envelopes of what she assumed to be fan mail-unopened-were also scattered across the floor, and for the moment, Mawata wondered how the man had even kept his job with his workplace in that condition. She folded his arms and narrowed her eyes at him.
“You expect me to help you with this?” Mawata asked accusingly. “I’m not exactly your maid, you know.”
“I know,” Sasame replied. “But…it needs a woman’s touch…”
“You could’ve asked Himeno.”
“I didn’t want Himeno.”
Mawata stared at him in wonder and raised an eyebrow at him; the man had an interesting choice of words, and she couldn’t help but ponder what he meant.
“…to help me with this,” the Knight of Sound added quickly. “I never really saw her as the kind of girl to be doing this kind of thing.” Sasame began to pick up the letters from his fans that had been on his floor and put them in a big box he had on his chair. Mawata followed suit.
“And I suppose I am?” she asked.
Sasame smiled at her. “You’re doing fine to me,” he remarked. She gave him a Look, one of sarcasm with a hint of amusement.
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she informed him coldly.
“I’m aware…”
Yet she continued to help him, in utter silence. All that could be heard was the shuffling of the envelopes and the paper. It didn’t even bother Sasame that Mawata had, in a sense, inherited Himeno’s nosiness and had been peeking at some of the letters that had been opened. She would never admit it, but somewhere inside, her eyes were looking for her own letters.
“You’ve changed a lot since the Princess of Disaster incident, haven’t you…”
Mawata stared up at him, and saw that he was flipping through postcards-the very ones she had been looking for. Her eyes widened. “Are those-?” She stood up and began to read her very own words over his shoulder; he was right. Awayuki Mawata was nothing like this Miss Silk character she had claimed to be so long ago. “Yeah, I guess I have…”
Sasame put the postcards back in his drawer-probably about the only place in the room that wasn’t messy. He stood in front of her now, and his gaze was almost beginning to make her uncomfortable. She stepped back a few paces, but soon found herself against-something-and had to stop.
“You know, Himeno once told me you loved me. I wonder-has that changed?”
She looked away from him and shut her eyes, and she could feel her breathing get heavier. “No…”
Her eyes widened. What evil, sadistic, twisted voice in her head had told her to say THAT?
Sasame put a hand on her chin and turned her face to meet his. “So then you still…after all this time, you still…”
“Yes…yes, yes! Please just st-” It was just then that she realized she hadn’t been breathing. She gasped for air and then her eyes had gotten so wide they had begun to feel dry. “Sasame…what…” She lifted up her hand slowly, feeling it shake, and pointed to something behind him. “What do those red lights mean?”
“Huh?” Sasame had turned his head to look behind him, and indeed, there were the red lights, flashing, blinking at him, as if to say ‘you’re in HUGE trouble.’ They were callers…and the lights were coming from the buttons that were used to accept the different calls on each line. He had heard of embarrassing moments, but this was a little bit much. His heart began to race; how had it happened? And more importantly, when?
He reached his hand behind Mawata and she heard the click of a switch; but the red lights were still blinking. He was breathing heavily too now, and that certainly was not a good sign. The Leafe Knight of Sound took a deep breath.
“Mawata…” he muttered softly. “Do you know how long we’ve been on the air…?”
A/N: It’s been a while! n.n Hope you guys enjoyed this. I know I don’t post often for this couple, but I don’t know. Lately my muse has kind of been picking up again, so hopefully that will change.
Also posted to 30 Kisses: Sasame and Mawata and ammchan, my personal journal.
Author: Amm (SoulSeeker)
Pairing: Awayuki Mawata/Sasame
Fandom: Prétear
Theme: #19-red
Rating: For Everyone (PG)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Prétear. I am just playing ‘Barbie’ with them, cause god knows they’re a lot more fun than real Barbies.
Summary: Sasame…what do those red lights mean?
The first day of spring.
It was a beautiful day indeed, and most people enjoyed it; save for of course those who had allergies to contend with, but Mawata wasn’t one them. She really didn’t care either way, though; unless something memorable actually happened, a day was just another day no matter how she looked at it.
“Hey Mawata? Did you hear me?”
Mawata blinked and turned to Himeno, not even realizing she was being talked to. She seemed to have a lot on her mind-a lot of the time. “Oh, no…I didn’t…what did you say?”
Himeno chuckled at the response. “S’okay,” she replied. “I was just asking how your day was.”
They finally walked through the gates of the Awayuki mansion and continued on, approaching the house together like they usually did after school.
“Oh.” Mawata thought of her day, mentally fast-forwarding through it in her head to see if there was anything worth mentioning, and then she simply shrugged. “It was okay.”
Himeno decided not to prod further and she let the subject drop; after all, if there was anything she wanted to tell her, she surely would’ve done it already. She had a habit of being nosy, and knowing that this annoyed Mawata, she was trying to stop. They finally reached the house, and Natsue was there to greet them at the door. She seemed happy that day.
“Hello there, girls. I trust you had a good day at school today?” She stepped out of the door way to allow for the two to enter, and watched as they set down their things and take of their shoes. Himeno had disappeared into the kitchen then, most likely to get herself a snack. “Oh and Mawata, dear, you got a call from someone earlier…”
And with that, Natsue had a firm grip on Mawata’s attention. “Who, mom?”
The woman looked thoughtful as she put her hand to her chin. “I think it was…Sasame?” she uttered unsurely. “Yeah…yeah that was him! He said he needed your help with something…Wouldn’t tell me what it was, though. Do you know this guy, hun?”
Mawata raised an eyebrow slightly. “Know him? Yes. Know why he would call me-or what he would need my help with? Definitely not.” She shrugged. “What else did he say?”
Her mother bobbed her head back and forth, again in thought. “I think he said something about wanting you to meet him. At the park near the radio station in town,” she said.
Mawata nodded. “I know where that is.”
“Are you sure you should go? I mean, I don’t even know this guy, Mawata…” her mother replied in a concerned tone.
“Know who?”
Himeno had waltzed back into the room with two cookies in her hand, and both had turned their attention to her. “Sasame,” Mawata answered.
She giggled. “Oh, you know Sasame, mom. The famous radio personality Mawata’s in love with?” Himeno teased her with a smirk, and she seemed to ignore the death glares she was getting from her sister in the process. Her mother chuckled.
“Well, if you can get there, and you know this guy then I’ll trust you, dear,” Natsue told Mawata. She gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before making her way into the kitchen. “Just be home soon, and take your cell phone with you.”
Mawata nodded; she felt like a child again, but at least her mother was letting her go. “What time did he say to meet him there?” She followed her mother into a kitchen so she could hear her-that, and realized how scrumptious the cookies had looked when Himeno had them.
“Oh…in about…negative five minutes?” Natsue grinned, looking at the clock. Mawata had just bit into a newly acquired cookie, and she nearly spat it all back out when she heard her mother’s words.
“What?” She fought to keep the food in her mouth and swallowed hard, as she peered over to the clock. “Gee, thanks for telling me mom!”
Within moments, she bolted out the door, her mother’s giggling ringing in her head.
She recognized the snow-white hair from a mile away and in the end, she had been about fifteen minutes late. Not that Sasame seemed to mind at all. He had been patiently waiting and turned his attention to Mawata when he heard her approach, panting.
“Sorry,” was the first word to come out of her mouth, and it was received with a warm smile.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sasame replied. He stood up and brushed himself off casually. “I’m a patient person.”
She began to follow him as he walked off, assuming that he was going back to the radio station. She remained quiet and naturally did not say a thing unless it was a response to someone else who had said something first. She couldn’t help it though; she just had to know.
“So-you need my ‘help’ with something?” she asked finally.
His lips curled into a smirk. “I was wondering when you were going to ask,” he replied. “Yes-as a matter of fact I do.”
Mawata blinked. “Er…you plan on telling me what it is?” She raised an eyebrow; part of her was curious as to why he picked her of all people to ask-and another part could’ve cared less, being happy that she was even with him.
“I need you to help me with some fan mail,” he stated bluntly, as he opened the door to the radio station. “…and maybe with some organizing.”
There were papers on the floor that had fallen off of his desk; envelopes upon envelopes of what she assumed to be fan mail-unopened-were also scattered across the floor, and for the moment, Mawata wondered how the man had even kept his job with his workplace in that condition. She folded his arms and narrowed her eyes at him.
“You expect me to help you with this?” Mawata asked accusingly. “I’m not exactly your maid, you know.”
“I know,” Sasame replied. “But…it needs a woman’s touch…”
“You could’ve asked Himeno.”
“I didn’t want Himeno.”
Mawata stared at him in wonder and raised an eyebrow at him; the man had an interesting choice of words, and she couldn’t help but ponder what he meant.
“…to help me with this,” the Knight of Sound added quickly. “I never really saw her as the kind of girl to be doing this kind of thing.” Sasame began to pick up the letters from his fans that had been on his floor and put them in a big box he had on his chair. Mawata followed suit.
“And I suppose I am?” she asked.
Sasame smiled at her. “You’re doing fine to me,” he remarked. She gave him a Look, one of sarcasm with a hint of amusement.
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she informed him coldly.
“I’m aware…”
Yet she continued to help him, in utter silence. All that could be heard was the shuffling of the envelopes and the paper. It didn’t even bother Sasame that Mawata had, in a sense, inherited Himeno’s nosiness and had been peeking at some of the letters that had been opened. She would never admit it, but somewhere inside, her eyes were looking for her own letters.
“You’ve changed a lot since the Princess of Disaster incident, haven’t you…”
Mawata stared up at him, and saw that he was flipping through postcards-the very ones she had been looking for. Her eyes widened. “Are those-?” She stood up and began to read her very own words over his shoulder; he was right. Awayuki Mawata was nothing like this Miss Silk character she had claimed to be so long ago. “Yeah, I guess I have…”
Sasame put the postcards back in his drawer-probably about the only place in the room that wasn’t messy. He stood in front of her now, and his gaze was almost beginning to make her uncomfortable. She stepped back a few paces, but soon found herself against-something-and had to stop.
“You know, Himeno once told me you loved me. I wonder-has that changed?”
She looked away from him and shut her eyes, and she could feel her breathing get heavier. “No…”
Her eyes widened. What evil, sadistic, twisted voice in her head had told her to say THAT?
Sasame put a hand on her chin and turned her face to meet his. “So then you still…after all this time, you still…”
“Yes…yes, yes! Please just st-” It was just then that she realized she hadn’t been breathing. She gasped for air and then her eyes had gotten so wide they had begun to feel dry. “Sasame…what…” She lifted up her hand slowly, feeling it shake, and pointed to something behind him. “What do those red lights mean?”
“Huh?” Sasame had turned his head to look behind him, and indeed, there were the red lights, flashing, blinking at him, as if to say ‘you’re in HUGE trouble.’ They were callers…and the lights were coming from the buttons that were used to accept the different calls on each line. He had heard of embarrassing moments, but this was a little bit much. His heart began to race; how had it happened? And more importantly, when?
He reached his hand behind Mawata and she heard the click of a switch; but the red lights were still blinking. He was breathing heavily too now, and that certainly was not a good sign. The Leafe Knight of Sound took a deep breath.
“Mawata…” he muttered softly. “Do you know how long we’ve been on the air…?”
A/N: It’s been a while! n.n Hope you guys enjoyed this. I know I don’t post often for this couple, but I don’t know. Lately my muse has kind of been picking up again, so hopefully that will change.
Also posted to 30 Kisses: Sasame and Mawata and ammchan, my personal journal.