Chapter 11
Hi everyone! here's chapter 11! This chapter was hard to write......... forgive me kame T-T I had to crush my dreams to do this. Sighhh.....
Ok, here's a legend of what character is who:
Nakamaru - Shuji Matsumoto
Kame - Ryuu Kurosawa
Jin - Hayato Kiritani
Junno - Miura Saburo
Ueda - Hime Uebo
Koki - Yuya Ishida
Chapter 11
“Can’t we stop already? We’ve been at it for an hour already and I’m still jet-lagged!” said a voice.
Please don’t let them see me… Please don’t let them see me… I thought to myself. Please don’t let them see me… I closed my eyes and buried my face on the floor, hoping and wishing with all my might to disappear.
“We just arrived in Canada 11 hours ago, why do we have to work this hard today and THIS late?” asked another voice.
“We would’ve been done earlier, but some people decided to get lost…” answered a third voice.
“It’s not my fault!” shot the first voice, “It’s his! He just HAD to put his game before us!”
“My batteries were about to die! I HAD to get some batteries or else I would have to start all over again!”
I opened my eyes. “Wait a minute,” I whispered to myself, “I’ve heard that voice before…Tall-boy?”
Rather than anxiety, I began to feel something else-relief.
“Thank god…” I whispered to myself.
My muscles had begun to loosen. I smiled. I began to slow sit up and peeked my head out from the gap the two chairs I hid under made.
My smile faded away and instead, my jaw dropped. I was no longer calm and anxiety once again had built up. However, this wasn’t the thinking-I’m-going-to-die-type of anxiety. This was the oh-my-god-type of anxiety.
“No way,” I whispered to myself, “Are you serious?”
I was almost as if I died and experienced some type of enlightenment.
“This has got to be heaven…” I told myself.
Right in front of me, on the stage, were five men of the heavenly six group, who are equally attractive in their own way; my dream, my hope (one was missing, but it’s okay). The people who had changed my life after Mikki had lent me her CDs-MUSIKK.
My eyes searched the stage. “Where’s Jingle-boy?” I asked. Maybe I was hearing things.
“Fine!” shot the third voice, “We’ll do it one more time, then we’ll go.” My eyes immediately searched for that person. When my eyes found him, my heart had stopped and my stomach dropped. My breathing became heavy and quick.
“Ryuu Kurosawa…” I whispered.
As Ryuu walked around on the stage, I burned every single detail of him into my mind-the way he moved, how his hair was, the way he talked and most of all, the way he looked.
“Matsumoto-kun,” Ryuu called, “Come on, we’ll take it from the top. Get your harness on.” Ryuu walked to the far back corner of the stage and sat down.
“Again?!” shouted Shuji Matsumoto-the beat boxing mother of the group.
“Stop complaining and just do it…” said another voice.
My eyes searched for the voice I just heard. It was Hime Uebo-the princess.
“Damn…” I whispered, “He’s even prettier in real life…”
Hime Uebo was standing next to Ryuu, leaning on the wall. He flicked his bangs off his face. I blushed.
“So pretty…” I whispered in awe.
“Alright!” shouted Ryuu, “Take it from the top! START THE MUSIC!”
“Wow,” I whispered, “He IS a workaholic.”
“YOSH!” screamed Shuji Matsumoto, “Here I go!”
With that, Matsumoto ran off the stage and began to fly around with his harness.
It didn’t occur to me until after he flew over me that I’m not supposed to be there. So, I dropped to the floor once again and tried my best to hide, which was unsuccessful.
After a minute or so, the music stopped due to Matsumoto’s screaming.
“Hey! Get me down!” screamed Matsumoto, in the air, “There’s someone here!”
OH SHIT! I thought to myself.
As Matsumoto continued to fly in the air, the music stopped.
“HEY! WHOEVER IS THERE, SHOW YOURSELF!” Anger was in Ryuu’s voice. He was probably upset that the rehearsal was interrupted. I chose to stay hidden because I felt bad for disturbing my Ryuu’s show. Maybe he’ll ignore me…
“I’LL CALL THE COPS!” Ryuu threatened.
My heart sank. This isn’t right… Ryuu was scaring me. My image of him was beginning to change. I understand that this was his jobs, but being a total workaholic was completely turning me off and beginning to make me detest him.
I didn’t think Ryuu would be this…arrogant… My dreams began to crash and disappear. Disappointment began to fill my heart and an unbearable pain appeared. My chest hurt-I didn’t like it. I bit my lips and slowly stood up.
I won’t cry…I won’t cry… I told myself. I refuse to cry. But as much as I tried not to cry, the pain got even more unbearable.
I stood up completely straight, biting my lips at the same time. Matsumoto was back on the stage. My face was still looking down at the floor, but my hands were clinging to the sides of my shirt as fists. My hands were shaking from trying not to cry.
“What is your business here?” asked Ryuu, “No one is supposed to be here!”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out, no words, not even useless sound. I didn’t want to talk. When I tried to force out some form of noise, the pain in my chest became unbearable. I was scared that I was going to burst out in tears. I shut my mouth.
“If you don’t tell me why you’re here, then I’ll hand you over to the police…” Ryuu threatened.
Ryuu’s words stabbed me like thousands of knife. It made it even harder not to cry, but I timidly opened my mouth and forced out some sound.
“I-I-I…” My words were full of breath and anxiety, and my throat was dry. It was difficult to speak. I began to hyperventilate. I was right-just with the smallest sound escaping me, I broke down into tears. But even if, I tried hard not to.
My head began to droop down and my shoulders were starting to rise. My eyes and my fists were clenched shut and my fingernails felt like they were digging into the palms of my hand. (Great, more cuts). I heard some weird sounds as well-little squeaky sounds. They were from me-I was crying.
My small squeaks of trying to hold in my sadness echoed in the silent stadium.
“Ne, Ryuu…” Matsumoto whispered, but was echoed by the stadium, “Maybe you were a little too hard on her.”
I could hear Ryuu sigh and click his tongue. I looked up at him.
“This is so troublesome… we can’t get any work done today!” he complained. He then ran his fingers through his hair.
“I’m… I’m… sorry…” I answered in English. My voice cracked when I said ‘sorry.’ The tears were combing back. I quickly shut my mouth to avoid another scene. The stadium was once again silent and filled with my hard breathing.
“No way…” said a familiar voice, “It’s you!”
My head instantly shot up at the voice. “Huh?” was all I could say, but panic was in my voice. My breathing became quicker and harder.
“Hey! Miura! It’s her!”
Miura Saburo was sitting in the back playing his video game. When Yuya Ishida called for him, he was still playing his game, but was walking to stand beside Yuya.
“Who?” Miura asked. Miura then put his game on pause and looked up. His eyes widened.
“Eh! No way! It is you!” his eyes examined me, “What happened to you? You look like a mess!”
“What?” I was confused. How did two members of MUSIKK know me? I’ve never met them before. I searched their faces and gave them a good stare. I looked at Miura first.
“Tall…boy?” I asked myself. Then I gaze towards Yuya, “Jingle…boy…?”
Yuya smacked Miura at the back of his head.
“Idiot!” Yuya yelled, “You don’t tell her she looks bad! Where are your manners?”
Yuya then stared at me with kind eyes and a gentle smile. His voice became less aggressive as well. “You don’t recognize us, do you? It’s us, the two tourists you helped today.”