[Series] Love:Fate - Fate.03
Title: Love:Fate
Fate: 03
Word count: 1475
Who?: Sakurai Sho x OC
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He wave good night to his manager and walked into his apartment’s entrance, feeling how tired he was. It seems like work is the only plan that he has for the next few months in his and his manager’s diary. Of course he is not complaining, because he’s a man who enjoys his works so much and nothing is more comparable when he had done his tasks splendidly.
But then, he hasn’t been spending much time for himself or with his family and friends as much recently either. Not that his any of his friends or family - except his younger sister who’s been calling him now and then to discuss about something, or love thing - had complains because they all know how his schedule was. Practically because he was on the television almost every other day, and his mom still send him questionable mail right after he was on air.
He let out a loud sigh as he waited for the elevator. Standing in front of the elevator door, at his own apartment makes him unconsciously wandered about his neighbour.
After that incident in Aomori, he never saw her again. Well, the probability of him seeing her again is not entirely zero percent adding the fact that they are staying next to each other but that doesn’t mean he had the opportunity either. Truly, with his hectic schedule, his home right now is merely a place for him to show his face, like telling the walls and floor he is still alive, because other than sleeping and changing, there’s nothing much he did when he’s home nowadays.
But, sometimes he did wonder about her, like tonight, when he was tired and dragging his feet to his front door.
“It was you who brought me here”
Most people will definitely take a step backwards at these kinds of words. Most people like him. An idol, who has the largest portion of the probability of being stalk by anyone around him. However, in his own sense, she is not a stalker, most probably not his fan either because she maintains her professionalism and never took advantage of him even when he had invited her to his place, twice.
The elevator arrives at his floor and he dragged his feet to his place, staring straight ahead.
He wishes he could see her again. To say thank you, of course. But more importantly is to ask what she really meant when she said those words to him.
Wish. Such a big word.
If he could really be getting what he wishes for, then he’ll be the luckiest man on earth. But at this moment, lucky doesn’t seem to fit the atmosphere.
Yes, it was luck when the same girl he was hoping to see again was sitting at his front door.
And he wonders if is it still consider as luck if the actual fact that the same girl he was hoping to see again was sitting at his front door, crying.
He sucked up more air than usual and walks ahead.
“Ano---“
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He places a glass of plain water in front of her and took a seat the opposite side. “My coffee maker is not working, so plain water is all I have” he said, clasping his hands together. The clock on his wall showed three minutes after two a.m.
“Do you have a beer?”
“Ah~ I--- It’s---” He stammered.
Of course he has a beer, but it wouldn’t be appropriate to offer someone he hardly knew a beer, plus that someone (in his mind) is pretty attractive and not to mention that someone’s gender is happen to be a female and to add another twist in his brain, a crying female, which in his sound mind, she is not that stable and if he agree to add a spark to her already unstable state, something else might happened, in which he put a full stop to his thought as he did not dare to think any further than that.
“Sorry. Aiba-chan finishes the last can, so---“
“Never mind” she replied, taking the glass and took a big gulp. She sighed heavily while playing with the glass in her hands.
He stares at her, at her face then return his gaze at her hands again as she continues playing with the glass.
“Lock out again?” he finally asked.
She nodded slightly. “Yeah”
He waited for her to say something, to at least ask him to call the security guard, but seeing she has no intentions in doing so, he took his cell phone and dialed the apartment’s office. “I’ll call the office then” he said finally.
She didn’t reply but hummed in response.
A few minutes passed without any of them make any moves or said anything. She’s still playing with the glass and alternating to stare empty eyes at his light cream painted walls. He had lost his count on how many times he’d scratching his head unconditionally. Feeling alienated in his own place, he stood up. “Do you need----”
“It’s okay” she said at the same time.
“Ah- sorry. You were saying?” he said again.
“I’m okay. You can go and do whatever you wanted to do. I just wait here” she explained, taking another sip from her glass.
He scratches his head again. “Make yourself comfortable then. I need to take a shower” he stood up and makes his way to his bedroom, leaving the girl behind.
She hummed again, as if to give him permission.
He took a quick shower and change to his dark blue pajama when he heard his doorbell ringing.
It must be the guards.
He walks pass the living room to answer the door and realize she was now lying on his sofa.
“Ne?”
She had already fallen asleep.
He can’t help but to smile at the scene.
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“I’m okay” he pushes the taller man lightly as Aiba keep on bugging him because of the dark circle under his eyes and a massive non-stop coffee as soon as he entered their changing room.
“It’s only 8.30a.m, but five cups? Rough night?” Jun asked, eyeing him from the corner of the magazine he was holding.
He raised an eyebrow. “Pretty much” he simply answered, taking the morning newspaper and began reading - or pretending to read because honestly his mind wandered somewhere else. He shook his head off and reaches for his coffee when he saw that Jun and Aiba is staring at him.
“What?”
“Woman?” Aiba replied, grinning stupidly.
He sputtered. “What woman?”
“You said rough night. I assume it was a woman?” Jun answered on behalf of Aiba. The other man keeps on grinning.
“When I said rough night, I assume you assume it was work” he said.
“It can mean anything” Aiba smirk.
He sighed as he sips his coffee. “There’s this girl---“ He began with his dream or so that’s what he thought till the moment he saw her at his front door, being scolded by her for no reason at all, the part when she shows up in Aomori and helping him and including the part from last night event.
“Wow” the animal lover exclaimed. “She even followed you to Aomori and you’re cool with that?”
“Well, it’s hard to believe the incident in Aomori is coincidence, but since she’s done nothing suspicious…” he trailed off, sipping his coffee again.
“Not yet” Jun reminded him.
“I think she’s not that kind of person” he added.
“Ahah! Did something happen last night between you two?” Aiba suddenly jump to his feet and stares at the rapper suspiciously.
“Nothing happened” he exclaimed as the tallest man keep on plastering him. “What do you expect to happen?”
“I don’t know, but you sound like something had happened”
“Nearly 30 minutes of interrogation with the security. Apparently she left her purse inside the house before she left. So, she had no way to identify herself. In the end, we just have to wait for someone from the office to clarify her which took another hour because it’s already 3 o’clock”
“And then?” Aiba asked when he had done filling last night incident to his friends.
“Like I said, nothing happened” He shrugged loudly and pushes the taller man lightly as he stood on his feet. “I’m buying myself an energy drink. This coffee is killing my brain” he said as he reaches the door.
He was standing in front of the vending machine at the end of the floor, counting his change when a pair of hands suddenly slips some coins into the slot. “My treat” the owner of the hands said.
“Well, thank---“he said looking up from his wallet and stared in disbelief. “You! Why-What?” he stammered.
“I work here” she answered, exactly to what he’s trying to asked.
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a/n: Can I say that RL is demanding that's why I'm not updating? *cute Aiba puppy eyes?* Yeah, right, excuses XD. Hoping this chapter is acceptable.
And I haven't named the OC. *smack herself*
Fate: 03
Word count: 1475
Who?: Sakurai Sho x OC
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He wave good night to his manager and walked into his apartment’s entrance, feeling how tired he was. It seems like work is the only plan that he has for the next few months in his and his manager’s diary. Of course he is not complaining, because he’s a man who enjoys his works so much and nothing is more comparable when he had done his tasks splendidly.
But then, he hasn’t been spending much time for himself or with his family and friends as much recently either. Not that his any of his friends or family - except his younger sister who’s been calling him now and then to discuss about something, or love thing - had complains because they all know how his schedule was. Practically because he was on the television almost every other day, and his mom still send him questionable mail right after he was on air.
He let out a loud sigh as he waited for the elevator. Standing in front of the elevator door, at his own apartment makes him unconsciously wandered about his neighbour.
After that incident in Aomori, he never saw her again. Well, the probability of him seeing her again is not entirely zero percent adding the fact that they are staying next to each other but that doesn’t mean he had the opportunity either. Truly, with his hectic schedule, his home right now is merely a place for him to show his face, like telling the walls and floor he is still alive, because other than sleeping and changing, there’s nothing much he did when he’s home nowadays.
But, sometimes he did wonder about her, like tonight, when he was tired and dragging his feet to his front door.
“It was you who brought me here”
Most people will definitely take a step backwards at these kinds of words. Most people like him. An idol, who has the largest portion of the probability of being stalk by anyone around him. However, in his own sense, she is not a stalker, most probably not his fan either because she maintains her professionalism and never took advantage of him even when he had invited her to his place, twice.
The elevator arrives at his floor and he dragged his feet to his place, staring straight ahead.
He wishes he could see her again. To say thank you, of course. But more importantly is to ask what she really meant when she said those words to him.
Wish. Such a big word.
If he could really be getting what he wishes for, then he’ll be the luckiest man on earth. But at this moment, lucky doesn’t seem to fit the atmosphere.
Yes, it was luck when the same girl he was hoping to see again was sitting at his front door.
And he wonders if is it still consider as luck if the actual fact that the same girl he was hoping to see again was sitting at his front door, crying.
He sucked up more air than usual and walks ahead.
“Ano---“
++
He places a glass of plain water in front of her and took a seat the opposite side. “My coffee maker is not working, so plain water is all I have” he said, clasping his hands together. The clock on his wall showed three minutes after two a.m.
“Do you have a beer?”
“Ah~ I--- It’s---” He stammered.
Of course he has a beer, but it wouldn’t be appropriate to offer someone he hardly knew a beer, plus that someone (in his mind) is pretty attractive and not to mention that someone’s gender is happen to be a female and to add another twist in his brain, a crying female, which in his sound mind, she is not that stable and if he agree to add a spark to her already unstable state, something else might happened, in which he put a full stop to his thought as he did not dare to think any further than that.
“Sorry. Aiba-chan finishes the last can, so---“
“Never mind” she replied, taking the glass and took a big gulp. She sighed heavily while playing with the glass in her hands.
He stares at her, at her face then return his gaze at her hands again as she continues playing with the glass.
“Lock out again?” he finally asked.
She nodded slightly. “Yeah”
He waited for her to say something, to at least ask him to call the security guard, but seeing she has no intentions in doing so, he took his cell phone and dialed the apartment’s office. “I’ll call the office then” he said finally.
She didn’t reply but hummed in response.
A few minutes passed without any of them make any moves or said anything. She’s still playing with the glass and alternating to stare empty eyes at his light cream painted walls. He had lost his count on how many times he’d scratching his head unconditionally. Feeling alienated in his own place, he stood up. “Do you need----”
“It’s okay” she said at the same time.
“Ah- sorry. You were saying?” he said again.
“I’m okay. You can go and do whatever you wanted to do. I just wait here” she explained, taking another sip from her glass.
He scratches his head again. “Make yourself comfortable then. I need to take a shower” he stood up and makes his way to his bedroom, leaving the girl behind.
She hummed again, as if to give him permission.
He took a quick shower and change to his dark blue pajama when he heard his doorbell ringing.
It must be the guards.
He walks pass the living room to answer the door and realize she was now lying on his sofa.
“Ne?”
She had already fallen asleep.
He can’t help but to smile at the scene.
++
“I’m okay” he pushes the taller man lightly as Aiba keep on bugging him because of the dark circle under his eyes and a massive non-stop coffee as soon as he entered their changing room.
“It’s only 8.30a.m, but five cups? Rough night?” Jun asked, eyeing him from the corner of the magazine he was holding.
He raised an eyebrow. “Pretty much” he simply answered, taking the morning newspaper and began reading - or pretending to read because honestly his mind wandered somewhere else. He shook his head off and reaches for his coffee when he saw that Jun and Aiba is staring at him.
“What?”
“Woman?” Aiba replied, grinning stupidly.
He sputtered. “What woman?”
“You said rough night. I assume it was a woman?” Jun answered on behalf of Aiba. The other man keeps on grinning.
“When I said rough night, I assume you assume it was work” he said.
“It can mean anything” Aiba smirk.
He sighed as he sips his coffee. “There’s this girl---“ He began with his dream or so that’s what he thought till the moment he saw her at his front door, being scolded by her for no reason at all, the part when she shows up in Aomori and helping him and including the part from last night event.
“Wow” the animal lover exclaimed. “She even followed you to Aomori and you’re cool with that?”
“Well, it’s hard to believe the incident in Aomori is coincidence, but since she’s done nothing suspicious…” he trailed off, sipping his coffee again.
“Not yet” Jun reminded him.
“I think she’s not that kind of person” he added.
“Ahah! Did something happen last night between you two?” Aiba suddenly jump to his feet and stares at the rapper suspiciously.
“Nothing happened” he exclaimed as the tallest man keep on plastering him. “What do you expect to happen?”
“I don’t know, but you sound like something had happened”
“Nearly 30 minutes of interrogation with the security. Apparently she left her purse inside the house before she left. So, she had no way to identify herself. In the end, we just have to wait for someone from the office to clarify her which took another hour because it’s already 3 o’clock”
“And then?” Aiba asked when he had done filling last night incident to his friends.
“Like I said, nothing happened” He shrugged loudly and pushes the taller man lightly as he stood on his feet. “I’m buying myself an energy drink. This coffee is killing my brain” he said as he reaches the door.
He was standing in front of the vending machine at the end of the floor, counting his change when a pair of hands suddenly slips some coins into the slot. “My treat” the owner of the hands said.
“Well, thank---“he said looking up from his wallet and stared in disbelief. “You! Why-What?” he stammered.
“I work here” she answered, exactly to what he’s trying to asked.
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a/n: Can I say that RL is demanding that's why I'm not updating? *cute Aiba puppy eyes?* Yeah, right, excuses XD. Hoping this chapter is acceptable.
And I haven't named the OC. *smack herself*