They say second chances aren't worth to give
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“What I don’t understand is the way you get so worked-up with Miyako-san.” Sho Sakurai said while eating the Greek styled omelet Michiyo learned to cook a week ago from her spared cooking lessons online. Sipping on his hot chocolate, he gazed at his girlfriend who’s busily chopping some onions. “I know I don’t understand her behavior nor could always cope up with her mood but I think you should give her some credits. Satoshi-kun’s been locking himself up on his room for almost a month now, if not doing his job as a member of Arashi.”
Michiyo continued with her business, ignoring Sho’s soft pleading voice to stop making a fuss with Miyako’s behavior. Chiaki-san and Kumiko-san just ignored her, so why can’t you? The words that lingered on her mind and made her slightly angry at Sho.
“Miyako-san’s a very silent woman and I know she’s one of the few who looks like she never care for her affairs despite the look but when Masaki told me days ago that she’s been confiding on him for weeks and updating on Satoshi, and hear you make such strong words against her, I think there’s something bothering you.” Sho said munching on the last piece of omelet. “You only did this act when I left for Beijing Olympics for a week with no communication.”
Michiyo sighed. She placed the knife down and turned to face Sho. “What do you know?”
“What do I know? I’m also part of Arashi yet I myself do not know what Satoshi-kun’s doing behind those four-walls of his house.” Sho put his fork down and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He moved his tongue around his closed mouth and stared at Michiyo. “Why are so angry with Miyako?”
“I’m not.”
“If not, then why do you avoid her and not answer her calls?”
Michiyo glared at Sho. Washing her hands and wiping on the cloth hanged on the fridge, she walked to the table and slammed her palm on the table, making Sho flinched. “Then tell me the reason why I caught you and her tightly hugging each other publicly, even leaning your head on her cheeks as if you have a little amount left to control your hormones and go with your urge to kiss her on the lips? And no, you even kissed her on the cheeks or was that a centimeter away from her lips [?] and forehead as if you’re dating her! Add to that I caught you two always alone? Was it four or five times?! I know she has her problems but I think you forgot to see if I have mine!” Michiyo let out a long breath she was holding and wiped the single tear that left her left eye. Without waiting for the still-surprised Sho to answer, she shook her head in dismay, grabbed her purse on top of the wooden cabinet and walked out of the apartment, giving the door a loud slam.
She walked fast almost running to her feet despite the snow that’s making her legs stiff. Michiyo fished her car keys on her purse, opened the door and started the engine. Without giving a second look at her apartment, she drove to Satoshi’s place with tears threatening to fall. Perfect couple, my ass. She bitterly laughed at herself at the phrase her friends praised her years ago. But she had to agree since their relationship didn’t take its toll until now. They always compliment each other, one thing she envied with Miyako since she sometimes wished for some spice. And with the complete five times caught as-if gripping each other hard, she couldn’t help but burst to her deepest self and take out the demons she sometimes felt threatened. Miyako’s not the typical next-door girl type but once you happen to make way past her shield, you’ll get intrigued on what things are moving around her head and in the end, you might feel something more and it’s what making her itched to scrub Miyako’s face off with a rough sponge and let her bleed before someone else fall with the stupid nerve-wrecking woman. And no one else knows but Satoshi and she shared the same trouble which irritates her to the core. Apparently, it was well-known to the group that Miyako has her eyes on Aiba Masaki when she’s dating Ohno Satoshi.
Giving a deep breath, she parked at the side of a well-built three storey Japanese styled house, killed the engine and called Satoshi. “I’m outside, open the door?” She said after clearing her throat and eyeing the window on the third floor which seconds later revealed a sleepy Satoshi. The man nodded, abruptly closing the curtain. A minute later, Ohno Satoshi, after looking past for lookers, ushered her to go inside.
“What are you drawing now?” Michiyo asked after she slumped her whole body to the small bed of Satoshi, studying the finished paintings and drawings scattered around the small bedroom after seeing the unfinished but past half the content white sheet on the floor. “You went back with nature, huh.”
Satoshi nodded, giving Michiyo the clear view of the ocean and a man wearing a coat riding a boat.
“What’s the update?” She asked. If she can confide with Sho and Masaki, I can too. “Any new appearance, stage play or drama?”’
Satoshi shook his head. “None.” He said softly, clearly trying to divide his attention with his art and his guest. “You?”
“Had a fight with Sakkun so I went directly here for some fresh air.”
Satoshi stopped and looked at her in confusion. “You didn’t tell him, did you?” When he earned silence, he rubbed his thighs and let out a loud sigh. “You shouldn’t. You do know that right?” Satoshi leaned his head on the edge of his bed and stared at Michiyo. “Did he know that I know, too?”
Michiyo shook her head. “No.” Letting a groan, she rubbed her eyes. “I just went off my limits when he practically went on her side, that’s all.”
“So I presume you still won’t talk with Miyako?”
“I’m sorry about that.”
“I can’t control your feelings and tell you to forget everything so you don’t have to apologize.” Satoshi said, tuning on his old radio to fill the silence. “But how’s she?”
“Don’t really know. Last thing I saw was when she slapped Jun’s arm hard with a magazine when he yelled at her for being nosy about the group’s latest events.” Michiyo laughed, remembering the vein that almost popped out of Jun’s forehead from the persistent asking of Miyako that centers Satoshi. “I think her sorry-ass was making it’s way over Jun’s limit of patience now. After Nino’s outburst of her punching him using his DS, only Sakkun and Masaki’s her closest guys on the land. I hate to admit but Sakkun’s got a very long patience so, you know…”
“What do you intend to do about it now?”
Michiyo sat, leaning on her elbows and glared at Satoshi. “I’ll tell you if you tell yours.”
Satoshi pouted, letting out his breath through the nose. “I don’t know.” He spaced off thinking about Michiyo’s tease years ago that remained on his thoughts for a while. Giving him self a satisfied grunt and messing with his short hair, he gazed at Michiyo. “But maybe grab your once-decision of cooling it off?”
Michiyo bit her lips. She never thought that the topic actually stayed at Satoshi’s mind and now, he actually suggested taking the hard step. It was only for fun, thinking of ways to play with their half’s minds. But it never occurred to her they’re going to use it real for once.
“Do you think it’s nice to do it together?” Her mouth suddenly tasted bitter but it was what her mind chose after playing a staring game for almost half an hour.
They both stared at each other, trying to process if their sudden decision was wise.
...ongoing...
“What I don’t understand is the way you get so worked-up with Miyako-san.” Sho Sakurai said while eating the Greek styled omelet Michiyo learned to cook a week ago from her spared cooking lessons online. Sipping on his hot chocolate, he gazed at his girlfriend who’s busily chopping some onions. “I know I don’t understand her behavior nor could always cope up with her mood but I think you should give her some credits. Satoshi-kun’s been locking himself up on his room for almost a month now, if not doing his job as a member of Arashi.”
Michiyo continued with her business, ignoring Sho’s soft pleading voice to stop making a fuss with Miyako’s behavior. Chiaki-san and Kumiko-san just ignored her, so why can’t you? The words that lingered on her mind and made her slightly angry at Sho.
“Miyako-san’s a very silent woman and I know she’s one of the few who looks like she never care for her affairs despite the look but when Masaki told me days ago that she’s been confiding on him for weeks and updating on Satoshi, and hear you make such strong words against her, I think there’s something bothering you.” Sho said munching on the last piece of omelet. “You only did this act when I left for Beijing Olympics for a week with no communication.”
Michiyo sighed. She placed the knife down and turned to face Sho. “What do you know?”
“What do I know? I’m also part of Arashi yet I myself do not know what Satoshi-kun’s doing behind those four-walls of his house.” Sho put his fork down and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He moved his tongue around his closed mouth and stared at Michiyo. “Why are so angry with Miyako?”
“I’m not.”
“If not, then why do you avoid her and not answer her calls?”
Michiyo glared at Sho. Washing her hands and wiping on the cloth hanged on the fridge, she walked to the table and slammed her palm on the table, making Sho flinched. “Then tell me the reason why I caught you and her tightly hugging each other publicly, even leaning your head on her cheeks as if you have a little amount left to control your hormones and go with your urge to kiss her on the lips? And no, you even kissed her on the cheeks or was that a centimeter away from her lips [?] and forehead as if you’re dating her! Add to that I caught you two always alone? Was it four or five times?! I know she has her problems but I think you forgot to see if I have mine!” Michiyo let out a long breath she was holding and wiped the single tear that left her left eye. Without waiting for the still-surprised Sho to answer, she shook her head in dismay, grabbed her purse on top of the wooden cabinet and walked out of the apartment, giving the door a loud slam.
She walked fast almost running to her feet despite the snow that’s making her legs stiff. Michiyo fished her car keys on her purse, opened the door and started the engine. Without giving a second look at her apartment, she drove to Satoshi’s place with tears threatening to fall. Perfect couple, my ass. She bitterly laughed at herself at the phrase her friends praised her years ago. But she had to agree since their relationship didn’t take its toll until now. They always compliment each other, one thing she envied with Miyako since she sometimes wished for some spice. And with the complete five times caught as-if gripping each other hard, she couldn’t help but burst to her deepest self and take out the demons she sometimes felt threatened. Miyako’s not the typical next-door girl type but once you happen to make way past her shield, you’ll get intrigued on what things are moving around her head and in the end, you might feel something more and it’s what making her itched to scrub Miyako’s face off with a rough sponge and let her bleed before someone else fall with the stupid nerve-wrecking woman. And no one else knows but Satoshi and she shared the same trouble which irritates her to the core. Apparently, it was well-known to the group that Miyako has her eyes on Aiba Masaki when she’s dating Ohno Satoshi.
Giving a deep breath, she parked at the side of a well-built three storey Japanese styled house, killed the engine and called Satoshi. “I’m outside, open the door?” She said after clearing her throat and eyeing the window on the third floor which seconds later revealed a sleepy Satoshi. The man nodded, abruptly closing the curtain. A minute later, Ohno Satoshi, after looking past for lookers, ushered her to go inside.
“What are you drawing now?” Michiyo asked after she slumped her whole body to the small bed of Satoshi, studying the finished paintings and drawings scattered around the small bedroom after seeing the unfinished but past half the content white sheet on the floor. “You went back with nature, huh.”
Satoshi nodded, giving Michiyo the clear view of the ocean and a man wearing a coat riding a boat.
“What’s the update?” She asked. If she can confide with Sho and Masaki, I can too. “Any new appearance, stage play or drama?”’
Satoshi shook his head. “None.” He said softly, clearly trying to divide his attention with his art and his guest. “You?”
“Had a fight with Sakkun so I went directly here for some fresh air.”
Satoshi stopped and looked at her in confusion. “You didn’t tell him, did you?” When he earned silence, he rubbed his thighs and let out a loud sigh. “You shouldn’t. You do know that right?” Satoshi leaned his head on the edge of his bed and stared at Michiyo. “Did he know that I know, too?”
Michiyo shook her head. “No.” Letting a groan, she rubbed her eyes. “I just went off my limits when he practically went on her side, that’s all.”
“So I presume you still won’t talk with Miyako?”
“I’m sorry about that.”
“I can’t control your feelings and tell you to forget everything so you don’t have to apologize.” Satoshi said, tuning on his old radio to fill the silence. “But how’s she?”
“Don’t really know. Last thing I saw was when she slapped Jun’s arm hard with a magazine when he yelled at her for being nosy about the group’s latest events.” Michiyo laughed, remembering the vein that almost popped out of Jun’s forehead from the persistent asking of Miyako that centers Satoshi. “I think her sorry-ass was making it’s way over Jun’s limit of patience now. After Nino’s outburst of her punching him using his DS, only Sakkun and Masaki’s her closest guys on the land. I hate to admit but Sakkun’s got a very long patience so, you know…”
“What do you intend to do about it now?”
Michiyo sat, leaning on her elbows and glared at Satoshi. “I’ll tell you if you tell yours.”
Satoshi pouted, letting out his breath through the nose. “I don’t know.” He spaced off thinking about Michiyo’s tease years ago that remained on his thoughts for a while. Giving him self a satisfied grunt and messing with his short hair, he gazed at Michiyo. “But maybe grab your once-decision of cooling it off?”
Michiyo bit her lips. She never thought that the topic actually stayed at Satoshi’s mind and now, he actually suggested taking the hard step. It was only for fun, thinking of ways to play with their half’s minds. But it never occurred to her they’re going to use it real for once.
“Do you think it’s nice to do it together?” Her mouth suddenly tasted bitter but it was what her mind chose after playing a staring game for almost half an hour.
They both stared at each other, trying to process if their sudden decision was wise.
...ongoing...