Say I Love You Chapter 10
Title: Say I Love You
Authors:
jlrui
Beta-ed by:
ranguren_chan
Pairing: UmiChii
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Umika
decided to confess to Chinen but end up being rejected. She tried to move on but he didn't let her, and made her his girlfriend. Will Chinen manage to really love Umika and say "I love you" to her?
Umika's POV
Three years seemed almost like a lifetime ago.
The day was pouring bringing with it the first batch of spring rain. I didn’t have an umbrella with me so I ran all the way covering my head for all the protection that my jacket could afford. There was neither adequate shade nor shelter around me as I ran. But one person didn’t seem to mind as I ran towards the end of a street corner.
He was just standing there, his back against the wall. The closer I got to him, the more I realized that he had been quite soaked to the bone almost as if he had been in this weather longer than I did. When I was but a few paces of him, I realized that the guy bore a familiar face.
It was the face of the boy I love.
“Why are you here?” I asked him through the rain. I hesitated in taking another step.
“How long will you stay away from me?” He stood up and turned to face me.
“Why did you end it so easily? It hurt. It really hurt.” He added, not minding that we were getting soaked.
“Well, it hurt for me too! But it was for the best!” I cried out, summoning all the pent-up emotion that had been bottled up inside me for the last few days.
“Then why did you leave me?! I promised, didn’t I?! I promised you that I would take protect you.” I could feel all the hurt that he had in his voice. His face was welling up with tears that had now mixed with the pouring rain. It was as if the heavens were crying together with him.
“Because you never loved me! I don’t need someone who doesn’t love me! You don’t need to protect me! I don’t need it!” I managed to blurt out in between sobs.
“You’re wrong. I do love you. I still do. You just don’t see how much I love you!” was his answer.
“Liar! You never could be bothered to show me what you felt for me! You never did care!” I was getting tired with all my hate and anger spilling out in this confrontation. But he didn’t seem to lose any more nerve than I was losing. He had already crossed the gap between us. He was close enough to whisper.
“I never stopped loving you… B-b-but I don’t want to be like this anymore!” I was struggling with myself while thumping on his chest lightly. My strength had long since left me. Tears brimmed out of me - tears that had long since merged with every raindrop falling towards our feet.
“Who told you that I didn’t care? I have always cared about you. I have and will always love you!” He made his declaration. I looked into those tear-filled eyes once again. His breath had provided some measure of warmth upon my cold-drenched face.
And just as easily as we exchange our feelings in this rain, he suddenly pulled me into his embrace and then kissed me. I was initially caught unawares but I returned not only his kiss but also the passion and thoughts that saw fit to reconcile us under such circumstances.
“Okay! Cut!” The director announced in the set.
We had quickly taken our arms off of each other the moment the director declared the end of the take.
The director quickly stood up and went over to us commending us for acting out that scene in less than ten takes. Both our lips had started to turn bright red from all the kissing we had in the earlier takes.
Showering us with water for close to three hours now was something that took some getting used to.
We were handed some towels and cups of hot chocolate to warm us while we got dried in our dressing rooms.
“Good job, Kawashima-san! Irie-san!”
We turned to face him, smiled and gave our best ‘arigatou gozaimasu!’ not only to him but also to the staff that were present in the production of that scene.
Work was now down to shooting the second to the last episode of the spring drama that I was starring together with Jingi Irie. We both managed to land the two lead roles of the drama. I didn’t expect another one of my old high school classmates to end up being my leading man. But this time he was more than just a leading man. He was now also my boyfriend. After the set wrapped-up for the episode, we went home together. Agency rules had relaxed a bit when they saw that we both didn’t let our relationship affect our work.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he reminded me before we parted ways. “Tomorrow’s our special day: two months! We’re already two months!”
“Hai! See you tomorrow too. I’m excited to know where you’re taking me tomorrow.” The house was still the same but there were some improvements: my parents were home a lot more often than they used to be. It was a good thing. We were able to spend weekends together as a family and even go on vacations together.
Jingi had become my boyfriend just this year. I agreed to become his girlfriend after we had consulted it with our respective agencies. Our agencies saw nothing bad about the relationship. They even gave us our blessings as the media uproar from two months back kept us busy with various job offers. Our current drama even got good ratings because of our pairing. I was comfortable with getting paired with anyone - even if they were mostly close to my age. I got used to it and it helped me get rid of my shyness and reservations around people. Of course, there’d be gossip and rumour-mongering here and there but I wasn’t the slightest bit bothered about it. Jingi and I maintained a good rapport with people from the media despite keeping a low profile on our relationship. This was thanks in part to both our agencies.
I liked Jingi. It was fun to be around him and he certainly knew how to take care of a lady. I was certainly his first girlfriend but he was definitely not my first boyfriend. If he was ever bothered by that latter fact, he showed no signs of being affected by that knowledge. It was a secret that had stayed ‘buried’ even after three years.
He picked me up at my place the following morning. He had acquired his driver’s license late last year but he had been also taking lessons and had lots of practice.
I envied him for being able to drive. My eyesight would certainly give me problems passing the test but I was quite busy with work these past four months to even file for my testing application.
“Where are we going?” I asked him slyly but he just looked at me and flashed that soothing smile of his.
He merely replied, “You’ll see.”
I took in the scenery for the remainder of the drive. Jingi was quite stubborn in not telling me where we were headed to. The landmarks we passed by were starting to get really familiar.
In fact, it was too familiar.
My smile soon faded when I realized where we were headed.
Fuji-Q Highland!
We were going to very same amusement park that Chinen took me for our first monthsary!
“The amusement park? Aren’t we too old for this?” The last sentence was hardly a question. This trip to the amusement park certainly brought back a lot of fond memories. Memories that I thought would not hurt me even after three years.
“I’ve always wanted to take you to this kind of place, even when were still high school students. It’s such a shame though that Arashi’s Ohno-san and Sakurai-san beat me to it.” I could have sworn that he blushed when he said this. He so reminded me of the Chinen from that time minus the cuteness. In as much as he had shed his kawaii aura during Hey! Say! JUMP’s first two years as a Johnny’s idol group, I still found Chinen cute.
Not really. Chinen beat them to it by a few months.
My thoughts had quickly pointed out that little fact that only I knew.
When we were still in the process of production for that episode of Himitsu no Arashi-chan, I had absent-mindedly given them the idea that I wanted to go on a roller coaster ride amongst other things for a tanabata special involving a wish list - my wish list to be exact.
I immensely enjoyed my first tour of an amusement park and its rides with Chinen back then. Even though we had already returned to being ‘just friends,’ the times I spent with him would sometimes surface. I almost told the production staff about my experiences with Chinen. It was a good thing that I’m a lot more self-conscious during interviews nowadays. I used to be quite shy in interviews always needing a special poke here and there to get me to open up on things. But the memories lingered and often times it would manage to creep up to just below the surface.
I did my best to set aside those memories and concentrated on having a good time with my boyfriend instead. We were soon hopping off from one booth to the other, trying out the various games and getting some prizes and souvenirs. Jingi wasn’t that good with games but he certainly knew how to give a girl a nice time. He managed to nab a squirrel stuff toy for me in one of the games.
“Look! Look, Umika! Do I look anything like him?” He tried to imitate the stuff toy but obviously there was no resemblance there. Jingi was quite tall and gangly after all.
I let out an objection, “NO!” And we just laughed it off.
After going on more rides, we headed home a bit exhausted by the day’s activities. We were soon at my place. The lights were on so my parents were most probably at home. It was just a little over eight o’clock.
Jingi had been in my house several times before but my parents were always there. The only time that he came to my house without my parents in it was that one time when he accompanied Mirai and Suzuka. He never was able to drop by the house without my parents in it. Well, we tended to busy with our work and the timing just never seemed to work for us.
“Thank you for a great day, Umika.” He gave me a peck on the cheek.
Jingi had his sweet moments and he certainly had that elegance that leading men had.
As a matter of fact, he was being promoted by his agency as the next Osamu Mukai.
“Thanks, Jingi. I had a wonderful time too.” I waved him goodbye before opening the small gate that led to the path to my house.
But Jingi suddenly called out my name.
I turned to look at him halfway through the gate.
“Nani?”
“You know that I love you, right?” He had approached and said those words while looking straight into my eyes. Jingi had this habit of practicing makoto or sincerity in everything he did. It gave him that dignified aura of a refined gentleman.
“I know, Jingi. I love you too,” I reached out to his face with my right hand, caressing the cheek of the guy who went out of his way to show me a good time today.
As unbelievable as it may sound, I did return those feelings… otherwise this relationship would never last. I was now older… and wiser.
If he was not sincere with his feelings for me then I would have known by now. I would not make the same mistake twice. I was determined to make this work and should the relationship turn sour, I was determined to see it through its painful end.
The house, though lit, was empty. My parents had written a note telling me that they were out shopping in the nearby home center because of an ongoing sale and that they’d be back around 10 PM. Jingi and I had already eaten dinner along the way home. I wasn’t scared anymore in being left home alone. Jingi was a mere phone call away after all.
I showered and then put on my pyjamas. I still had to let my hair dry a bit before finally going to sleep. Sleep eluded me even after showering so I took the time to go over some of the homework that I had left unfinished.
College life was not so bad. I had enrolled myself onto a long-distance correspondence course which gave me time enough to do work for the agency and still get a degree within four years.
I turned on my laptop and was soon typing out the words that would finish an essay that I had started earlier in the week. I typed and typed. The words just kept coming in, freely flowing. The next thing I knew I had typed out his name ‘ 知念 侑李’ - ‘Chinen Yuri’ - I had only realized it when I reviewed the printout for grammatical errors. I felt so pathetic to have let that simple ‘typo’ get by me.
Then I stopped what I was doing. I had just about finished all of my homework. The essay could use some more revisions and I could do that tomorrow.
I buried my face into my hands, trying to rub off something that wasn’t on my face to begin with. I let my fingers gently massage my temples, cheeks, and even towards chin a bit.
I had remembered him today as well.
After all, Jingi and I went to the very same places that Chii and I visited some three years ago. If there was anything that I’ve learned in life so far it was this: there are just some things that you cannot forget besides riding a bike.
The whole excitement - the whole feel of our closeness today reminded me of the time spent with Chinen Yuri. When Jingi won the stuff toy just for me, I couldn’t help but be reminded of what Chinen did back then. Of all the prizes that Chinen bagged for me in the amusement park, the stuff toys always eluded him to the point that it was almost fated to be. I remember laughing at him for his ‘bad luck’ with the stuff toys. But like most boys of his age, Chinen himself hated to lose at anything. The following day, he bought the first of what would be a collection of six stuff toys that he gave out on our monthsaries. It was a tradition that I had cherished when we were still together.
The stuff toy that Jingi won for me, a squirrel, to be exact now lay in my bed. It was something that he won for me that day. Chinen won lots of prizes but he never did win any stuff toys for me back in our time in the amusement park.
I picked up the stuff toy in my bed.
I laid down. I played with the stuff toy, sending it flying up in the air and catching it. It was something that Jingi gave to me, but at that moment Chinen was the only thing I could think of.
Tired from all the excitement and memories of the day, I curled up once again on my bed.
I could somehow still remember the last words I spoke to the stuff toy beside me:
“Chinen, I miss you.”
I fell asleep to the rhythmic pitter-pattering sounds on my roof.
A/N: Sorry for the late update again, I had many school works to do so I didn't manage to update it on my deadline....
This is a sudden turn of events but I hope you'll like it.
Thank you for reading!
and comments and critics are love!
Authors:
jlrui
Beta-ed by:
ranguren_chan
Pairing: UmiChii
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Umika
decided to confess to Chinen but end up being rejected. She tried to move on but he didn't let her, and made her his girlfriend. Will Chinen manage to really love Umika and say "I love you" to her?
Umika's POV
Three years seemed almost like a lifetime ago.
The day was pouring bringing with it the first batch of spring rain. I didn’t have an umbrella with me so I ran all the way covering my head for all the protection that my jacket could afford. There was neither adequate shade nor shelter around me as I ran. But one person didn’t seem to mind as I ran towards the end of a street corner.
He was just standing there, his back against the wall. The closer I got to him, the more I realized that he had been quite soaked to the bone almost as if he had been in this weather longer than I did. When I was but a few paces of him, I realized that the guy bore a familiar face.
It was the face of the boy I love.
“Why are you here?” I asked him through the rain. I hesitated in taking another step.
“How long will you stay away from me?” He stood up and turned to face me.
“Why did you end it so easily? It hurt. It really hurt.” He added, not minding that we were getting soaked.
“Well, it hurt for me too! But it was for the best!” I cried out, summoning all the pent-up emotion that had been bottled up inside me for the last few days.
“Then why did you leave me?! I promised, didn’t I?! I promised you that I would take protect you.” I could feel all the hurt that he had in his voice. His face was welling up with tears that had now mixed with the pouring rain. It was as if the heavens were crying together with him.
“Because you never loved me! I don’t need someone who doesn’t love me! You don’t need to protect me! I don’t need it!” I managed to blurt out in between sobs.
“You’re wrong. I do love you. I still do. You just don’t see how much I love you!” was his answer.
“Liar! You never could be bothered to show me what you felt for me! You never did care!” I was getting tired with all my hate and anger spilling out in this confrontation. But he didn’t seem to lose any more nerve than I was losing. He had already crossed the gap between us. He was close enough to whisper.
“I never stopped loving you… B-b-but I don’t want to be like this anymore!” I was struggling with myself while thumping on his chest lightly. My strength had long since left me. Tears brimmed out of me - tears that had long since merged with every raindrop falling towards our feet.
“Who told you that I didn’t care? I have always cared about you. I have and will always love you!” He made his declaration. I looked into those tear-filled eyes once again. His breath had provided some measure of warmth upon my cold-drenched face.
And just as easily as we exchange our feelings in this rain, he suddenly pulled me into his embrace and then kissed me. I was initially caught unawares but I returned not only his kiss but also the passion and thoughts that saw fit to reconcile us under such circumstances.
“Okay! Cut!” The director announced in the set.
We had quickly taken our arms off of each other the moment the director declared the end of the take.
The director quickly stood up and went over to us commending us for acting out that scene in less than ten takes. Both our lips had started to turn bright red from all the kissing we had in the earlier takes.
Showering us with water for close to three hours now was something that took some getting used to.
We were handed some towels and cups of hot chocolate to warm us while we got dried in our dressing rooms.
“Good job, Kawashima-san! Irie-san!”
We turned to face him, smiled and gave our best ‘arigatou gozaimasu!’ not only to him but also to the staff that were present in the production of that scene.
Work was now down to shooting the second to the last episode of the spring drama that I was starring together with Jingi Irie. We both managed to land the two lead roles of the drama. I didn’t expect another one of my old high school classmates to end up being my leading man. But this time he was more than just a leading man. He was now also my boyfriend. After the set wrapped-up for the episode, we went home together. Agency rules had relaxed a bit when they saw that we both didn’t let our relationship affect our work.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he reminded me before we parted ways. “Tomorrow’s our special day: two months! We’re already two months!”
“Hai! See you tomorrow too. I’m excited to know where you’re taking me tomorrow.” The house was still the same but there were some improvements: my parents were home a lot more often than they used to be. It was a good thing. We were able to spend weekends together as a family and even go on vacations together.
Jingi had become my boyfriend just this year. I agreed to become his girlfriend after we had consulted it with our respective agencies. Our agencies saw nothing bad about the relationship. They even gave us our blessings as the media uproar from two months back kept us busy with various job offers. Our current drama even got good ratings because of our pairing. I was comfortable with getting paired with anyone - even if they were mostly close to my age. I got used to it and it helped me get rid of my shyness and reservations around people. Of course, there’d be gossip and rumour-mongering here and there but I wasn’t the slightest bit bothered about it. Jingi and I maintained a good rapport with people from the media despite keeping a low profile on our relationship. This was thanks in part to both our agencies.
I liked Jingi. It was fun to be around him and he certainly knew how to take care of a lady. I was certainly his first girlfriend but he was definitely not my first boyfriend. If he was ever bothered by that latter fact, he showed no signs of being affected by that knowledge. It was a secret that had stayed ‘buried’ even after three years.
He picked me up at my place the following morning. He had acquired his driver’s license late last year but he had been also taking lessons and had lots of practice.
I envied him for being able to drive. My eyesight would certainly give me problems passing the test but I was quite busy with work these past four months to even file for my testing application.
“Where are we going?” I asked him slyly but he just looked at me and flashed that soothing smile of his.
He merely replied, “You’ll see.”
I took in the scenery for the remainder of the drive. Jingi was quite stubborn in not telling me where we were headed to. The landmarks we passed by were starting to get really familiar.
In fact, it was too familiar.
My smile soon faded when I realized where we were headed.
Fuji-Q Highland!
We were going to very same amusement park that Chinen took me for our first monthsary!
“The amusement park? Aren’t we too old for this?” The last sentence was hardly a question. This trip to the amusement park certainly brought back a lot of fond memories. Memories that I thought would not hurt me even after three years.
“I’ve always wanted to take you to this kind of place, even when were still high school students. It’s such a shame though that Arashi’s Ohno-san and Sakurai-san beat me to it.” I could have sworn that he blushed when he said this. He so reminded me of the Chinen from that time minus the cuteness. In as much as he had shed his kawaii aura during Hey! Say! JUMP’s first two years as a Johnny’s idol group, I still found Chinen cute.
Not really. Chinen beat them to it by a few months.
My thoughts had quickly pointed out that little fact that only I knew.
When we were still in the process of production for that episode of Himitsu no Arashi-chan, I had absent-mindedly given them the idea that I wanted to go on a roller coaster ride amongst other things for a tanabata special involving a wish list - my wish list to be exact.
I immensely enjoyed my first tour of an amusement park and its rides with Chinen back then. Even though we had already returned to being ‘just friends,’ the times I spent with him would sometimes surface. I almost told the production staff about my experiences with Chinen. It was a good thing that I’m a lot more self-conscious during interviews nowadays. I used to be quite shy in interviews always needing a special poke here and there to get me to open up on things. But the memories lingered and often times it would manage to creep up to just below the surface.
I did my best to set aside those memories and concentrated on having a good time with my boyfriend instead. We were soon hopping off from one booth to the other, trying out the various games and getting some prizes and souvenirs. Jingi wasn’t that good with games but he certainly knew how to give a girl a nice time. He managed to nab a squirrel stuff toy for me in one of the games.
“Look! Look, Umika! Do I look anything like him?” He tried to imitate the stuff toy but obviously there was no resemblance there. Jingi was quite tall and gangly after all.
I let out an objection, “NO!” And we just laughed it off.
After going on more rides, we headed home a bit exhausted by the day’s activities. We were soon at my place. The lights were on so my parents were most probably at home. It was just a little over eight o’clock.
Jingi had been in my house several times before but my parents were always there. The only time that he came to my house without my parents in it was that one time when he accompanied Mirai and Suzuka. He never was able to drop by the house without my parents in it. Well, we tended to busy with our work and the timing just never seemed to work for us.
“Thank you for a great day, Umika.” He gave me a peck on the cheek.
Jingi had his sweet moments and he certainly had that elegance that leading men had.
As a matter of fact, he was being promoted by his agency as the next Osamu Mukai.
“Thanks, Jingi. I had a wonderful time too.” I waved him goodbye before opening the small gate that led to the path to my house.
But Jingi suddenly called out my name.
I turned to look at him halfway through the gate.
“Nani?”
“You know that I love you, right?” He had approached and said those words while looking straight into my eyes. Jingi had this habit of practicing makoto or sincerity in everything he did. It gave him that dignified aura of a refined gentleman.
“I know, Jingi. I love you too,” I reached out to his face with my right hand, caressing the cheek of the guy who went out of his way to show me a good time today.
As unbelievable as it may sound, I did return those feelings… otherwise this relationship would never last. I was now older… and wiser.
If he was not sincere with his feelings for me then I would have known by now. I would not make the same mistake twice. I was determined to make this work and should the relationship turn sour, I was determined to see it through its painful end.
The house, though lit, was empty. My parents had written a note telling me that they were out shopping in the nearby home center because of an ongoing sale and that they’d be back around 10 PM. Jingi and I had already eaten dinner along the way home. I wasn’t scared anymore in being left home alone. Jingi was a mere phone call away after all.
I showered and then put on my pyjamas. I still had to let my hair dry a bit before finally going to sleep. Sleep eluded me even after showering so I took the time to go over some of the homework that I had left unfinished.
College life was not so bad. I had enrolled myself onto a long-distance correspondence course which gave me time enough to do work for the agency and still get a degree within four years.
I turned on my laptop and was soon typing out the words that would finish an essay that I had started earlier in the week. I typed and typed. The words just kept coming in, freely flowing. The next thing I knew I had typed out his name ‘ 知念 侑李’ - ‘Chinen Yuri’ - I had only realized it when I reviewed the printout for grammatical errors. I felt so pathetic to have let that simple ‘typo’ get by me.
Then I stopped what I was doing. I had just about finished all of my homework. The essay could use some more revisions and I could do that tomorrow.
I buried my face into my hands, trying to rub off something that wasn’t on my face to begin with. I let my fingers gently massage my temples, cheeks, and even towards chin a bit.
I had remembered him today as well.
After all, Jingi and I went to the very same places that Chii and I visited some three years ago. If there was anything that I’ve learned in life so far it was this: there are just some things that you cannot forget besides riding a bike.
The whole excitement - the whole feel of our closeness today reminded me of the time spent with Chinen Yuri. When Jingi won the stuff toy just for me, I couldn’t help but be reminded of what Chinen did back then. Of all the prizes that Chinen bagged for me in the amusement park, the stuff toys always eluded him to the point that it was almost fated to be. I remember laughing at him for his ‘bad luck’ with the stuff toys. But like most boys of his age, Chinen himself hated to lose at anything. The following day, he bought the first of what would be a collection of six stuff toys that he gave out on our monthsaries. It was a tradition that I had cherished when we were still together.
The stuff toy that Jingi won for me, a squirrel, to be exact now lay in my bed. It was something that he won for me that day. Chinen won lots of prizes but he never did win any stuff toys for me back in our time in the amusement park.
I picked up the stuff toy in my bed.
I laid down. I played with the stuff toy, sending it flying up in the air and catching it. It was something that Jingi gave to me, but at that moment Chinen was the only thing I could think of.
Tired from all the excitement and memories of the day, I curled up once again on my bed.
I could somehow still remember the last words I spoke to the stuff toy beside me:
“Chinen, I miss you.”
I fell asleep to the rhythmic pitter-pattering sounds on my roof.
A/N: Sorry for the late update again, I had many school works to do so I didn't manage to update it on my deadline....
This is a sudden turn of events but I hope you'll like it.
Thank you for reading!
and comments and critics are love!