Japanese story 2008 - Chapter 1
Ladies and gentlemen!
This is the product of
arsinoi's imagination and my writing skills. It is the story of what could or couldn't happen if two crazy and dangerous girls visit Tokyo and meet their idols. Please, in any case, DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY.
I will only post the next chapter if I survive the experience!
Japanese Story 2008
SHIBUYA PLACE
Blue = Greek
Red = Japanese
Chapter 1 - The meeting
Second day in Tokyo. Arsinoi and Marilena woke up in their hotel room with all the shopping they had done the previous day scattered all around their room. Arsinoi had bought a lot of manga and an outfit Sakurai Sho had worn during Arashi’s last concert. She hoped to wear it at a cosplay. Marilena had bought many visual-kei CDs and the white version of the shirt Kamenashi Kazuya had worn during his Someday for Somebody performance in the 2007 tour. It was a little big for her, but well, it was a shirt and she planed to wear it as soon as possible.
Marilena got up and went to open the windows, trying to place her feet in the empty space on the floor, as Arsinoi was opening her eyes.
“What time is it?” she groaned.
“Nine” Marilena replied.
“Why do we wake up so early?” her friend complained.
“We have to go to your university. Have you forgotten?”
Arsinoi would soon start her post-graduate studies in Tokyo University and the two girls wanted to find a proper apartment for her and take some more papers to the university. They dressed themselves rather quickly before going. Arsinoi wore a blue dress and a big white hat adorning her long light brown hair. Marilena wore white jeans and a green short-sleeved shirt. She also wore sunglasses and had hidden her short light brown hair with a white jockey hat. She took a green backpack with her while Arsinoi a small blue handbag. If all the Japanese would look at them because two gaijin girls would certainly attract attention, they’d better look as stylish as they could.
So ready they were for another day in the chaotic city. This time their route would be through Shibuya. Marilena was excited because the headquarters of the famous Johnny’s & Associates talent agency was there. Arsinoi was explaining her how it might be possible they arrange a tour in the building. It was at this point that Marilena made an extravagant excited movement with her hands without paying any attention to the young guy who was walking next to them. He was wearing a black jockey hat and sunglasses too big for his thin face. His T-shirt was also black and had the inscription “God is not here at the moment. May I help you?” with yellow letters on it. Only his jeans were grey-blue, of an apparently very high quality.
“Chikusho” he swore in a low voice, apparently to himself. Marilena had managed to throw away with her right hand a bag he was holding. It was a backpack very similar to Marilena’s but it had two more pouches on the sides and the color was of a blue-green which Marilena would insist that it was blue. The bag fell on some dirty water which was on the pavement for an unknown reason.
The boy hunched to pick up his bag while the girls were looking at each other. Marilena was flabbergasted and unable to react in any way while Arsinoi smiled broadly for a moment and then turned to the boy with a very serious expression and tone of voice. In fact, when he had talked they had both recognized his voice - he was no other than their adored idol Kamenashi-san. A few months older than Arsinoi and 5 years younger than Marilena, at 23 he was still as busy as ever.
“Sumimasen! My friend is really clumsy and extravagant” Arsinoi explained to him. “She doesn’t speak Japanese, but I think she will be glad to wash your bag for you” she went on.
“Wash my bag? But why is she standing like that? She’s like frozen”
Arsinoi turned and looked at Marilena as well. She still hadn’t moved but her eyes were always following Kamenashi’s eyes - or rather what she could make out behind his sunglasses.
“Ah? Is she still frozen? I think it’s her guy-phobia. But she has no problem with bags.”
Kamenashi raised an eyebrow.
“We’ll make sure that your bag will be clean… But I need to ask a favor… Could you help me carry her to the hotel?”
This was preposterous! Not only had she managed to make his bag a mess, but now he should carry her to the hotel? Thankfully he had a soft sport for sweet girls.
Ah never mind, he might just as well be late for the KAT-TUN meeting. They could establish their fall schedule without him. He would manage with any kind of schedule anyway. He just wanted to do something.
They grabbed Marilena from her hands and started to move towards the direction that Arsinoi indicated. Marilena had fainted but the only way Kamenashi could tell was that she had closed her eyes and had leaned her head on his shoulder. Luckily the hotel was not far away. They got up in their room while many pairs of eyes were staring at them. Kamenashi was wondering what would happen if somebody recognized him. Arsinoi was thinking of a way to keep him there and make him bring his friends as well. Marilena was trying to regain her consciousness but when she managed to do so she smelled Kamenashi’s skin and fainted again - too sweet of a smell for her weak heart to cope with.
Up in the room, she was placed on the two-seats sofa. Arsinoi asked Kamenashi for his name and phone-number, so that she could contact him again and bring his bag back. Kamenashi hesitated. Should he risk his privacy for a bag? And just when he was thinking about it, his phone rang.
Oshirikajiri mushi - oshirikajiri mushi…
“Moshi moshi?”
“Hey you! Where are you? The meeting will start soon!”
“Jin, gomen. I had an urgent matter and I will be late. Arrange everything and tell me later about your decisions.”
“OhayoJin!” Arsinoi shouted.
“Are you with a girl? Is this the “urgent” matter?”
“It’s more complicated than that. I will explain later. There are two girls here actually. One of them has fainted.”
“Yeah, right. I bet you can have this effect on girls! Are they cute?”
“They are Caucasian!...” he said looking at Marilena.
“Really?!!! I wanna meet them! Take their phone numbers!”
“You don’t lose a moment, you rascal! All right! Talk in a lower voice and I will! I have to go now! We’ll talk later.”
“Is your friend as cute as you?” Arsinoi asked in a conspiratory voice after he terminated the communication.
Kamenashi decided to give Arsinoi his phone number, but he only introduced himself as “Kazuya”. When Arsinoi carefully inserted his name and phone number in her own cellular, she took Marilena’s backpack “because it was similar”, emptied it and put inside all of Kazuya’s belongings. She carefully took mental notes of his blue notebook, pens, glasses and homemade sandwich. After that he was free to leave, but after arranging a meeting for the following evening.
It was after he left that Marilena regained full consciousness.
“What happened?” she asked Arsinoi while holding her head with both her hands.
“Don’t you remember?”
“Well, I remember a guy with big sunglasses and a strange smell and… Who was he?”
“Um… Just Kazuya. KamenashiKazuya. And you have to wash his bag”.
Marilena looked at the bag and started shouting some incomprehensible syllables.
“I gave him your bag, by the way” her annoyed friend interrupted her for this crucial piece of information. “Your wallet, cell phone, lip gloss, mp3 player, book and empty chocolate cover are over there.”
More shouting.
Some complaints from the room next door.
“Now go wash it because it has to be ready tomorrow.”
“Wait… Are we? Is he… Are they…. Is everyone…?”
“Probably. But please, don’t shout!”
This is the product of
arsinoi's imagination and my writing skills. It is the story of what could or couldn't happen if two crazy and dangerous girls visit Tokyo and meet their idols. Please, in any case, DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY.
I will only post the next chapter if I survive the experience!
Japanese Story 2008
SHIBUYA PLACE
Blue = Greek
Red = Japanese
Chapter 1 - The meeting
Second day in Tokyo. Arsinoi and Marilena woke up in their hotel room with all the shopping they had done the previous day scattered all around their room. Arsinoi had bought a lot of manga and an outfit Sakurai Sho had worn during Arashi’s last concert. She hoped to wear it at a cosplay. Marilena had bought many visual-kei CDs and the white version of the shirt Kamenashi Kazuya had worn during his Someday for Somebody performance in the 2007 tour. It was a little big for her, but well, it was a shirt and she planed to wear it as soon as possible.
Marilena got up and went to open the windows, trying to place her feet in the empty space on the floor, as Arsinoi was opening her eyes.
“What time is it?” she groaned.
“Nine” Marilena replied.
“Why do we wake up so early?” her friend complained.
“We have to go to your university. Have you forgotten?”
Arsinoi would soon start her post-graduate studies in Tokyo University and the two girls wanted to find a proper apartment for her and take some more papers to the university. They dressed themselves rather quickly before going. Arsinoi wore a blue dress and a big white hat adorning her long light brown hair. Marilena wore white jeans and a green short-sleeved shirt. She also wore sunglasses and had hidden her short light brown hair with a white jockey hat. She took a green backpack with her while Arsinoi a small blue handbag. If all the Japanese would look at them because two gaijin girls would certainly attract attention, they’d better look as stylish as they could.
So ready they were for another day in the chaotic city. This time their route would be through Shibuya. Marilena was excited because the headquarters of the famous Johnny’s & Associates talent agency was there. Arsinoi was explaining her how it might be possible they arrange a tour in the building. It was at this point that Marilena made an extravagant excited movement with her hands without paying any attention to the young guy who was walking next to them. He was wearing a black jockey hat and sunglasses too big for his thin face. His T-shirt was also black and had the inscription “God is not here at the moment. May I help you?” with yellow letters on it. Only his jeans were grey-blue, of an apparently very high quality.
“Chikusho” he swore in a low voice, apparently to himself. Marilena had managed to throw away with her right hand a bag he was holding. It was a backpack very similar to Marilena’s but it had two more pouches on the sides and the color was of a blue-green which Marilena would insist that it was blue. The bag fell on some dirty water which was on the pavement for an unknown reason.
The boy hunched to pick up his bag while the girls were looking at each other. Marilena was flabbergasted and unable to react in any way while Arsinoi smiled broadly for a moment and then turned to the boy with a very serious expression and tone of voice. In fact, when he had talked they had both recognized his voice - he was no other than their adored idol Kamenashi-san. A few months older than Arsinoi and 5 years younger than Marilena, at 23 he was still as busy as ever.
“Sumimasen! My friend is really clumsy and extravagant” Arsinoi explained to him. “She doesn’t speak Japanese, but I think she will be glad to wash your bag for you” she went on.
“Wash my bag? But why is she standing like that? She’s like frozen”
Arsinoi turned and looked at Marilena as well. She still hadn’t moved but her eyes were always following Kamenashi’s eyes - or rather what she could make out behind his sunglasses.
“Ah? Is she still frozen? I think it’s her guy-phobia. But she has no problem with bags.”
Kamenashi raised an eyebrow.
“We’ll make sure that your bag will be clean… But I need to ask a favor… Could you help me carry her to the hotel?”
This was preposterous! Not only had she managed to make his bag a mess, but now he should carry her to the hotel? Thankfully he had a soft sport for sweet girls.
Ah never mind, he might just as well be late for the KAT-TUN meeting. They could establish their fall schedule without him. He would manage with any kind of schedule anyway. He just wanted to do something.
They grabbed Marilena from her hands and started to move towards the direction that Arsinoi indicated. Marilena had fainted but the only way Kamenashi could tell was that she had closed her eyes and had leaned her head on his shoulder. Luckily the hotel was not far away. They got up in their room while many pairs of eyes were staring at them. Kamenashi was wondering what would happen if somebody recognized him. Arsinoi was thinking of a way to keep him there and make him bring his friends as well. Marilena was trying to regain her consciousness but when she managed to do so she smelled Kamenashi’s skin and fainted again - too sweet of a smell for her weak heart to cope with.
Up in the room, she was placed on the two-seats sofa. Arsinoi asked Kamenashi for his name and phone-number, so that she could contact him again and bring his bag back. Kamenashi hesitated. Should he risk his privacy for a bag? And just when he was thinking about it, his phone rang.
Oshirikajiri mushi - oshirikajiri mushi…
“Moshi moshi?”
“Hey you! Where are you? The meeting will start soon!”
“Jin, gomen. I had an urgent matter and I will be late. Arrange everything and tell me later about your decisions.”
“OhayoJin!” Arsinoi shouted.
“Are you with a girl? Is this the “urgent” matter?”
“It’s more complicated than that. I will explain later. There are two girls here actually. One of them has fainted.”
“Yeah, right. I bet you can have this effect on girls! Are they cute?”
“They are Caucasian!...” he said looking at Marilena.
“Really?!!! I wanna meet them! Take their phone numbers!”
“You don’t lose a moment, you rascal! All right! Talk in a lower voice and I will! I have to go now! We’ll talk later.”
“Is your friend as cute as you?” Arsinoi asked in a conspiratory voice after he terminated the communication.
Kamenashi decided to give Arsinoi his phone number, but he only introduced himself as “Kazuya”. When Arsinoi carefully inserted his name and phone number in her own cellular, she took Marilena’s backpack “because it was similar”, emptied it and put inside all of Kazuya’s belongings. She carefully took mental notes of his blue notebook, pens, glasses and homemade sandwich. After that he was free to leave, but after arranging a meeting for the following evening.
It was after he left that Marilena regained full consciousness.
“What happened?” she asked Arsinoi while holding her head with both her hands.
“Don’t you remember?”
“Well, I remember a guy with big sunglasses and a strange smell and… Who was he?”
“Um… Just Kazuya. KamenashiKazuya. And you have to wash his bag”.
Marilena looked at the bag and started shouting some incomprehensible syllables.
“I gave him your bag, by the way” her annoyed friend interrupted her for this crucial piece of information. “Your wallet, cell phone, lip gloss, mp3 player, book and empty chocolate cover are over there.”
More shouting.
Some complaints from the room next door.
“Now go wash it because it has to be ready tomorrow.”
“Wait… Are we? Is he… Are they…. Is everyone…?”
“Probably. But please, don’t shout!”