When A Stranger Calls
A/N: Yeah. This is a fail. Don’t kill me for this. Some words are borrowed from Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. This is AU since I have no idea what happens in a radio show. :))
Five more minutes and her late night radio show would be starting. Satomi sipped on her coffee to kick off some of the sleep that’s been bugging her. She shouldn’t be asleep at a time like this. She was browsing over a random issue of Myojo when the assistant called her attention.
“Ishihara-san, we’ll be starting in a minute.”
“Okay, I’ll be there.” She cheerfully said, leaving the magazine open on top of the table.
Her radio show started. “Good evening everyone! This is Ishihara Satomi! Tonight, we’ll be hearing out all your requests through phone and email. So if you’d want, you can call on our number 266-74-08 or email us at say_to_me@radio.com. I’m already excited with your requests guys so keep ‘em coming!”
A couple of seconds later, the phone rang. “Ooh. Looks like we already have a caller. Hello! Welcome to SayToMe! What’s your name?”
There was a buzzing sound from the other end of the line before a female’s voice answered. “OMG, Ishihara-san I love you so much!”
She giggled. “Thank you very much. What’s your name again?”
“Ooh. I’m Tokugawa Michiko and I really like Ishihara-san! I liked you so much as the nurse in Hidarime! And speaking of Hidarime, you look good with Yamada-san!” the girl ranted.
“Oh, wow. Thanks for watching that dorama Tokugawa-san. And about Yama-chan…”
“OMG, you’re calling him Yama-chan!” the girl cheerfully ranted and flailed over the phone. “You really look good together!”
She went on and on for a full minute before Satomi sighed and said, “Tokugawa-san, excuse me. Do you have a request?”
The girl went silent. “No. I just wanted to hear your voice and OMG I already did!”
That's your third OMG in a span of two minutes, Satomi thought, bored. “Thank you for calling Tokugawa-san and I hope you’d continue supporting my projects. Bye!”
Satomi sighed to herself. She said those lines like she was Sayama Hitomi from Hidarime and it gave her a chill. She liked the character that she portrayed but then, Hitomi was sort of on the psychotic edge. But hell, she could relate to her.
“Okay! We’re up for our next caller. Just press those dials. This is just for tonight guys!”
A ring on the phone and she picked it up.
“Hello! What’s your name?”
“Hi.” A low pitched male voice murmured. “How are you?”
Satomi blinked. “Eh? Uh… I’m fine! How about you?”
“I’m delighted.”
“Delighted?” she echoed.
“Because I get to hear your voice.”
She didn’t realize that she was blushing until she heard a low laughter from the other end of the phone. “Oh, uh… that’s flattering, I guess? So may I know your name?”
“You blushed… you look utterly fetching when you blush.” the voice said, stifling his laughter.
“What?” she snapped. “I mean, this is a radio. You don’t get to see me.” she said, making herself feel confident. Wait, why was she making herself confident?
“You’re right, I'm sorry.”
“Don’t I get a name?” she sighed.
Pause.
“Hello?” she called out.
“Oh sorry I spaced out. Your beauty is just so out of this world.”
For the second time tonight, she blushed. Satomi maintained her composure and shook her head, hurting it a bit when the headphones shook with it.
“Are you saying that I look like an alien?” she countered.
“No. Not that type you think of. You’re extraordinary, exquisite, delicate, and finely beautiful.”
Could the blushing be more redundant? “Thank you for reading to us the synonyms of beautiful. Now if you please would like to introduce yourself, do so.” She said sternly.
“You’re angry…” he sound dejected.
“I’m not.” She forced herself to smile only to falter at the strangers next words.
“Now I know you’re smiling.”
She was silent for a minute. “Are you stalking me?” she said seriously, demanding. It was like she forgot that they were on a live radio streaming.
“No.”
“Then stop provoking me!” she said, irritated.
“Say provoking again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.” his voice sliced through the air.
And she was out of words once more. She looked up and saw a tall, lanky, brown-haired man with a mischievous smile on his face standing a few feet away from her radio booth, a cell phone drawn to his ears, smiling intently at her.
“Damn you..” she whispered then remembered that she was live. “AAAAAHHH! No wait, I mean I think that’s all for tonight’s radio show guys! I hope to see or hear from you soon! Here’s music, listen to them! I need to face some issues with someone currently holding his phone. Again, this is Ishihara Satomi saying I love you guys!”
She turned the playlist on, removed the headphones, and dashed out of the booth to the man.
“Toma!!! I hate you so much!!!!” she shouted, throwing punches at his chest.
“Aw! Aw! Stop it Satomi, it hurts.” He guffawed.
“Why did you call me over the air?!” she stopped, folding her arms across her chest.
“I missed you.”
“You made a fool out of me.”
“I think you did great. And I bet your approval ratings will escalate because of this episode.”
She scowled at him.
“Sorry.” he said sincerely.
“If my ratings will drop, so will this relationship.” She threatened.
“What?!” he shrieked, eyes bulging.
There was silence.
“You’re not serious, right?” he was nervous.
Her scowl vanished as she went into fits of laughter.
“Then stop provoking me.”
“Say it again.” he smirked.
“The whole thing or only the word which makes me look provocative?”
“The latter would do.” he smiled as he hugged her and planted a kiss on her forehead.
Five more minutes and her late night radio show would be starting. Satomi sipped on her coffee to kick off some of the sleep that’s been bugging her. She shouldn’t be asleep at a time like this. She was browsing over a random issue of Myojo when the assistant called her attention.
“Ishihara-san, we’ll be starting in a minute.”
“Okay, I’ll be there.” She cheerfully said, leaving the magazine open on top of the table.
Her radio show started. “Good evening everyone! This is Ishihara Satomi! Tonight, we’ll be hearing out all your requests through phone and email. So if you’d want, you can call on our number 266-74-08 or email us at say_to_me@radio.com. I’m already excited with your requests guys so keep ‘em coming!”
A couple of seconds later, the phone rang. “Ooh. Looks like we already have a caller. Hello! Welcome to SayToMe! What’s your name?”
There was a buzzing sound from the other end of the line before a female’s voice answered. “OMG, Ishihara-san I love you so much!”
She giggled. “Thank you very much. What’s your name again?”
“Ooh. I’m Tokugawa Michiko and I really like Ishihara-san! I liked you so much as the nurse in Hidarime! And speaking of Hidarime, you look good with Yamada-san!” the girl ranted.
“Oh, wow. Thanks for watching that dorama Tokugawa-san. And about Yama-chan…”
“OMG, you’re calling him Yama-chan!” the girl cheerfully ranted and flailed over the phone. “You really look good together!”
She went on and on for a full minute before Satomi sighed and said, “Tokugawa-san, excuse me. Do you have a request?”
The girl went silent. “No. I just wanted to hear your voice and OMG I already did!”
That's your third OMG in a span of two minutes, Satomi thought, bored. “Thank you for calling Tokugawa-san and I hope you’d continue supporting my projects. Bye!”
Satomi sighed to herself. She said those lines like she was Sayama Hitomi from Hidarime and it gave her a chill. She liked the character that she portrayed but then, Hitomi was sort of on the psychotic edge. But hell, she could relate to her.
“Okay! We’re up for our next caller. Just press those dials. This is just for tonight guys!”
A ring on the phone and she picked it up.
“Hello! What’s your name?”
“Hi.” A low pitched male voice murmured. “How are you?”
Satomi blinked. “Eh? Uh… I’m fine! How about you?”
“I’m delighted.”
“Delighted?” she echoed.
“Because I get to hear your voice.”
She didn’t realize that she was blushing until she heard a low laughter from the other end of the phone. “Oh, uh… that’s flattering, I guess? So may I know your name?”
“You blushed… you look utterly fetching when you blush.” the voice said, stifling his laughter.
“What?” she snapped. “I mean, this is a radio. You don’t get to see me.” she said, making herself feel confident. Wait, why was she making herself confident?
“You’re right, I'm sorry.”
“Don’t I get a name?” she sighed.
Pause.
“Hello?” she called out.
“Oh sorry I spaced out. Your beauty is just so out of this world.”
For the second time tonight, she blushed. Satomi maintained her composure and shook her head, hurting it a bit when the headphones shook with it.
“Are you saying that I look like an alien?” she countered.
“No. Not that type you think of. You’re extraordinary, exquisite, delicate, and finely beautiful.”
Could the blushing be more redundant? “Thank you for reading to us the synonyms of beautiful. Now if you please would like to introduce yourself, do so.” She said sternly.
“You’re angry…” he sound dejected.
“I’m not.” She forced herself to smile only to falter at the strangers next words.
“Now I know you’re smiling.”
She was silent for a minute. “Are you stalking me?” she said seriously, demanding. It was like she forgot that they were on a live radio streaming.
“No.”
“Then stop provoking me!” she said, irritated.
“Say provoking again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.” his voice sliced through the air.
And she was out of words once more. She looked up and saw a tall, lanky, brown-haired man with a mischievous smile on his face standing a few feet away from her radio booth, a cell phone drawn to his ears, smiling intently at her.
“Damn you..” she whispered then remembered that she was live. “AAAAAHHH! No wait, I mean I think that’s all for tonight’s radio show guys! I hope to see or hear from you soon! Here’s music, listen to them! I need to face some issues with someone currently holding his phone. Again, this is Ishihara Satomi saying I love you guys!”
She turned the playlist on, removed the headphones, and dashed out of the booth to the man.
“Toma!!! I hate you so much!!!!” she shouted, throwing punches at his chest.
“Aw! Aw! Stop it Satomi, it hurts.” He guffawed.
“Why did you call me over the air?!” she stopped, folding her arms across her chest.
“I missed you.”
“You made a fool out of me.”
“I think you did great. And I bet your approval ratings will escalate because of this episode.”
She scowled at him.
“Sorry.” he said sincerely.
“If my ratings will drop, so will this relationship.” She threatened.
“What?!” he shrieked, eyes bulging.
There was silence.
“You’re not serious, right?” he was nervous.
Her scowl vanished as she went into fits of laughter.
“Then stop provoking me.”
“Say it again.” he smirked.
“The whole thing or only the word which makes me look provocative?”
“The latter would do.” he smiled as he hugged her and planted a kiss on her forehead.