[Complete] Invisible Chains- Chapter 11
Did you hear? Arashi's THE DIGITALIAN concert tour will be released on DVD and Blu-ray on July 29! I usually don't buy the concert DVD because honestly, they are pretty expensive. So I only stick with albums because I can listen to them whenever I want. o(^▽^)o
Anyways, this chapter will introduce Asuka's residence. I pictured her house to be peculiar and out of the ordinary, since she is the daughter of a CEO. So I looked for images of Japanese homes to fit that picture, and I found this: Click here for the picture. (I couldn't fit it in this post.) Also other images of the inside of the house and Asuka's "bedroom". Hopefully this will help you see what kind of home Asuka lives in with her father.
Without further ado, here is the chapter!!!!
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Chapter 11
I tapped my foot while I leaned against Aiba-san’s car as I waited impatiently for him to arrive at his car. I knew I had overdue my presence in his company. I desperately wanted to go home to rest both my body and my mind. I had enough of people prying into my private time. I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket to check the time. It was already 9 p.m. I exhaled to feel a sudden breeze pass by. I wanted to wear a sweater but I left it inside my luggage. Well I didn't worry too much, because I was determined to take the taxi home after I grabbed my luggage out of the trunk of Aiba-san’s car.
“Thanks for waiting, you came out of there so fast!” Aiba-san shouted as he ran towards me. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. “I just want to go home so if you don’t mind, I want to grab my stuff from your car.” I said to see Aiba-san pulling out his car keys from his pocket. He paused and then looked at me with a puzzled look. “Hm? I can take you home. I might as well since-“ Before he could finish his sentence, I interrupted him with my hand extended towards him. “Thank you for the offer but I’ll be fine. I can grab a taxi to take me home. Plus my house is pretty far and I don’t think-“ I kept rambling but I had a feeling that he wasn’t buying it. He folded his arms across his chest and had a frown on his face. He looked like he was determined to get me home safely. I stopped talking to see him getting into his car.
I sighed and dropped my shoulders. Of course he’s not listening to me. Why would he? I mean it’s not the first time he totally ignored me. I guess he’s not giving me an option now. I boarded into the passenger’s seat and placed on my seatbelt without any resistance. “Just head west from here.” I said, while I tried to hide my big sulk from him. “Hai!” He said with a big and bright smile across his face. He started the car before we continued our drive into the night.
An hour later, after getting stuck in traffic, we arrived in my neighborhood. Aiba-san gasped as he looked around the street. I was a bit surprised that he reacted like that but I guess anyone would be surprised. The houses along my street are housed to celebrities, politicians and rich business people. All of the houses were either built or designed by famous architects and artists from different countries around the world. I bet the houses here stick out like a sore thumb on Google Earth.
I pointed and said to him. “My house is over there.” Aiba-san gasped again and his eyes were widened. “Is that your house? Wait, is it a house?” He whispered. I raised an eyebrow and waited until he pulled the car to the side. The house was created by a famous Japanese architect whom my father became friends with during his first years as Nakashima Industries’ CEO. The design was based on my father’s sporadic and unpredictable personality, which I totally can see in the design.
I checked the windows to see the house lights on. I sighed under my breath. My father must be home. I was hoping that he was at a drinking party or a company dinner. Aiba-san got out of the car and quickly walked towards the trunk to grab my things before I could. Well that was unexpected.
I took my luggage handle out of his hands. Then I bowed in front of him, making him flinch and surprised by my action. “Arigato gozaimasu for taking me to Imai-san’s farm, driving me back to home and taking me out for dinner. Also I would like to apologize once again for your pants.” My eyes lowered to see the stain had dried up but it was still quite noticeable. Aiba-san looked down to check his pants. “Right. Hehehe. It’s okay Asuka-chan. And your handkerchief… I will give it back to you soon.” He said and smiled at me.
I cocked my head to the side. Then I began to walk towards the door. I reached out to ring the doorbell, when I glanced slightly behind me, wondering if he was still looking at me. To my surprise, he was and he began to wave his hands to me. I bit my lower lip and then I buzzed into the intercom. “It’s me, Asuka. Let me in.” I said and there was a buzz, letting me know that the door was opened. I walked in but I stopped to hear the sound of a car door shut close. I exhaled and then lowered my head. I was glad to be home but what was this kind of uncomfortable feeling I had that remained in my heart?
I closed the door shut and rolled my luggage into the house, to be immediately greeted by the few maids and butlers my father hired. I forced a smile as all of my belongings were taken from me and were in their hands. I slipped off my shoes and exhaled as I stared out in front of me. Home sweet home...
It was at this point where I finally felt my tiredness of my aching feet and my drained mentality. I slipped on my floor slippers and started to head to my room, where I happened to pass by my father wearing his favorite leopard-print silk bathrobe, which I found absolute hideous. And sipping on some red wine on his favorite chair, which is located on a small floor between the first and second floor. It’s a nice relaxing spot whenever the weather is nice outside. I remembered that I used to use that spot a lot when I wanted to take a break from studying.
I was going to continue my way up the stairs without speaking to my father. “Did you have fun?” My father said in his very annoying and sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes and continued to make my way up the stairs. My father said nothing after that. Usually he would pester me and now he’s giving me a cold shoulder. Huh, it must be work that got him stressed out…
I entered my neat and bare room. The walls are painted with a dull white coat, which matches with my modern and sleek white furniture. One of the butlers placed my luggage beside my bed and quietly left before I jumped onto my springy and comfortable bed. I smiled to myself as I stretched out my arms and legs. It’s true that nothing is better than to be at home. Suddenly I felt like a cat relaxing in their favorite spot. The cat would stretch out its arms and then curled itself. My phone vibrated again and I jumped out of my bed to grab it from my purse. I grabbed my phone and I checked the screen to see it was a text message from Aiba-san. Right, I have his phone number and he has mine. I almost forgot.
“I forgot to tell you but it was great seeing you again Asuka-chan and thanks for letting me share a room with you. I had fun at Imai-san’s farm and I was thinking of visiting there again next summer. Although you had to put up with me, I had fun spending time with you and seeing a different side of you. I will return your handkerchief whenever we meet, which I don’t when but as a precaution, I’ll always carry the handkerchief with me because we always happen to bump into each other. -Aiba.” I muttered under my breath as I read out aloud.
My cheeks flushed and my heart started to beat faster. Why does my heart react to him and his words? He’s just thanking me. He’s trying to be courteous even though he totally squeezed into my private time. I sighed and scratched my head. Should I be happy to receive this message or should I be proud that he should be thanking me?
I exhaled and slammed my backside onto my bed. As my eyes stared at the plain white ceiling, I began to question my feelings towards Aiba-san. Although I was trying to ignore my feelings towards him, somehow I’m always happy around him and he’s constantly on my mind. Wait, what does this mean? What is my heart trying to tell me?
Anyways, this chapter will introduce Asuka's residence. I pictured her house to be peculiar and out of the ordinary, since she is the daughter of a CEO. So I looked for images of Japanese homes to fit that picture, and I found this: Click here for the picture. (I couldn't fit it in this post.) Also other images of the inside of the house and Asuka's "bedroom". Hopefully this will help you see what kind of home Asuka lives in with her father.
Without further ado, here is the chapter!!!!
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Chapter 11
I tapped my foot while I leaned against Aiba-san’s car as I waited impatiently for him to arrive at his car. I knew I had overdue my presence in his company. I desperately wanted to go home to rest both my body and my mind. I had enough of people prying into my private time. I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket to check the time. It was already 9 p.m. I exhaled to feel a sudden breeze pass by. I wanted to wear a sweater but I left it inside my luggage. Well I didn't worry too much, because I was determined to take the taxi home after I grabbed my luggage out of the trunk of Aiba-san’s car.
“Thanks for waiting, you came out of there so fast!” Aiba-san shouted as he ran towards me. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. “I just want to go home so if you don’t mind, I want to grab my stuff from your car.” I said to see Aiba-san pulling out his car keys from his pocket. He paused and then looked at me with a puzzled look. “Hm? I can take you home. I might as well since-“ Before he could finish his sentence, I interrupted him with my hand extended towards him. “Thank you for the offer but I’ll be fine. I can grab a taxi to take me home. Plus my house is pretty far and I don’t think-“ I kept rambling but I had a feeling that he wasn’t buying it. He folded his arms across his chest and had a frown on his face. He looked like he was determined to get me home safely. I stopped talking to see him getting into his car.
I sighed and dropped my shoulders. Of course he’s not listening to me. Why would he? I mean it’s not the first time he totally ignored me. I guess he’s not giving me an option now. I boarded into the passenger’s seat and placed on my seatbelt without any resistance. “Just head west from here.” I said, while I tried to hide my big sulk from him. “Hai!” He said with a big and bright smile across his face. He started the car before we continued our drive into the night.
An hour later, after getting stuck in traffic, we arrived in my neighborhood. Aiba-san gasped as he looked around the street. I was a bit surprised that he reacted like that but I guess anyone would be surprised. The houses along my street are housed to celebrities, politicians and rich business people. All of the houses were either built or designed by famous architects and artists from different countries around the world. I bet the houses here stick out like a sore thumb on Google Earth.
I pointed and said to him. “My house is over there.” Aiba-san gasped again and his eyes were widened. “Is that your house? Wait, is it a house?” He whispered. I raised an eyebrow and waited until he pulled the car to the side. The house was created by a famous Japanese architect whom my father became friends with during his first years as Nakashima Industries’ CEO. The design was based on my father’s sporadic and unpredictable personality, which I totally can see in the design.
I checked the windows to see the house lights on. I sighed under my breath. My father must be home. I was hoping that he was at a drinking party or a company dinner. Aiba-san got out of the car and quickly walked towards the trunk to grab my things before I could. Well that was unexpected.
I took my luggage handle out of his hands. Then I bowed in front of him, making him flinch and surprised by my action. “Arigato gozaimasu for taking me to Imai-san’s farm, driving me back to home and taking me out for dinner. Also I would like to apologize once again for your pants.” My eyes lowered to see the stain had dried up but it was still quite noticeable. Aiba-san looked down to check his pants. “Right. Hehehe. It’s okay Asuka-chan. And your handkerchief… I will give it back to you soon.” He said and smiled at me.
I cocked my head to the side. Then I began to walk towards the door. I reached out to ring the doorbell, when I glanced slightly behind me, wondering if he was still looking at me. To my surprise, he was and he began to wave his hands to me. I bit my lower lip and then I buzzed into the intercom. “It’s me, Asuka. Let me in.” I said and there was a buzz, letting me know that the door was opened. I walked in but I stopped to hear the sound of a car door shut close. I exhaled and then lowered my head. I was glad to be home but what was this kind of uncomfortable feeling I had that remained in my heart?
I closed the door shut and rolled my luggage into the house, to be immediately greeted by the few maids and butlers my father hired. I forced a smile as all of my belongings were taken from me and were in their hands. I slipped off my shoes and exhaled as I stared out in front of me. Home sweet home...
It was at this point where I finally felt my tiredness of my aching feet and my drained mentality. I slipped on my floor slippers and started to head to my room, where I happened to pass by my father wearing his favorite leopard-print silk bathrobe, which I found absolute hideous. And sipping on some red wine on his favorite chair, which is located on a small floor between the first and second floor. It’s a nice relaxing spot whenever the weather is nice outside. I remembered that I used to use that spot a lot when I wanted to take a break from studying.
I was going to continue my way up the stairs without speaking to my father. “Did you have fun?” My father said in his very annoying and sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes and continued to make my way up the stairs. My father said nothing after that. Usually he would pester me and now he’s giving me a cold shoulder. Huh, it must be work that got him stressed out…
I entered my neat and bare room. The walls are painted with a dull white coat, which matches with my modern and sleek white furniture. One of the butlers placed my luggage beside my bed and quietly left before I jumped onto my springy and comfortable bed. I smiled to myself as I stretched out my arms and legs. It’s true that nothing is better than to be at home. Suddenly I felt like a cat relaxing in their favorite spot. The cat would stretch out its arms and then curled itself. My phone vibrated again and I jumped out of my bed to grab it from my purse. I grabbed my phone and I checked the screen to see it was a text message from Aiba-san. Right, I have his phone number and he has mine. I almost forgot.
“I forgot to tell you but it was great seeing you again Asuka-chan and thanks for letting me share a room with you. I had fun at Imai-san’s farm and I was thinking of visiting there again next summer. Although you had to put up with me, I had fun spending time with you and seeing a different side of you. I will return your handkerchief whenever we meet, which I don’t when but as a precaution, I’ll always carry the handkerchief with me because we always happen to bump into each other. -Aiba.” I muttered under my breath as I read out aloud.
My cheeks flushed and my heart started to beat faster. Why does my heart react to him and his words? He’s just thanking me. He’s trying to be courteous even though he totally squeezed into my private time. I sighed and scratched my head. Should I be happy to receive this message or should I be proud that he should be thanking me?
I exhaled and slammed my backside onto my bed. As my eyes stared at the plain white ceiling, I began to question my feelings towards Aiba-san. Although I was trying to ignore my feelings towards him, somehow I’m always happy around him and he’s constantly on my mind. Wait, what does this mean? What is my heart trying to tell me?