Caramel, Not Salted - Part Four
Title: Caramel, Not Salted
Pairing: RyoDa
Rating: G
Genre: Humour, Fluff
Word Count: 2,656
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody.
Summary: Nishikido is a movie critic. Ueda sells popcorn at the cinema. One day, they meet.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
Caramel, Not Salted - Part Four
When Nishikido spots a suspicious ‘lady’ with an oversized ugly red hat, he rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue in annoyance.
Message to Uchi: Are you that in love with your job? Will it kill you to stop stalking me for once?
Message to Uchi: And if I’m that famous that warrants your stalking, can you do a better job with your disguise? It’s hideous.
A phone beeps from a distance and within moments, Uchi appears by his side.
“You won’t stop asking me about dating locations and flower choices. I thought I might as well be by your side so as to render aid anytime. Aren’t I a great friend?”
Scoffing, Nishikido ignores his friend and continues towards his destination. It’s boring as hell to bring Ueda to a fun fair for a date but he has read some good reviews online and being too wild at the start might scare Ueda off. Apparently the view at top of the Ferris wheel is gorgeous and Nishikido has practiced his magic trick to pull out a rose from nowhere a million times to better the experience (unless Ueda is unexpectedly allergic to flowers or something).
Upon reaching the entrance of the fair, Uchi becomes all understanding and makes himself scarce before Nishikido can drop the bomb for him to be gone. Since it is five more minutes till their agreed time, Nishikido paces around, inwardly rehearsing the lines he intended to say. He doesn’t want to sound like an overly-excited puppy nor does he want to appear too cold; playing hard to get has backfired countless of times (which explains why he is single prior to meeting Ueda). However, his happy bubble pops when he receives a text from Ueda, apologizing for sudden urgent matters and being unable to turn up for the date. Looks like his romantic trip will be yet another impromptu brotherly outing with Uchi.
He hasn’t even had the time to mope when a “hey!” from behind startles him.
“Did I scare you?” a familiar chuckle follows the sentence and Nishikido frowns upon the sight of Ueda.
“Why, are you not glad to see me?”
Nishikido eventually settles for a sigh.
“You little liar.”
“At least my tales never disappoint people,” Ueda justifies in an unrepentant manner. “Can you say you aren’t relieved or even the least bit happy when I appeared?”
“You’re insufferable,” Nishikido snorts before taking Ueda by the hand and leading him to the entrance of the fair. It isn’t till he hears a low whistle from the surroundings (probably from that annoying ass of a stalker) that he realises how his fingers are locked with Ueda’s. Judging by how the other man didn’t object violently… Nishikido takes it as an unofficial sign of acceptance (which is a good confidence booster for his confession later, an area whereby he is awful in). Furthermore, it debunks his suspicions that Ueda holding his hand after their dinner previously was a mere hallucination caused by the frigid cold weather.
***
If ‘sharpshooter’ refers to a man who has an excellent aim, Nishikido thinks there ought to be another term called the ‘blunt shooter’. Because he would most definitely be a one way definition for that word - he can’t shoot for nuts. Even if he tried his best to get the enormous white fluffy bear from a shooting game or empty his coffers for multiple attempts, there is simply no way he will be able to win it (much as he doesn’t want to disappoint Ueda). He has always thought that a suave man like him will have excellent aim. Reality hurts after all. And it must be some sort of freak talent to suck this bad.
Thankfully, the younger man has gone off to purchase some candy floss, giving him sufficient time to cook up a story on how his eyes have been bleary all day from rushing a movie review before he could take his day off.
Wouldn’t hurt to arouse some sort of sympathy if I’m going to throw my pride away… Nishikido convinces himself. Equivalent trade.
Despite armed with a reasonable explanation, Uchi decides to butt in abruptly. He uncovers himself from his hiding spot and takes it upon himself the win the prize for Nishikido.
“You ought to sell your soul and worship me for being your saviour,” he comments as he knocks down one tin can after another (the game is most definitely rigged; if Uchi can do it why can’t he?). “What do you know? I’m an expert in it!”
Nishikido merely drums his fingers against the counter of the stall.
Right after Uchi picks up his prize, Nishikido spots Ueda returning with his purchase. Snatching the bear ungratefully from his friend, he hastily shoves Uchi out of the way.
“A gift to you,” Nishikido offers and Ueda’s eyes sparkle with delight as he receives the toy.
“Too bad I didn’t catch you in action.”
“Then there wouldn’t be an element of surprise.”
Ueda smiles and expresses his thanks.
“Meeting you has taught me that first impressions don’t mean a thing.”
As Ueda hands Nishikido a stick of candy floss as some form of reward (or torture; eating caramel popcorn doesn’t mean you like all sweet things), he hears an indignant huff from somewhere.
Message from Uchi: What happened to bros over hoes? You chucked me into a bush.
Message from Uchi: I looked like a complete loser. A little girl cackled at me.
Message to Uchi: Quit whining. I didn’t exactly beg you to tag along. You invited yourself.
Slotting his mobile smoothly back into his back pocket, Nishikido curses a little when his phone wouldn’t stop sounding with new message notifications. That bastard must be doing this as some twisted form of revenge.
***
Since roller coasters close much earlier in winter, Ueda sees it as a perfectly legitimate reason to ride one after another. Nishikido isn’t afraid of them despite the machines’ arguable security but he does feel a little nauseous after the forth. Chanting a mantra to reassure himself, he nods tersely at the park attendant as Ueda drags him on their fifth.
“You don’t look too good,” Ueda finally notices while waiting for the ride to start, though he isn’t a least bit sympathetic. “So Nishikido Ryo is afraid of a little velocity huh?”
Before he could snap “am not” back, the roller coaster comes alive and dashes off within mere seconds. All that came out from his mouth were weird gurgling noises and Ueda’s laughter is loud enough not to be consumed by the winds.
***
Teeth chattering, utterly frozen and sick in the stomach, Nishikido scowls when he sees the unflattering picture captured during the ride. He has never purchased such useless mementos and can’t wait for the employees to trash that photograph. However, Ueda stops him, forks out his wallet and pays for a purchase for two. Grinning from ear to ear, he offers one to Nishikido.
“Way of gratitude that you complied to my whims. The weather is pretty chilly so I guess we’ll spare your old bones and skip the next three plans in my mind.”
Staring at the photo, Nishikido figures Uchi will appreciate this it more than he ever will. It should serve as pretty good compensation for being ‘dumped into a pile of twigs’ as Uchi claims to be.
***
Despite how the notion of food makes him sick when his stomach is staging a rebellion, he forces himself into a restaurant the moment Ueda’s stomach begins to growl. How Ueda is able to stomach an entire feast by himself after five roller coaster rides consecutively is a mystery and Nishikido has no intention to unravel it.
He doesn’t think he want to live through today’s activities again, besides the hand-holding bits. And maybe his five seconds worth of glory when he handed Ueda ‘his prize’ from emerging victorious in the shooting game.
“What’s the matter with you today?” Ueda asks nonchalantly as he orders yet another plate of gyoza. “Cat got your tongue? Not going to touch your ramen?”
“I think I lost my appetite somewhere during the course of the last ride.”
“You’re a great kidder,” Ueda giggles even though Nishikido meant it in a dead serious way. "Now eat your food; it isn't good to be a waster."
Nishikido reckons they’ll work on their telepathy some other time.
***
When Ueda coos in excitement about the haunted house in the vicinity, Nishikido groans. Besides losing his appetite, it looks like his voice is in a sizeable amount of danger. No wonder Yamapi said relationships are hazardous for health and sticks to one-nighters; dating Ueda sure is costing his health.
As he approaches the ticket booth, Nishikido wonders what sort of perverse thrill he is in for. The little clown on the poster continually watching him with that freakish smile as he pays for two tickets doesn't make things any more appealing to him. God, out of everything creepy, he hates clowns the most.
"You look a little pale,” Ueda teases as Nishikido returns to his side. “Don't worry, you can always hide behind me if some monsters scares you silly."
Nishikido rolls his eyes in response. He has reviewed countless of horror movies; what makes Ueda think he'll freak out that badly even if he has a little phobia towards clown? Okay, maybe he is a little sensitive towards the additional sense of touch but as long as those weedy little faux ghosts don't circle around his ankles, Nishikido is certain he won't even flinch. All will be good and he'll even be doing his share of protecting fairy boy.
***
There's a lousy storyline behind the haunted house and Nishikido holds back from pointing out the loopholes. Cliché storylines involving "being cursed and unable to leave the place till you find the head of the ghost and release his soul" shouldn't be flawed. Someone ought to fire the writer; he can do so much better with his years of experience.
As they progress down flights of stairs and collect random pieces of paper to fix the spell page that is meant to free the headless ghost (ho hum), the lights slowly dim and Nishikido soon finds himself walking in darkness, a ready target for employees to spring a surprise attack on. He has been faring pretty well lately, only taking a step back once when someone or something crawled out from an empty mirror frame. Guess being vain had a price to pay in this ghoulish place.
As the little laminated arrows point towards a female toilet, Nishikido pauses apprehensively while reading the instructions scribbled in red paint.
“Well, it says here that the among the pair, the female is supposed to venture in on her own -”
Nishikido doesn’t even get to finish the sentence when Ueda elbows him in. Now he knows how Uchi felt, somewhat.
“I’ll enter the next room where the male is supposed to go ~” he barely hears Ueda before the heavy door slams shut. Being forcefully asked to take this route does not determine his role in the relationship.
As he indignantly checks every cubicle, the pale-faced ghosts’ wannabes has little effect on him. Anger is the best charm to survive haunted houses. In fact, Nishikido doesn’t even pay much attention to the one crawling towards him on the ground (good effort though, kiddo). Reading the commands embedded on some wooden block found on the ground, he resigns to fate and follows the silly instructions closely. Spinning circles and chanting rituals must make him look like the silliest man on earth at the moment.
He can only take comfort in the fact that neither Uchi nor Ueda is around; they'll never let him live it down.
***
Reuniting with Ueda makes the rest of the journey a little more tolerable, especially when Ueda begins to trip over little obstacles due to extremely poor night vision. It gives Nishikido a perfectly legitimate reason to support the other man and increase the contact between them. Hands around Ueda’s waist as a form of reassurance, Nishikido actually smiles at the demented clown that comes raging at them with a blunt chopper, demanding for their blood if they wish to free the headless ghost. He even whispers a word of thanks to the employee when Ueda actually gets frightened (oh finally!) and clutches on to his shirt tightly.
Princess blushing makes him twice as attractive.
“Are we reaching the end soon?” Ueda winces as they step into a room of mirror shrouded by shadows.
“I thought someone was the brave one.”
“Well-ll…”
Princess trying to hide his embarrassment makes him thrice as attractive.
“We’ve completed the spell page. All that’s left is to cross this room and reach the table at the other end. I guess that’s where we chant the final spell, free the ghost and get out of this damn place. Stay strong!”
As expected, ghastly beings with straggly hair obstruct their way but Nishikido marches on without a moment’s hesitation. Ueda being on his tenterhooks and hugging him in fright gives Nishikido boundless courage. He doesn’t even curse when three goblets of Tabasco is offered to him as a final requirement to complete the quest. Although Ueda is supposed to suffer as well and have a fair share of burning liquid down his oesophagus, Nishikido takes his share without complaints.
“We’re done,” Nishikido chirps happily (or rather chokes out since his throat is still on fire) as he throws the exit door open and Ueda meekly pries his fingers away from his eyes. “Guess someone is all ready to eat back his words, huh.”
“I don’t remember saying anything,” Ueda denies flatly. “But I’ll still buy you ice cream if you want.”
Nishikido makes a dig at Ueda’s response.
“If someone calms down with ice cream, someone ought to speak up.”
Although Ueda fails to make an intelligent comeback, he pouts, lower lips jutting out the way Nishikido loves.
Nishikido finds himself walking to the ice cream stand like a mechanical robot.
***
The number of people has significantly decreased from the time they have entered the fair and Nishikido decides it is time to end the night. The stars dotting the clear night skies seem like a good sign, cheering him on silently. Leading Ueda to the Ferris wheel, Nishikido prays that his trick wouldn’t be a failure and foil his wonderful plans.
“We’ll take the transparent cabins,” Ueda grins deviously, nudging Nishikido to the other queue. “Yucchi was always too much of a wimp to try it out.”
“Don’t have a trouble with that,” Nishikido answers with a smug smile. It’s oddly comforting to know that he has some vantage points over Nakamaru.
Before the ride, Ueda excuses himself for the washroom and Nishikido seizes the chance to practice his flower trick. He doubts he has ever been this hardworking since graduating from university. Deciding that he’ll confess only in the last few minutes of the ride (he has to take precautions; if Ueda is to reject him, he won’t have to survive through the entire antagonizing round in awkwardness), he decides he is all set for the confession. Granted that it’s just a rose and the sentence “I really like you. Please go out with me!”
Nishikido has said many mean remarks in his life and none of them was ever as difficult as the nine words he is going to address Ueda with. Hopefully karma won’t choose this night to bite back.
To be continued…
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry I took foreverrrr to update. Writing essays are plain horrible. Please let me know if I made any blatant mistakes since I'm not exactly clear-headed at 3am >_> I don’t know when the last part will finally be up but… I’ll do my best. Thank you for reading <3
Pairing: RyoDa
Rating: G
Genre: Humour, Fluff
Word Count: 2,656
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody.
Summary: Nishikido is a movie critic. Ueda sells popcorn at the cinema. One day, they meet.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
Caramel, Not Salted - Part Four
When Nishikido spots a suspicious ‘lady’ with an oversized ugly red hat, he rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue in annoyance.
Message to Uchi: Are you that in love with your job? Will it kill you to stop stalking me for once?
Message to Uchi: And if I’m that famous that warrants your stalking, can you do a better job with your disguise? It’s hideous.
A phone beeps from a distance and within moments, Uchi appears by his side.
“You won’t stop asking me about dating locations and flower choices. I thought I might as well be by your side so as to render aid anytime. Aren’t I a great friend?”
Scoffing, Nishikido ignores his friend and continues towards his destination. It’s boring as hell to bring Ueda to a fun fair for a date but he has read some good reviews online and being too wild at the start might scare Ueda off. Apparently the view at top of the Ferris wheel is gorgeous and Nishikido has practiced his magic trick to pull out a rose from nowhere a million times to better the experience (unless Ueda is unexpectedly allergic to flowers or something).
Upon reaching the entrance of the fair, Uchi becomes all understanding and makes himself scarce before Nishikido can drop the bomb for him to be gone. Since it is five more minutes till their agreed time, Nishikido paces around, inwardly rehearsing the lines he intended to say. He doesn’t want to sound like an overly-excited puppy nor does he want to appear too cold; playing hard to get has backfired countless of times (which explains why he is single prior to meeting Ueda). However, his happy bubble pops when he receives a text from Ueda, apologizing for sudden urgent matters and being unable to turn up for the date. Looks like his romantic trip will be yet another impromptu brotherly outing with Uchi.
He hasn’t even had the time to mope when a “hey!” from behind startles him.
“Did I scare you?” a familiar chuckle follows the sentence and Nishikido frowns upon the sight of Ueda.
“Why, are you not glad to see me?”
Nishikido eventually settles for a sigh.
“You little liar.”
“At least my tales never disappoint people,” Ueda justifies in an unrepentant manner. “Can you say you aren’t relieved or even the least bit happy when I appeared?”
“You’re insufferable,” Nishikido snorts before taking Ueda by the hand and leading him to the entrance of the fair. It isn’t till he hears a low whistle from the surroundings (probably from that annoying ass of a stalker) that he realises how his fingers are locked with Ueda’s. Judging by how the other man didn’t object violently… Nishikido takes it as an unofficial sign of acceptance (which is a good confidence booster for his confession later, an area whereby he is awful in). Furthermore, it debunks his suspicions that Ueda holding his hand after their dinner previously was a mere hallucination caused by the frigid cold weather.
***
If ‘sharpshooter’ refers to a man who has an excellent aim, Nishikido thinks there ought to be another term called the ‘blunt shooter’. Because he would most definitely be a one way definition for that word - he can’t shoot for nuts. Even if he tried his best to get the enormous white fluffy bear from a shooting game or empty his coffers for multiple attempts, there is simply no way he will be able to win it (much as he doesn’t want to disappoint Ueda). He has always thought that a suave man like him will have excellent aim. Reality hurts after all. And it must be some sort of freak talent to suck this bad.
Thankfully, the younger man has gone off to purchase some candy floss, giving him sufficient time to cook up a story on how his eyes have been bleary all day from rushing a movie review before he could take his day off.
Wouldn’t hurt to arouse some sort of sympathy if I’m going to throw my pride away… Nishikido convinces himself. Equivalent trade.
Despite armed with a reasonable explanation, Uchi decides to butt in abruptly. He uncovers himself from his hiding spot and takes it upon himself the win the prize for Nishikido.
“You ought to sell your soul and worship me for being your saviour,” he comments as he knocks down one tin can after another (the game is most definitely rigged; if Uchi can do it why can’t he?). “What do you know? I’m an expert in it!”
Nishikido merely drums his fingers against the counter of the stall.
Right after Uchi picks up his prize, Nishikido spots Ueda returning with his purchase. Snatching the bear ungratefully from his friend, he hastily shoves Uchi out of the way.
“A gift to you,” Nishikido offers and Ueda’s eyes sparkle with delight as he receives the toy.
“Too bad I didn’t catch you in action.”
“Then there wouldn’t be an element of surprise.”
Ueda smiles and expresses his thanks.
“Meeting you has taught me that first impressions don’t mean a thing.”
As Ueda hands Nishikido a stick of candy floss as some form of reward (or torture; eating caramel popcorn doesn’t mean you like all sweet things), he hears an indignant huff from somewhere.
Message from Uchi: What happened to bros over hoes? You chucked me into a bush.
Message from Uchi: I looked like a complete loser. A little girl cackled at me.
Message to Uchi: Quit whining. I didn’t exactly beg you to tag along. You invited yourself.
Slotting his mobile smoothly back into his back pocket, Nishikido curses a little when his phone wouldn’t stop sounding with new message notifications. That bastard must be doing this as some twisted form of revenge.
***
Since roller coasters close much earlier in winter, Ueda sees it as a perfectly legitimate reason to ride one after another. Nishikido isn’t afraid of them despite the machines’ arguable security but he does feel a little nauseous after the forth. Chanting a mantra to reassure himself, he nods tersely at the park attendant as Ueda drags him on their fifth.
“You don’t look too good,” Ueda finally notices while waiting for the ride to start, though he isn’t a least bit sympathetic. “So Nishikido Ryo is afraid of a little velocity huh?”
Before he could snap “am not” back, the roller coaster comes alive and dashes off within mere seconds. All that came out from his mouth were weird gurgling noises and Ueda’s laughter is loud enough not to be consumed by the winds.
***
Teeth chattering, utterly frozen and sick in the stomach, Nishikido scowls when he sees the unflattering picture captured during the ride. He has never purchased such useless mementos and can’t wait for the employees to trash that photograph. However, Ueda stops him, forks out his wallet and pays for a purchase for two. Grinning from ear to ear, he offers one to Nishikido.
“Way of gratitude that you complied to my whims. The weather is pretty chilly so I guess we’ll spare your old bones and skip the next three plans in my mind.”
Staring at the photo, Nishikido figures Uchi will appreciate this it more than he ever will. It should serve as pretty good compensation for being ‘dumped into a pile of twigs’ as Uchi claims to be.
***
Despite how the notion of food makes him sick when his stomach is staging a rebellion, he forces himself into a restaurant the moment Ueda’s stomach begins to growl. How Ueda is able to stomach an entire feast by himself after five roller coaster rides consecutively is a mystery and Nishikido has no intention to unravel it.
He doesn’t think he want to live through today’s activities again, besides the hand-holding bits. And maybe his five seconds worth of glory when he handed Ueda ‘his prize’ from emerging victorious in the shooting game.
“What’s the matter with you today?” Ueda asks nonchalantly as he orders yet another plate of gyoza. “Cat got your tongue? Not going to touch your ramen?”
“I think I lost my appetite somewhere during the course of the last ride.”
“You’re a great kidder,” Ueda giggles even though Nishikido meant it in a dead serious way. "Now eat your food; it isn't good to be a waster."
Nishikido reckons they’ll work on their telepathy some other time.
***
When Ueda coos in excitement about the haunted house in the vicinity, Nishikido groans. Besides losing his appetite, it looks like his voice is in a sizeable amount of danger. No wonder Yamapi said relationships are hazardous for health and sticks to one-nighters; dating Ueda sure is costing his health.
As he approaches the ticket booth, Nishikido wonders what sort of perverse thrill he is in for. The little clown on the poster continually watching him with that freakish smile as he pays for two tickets doesn't make things any more appealing to him. God, out of everything creepy, he hates clowns the most.
"You look a little pale,” Ueda teases as Nishikido returns to his side. “Don't worry, you can always hide behind me if some monsters scares you silly."
Nishikido rolls his eyes in response. He has reviewed countless of horror movies; what makes Ueda think he'll freak out that badly even if he has a little phobia towards clown? Okay, maybe he is a little sensitive towards the additional sense of touch but as long as those weedy little faux ghosts don't circle around his ankles, Nishikido is certain he won't even flinch. All will be good and he'll even be doing his share of protecting fairy boy.
***
There's a lousy storyline behind the haunted house and Nishikido holds back from pointing out the loopholes. Cliché storylines involving "being cursed and unable to leave the place till you find the head of the ghost and release his soul" shouldn't be flawed. Someone ought to fire the writer; he can do so much better with his years of experience.
As they progress down flights of stairs and collect random pieces of paper to fix the spell page that is meant to free the headless ghost (ho hum), the lights slowly dim and Nishikido soon finds himself walking in darkness, a ready target for employees to spring a surprise attack on. He has been faring pretty well lately, only taking a step back once when someone or something crawled out from an empty mirror frame. Guess being vain had a price to pay in this ghoulish place.
As the little laminated arrows point towards a female toilet, Nishikido pauses apprehensively while reading the instructions scribbled in red paint.
“Well, it says here that the among the pair, the female is supposed to venture in on her own -”
Nishikido doesn’t even get to finish the sentence when Ueda elbows him in. Now he knows how Uchi felt, somewhat.
“I’ll enter the next room where the male is supposed to go ~” he barely hears Ueda before the heavy door slams shut. Being forcefully asked to take this route does not determine his role in the relationship.
As he indignantly checks every cubicle, the pale-faced ghosts’ wannabes has little effect on him. Anger is the best charm to survive haunted houses. In fact, Nishikido doesn’t even pay much attention to the one crawling towards him on the ground (good effort though, kiddo). Reading the commands embedded on some wooden block found on the ground, he resigns to fate and follows the silly instructions closely. Spinning circles and chanting rituals must make him look like the silliest man on earth at the moment.
He can only take comfort in the fact that neither Uchi nor Ueda is around; they'll never let him live it down.
***
Reuniting with Ueda makes the rest of the journey a little more tolerable, especially when Ueda begins to trip over little obstacles due to extremely poor night vision. It gives Nishikido a perfectly legitimate reason to support the other man and increase the contact between them. Hands around Ueda’s waist as a form of reassurance, Nishikido actually smiles at the demented clown that comes raging at them with a blunt chopper, demanding for their blood if they wish to free the headless ghost. He even whispers a word of thanks to the employee when Ueda actually gets frightened (oh finally!) and clutches on to his shirt tightly.
Princess blushing makes him twice as attractive.
“Are we reaching the end soon?” Ueda winces as they step into a room of mirror shrouded by shadows.
“I thought someone was the brave one.”
“Well-ll…”
Princess trying to hide his embarrassment makes him thrice as attractive.
“We’ve completed the spell page. All that’s left is to cross this room and reach the table at the other end. I guess that’s where we chant the final spell, free the ghost and get out of this damn place. Stay strong!”
As expected, ghastly beings with straggly hair obstruct their way but Nishikido marches on without a moment’s hesitation. Ueda being on his tenterhooks and hugging him in fright gives Nishikido boundless courage. He doesn’t even curse when three goblets of Tabasco is offered to him as a final requirement to complete the quest. Although Ueda is supposed to suffer as well and have a fair share of burning liquid down his oesophagus, Nishikido takes his share without complaints.
“We’re done,” Nishikido chirps happily (or rather chokes out since his throat is still on fire) as he throws the exit door open and Ueda meekly pries his fingers away from his eyes. “Guess someone is all ready to eat back his words, huh.”
“I don’t remember saying anything,” Ueda denies flatly. “But I’ll still buy you ice cream if you want.”
Nishikido makes a dig at Ueda’s response.
“If someone calms down with ice cream, someone ought to speak up.”
Although Ueda fails to make an intelligent comeback, he pouts, lower lips jutting out the way Nishikido loves.
Nishikido finds himself walking to the ice cream stand like a mechanical robot.
***
The number of people has significantly decreased from the time they have entered the fair and Nishikido decides it is time to end the night. The stars dotting the clear night skies seem like a good sign, cheering him on silently. Leading Ueda to the Ferris wheel, Nishikido prays that his trick wouldn’t be a failure and foil his wonderful plans.
“We’ll take the transparent cabins,” Ueda grins deviously, nudging Nishikido to the other queue. “Yucchi was always too much of a wimp to try it out.”
“Don’t have a trouble with that,” Nishikido answers with a smug smile. It’s oddly comforting to know that he has some vantage points over Nakamaru.
Before the ride, Ueda excuses himself for the washroom and Nishikido seizes the chance to practice his flower trick. He doubts he has ever been this hardworking since graduating from university. Deciding that he’ll confess only in the last few minutes of the ride (he has to take precautions; if Ueda is to reject him, he won’t have to survive through the entire antagonizing round in awkwardness), he decides he is all set for the confession. Granted that it’s just a rose and the sentence “I really like you. Please go out with me!”
Nishikido has said many mean remarks in his life and none of them was ever as difficult as the nine words he is going to address Ueda with. Hopefully karma won’t choose this night to bite back.
To be continued…
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry I took foreverrrr to update. Writing essays are plain horrible. Please let me know if I made any blatant mistakes since I'm not exactly clear-headed at 3am >_> I don’t know when the last part will finally be up but… I’ll do my best. Thank you for reading <3