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Ai Nante	By : SujiChan Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > NEWS Views: 981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 4: The Near Past

He rushed out the next morning, calling a quick goodbye to his parents, and getting into his car. He’d spent a restless night, bothered by Dani’s behaviour last night. It was so out of sorts with how they’d been in her classroom. He didn’t understand it at all. Until she actually said she liked him he couldn’t be positive, but he had this gut feeling that she did, and he would follow that feeling until she bluntly told him she didn’t like him at all. But he was just conceited enough to believe she liked him, as much as he liked her. And he wanted to know why she’d rushed off last night after finding out he was a Johnny’s.

He drove to her place, and climbed out of his car, looking up at the window to her apartment. About to climb the outside stairs up to her door he paused when the old woman who owned the fruit shop called to him. He bowed to her, greeting her politely. She smiled and neared. “Sensei Warukaa is not home,” she told him. “She left early. Earlier than usual.”

His brows rose. “Early? For the school?”

She shrugged. “Couldn’t say. She knew I was awake, and bought a few things to eat today, and then left. I watched her walk off.” The old woman pointed down the street as she spoke. “That way.”

He bowed again. “Thank you. Oh! Give me your biggest and shiniest red apple,” he smiled, fishing in his pocket for change. When he drove off he had a nice apple on the passenger seat, one the old woman had polished to a shine with a cloth. In the CD deck of the car he had music playing, songs he still needed to practice and learn. He sang along, feeling happier now that he was on his way to the school to see Dani.

It was early when he got there, and she was teaching. He stood just off to the side so he could look in and listen without being seen. She looked pretty in a button down pale blue cotton top and knee-length cream coloured skirt. The bodice of her top was low, but did not display too much cleavage, and the shape of the top gave her a soft feminine curvy look that he liked. Her hair was put up with a clip, some recalcitrant locks fallen out, and he smiled to see her push that one lock from her cheek that always fell forward. She looked pretty, but professional. Had she been his teacher he would definitely have been suffering a crush on her.

He already was suffering one, and he was more than happy of the fact that she was not his teacher. That was one obstacle not in their way. He would have enjoyed sitting in her class every day; listening to her talk, watching the way she moved, and fantasizing about her. Though he didn’t think his grades would have been all that good if all he did was stare at her legs or imagine she was confessing great passion for him.

Right now he listened to her talk, smiling at her accent when she spoke Japanese. On their date he’d teased her about it, but he knew if he spoke English he’d have an accent as well. They were discussing common phone conversations, the basics to get by. Which was a good thing as many Japanese entrepreneurs did a lot of business by phone. He knew she’d be a while, and he had to get to a photo shoot.

He would have to wait to give her the apple. For a moment longer he watched her until he had no choice but to leave. On his way out he paused, and quickly ran to the principal’s office, and he left a hurriedly written note folded up with the apple. An older man promised to give it to her for him. Bowing his thanks he rushed off.

The note read:

Dani,

I have to go to work, but I hope we can talk tonight after your lesson with my mother.
Tegoshi.

But when he got home that night his mother and father were going out for dinner. Tegoshi paused. “But what about your lesson?”

“Sensei Warukaa begged to reschedule. She couldn’t make it, something came up.” His mother motioned to the kitchen. “I made you something to eat. It’s on the counter. Just warm it up.”

He didn’t reply right away. He heard them leave, but wasn’t paying attention. Tegoshi had the sneaking suspicion that there was more to Dani’s absence than just something that came up. And before he knew what he was doing he was in his car, pulling up outside her place. He knocked on her door, but there was no reply, and it was locked. He sat in the stairs, waiting, for a good long while. When his impatience got the better of him he went for a walk to the market near her place where they’d gone before. It was dark when he’d finally decided that maybe something had come up and he should go home.

That night he worried for her, tossing and turning all night, imagining that whatever had happened was something horrid. What if she was hurt? What if there was some problem with the school or the government about her staying here to teach? What if she was on a plane back to America right now? By the time morning came he was grouchy from exhaustion and worry. Tegoshi showered to make himself look presentable, dressed, but wouldn’t eat. He left before any of his family could say anything.
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Again she was gone before he got to her place. The shop owner told him. Tegoshi bought an apple, and asked her for a small gift bag and some paper. He wrote a note, and the shopkeeper promised to give all of it to Dani when she got home. He went to a meeting with the group, and they practiced dance choreography and singing. It was enough to keep him busy, but not totally distracted. He was making mistakes, and was scolded by YamaPi and Ryo, though not harshly.

Driving home he felt his excitement build with each kilometre closer. She would be there. She would be getting ready to begin her lesson with his mother. He would see her again. He would distract his mother somehow; get her out of the kitchen for a few minutes so he could talk to Dani. Ask her why she had run that night, and tell her that he liked her. Then everything would be good. They would make plans to go out again. Maybe he’d even take her home, walking by her side, and sneaking his hand to hers to hold it.

That thought made his breathing accelerate, and he had to blink several times to concentrate on driving. He parked in his regular spot when he got home, and tried not to appear too eager, taking his time walking to the door. “I’m home!” he called when he got inside and was removing his shoes.

There was no reply so he padded in his socked feet towards the kitchen, trying to not rush or look excited. He needn’t have worried. The kitchen was empty. Blinking he found a note on the table, and went to it.

Yuya;
Sensei Warukaa asked if I could meet her instead of coming here. Your father is going out with co-workers to a business dinner. I can make dinner when I return, or you can go out to eat if you prefer.
Okachan

Now he was convinced she was avoiding him. His hand fisted, crumpling the note, and he shoved it into his denim’s pocket, and went back out. He drove to her place, but there was no reply, and he knew she wasn’t there or his mother would have answered the door. He drove to the school, but the classroom was empty. In the car he repeatedly hit the steering wheel with a fisted hand, cursing loudly, and wondering where they could have gone.

He should just forget about her. Show her that he was man enough to move on. Maybe get his mother to pass on a casual message that he was seeing someone else, or was too busy to even think of Dani Warukaa. If that was how she was going to play it then he could change the rules a little, and make it his own game. That’s exactly what he should do. It would serve her right. It’s not like he was ugly or nasty. He could find a girlfriend anywhere if he wanted to. Use his cute looks and character and be surrounded by girls!
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The Present

Masuda’s eyes were wide, and he stared at his friend. “Wait, wait! I remember that time! You were all weird, and you were flirting with every female that we saw.”

“No way!” Ryo snorted. “Tesshi?”

YamaPi held up a hand. “Actually, I remember that too. I kept thinking maybe he just needed to get laid.”

Koyama choked on his sip of beer. “You can’t just think or say that casually,” he croaked, blinking his teary eyes.

“Oh, here we go,” Ryo rolled his eyes. “You know Kei-Chan takes sex and manners seriously. You had to go and get him going,” he reprimanded YamaPi.

YamaPi snorted, and met Ryo’s gaze head on. “Sex is a healthy part of normal life. Who says Tesshi didn’t need to get laid? Who says Kei-Chan doesn’t?” The last was a teasing dig at the tallest member of the group.

Koyama’s eyes widened, and he held up a hand. “What?” The others were all laughing so he joined in. “That’s not funny. We don’t need to discuss our sex lives, thanks.”

“Which means he gets some and doesn’t want to discuss it, or is too embarrassed to admit he can’t get any,” Ryo teased. He dodged the empty can of beer that was thrown his way. “Hey, you’re littering!”

Shige interrupted the jovial by-play. “Hey! I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d like to know what happened. How’d you win her?” he asked Tegoshi.

The youngest had been smiling at the teasing insults. He nodded to the other’s apologetic bows, grinning when Koyama winced as he gave his because he was always so very sorry when he apologized. Blushing he glanced at YamaPi. “I did not need to get laid, thanks. No, I was just trying to… prove to myself that I could forget her.”

“Didn’t work,” Masuda said knowingly.

“No,” Tegoshi shook his head. “Three days later I walked to her place while she was out with my mother doing the lesson, and I sat on her steps waiting for her for hours until she came home. There was no way we weren’t going to talk.”

The others all looked at him with intense interest now. “Oh?” One of YamaPi’s brows shot up curiously. “And?”
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