#shunichiro x oc

[d1am0nds-and-dr4g0ns]

An all about me w.i.p.!!

I'm 20 years old and use he/him and it/its pronouns! I am a dissociative system and, because of that, have many fluctuating F/Os because of different alters.

I enjoy writing character x character and character x oc fanfictions a lot and am very new to the selfship community but hoping to indulge in it more!

Because of being a system, I may use we/us pronouns or bring up names of characters and non-characters as if I am them because of fictives and other alters.

I follow/interact back from @w4lh4ll4

Thank you for reading!

My main f/o's <3

Tokyo Revengers

Soichiro Matsuno

Tetta Kisaki

Shion Madarame

Yasuhiro 'Mucho' Muto

Kazushi Yamagishi

Naoto Tachibana

Negai No Astro / Astro Royale

Gido Kiyochika

Kuran Yotsurugi

Torazo Yotsurugi

Kanjiro Fudo

Shunichiro Fudo

Windbreaker

Jo Togame

Haikyuu

Rintaro Suna

Satori Tendou

Keishin Ukai

Jujutsu Kaisen

Toge Inumaki

Suguru Geto

Yūta Okkotsu

Attack On Titan

Hanji Zoe

Mike Zacharias

My Hero Academia

Tenko Shimura

Yoichi Shigaraki

En Tayutai

Touya Todoroki

Jin Bubaigawara

Shota Aizawa

Rumi Usagiyama

Miscellaneous Others

Saeyoung Choi "707" [Mystic Messenger]

Saeran Choi "Unknown" [Mystic Messenger]

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Glory Days Part 18 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18

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Yukihisa’s POV As much as I don’t mind  being showered in the kind of attention I won’t get from the average female who’s more than happy to open her legs for me quicker than she’d open a textbook - the night is just painful to watch as countless women attempt to shimmy and shove themselves into my best friends face - Shun seemingly a with his head on another planet. Sighing, I shoo the woman who is in his lap away with a single gesture - suggesting we head elsewhere; not a party, not a bar, not a club - just somewhere he can either focus if he wants to or take his mind off things.  My offer is met with not so surprising enthusiasm and the moment we’re out of that place; no longer surrounded by the scent of baby powder, perfume and liquor, I slap a hand on Shun’s back knowing he won’t think anything of it before I fish his phone out of his pocket. “What the fuck Maki–” “You’ll thank me later.” Quick to type out a message as Shun tries his hardest to snatch the phone back; I’m finally defeated seconds after I hit send satisfied with my small act of playing cupid. Knowing how my bestfriend’s head works he’d have just been avoidant and ruins his chances of anything. The text of ‘I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you’ gets a response quicker than expected. I’m quiet, wondering if he’ll respond. Midori’s POV Half awake, head resting on top of textbooks and the sound of the tv quietly playing in the background; the vibration of my phone earns a groan in response, not expecting to be contacted at this hour of the night yet my heart flutters at the text received and a burst of energy rushes through me as I pace the dorm room unsure of how to respond or if I should wait a while and give it time. Ah fuck it. Not wanting to waste time, I reply quicker to this text than any other one I’ve ever written in my life. “Me too. I really want to see you.” Shinichi’s POV (the following morning) “That wouldn’t be a issue if you weren’t such a distraction.” Breakfast, kisses, waking up on the floor a little unexpected - I can’t complain, not that I would even if the opportunity was given. Eri’s soft; lips melting against one anothers as my hands are just as inviting and curse filled as her body that I can’t help run my hands along. Yesterday wasn’t exactly a date - yet with the time we’ve gotten to spend with one another; even helping her move out which provided the perfect opportunity to get to know her a little more than what’s on surface. For me that’s better than unnecessary flirtations over dinner or drunken rendezvous between the sheets . “A little forward”, I stated between kisses; multitasking by talking whenever we need to pause a take a breath, “But”, I continue pulling my glasses off and dropping them on the kitchen counter to allow us to get that tiny bit closer, “I hear there’s a ball next Friday, and I’m wondering”, I squeeze Eri’s hips gently, “if you had a date?”

Shunichiro’s POV Yuki sure knows how to push my buttons even knowing damn well that I would have done the very same thing and I should return the favor to my childhood friend. So waiting till he’s in the shower, I quickly search for his contact list but fail to find the person I have in mind. Turning to Toshiaki who’s also spacing out at his phone at 2 in the morning which never happens- the three of us have not been ourselves since the night we met the two troubled girls. Typing a text on Yuki’s phone from the number I’ve got from Toshi, I lay back onto my bed and stare at Midori’s reply. I could effortlessly reply her and admit that she has been on my mind this whole time as much as my doubts of us being together, I don’t know where she stands. Sometimes people tell the truth from the bottom of their hearts when they’re drunk or pissed off. Taking my time in typing and deleting the words I’m not quite happy with- so much for Journalism, Shunichiro! I sigh and press the send button, putting all thoughts behind and close my eyes. "That was actually Yuki’s doing. It’s late, goodnight.” Eriko’s POV [ SMUT COMING NEXT ] “Is that our next date?” Luckily being half turn on hasn’t killed all of my senses, aren’t I glad all I had last night was just beer and not something stronger- hmm maybe it isn’t too bad to stay sober. My hands wandering on Shinichi’s chest move towards the nape of his neck as my lips leave his and licks his ear. “I didn’t think you’d be the cheeky type, Shinichi.” Responding me with a sly grin as my hands gently pushes him away and head over to the table for my blinking phone. “Plus, I did promise Riki for another date. I don’t want to sound like a bitch but I do want to play fair.”   The man in glasses closes our distance once again and back to our steamy session, “Gosh, you are persistent too, aren’t you?” Nibbling my soft spot which he has now figured out and whispers sweet nothing to me. “I’m fine with playing fair, invite him too. I’m only persistent at things that I think it’s worth it and you Eriko Sato, you are worth it.” I melt into his words and kisses as he gently lays me down on the table then the sudden vibration and ringtone from my phone has startled us a little but not enough for Shinichi to stop. Answering my phone with my eyes closed as I feel the man on top of me slowly lowers himself, I bite my tongue before letting out a breathless hello.

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Bless you and your partner for writing Glory Days!!! Second Chances nearly killed me!!!

Happy to hear it :) Not at all guilty though about the killing you part @midorismiles

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Masterlist

Ok, so another blog requires a new Masterlist... Here we go.

IkeVamp

Risque Rouge - Comte x OC (Long fic) - On going

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

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A Case of Jealousy - Arthur x OC (Smut)

Just Another Day - OC 

Folly - Comte x OC, Leonardo (Smut) Collaboration with @umbralaperture

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MLQC

His Secret - Victor x MC

Idiot’s Choice - Victor x MC

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Random WIP

Drabble for a nameless OC

Fox and the rabbit

Fragments 

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Obey Me!

OC + Head canon 

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Voltage

L365 Masquerade Kiss

Frozen Jealousy - Yuzuru Shiba x MC (Smut)

Sun and Secrets - Kei Soejima x MC (Smut)

Losing the Lot - Kazuomi Shido x MC (Smut)

Traditional Etiquette - Kei Soejima x MC (Smut)

Soap and Sun - Yuzuru Shiba x MC (Smut)

Icy Interrogation - Kazuomi Shido x MC (Smut)

On the Riverbank - Kei Soejima x MC (Smut)

White Lies - Kei Soejima x MC (Smut)

Operation Getaway - Yuzuru Shiba x MC (Smut)

Love 365 Irresistible Mistakes

Wrapped for Dinner - Shunichiro Tachibana x MC (Smut)

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Commissions

Two Cups and a Cure - Mozart x MC (IkeVamp, brief angst, fluff + spice)

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Tears of Themis

Tempting Thought - Artem Wing x (Non gender specific) MC 

Cruel Innocence - Artem Wing x (Non gender specific) MC

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Second Chance Part 22 (IM RP)

RP with the brilliant talented Pippa and her OC Midori and me as Shun, ex lover crossing path again- only what kind of ending will they get this time and just how far would they go to reach there?

OC- Midori Katayani ❣ Canon- Shunichiro Tachibana

This is where the rp officially ends though I have additional something for Shun, maybe I’ll finish it one day when a more detailed scene plays in my head. People ask why Shun takes the easy way out- We don’t necessary get all the answers we seek in life and sometimes (most times) it’s easier to walk away then to put in more effort which you know would only do more damage than good.

(My version of) Shun does cares about Midi in a slightly more selfish way, he doesn’t want history to repeat itself, to hurt Midi or be hurt. Sachi’s just an excuse, his hiding place where he seeks short term comfort but would it last? I doubt it, that man has much more to learn but only with someone who’s able to open his lonely and fragile heart.

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Shunichiro Tachibana 

It had been nine years, almost to the day, since I left my number on the book. It had been four years since I had discovered another store that’s much closer to my place. I hadn’t visited this area in so long, it started as preventing myself to think of Midori then it was to avoid running into her to eventually forgetting this part of town.

“There were two types of drinkers: those who drank to enhance their personalities, and those who sought to take something away.”

Sinking into my thoughts as my finger slowly follow the lines of words that describes me, the part of me who’s trying the hardest to be honest with myself, making up my mind as her voice cuts through my thoughts.

"Is this a date?”

A wide blush spreads across Midori’s face as she tugs my sleeves. I sigh and walk a little faster so we wouldn’t be late. What is it with women and the need to classify every little thing? Sorting and labeling each folders like an assistant, storing and securing medication like a pharmacy? Must they mark their territory? Like being together isn’t enough but signing a piece of paper would provide that sense of security over a binding contract.

“Remember this place?” I ask, blowing on my soup before putting it to my lips with a sudden image of us sitting at the same table, doing the same things, and it makes my heart burns. I watch her face as she smiles happily with her spoonful of delicious curry. “Of course, we came here on our first date which by the way you still haven’t answered me if this is a date!”

Putting the spoon back to my bowl, and momentarily give up on the soup. I chuckle and give her the best answer I’d offer. “What’s wrong with just calling it dinner?”

The night goes on as we catch up, filling the details on how awful work has been and I eventually tell her about the governor and that omiai meeting. Her spoon clatters out of her fingers and I look up with a grin, “At least that leads me to you?”

With dessert quickly approaching through, I gesture the captain and he brings the surprise along with our bill. Midori’s mouth drops at the small bouquet of white tulips and answering her question in mind when she’s still on cloud nine. “This is to apologize.” And I bite my tongue before I’d say more, an apology for the pain I’ve cost her and so much more.

Now I have done with the last hurdle, we begin reminiscing about the good times during our six years and before we know it it’s already completely dark out. We continue along the path, “I should walk you home.” She nods with sparkles in her eyes and we are on our way to her home.

I’m about to have the most nerve-wrecking conversation confession of a lifetime. This is the woman who I’ve spent nearly a decade to forget, the one who shows me what love at first sight is along with the pain and emptiness that I never want to feel again. My fists clench remembering those unfortunate time and my heart pounds rapidly at the sight of her pleasing smile.

Silence hit us both on the way, walking along the pavement with the dimmed street lights hitting us from above. In minutes we are in front of Midori’s apartment. We both stop next to the stairs. “I had a great time tonight.” She says happily, hugging that beautiful bouquet that matches her beam perfectly.

“Mid..ori,” Her name leaving my lips chopped up and stuttered, part of me just want to run off and text her the rest. I almost pity at my own cowardness but I need to do this, I want to be honest. “I’m sorry for the past weeks, the past years. I should have be there when you needed me.”

Suddenly, a line appears in my head, “You can either be the guy who makes my life easier, or the guy who makes my life harder.”

Not that I’d recall where it’s from but it’s definitely from one of Midori’s favorite show as the vivid image of her hand slapping on my chest and warning me to remember it. So I had or thought I was the guy who’s making her life easier by working harder, earning more, preparing to give her a home she deserved and desired.

We both know how that turns out.

I pause to let out a long, sadden sigh and hand her a tiny paper box. I keep watch while she opens it to find a familiar looking key follow by a confused and disappointed look in her eyes.

“I meant to return your apartment key to you years ago but I never did.” My brows frown, taking my time to release the words I almost choke on. “I maybe the same man from nine years ago, some things never change while some … could … never be …. the …. same again.”

A wounded look on her face and I take a deep breath, forcing myself to finish what I have started. “We could never go back and I realize… I have moved on.” No matter how small, I wish life’s less cruel and this moment would be an illusion that Midori and I have not stumbled back into each other lives. “You deserve better, Midi. I…. I can’t give you want you want, my heart is somewhere else. I.. I’m truly truly sorry.”

I whisper in shame, turning to the opposite direction, the rational part of me know this probably would be the last time we see each other, she’d never forgive me, no one in their right mind would and I deserve it.

But at least I’m honest.

Climbing into a cab, I give the driver an address I vaguely remember, I have just one more stop to make. After sending a quick text then I close my eyes and prepare myself for another confess of a lifetime.

Midori Katayani

It’s not even a goodbye - just a walk away like I’d always imagined it being. I feel like my heart should be breaking but truth be told, I’m not exactly sure I have a heart left to break. Clutching at the keys in my hand I try not to let tears fall as I let myself into my apartment. The last week has just been too good to be true - I’ve been used, lied to, hurt, chewed up and spat out and all because I listened to a feeling in my chest rather than my head. I should have know something was up when he let me roll onto his side of the bed; he’s never done that. As much as I want to choke up and cry, I don’t. Being alone is a feeling that I’m use to and pretty good at although I shouldn’t gloat. Collapsing down onto the couch I begin craving a cigarette although I’ve got a million and one things running through my head. Perhaps this is the motivation that I need to do what I want - to leave. It’s late, but I already start to organize a packing company to come over in the morning and start storing my things. After a few calls and empty, emotionless sobs it’s decided, I’ll take my business ventures and personal life elsewhere. Calling the second in charge at Mixology, I inform them I won’t be at work for a while. They ask a dozen questions and my only answer is, ‘Soon, I’ll have an answer for you soon.’ Breaking a lease with a landlord at 2am is exhausting at least but once I’m ready to fall asleep, I start feeling complete. A quick browse online and I find cheap tickets to Greece. Thank god my passport is still valid. Now it’s just one last thing - I grab my phone for one final text. Shunichiro - I hope you’re happy with whoever she is.

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Second Chance Part 18 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

The mind is a dangerous place even in the land of dreams.

Opening my eyes to total darkness, I reach to the other side of bed searching for warmth of someone and obviously fail. Sachi has been avoiding me for the past three days ever since that cunning governor deliberately brings up the fact that I’m seeing his daughter and within minutes, rumors spreading over the office like virus.

For the sake of our presentation to be approved, I accept the dinner invitation and go to the governor’s place. His wife’s an excellent cook, the typical kind of housewife who never dares to defy her husband and his daughter, oh I doubt the poor girl even knows what she wants. Though ironically, maybe neither I nor Midori know what we want. After three hours of agonizing “family” dinner of “getting to know each other”, I manage to escape by promising another date once I return from my business trip.

I take a deep breath and turn my head to the large window that seems to be the brightest place in my room where it always helps to clear my head, especially waking up from endless nightmare of being chased by the three women like some kind of bachelor from reality tv show. Only, I feel no honor or privilege but shame of how much I’ve screwed up to get myself into such position.

Waking up in the middle of the night feeling so empty and incomplete for the past weeks. I ask myself repeatedly- When did it start? Was it the moment I agree to go on a date with the governor’s princess or when I bump into Midori or the one night stand with Sachi? What was that fetal wrong move that triggers a wave of mistakes which all three women now had to bare? They all share the same disappointed, confused and hurt look in their eyes.

With the thought of Midori in mind, I proceed to hold my cigarette in for a minute before unhurriedly exhaling the cloud of smoke. I am just so exhausted from not resting and constant worrying. My questions remain unanswered, our problems still lurking between us like haunted ghosts. Is this her answer for not wanting me in her life? So she has taken the easy way out instead of coming to terms with our differences?

Now, where is my easy way out?

Staring onto my cold bed, I gently touch the sheets where Sachi’s lying few nights ago, remembering the time we share. The giggle and smile that she often tries to hide from my blankets, her sweet moan and whimper that make me weak. I love spending time with her, always positive and passionate when she talks about work, never a dull moment with her. And most importantly, she’s easy to read, to understand.

Is Sachi my easy way out?

Isn’t there a saying, “Sometimes what we want isn’t what we need.” Slapping my hand on to my forehead and let out a long sigh when suddenly my phone goes bright and vibrates, hearing a weak and uncertain tone of confession.

“I’m still in love with you… I’m coming over.. see you in a bit.”

Midori Katayani 

I know that it probably seems to the whole world that I am the exclusive designer of my own dramas and catastrophes but the honest truth is I never expected or even dreamed of my life folding out the way it has. On the bright side, near everything I’ve worked for and wanted has come rather easily yet there’s still a broken, empty part inside that I’ve just never been able to fill, or feel filled until again recently.

After a fight with myself in the mirror with make up just not going on right I sigh and figure I’m wasting time I shouldn’t be. Face washed and clean, slipping out of pyjamas and into something a little more appropriate to in public be seen; I hunt around for my cigarettes in the kitchen and sip on cold tea which has been sitting on the counter from earlier in the day, figuring this is all the fuel I’ll need.

On the drive over to Shun’s place, an older couple out sitting on their balcony catches my eye as they begin to start watching the sunrise. Without looking at one another, they reach out and their hands meet with smiles shared and it hits me that love may actually be simple and easy. Have I been the only one sabotaging myself this entire time? More than likely.

Parking where I always use to a little further down the street than I’d like, it almost feels like a race as I take the stairs not being bothered to wait for an elevator and puffing out of breath like an unfit ex-athlete whose decided to get back into shape I knock on the front door; hands back at my hips momentarily to try and regain the self control I once had in me. It feels as if my body has a poison running through my veins yet the thoughts of him, the thoughts of us, the thoughts of forever and the thoughts of never are the only poison that I drink often and therefore should be use to the feeling.

I knock again, growing anxious of waiting and when finally the door is answered, even though I’m still out of breath – words that I haven’t been able to give much thought about trickle out precariously.

“I didn’t fall in love with you because I was lonely and you were the only option. I fell for you because Shun, the moment I saw you I knew right there and then that I wanted to make you a part of my world permanently.”

Stepping into the apartment I use to call my second home without an invite in, my chest tightens uncomfortably, I can feel a sweat start to appear on the back of my neck and I only have enough energy in me to walk and sink into the couch I spent far too many nights on alone while he was either out of town or still at work – worrying.

Worrying that I’d screwed things up from the beginning. Worrying that I wouldn’t live up to standards or expectations that he held in every other aspect of his life. Worrying that I’d one day be replaced.

“It’s…”, I mumble looking at my watch, “4.33am and I’m exhausted, I’m hungry, I feel broken beyond repair. I want us to stop playing games. You know how I feel and that’s not going to change – we’ve been given a second chance it seems and I don’t want it to be thrown to waste. So tell me… what do you want to know and what do you want from me?”

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Second Chance Part 9 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

Standing on the balcony, watching over the city as people go home for the day or rushing to a dinner date, they properly have someone or some place in particular to be.

Lightly clasping the cigarette between the middle and index fingers, I turn and scan the spacious Mixology with hardwood floor and green stools at the bar where Maki orders our drinks. The background roar of clinking glasses, drunken giggles and shots-cheer laughter do not distract me from a familiar figure fleeing upstairs-Midori. Maki is puzzled by my questioning glare by the time he returns to his seat with our drinks in hand.

“Did you introduce me to Midi’s bar on purpose?” Bringing the cigarette back up to my lips and continue to inhale and exhale deeply, waiting for him to come clean.

“You saw her? I had no idea! I swear, she’s never here when I come.”

This is one of Midori’s bars that is only a matter of time till we bump into each other again. If she doesn’t want to be seen then I’ll let her stay hidden.

With the brandy in one hand while the other play with my phone nonchalantly, my thought bring me back to the old days. The ones when we had our flights, Midori was insecure enough as it was and I had to suffer the consequences. She refused to enlight me as I should have known my own mistakes and she would slink away, acting remote and distant. I then had to bear the brunt of her every remark, her negativity towards everything, her anger beneath the surface. “Nothing’s wrong.” She would state but the opposite was shown in the littlest things. She would decline an invitation to dinner, saying she’s busy while playing otome game on her tablet.

I then had always known that our relationship was faltering and she probably felt the same, none of us could openly admit it. However, the reality was clear, as a couple- we had evolved from well matched to mismatch. She wanted something I could not give and one day she left without looking back.

It should have ended that way and remain that way.

Midori Katayani 

It feels as if I’m acting like a teenage girl hyperventilating over her crush inside her bedroom but the reality is I’m a 34 year old business owner whose locked herself inside her office trying to calm down over the fact her ex is in the building. The idea of the cigarette I was so hastily craving has been tossed to the side as I talk to myself reassuringly; forcing out a few long and deep calm breaths as I try pull myself together. C’mon girl – you got this.

The way things ended the other night between Shunichiro and I is nothing but for lack of better words – petty. In the last few years I thought I’d at least matured a little into a semi-self confident, mature adult but it seems that concept was thrown out the window after a couple of drinks. Tapping my foot underneath the desk, I groan aloud and drop my head straight down into my planner with a thud – I feel stupid, I feel guilty, I feel frustrated and last but not least I feel jealous; in the strangest of senses. He could have been with any other lady that night but he chose for at least a while to waste his time on me.

Deciding that the only thing I can do to at least level out the playing field that’s between us; or in my case help me climb out of the hole that I’ve dug myself into is apologise. I’d be the first to admit that the concepts of apologies are hard for me – I’ve never been one which had ease when using the ‘s’ word but I at least figured that I could give this a shot – it’s not like he’s going to break up with me over it. Ha, so not funny Midori.

Checking my reflection in a tiny compact mirror that I keep in the top draw of my desk, I’m surprised that I actually look decent, even after the mini panic attack which forced me into the enclosure of my office and I drop the mirror back into the draw; taking one last deep breath before I force myself to get up and head out back into the bar to find him.

Tall gentleman in a business suit – yeah, on a weeknight they stand out like needles in a haystack. Rolling my eyes heavily, I purse my lips and pull at the hem of my skirt to have it cover my legs a little more modestly before I head out into the crowd to find Shunichiro – right now I’m not working Midi; I’m sorry Midi. Ugh why is that word even hard for me to internally say?

Taking a lot quicker than I’d initially thought to track him down, I swallow my pride although it hurts and click my tongue at the fact Maki has actually made it back to the table after being crowd deep amongst patrons earlier ordering a drink and walk over. Shun’s busy glued to his phone that I at first don’t think that he notices me.

“Hey….”, my voice which should have been confident comes out quieter than a mouse. Straightening my posture a little, I fold one arm across my waist and nervously scratch an itch at my inner elbow. It doesn’t take long for me to get a response not only one but both gentlemen and I smirk for the tiniest of moments when I see Shun’s eyes. They read as though he’s not impressed but I figure that it doesn’t take a genius to know why.

“Can we talk? It won’t take long. I just… there’s something you should know and I figured instead of texting I should just tell you.”

Okay – the first parts done – a little harder than I expected but I’m proud of myself for not tripping over any of my words. There’s a hot flush which crawls up across my cheeks and I hold my breath impatiently waiting for some kind of answer. Shifting my weight from side to side like the lovesick characters do in a bad anime, I figure here’s a better place than anywhere else – even if we have an audience of one.

“I.. I’m..I’m sorry about the other night”, there it’s out – I said it, good girl Midori good girl, “I won’t say that the reaction I had wasn’t like me because we both know that’s a lie but I thought you should know that it wasn’t my intention to make you frustrated or upset.”

I’m not getting a reaction so I dig a little deeper into my guilty consciousness and let out more of what’s on my mind.

“It’s just.. I figured I should tell you or say something or try make it up to you because well.. I still have fee—.”

My words are cut off my a member of staff tapping at my shoulder.

“Apologies, did I interrupt something Ms Katayani”, the usually quiet bartender asks but it seems that I’ve got no time to reply, “We’ve got an issue with the cellar.”

Dropping my head to one side, I nod understanding and quickly change my priorities – an apology that might not go anywhere can wait, a stock and cellar issue I need to attend. Out of old, old, old habit, I lean down and peck a kiss to Shun’s cheek without thinking and give his shoulder a small rub before I leave.

Ugh – a problem right now? I want to scream but I’ll save that for the cellar; it’s sound proof and my own reaction to a second nature style habit I should have stopped myself from doing is something others don’t need to hear or see.

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Second Chance Part 21 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

Waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs; to the touch of fingers running across my chest, to my collarbones then lastly my bottom lip. It’s been far too long since I’ve had either and I open my eyes to see Midori smiling face with everything sorted and ready. She glows in the early morning light, the sun catching her slight wet curls and setting them aflame like a halo. If last night’s been a mistake, it’s forgotten for now as we share a small smile right before she quickly gets ready and disappears.

There’s a meeting that’s planned for weeks which I can’t postpone so after taking as long as I could in the shower to try and give myself more time to clear my head before I return to the office. Redialing the cab company to come pick me up and rearrange a time to take me to the airport, I’m soon preoccupied by last night’s emails, approvals confirmation from the Olympics committee plus another “intimidating” invitation from the governor. Deliberately ignoring the last one as my ride arrives on time and my morning runs out before I know it.

I groan a bit as I lift my carry-on luggage into the overhead compartment, even in business class, the luggage compartment seems dreadfully small. Eventually, with a satisfying click, it snaps shut. I release a long sigh and flop onto a window seat, shutting my eyes while the rest of the passengers settle down around me.

Free, at last.

Surrounded by strangers with no Internet or any kind of disruptions, the thoughts I’ve been pushing out of my head all morning has now crawled its way back in, Midroi’s smile and words are now on replay-

“You know Shunichiro – I never expected to fall for you nine years ago but I’m sure glad I did.”

During the two hours flight, I begin to doubt my actions and behavior lately. For sealing a deal with the devil and almost risking the Olympic campaign, starting a relationship isn’t so cut and dry with a subordinate, and ruining whatever maybe left between an ex girlfriend. What is it that I’m trying to achieve? And at what cost? The timing couldn’t have been worse as I try to figure out my feelings for two entirely opposite women, but I need to settle this, I have to. For the three of us.

9 years ago

I was just browsing, killing time on a weekend as I stared at the shelves filled with classics and literature aimlessly until a title caught my attention. “Men Without Women”,  Across seven tales, Haruki Murakami brings his powers of observation to bear on the lives of men who, in their own ways, find themselves alone. At the age of twenty seven, women was never an issue or an priority but I was intrigued and picked it up to see a girl tip toeing the shelf that’s way too tall for her.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, I didn’t believe in love at first sight but the flashes of brown hair and a shy smile had my mind blanked for a second. She wanted the book in my hand which nearly made me chuckle, why would a young girl like her wanted to read a series of short stories about men without women? For the first time in years, I wanted to know more about someone so I left my contact on the book, grinning at the thought that I no longer needed to read that book.

Present- 3 Days Later (Sunday)

There’s nothing feels like home- only mine is a house that’s forever empty with no one to welcome or talk to, I am alone and it hasn’t bothered me (in a long time). But today, I have never felt lonelier.  

The image of Midori humming around the stove as she makes breakfast, her dance moves would amuse me, and Sachi’s embarrassed face first thing in the morning that puts a smile across my face.

They make me weak.

If I were such a smart and cunning scoundrel, why do I feel so conflicted? Sachi hasn’t replied any of my text unless it’s work related, she’s avoiding me and can’t say I don’t know why.

I should have been fair, cutting ties with the governor and his daughter sooner, stopping the rumor before it’d start. It’s my fault for putting her through unnecessary pressure.

And Midori, we have been chit chatting for days without mentioning the other night. Talking like we used to, nothing too serious or out of the ordinary. I close my eyes, trying to block the recent events from the past weeks out of my mind but all I see is her face.

All I can picture are her smiles, her tears and the fear of her slipping away within my fingertips. My chest tighten with …. something that I’m unfamiliar with, some kind of regret or guilt that I would have to live with.

I have to make this right!

Pulling my phone out and quickly send an address and time as I hurry out the door.

“7pm, The Kitazawa Bookstore, 2-5 Kanda Jimbocho. See you there.”

The place where it all began, where I found the love of my life, where I met Midori Katayani.

Midori Katayani

Three bottles of red wine equates to approximately 12 large glasses – that’s how much alcohol I’ve needed over the last 3 days to stop myself from going insane about work related issues; let alone personal. When I first started my own business, the idea of being one’s own boss seemed easy – like a slice of cake; but geez, even 3 years in and I feel absolutely helpless sometimes when it comes to the little things which always seem out of my control. I’m about to walk down to the cellar and help myself to another bottle when a new member of staff asks for my help with a cocktail she’s not familiar with mixing – just as she asks, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket, a customer who’s had a little too much to drink starts a ruckus at the bar and the power cuts out for a moment leaving everyone stranded in the dark.

It’s unlike me, yet I hold my breath with uncertainty and ask myself the question I almost always do when bad luck seems to come in three – why me? Grabbing a torch from behind the bar, I’m quick to make it to the fuse box and switch the lights back on; there’s a relieved sigh that escapes from almost everyone’s lips when they’re brought back into familiar surroundings of what they know. Drinks continue being ordered – security deals with the ‘I’ve had a little too much to drink’ patron I’d rather not and I’m about to teach someone how to make a Kamikaze when my phone vibrates again – alerting me that I haven’t checked it.

“Right now? Really?”, I murmur quietly whilst grinding my teeth, pulling my phone out. The irritated expression I’m wearing though is quickly erased when I see who the message is from.

[7pm, The Kitazawa Bookstore, 2-5 Kanda Jimbocho. See you there.]

My heart skips a beat when memories instantly flood back into my mind as my eyes re-read over the text to make sure it’s real. Kitazawa – I haven’t been there in years. Didn’t even know the place was still open. Checking my watch to see that it’s already 6.30, I bite my lip and figure that because I didn’t drive into work today to be there by 7 I’d have to leave asap. As much as I hate doing this, I call over a shift supervisor which I know is more than capable of instructing new staff on work place procedures – I wouldn’t have promoted them to the role if I didn’t think otherwise – and apologise for needing to leave so quickly.

It’s a quick dash now to my office to lock up before I head straight for the subway. Ughhh, I haven’t caught a peakhour train in months and had forgotten about the not so comfortable carriage rides. Sardined up against a young school couple who keep talking about breaking their curfew in order to spend a little more time together between kisses and a businessman who smells of beer and soba, I grin and bare it every time I’m forced to shuffle and move. It’s 20 minutes of pure torture when compared to how comfortable a my car or taxi would have been but I don’t have time to waste. Checking my watch again, I notice that it’s just hit 7 – great… for once I’m going to be the one that’s late.

Finally free from the train ride of hell, I manage to scramble out of the station and wander over in a slight rush to where I vaguely remember being the Kitazawa bookstore. Groaning as I read a sign which points in the direction of upstairs, I huff and puff not bothering to waste time and look for an elevator – my watch reads 7.10pm and I mentally scold myself although there’s nothing I can do. Pulling my phone out, I begin punching in Shunichiro’s number as I wander the aisles and take in the simplicity of bound printed texts around me. There’s something calm about being here – something safe – as if all these books could keep my secrets and thoughts within them and if anyone were to read them, I’d still be safe. I don’t even get two dial tones in before I’m walking straight to M aisle in the fiction section which I at first don’t realise.

Funny how some habits don’t change.

Hanging up as I spot Shun and don’t give him time to answer, I walk over quietly – about to apologise when I notice he has something in his hands and I grow curious instantly.

Men Without Women. Mhmm.

“Hate to break it to you Shunichiro but I’ve already read that one.”

My voice is ever so clear as I greet him; hiding the fact that I just wore myself out and felt like I’d endured a marathon. Not planning on saying anything if it’s not pointed out – I avoid bringing up the fact that I’m late.

There’s a smirk which dances across Shun’s lips which as teenage-ish as it sounds – cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye – is definitely my vice. Actually no, I take that back; he’s my vice whether or not he chooses to be.

“Fancy seeing you here”, he breaks the ice with a push in conversation, sliding the book back up onto the shelf; as I watch this, it occurs to me that I’m still too short to reach the top shelf and a giggle escapes me.

“I didn’t realize you were back in town”, I point out, folding my arms across my chest before scratching inside my elbow, “You know – you could give a girl a little more of a heads up before you force her to abandon work and meet you in a bookstore of all places.”

“I didn’t have time”, he explains casually as I feel his eyes trace over me and he rubs the back of his neck shyly. Shun – shy? No he can’t be – I’m definitely imagining things. Perhaps it’s a good thing that I didn’t get to that next bottle of wine. “..and we won’t either if we stand around here talking all day.”

I scoff at the fact that he makes it sound like he’s been waiting a lifetime for me to arrive. Taking my hand and walking me down an aisle of books I wish will never end, I pull on his sleeve to slow him down, curious to know what he has in mind.

“Hold up – just where do you think we’re going?” “Dinner.” “Dinner?” “Mhmm – 7.30 at Gabiaru, you know if we keep talking Midori we’ll be late like someone I know.”

I could already taste the delicious flavour of curry bursting in my mouth at the mere mention of the restaurants name. Gabiaru wasn’t a far walk; actually, I remember meeting up with Shun at the bookstore once years ago because I wasn’t sure of where it was with my directional skills being less than perfect, not wanting to get lost before our first date.

Tugging at his sleeve again as we were just about to start walking, I could feel a blush crawl across my cheeks as I tried desperately not to smile like a lunatic.

“Is this.. are we – hang on just.. bare with me – wait…”, I manage to blubber out uncontrollably, if it’s what I think this is, I wish I was better dressed for the occasion, “..is this a date?”

[hotcocosharing]

Second Chance Part 17 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

With her lips ghosting against mine, I want nothing more than to feel her lips on mine again but I am not longer sick or drunk or simply run out of excuses for the rabbit hole we are digging ourselves into. “Are you sure?” I whisper to see Midi rolling her eyes and shuts me up by connecting our tongues.

Moments ago, we’re still bickering our unsolved differences and now, she’s sitting in my lap, straddling my hips and kissing me passionately. Her soaked shirt pressing against mine along with a new spot of moist begins to form between her thighs.

My heart couldn’t beat any louder with my ex girlfriend draining the life out of me, the person who I have not seen or heard for three years, who has showed me the best and worst kind of love, who manages to rip my heart out as I demand for a straight answer and invades my soul instead.

How wonderful this feels, to finally have her in my arms again- this is what I want, isn’t it? This would lead us back on track, wouldn’t it? Back to where we left off or to start over? Is this it, our ultimate solution?

Feeling Midi’s hands wandering from my chest to the back of my neck with her fingers tugging on my hair as my hands pull her closer by the waist and grab her bottom firmly, earning a soft moan against my mouth and grinding further down on me. I gasp and reluctantly break away from our heated kiss while her busy hands crawl underneath my shirt slyly and soon feel her cool palms have now reached my stomach. The invisible flame inside me gets worse and I am close to losing it, close to.

The horrid flashback of her slamming the door at me, the image of her blaming me for leaving her all alone during weekends, vacation or any other important dates that I would always missed out on; I stop her left hand that’s about to unbuckle my belt, looking into her lustful but confusing eyes and I know, I couldn’t risk to hurting her, not again.

Her messy wet hair, her red lips plump and swollen from our make out session, and her face is just as flushed as mine. Caressing her cheek in hopes to calm her a little or intentionally triggering the opposite as my fingers trace down her jeans, unzipping and pulling down just enough for me to slide into her lace undergarment.

Amazed and aroused at how turn on she is, this would make it easier and much quicker. Without further guidance, I find her heated core and massage over the nub, adding more digits as her moans get louder till a satisfying cry of joy escapes her lips with mumbling of my name while her body shuddering as my fingers pulls in and out through her blissful high.

By the time she glances back up at me, my phone vibrates right on time and startle Midi to climb back onto her seat next to mine. She looks a little wrecked with sweat dripping down her forehead and her hair sticking to her face, a wide grin spread across her loving face which I know is not going to last as I step out of the vehicle and open the trunk.

Holding an umbrella before I grab her bags and open her side of the door, “Here, I’ve called Uber for you. Car service is going to take forever, why don’t you head home first?”

The sound of pouring rain helps hiding the gasp of surprise or disgust Midori has made as I escort her to the car like a gentleman and wave goodbye like nothing’s ever happened. Nothing happens, I keep reminding myself as I return to my seat and wait for my own rescue to arrive.

Midori Katayani 

Hot – that’s the only word in my entire range of vocabulary that I want to use to explain how I’m feeling right now; hot with an insecure dash of bother as I wish and plead silently to myself with a humble groan that Shunichiro’s hands were somehow still on me. They made me feel as if I was home.

It is a small sigh that escapes from my lips as I clamber into the passenger seat and wriggle around with the intention of dancing back into my jeans. When I head that an uber’s been called for me, I don’t even bother to ask or wonder – he’s cut tonight short for whatever reason but I’m sure that I’ll learn his reason as to why eventually. Whether it’s another argument or simply small talk over coffee one day we still need to sort out our differences.

Our night together – even though it’s already morning ends here with a gentleman styled gesture I hadn’t had the pleasure in experiencing for a while as I’m escorted to the car that’s here to collect me and without a real goodnight or goodbye or a ‘we’ll talk soon’,it’s just a wave that I can baely see I’m already been wizzed off to my apartment. My head is in a right mess of confusion but I’m not ready to sort it out yet.

To say that I’m on cloud nine for the rest of the day would be a total understatement – the air seems fresher, food suddenly tasted better and I’m hyper aware of all the little things that are happening around me. There’s a rosy blush on my cheeks and a smile across my lips that it seems everybody notices and in hushed whispers that they think only they can hear – wonder.

My mother is the first to ask me of why I’m in a good mood when she stops by my apartment to get an opinion on the new range of clothing she’s been working on for the upcoming Tokyo Fashion week. I’m sipping on camomile tea with the intention of remaining quiet until she says something which ignites my curiosity.

“Have you told him that you’re in love with him or that you still just ‘want him’?”

Swallowing hard, I’m frustrated to learn that I’ve lost my voice and can’t reiterate a response and she continues talking.

“Your father and I were like that while we were separating – ‘I want you’, ‘I need you’, ‘I don’t want anyone else to have you’ – I never told him that I was still in love with him because I was afraid he just wouldn’t have the time to reciprocate because of how little we saw one another and because of how much we were constantly working.”

Gulping down a mouthful of tea, I cringe in my seat with how familiar this all sounds to me. I can sense a cold sweat sweeping across me and curse beneath my breath as I’m not ready yet to let go over this hot, bothered, him still on me feeling. Stupidly – naively, without thinking, I open my mouth and let my mother know exactly what it is that I’ve been thinking.

“He doesn’t want to get married.”

I can feel my grip tighten around the tea cup which if I’m not careful with is going to shatter under the pressure of my fingertips.

“And that bothers you?”

My mothers voice doesn’t show any emotion – it never has whenever our topics of conversation involve Shun as she constantly reminds me she doesn’t want to get involved but of course, is already ready and willing to give her unbiased – or at least in her terms; opinion. Does it bother me? Yes. Why? Because even while we were together it was just something that I had hoped for yet never mentioned. A next level display of commitment that I’m not sure when or how I’d just wanted, craved and expected since I was a little girl. When all my friends started to become engaged around me I was more than thrilled to be happy for them. Soon enough, even comedicly so I quickly earned the title of ‘always the bridesmaid never the bride’. Engagement parties turned into weddings turned into baby showers turned into families and I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t the tiniest bit jealous.

Shun having a love affair with his job that he doesn’t want to give up on I could live with, but I wasn’t prepared to just be a convenience of company for him, I at least had convinced myself back then and was ready to convince myself again now that I was worth more. 34 and single – just let that sink in Midori; you’re 34, single and for whether it was the right or the wrong reason just hooked up with your ex under very in-classy circumstances this morning and it was the greatest feeling ever.

“Bottling up whatever you’re feeling isn’t going to help sweetie. You need to talk to him.”

There she goes – trying to give her unbiased opinion on the subject. Do I need to talk to him? Yes. About this? Well no – but there’s so much more I feel we still need to discuss. My mind sets itself into overdrive and for the next three days I’m second guessing and trying to break down and explain every single part of our relationship to that fateful, walking out and not wanting to look back day.

Waking up in a cold sweat a little after 4am; that last fight we had on the night I decide to leave is the reason I’ve been having trouble sleeping. It’s a nightmare that just keeps playing over and over and over again every time I shut my eyes and rest my head. We need to talk – I should call him.

Reaching over to the bedside table I grab my phone and half blinded by the light punch his number in. I’m so tired that I can’t quite tell if he’s picked up or it’s hit voice mail or maybe an answering machine but I blurt out the first thing I’m thinking.

“I’m still in love with you….I’m coming over - see you in a bit. ”

[hotcocosharing]

Second Chance Part 14 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

I never mean for it to happen. Actually, I’ve done everything in my power to prevent myself from this exact situation however going to her place would be worst. At least, I will be no where near this comfortable in lying on someone’s bed or start a feast without waiting.

With chips in my mouth and a bottle of coke in hand, I almost cry in joy. “God, I feel alive again.” Midi giggles and snatches a handful of fries into her mouth, not very ladylike but neither of us care about formality anymore. Although I resist the urge to laugh, the biggest grin slowly crawling across my heated cheeks as I hand her the half burger.

After my saving grace of the best junk food, I flop back onto the hotel’s bed as the pills begin to get to me as well as my memory. The flu must be really bad since my mind have been playing tricks on me all day but I’m sick, gonna cut myself some slack here.

Letting out a long, slow sigh as I roll to a side and wonder if I should take my vest off but stripping anything more than my suit jacket maybe a misleading move, so I lay as still as a rock and have my eyes closed. Ignoring the hot and cold shivering within my aching body as a familiar scene plays in my head.

It was an anniversary trip, was it third or fourth anniversary, or possibly the fifth. I could not remember which year it was but that was a trip both of us couldn’t forget since it took forever for it to finally happened. Midi had been complaining for years (which she’s rightfully so) that my work was always in our way and as soon as a project came through I took leave and booked two tickets to Australia. Despite the first 20 minutes of yelling on the phone for almost costing her job and whinning of the unprepared packing, the girl could not hold her smirk all the way onto the flight.

The first few days were perfect, everywhere was lovely. With the right person by your side, anywhere was superb until I fell ill and stuck in bed for two whole days. Midi nursed me back to health and kept her sense of humor by putting on a nurse outfit (with nurse cap!) but the most vivid moment during that trip was the time I rested on her lap while she stroked my bangs with whatever movie was playing on tv.

Feeling the same kind of warmth wrap around me and the gentle touch through my hair, I vaguely murmur the same thing. “You’re the best you know that Midi….. I love you so much, you know that, right?”

Midori Katayani 

Whether Shunichiro likes it or not, as soon as he’s on the bed, I’m quick to spot an empty space on the right - that was always my side- and crawl on getting comfortable in the gap it seems he’s almost left vacant for me or at least that’s my wishful thinking. I had been looking forward to tonight; from the networking through to the gossiping which happens all to regularly at functions such as this, the free drinks, the dressing to impress, the showing off of a date - the whole kit and caboodle. Right now though, I’m can’t quite contain how thrilled I am something so simple such as this is happening. It’s just like how it use to be, or it’s at least how I like to remember it being. A little bickering which always eventually turned into smiling in one way or another. Having my entire world trapped inside one person who was always by my side and next to me. I was happy, right now made me happy - even if Shun and I weren’t together emotionally or physically, simply having him around eased and completed me. I hadn’t felt this satisfied since the night I walked out three years ago - a night I’d regretted every single god darn day since. Reaching out to stroke his hair how I always did whether it was a concerning I’m taking care of you’ gesture or a sweet ‘good morning sleepy’ everything seemed to be just fine and dandy until a few uttered words I wasn’t expecting to hear shattered me into a million tiny pieces. “You’re the best you know that Midi….. I love you so much, you know that, right?” Was it the tablets I’d insisted he take? Was the food drugged that he just ate? Was it a slip of the tongue he was about to retract and tell me to forget? Was it honest or just a tactic to try get me into bed? Overwhelmed by the constant mixed messages he was not only receiving from me but also himself sending, I figured that now was better than never to make some kind of move. Shuffling closer across the bed to where Shun laid, I took the liberty of letting a gentle fingertip trace along the line of his jaw and draw softly onto his chest, eventually stopping at the first button which it met as resistance on his vest. The soft fabric under touch was incrediblt satisfying. Being this close, the overwhelming scent of his earthy, signature cologne was beginning to make my head spin. If he rejected what I was about to do, I could possibly, if my excuse was cunning enough blame it on, blame it on… fuck it. I didn’t waste time closing in. The kiss was soft; deliberately, just like a first kiss should be - I needed to define just how far he’d let me push this without causing a problem which could lead us further back than square one unfortunately. As much as I wanted this, not wanting to take control or advantage of situation that wasnt mutual in agreement, I broke the kiss, caught my breath and rolled away. “You need to rest so get some sleep”, I muttered quietly beneath my breath - throat burning dry, “If you still feel the same way we can talk about it in the morning.”

[hotcocosharing]

Second Chance Part 13 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

Midori’s voice wakes me from my half asleep state, that brandy in her hand look good but her cool hand on my heated forehead is far more tempting. She offers me two choices, her place or the suite upstairs and my mind has began wandering back to that old apartment of hers- full of light with white and over ‘girly’ pink. Is that light grey sofa still around? That’s my favorite. We shared so much laughter, well Midi sure had her fair share of tears on movie nights, how I would always teased her with a kiss on the cheek and called her a baby or tickle her all night till she admitted that.

And that bad choice of white tiles in her kitchen wall which I constantly mocked her true intension of picking the color was to avoid cooking- who use white right above the stove? She would then sticked her tongue out and threatened me to shut up or no dinner shall be served. Also the ridiculous amount of supplies in her medicine cabinet that could last you a year even on a lost desert island.

I chuckle at the memories though the only sound that escapes my dry lips are entirely something else, “I could never turn down room service from a 5 star hotel.” Taking every of ounce of strength I have to pull myself up with a little wobbly onto my feet though I return my bearings quickly enough with Midi’s hand as support. “I’m dying for a steak burger right now.” I mumble, inhaling a sweet scent mixture of the Midi I know and a new flowery fragrance but the only color that has caught my eyes is the hot pink that’s been painted on her luscious lips.

Midori Katayani 

My eyes light up when Shunichiro finally speaks. I guess that means he’s made a decision then. “Alright - room service it is!” A small, near deviant styled smirk etches it’s way across my face though I am hastily quick to be rid of it; that kind of expression could and should be saved for a later date. This whole night had nearly turned into a waste of makeup, but with the way Shun’s eyes kept travelling down to stop at my lips, I figured that somehow it wouldn’t. With his hand in my own tightly, and even going so far as to intertwining our fingers because well, it just felt right; trying my best not to read too far deep into anything - I lead the both of us through the overly crowded lobby spilling with guests who were just starting to settle, to find their acquaintances and help themselves to drinks and headed towards the elevators which led to the room. The wait wasn’t long at all - we’d managed to get up to level 16 quite easily and before I knew it, I was pulling out the swipe card from the back of my phone case to unlock the door and let us both in. Holding my breath as the door swung open, I mentally thanked myself at the fact I’d at least made an effort to tidy the suite before leaving - almost everything looked the way it was when I first arrived, plus or minus the overnight bag I had thrown carelessly half beneath the door which led out to the balcony, the makeup case I’d left on a sidetable and the sheets of the bed I’d fallen back onto earlier. “I guess, make yourself at home and take a seat”, I suggested, hinting for Shun to get comfortable as I hunted through the room service menu by the phone and called through to reception to place an order. Thank god for the installation of a cordless phone which allowed me to talk with the receptionist at the front desk while hunting through my oversized purse for some tablets and pulling a bottle of water out of the bar fridge heading over and dropping them into Shun’s lap with a look of sheer expectation before whispering beneath my breath - the receiver of the phone slightly held away from me, “Take them.. you’ll feel better for it trust me.” 

“Hello!”, I started after hearing the woman on the line greet me, “I’d like to place an order from the kitchen for room 1609 please… A steak burger with an extra side of fries if that’s okay and just out if curiosity what’s the dessert of the week like?… Oh yeah chocolate brownies sound good, I’ll have two… 15 minutes wait? Sure, that’s fine. Thank you.” Placing the phone back into it’s caddy, I wandered over to where Shun was lounging on the couch and dropped down into the free space beside him. Kicking off my heels which induced an immediate feeling of happiness to sink into me and being swallowed by the few pillows that surrounded me, I tried to bite my tongue on the situation but couldn’t. Reaching over to grab the remote off the coffee table in front of where we sat, I sighed; opening my mouth when I possibly shouldn’t be whilst turning on the tv. “You know Tachibana, I hate to sound like a nagging girlfriend but you have to be selfish every once in a while and take care of yourself. When’s the last night you actually got a decent amount if sleep? And don’t say a few nights ago because I can tell if you’re lying to me.” Deciding I’d almost said enough, I turned toward the tv with a shrug and watched the beginning of a bad rom-com that has started showing in silence. Well, near silence - of course my thoughts got the better of me and I was attempting not to arguewith myself out aloud or inside my head, yet luckily enough before being thrown into the deep end, I was interrupted by a knock at the door. “Come in!” Just in the knick of time as a saving grace, a butler was pushing through into the room a cart which had on it everything I’d ordered. The smell was heavenly, delightful and delicious, but no where near as tantalizing as the cologne scent I’d picked up Shun was wearing this evening which was sending my head into a tizz. “Thank you - oh and…”, jumping up to grab my purse which sat by the door, I pulled out some cash to give the young man a tip, “For you.” “Thank you ma'am”, the young fellow replied with the most eager of smiles, “Hope you and your husband enjoy the rest of you night.” Hu– hus — husband?!?! The butler was gone before I even had a chance to correct him. A billion and one new thoughts began racing through my head to join the already few thousand that were already in there and the sound of Shunichiro already making a start on the food pulled me back into the reality I should have been in. Taking a seat, I snatched a handful of fries off the cart and very much unlady like shoved them straight into my mouth.

[hotcocosharing]

Second Chance Part 11 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

[ Free Saturday night? I need someone to accompany me to a product launch and everyone else I know is free. ]

I should have waited till morning to read this or at the office with coffee in hand and no one around. Covering my face and shutting my eyes for a few long seconds before I turn to watch Sachi again, how is she always so peaceful?

My head could not work out what it is that Midori wants- a date? I went. Something more, been there done that and backfired. She avoided me and I played along. She came back to apologize, I aceepted it then she kissed me on the cheek like we had never broken up.

I am far too old for the chase, yes the bachelor’s life has given me all kind of freedom and flexibility but I by no means enjoy any of it. Who am I to blame her while I’m the one who has another girl naked in my bed? Do we have the time and luxury to dance around till we figure out what our heart truly desire? Sachi deserves a better man and so does Midori.

The product launch isn’t my concern but what it implies if I say yes and go with her. What is she hoping for? Does she want me to go or is she making an excuse? I move a step forward she takes the opposite, I follow her lead then she spins around and surprises me. I used to love that about her, always knocking my socks off and made me laugh till work consumes me and all it’s left was the dull and predictable conversation.

Resting on my allow as I stroke Sachi’s hair gently, I want simple, someone to lay next to me, laugh and share with me, love me and be there for me. With that in mind, I reply Midi and pull Sachi close to me, inhaling her sweet scent before my eyelids feel heavy and drift off in hope that I’ve made the right decision.

[ Okay, send me the details. ]

Midori Katayani 

*A few days later*

Give a woman the right lipstick and she can conquer the world – I wasn’t sure exactly who that quote was said by, yet right now, it’s how I felt; only problem being, I couldn’t find the lipstick I was after. It had been an overdramatic race against time for this launch party to come – for Saturday night to arrive – in between the one and only response I’d gotten back from Shunichiro saying that he’d been here I was caught up in a web of overtime, lack of sleep, every single staffing issue possible to happen and of course near forgetting that tonight was even happening at all.

Rummaging through the make up bag on the bedside table of the suite I’d booked for the night, I let out a long groan like sigh.

[7pm, Oriental Mandarin Hotel. I’ll be in room 1609. See you then.]

The text I’d message through days ago was still running as if freshly embedded in the front of my mind. A nervous twitch washed over me for the third possibly fourth time tonight wondering whether or not Shunichiro would make it – and my mind was making excuses incase of a let down - perhaps work would come up or he’d find a better commitment to attend to or maybe, just maybe; he’d forget and I’d have to show up alone; but no… I couldn’t think like that, I shouldn’t have been thinking like that. The way that I saw it, tonight was the last and only chance I had left to show, tell, act upon how I was feeling, how I had felt, how he made me feel– and get everything sorted between us, even if it ended not the way I wanted or would have preferred it planned.

Playing with my wrist at where my watch would usually be, instead there a small silver bangle that I was still getting use to wearing, I finally came across the perfect shade, pulling the tube out and taking off the cap to only be disappointed at there not being much left. Darn – it was my ‘lucky’ lipstick in the most gorgeous cherry shade I’d ever laid my eyes on and years ago, I’d brought it on a whim for our first date. It’d had been discontinued now – the brand become defunct but it had lasted me for years – I promised myself I’d only wear it on special occasions: birthdays, award nights, anniversaries, perhaps even our wedding day if we ever got there.

Tucking some loose hair I’d curled neatly behind one ear, I painted the lip stick on in one clean swoop and put it away, quick to last but not least slip into the little black cocktail dress I’d decided on wearing; again, just by pure coincidence what I’d also worn to my first date with Shun – surprised that I still even fitted into the thing. The alarm-clock on the dresser opposite the bed read 6.57pm. I wanted to break out into a sweat but I knew that it would just be a waste of all the effort that I’d put in. 3 minutes – he still had 3 minutes.

Stepping into a pair of heels and dropping back against the bed, I reached over to grab my phone which was resting on top of  a pillow and checked my emails and texts one last time before giving up and laughing at myself.

[7pm, Oriental Mandarin Hotel. I’ll be in room 1609. See you then.]

That damn message had gotten the better of me again. Why had I booked a suite? Was I expecting something to happen? Was I wanting something to occur? Perhaps we’d come back here after the party – after we’d had a drink or two – things could get interesting for the wrong or for the right reasons. Oh c’mon now Midori.. pull yourself together, you booked a suite because the walk of shame after a half dozen glasses of champagne was less embarrassing to a suite rather than a cab parked outside where the world could see you.

Tossing the phone across the other side of the bed, I rolled onto one side; catching a glimpse in the mirror of how I looked. My reflection - not too bad. The lipstick colour had been a perfect choice. The dress? Mhm… I wonder if he’d remember the significance? I sure remembered our first date; how could I forget – I could remember if as if it was just yesterday. I remember the awkwardness between us that vanished within minutes of being together. I remember the smell of the cologne he wore and how it perfectly complimented by sheer coincidence my perfume. I remember being self conscious of being walked up to my front door at the end of the night. I remember the ways he’d made me laugh and I remember not wanting Shun to leave. The feeling of all this was overwhelming – no other guy had gotten even close; not that I think I’d ever want someone else to.

I could feel the beginning of a racing heart beat.

Deciding to get up and walk around the room instead as a change of pace; I started getting antsy.

Shunichiro, c’mon – where are you?

[hotcocosharing]

Second Chance Part 10 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

Shaking my head couple of times with a firm no to stop Maki from bringing up a subject which pretty much like a pandora’s box of my own. I gulp down my drink, dribbling few words and call it a night.

“Don’t worry about it.”

I quickly write this on a piece of serviette like some cheap bastard trying to leave his number in hopes to get laid before I pass it to a bartender who’s probably half my age and giving him extra tip as compensation for being a messenger and deliberately leaving without a face to face goodbye to the owner of this exquisite bar which I may stop dropping by for a while.

A frigid sigh escapes my lips and vanishes into the cold air of the night when I spot someone up ahead who I recognize.

“Mind if I share the cab?”

One look at her surprise expression, I open the car door and wait for her to get in.

“Mr. Tachibana?”

Feeling her questionable gazes as I lay my head on her shoulder to catch a breath, I hum with my eyes shut. “Just stay like this for a little longer.“

I stand by the cab in front of my apartment and ask because it feels right to ask, “It’s about to rain any minute now but would you like to come in for a drink?”

Sachi steals a glance at the driver who obviously has heard my invitation that anyone would have understood the hint, she bites her lips and gets out of the cab with her head down like she’s ashamed with her own decision. Scanning my place nervously she asks a question only the ones who never spend the nights with men who aren’t their boyfriends would ask- “Do you invite other girls here?”

“Are you sure you want to know?

Her mouth opens as she’s about to answer but she couldn’t think fast enough before I continue (to mess with her head).

“You’d stay if you like or leave as you wish, I’d just like to let you know there’s supply or outfits if you ever need them for the next morning.”

Through the silence, we hear sounds of raindrops beating against the windows. I’m about to walk out of the bedroom to lighten her mood but her tiny hand grips mine while she eyes the bed hesitantly. “I… I want to stay the night… with you…”

The past few years have forced me to look at things differently and the half unpleasant reunion with Midori only enhances the truth of not waiting till it’s too late. Second chances are rare and we don’t often get to take a step back and amend the stupid mistakes we’ve made. My mind had once been focused on the future- more clients, more awards, more chances to be ranked number one in the industry. I was so focused that it had cost a relationship and with all the sacrifices I had made for the past nine years did not prevent me from going on meaningless dates with a governor’s daughter who I had no interest in marrying. No degree, awards, achievement or plan in life could ever prepare me for the innocent girl standing right here who feels strongly about me and a former love of my life who may or may not want me back in her life.

Tipping Sachi’s face towards me and seal her lips, I slowly wrap my arms around her and let our steps guide us to the bed before she falls and squeezes the once straighten bedsheets. At this point I let her soft moan and whimper overtake my senses and better judgement as my silent mobile on the night stand blinks and the screen goes momentarily bright with a pop up notification of a message received from Midori.

Once Sachi has drifted into a deep sleep, I pick up the phone with my thumb hanging on the screen, wondering whether to swipe and read the text now or first thing in the morning would be less guilty.

Sachi is right, I am a sneaky scoundrel.

Midori Katayani

There’s a barrel of beer which hasn’t been connected properly – it’s a rookie mistake but once I fix the issue the cellar is working like a charm. The new member of staff is apologising profusely for not being able to rectify the problem himself and I smile as if to say it’s all okay. We’re all new and all make mistakes. It’s a blur of over-pace work which forces me back behind the bar for a short while. I can’t tell what time it is or if it’s even become dark outside but as the patrons start to die down and drinks stop selling as quickly, I take it as an opportunity to leave.

“Ms Katayani this was left for you.”

I raise my eyebrow at Akito who hands me over the serviette and he gives me a taunt look to say he’s read whatever’s written inside and doesn’t know it I should – bar staff; I love them dearly yet around this work place, it’s almost as if everyone is like family and wants to get involved in each other things. Flipping the serviette open, my eyes read and read and read over what’s been written a few dozen times just to make sure that there isn’t any underlying meaning or anything else scribbled before I sigh. You’re a dick Shunichiro – I basically half pour my heart out and this is all I get, ughhhh.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket I try to think of a witty comeback I can send but even after I’ve said goodnight to the staff, thrown a jacket on and walked to my car I keep falling back to the same response.

That’s it? Nothing else? So you’re not in love with me anymore? I get the hint; I won’t bother you anymore.

I can’t exactly remember what time I fall asleep when I get home but next thing I know I’m back at my office talking to reps about a new wine I’d like to sell and reading CV’s for the hiring of more staff. As much as I want to I can’t bring myself to looking at or checking my phone. For some other stupid reason I can’t help but wonder why on earth Shun left so quickly. Had I done something I shouldn’t of?

Looking at my watch I notice is 2pm and I’m ready as ever for a drink. Screw lunch, a gin and tonic would go down well. Leaving my computer on with a million tabs open to different things I need to prioritize and deal with today, I head down from the 4th floor to the bar and slide myself up onto one of the stools. It’s quiet; and I hope I can have a sip in peace.

“What can I get you ma’am?”, a bartender asks and with a response which is just ‘the usual’ he pulls down the Hendricks from the middle shelf and starts mixing. Biting my nails which I swore I haven’t done since I was 16, I patiently wait for the drink to be placed down in front of me when I feel someone’s arm wrap around my shoulders. Glancing to the side, I notice a gentleman who’s a semi regular – would drink here two maybe three times a week staring back at me. He smells of cigarettes and scotch and I frown at what he utters with suggestion at me.

“I usually never see you on this side of the bar lovely; nice set of legs you got there. What time do they open and can I buy you a drink?”

My initial reaction is to peel his arm off of me and give him a piece of my mind but being where I am and with people around I can’t exactly behave that way. Of all the things in the world, why is this happening to me?

[hotcocosharing]

Second Chance Part 7 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

My brows barely have seconds to frown as Midi runs out the door, I swiftly get up and throw the bills on our table before chasing after her. She turns at my hand on her wrist with her redden face, I wonder just how much emotions she’s feeling right now but the first thing that blurs out my lips sure is not an apology.

“Is that what you think of me? Like I treat your shirt like trash or some piece of garment that would fit on just anybody? Maybe I’ll take your suggestion next time someone comes over.” I reply harshly, anger begins to boil up with my grip tightening a little before I let her go at my last sentence. “You ask to meet, Midi. All these years gone and still… you are so… “ My eyes drift down her shirt, tying a ribbon on her coat and exhale the final word. “Judgemental.”

I nod to indicate a goodnight or goodbye, whatever, I just need to get out of here. Fastening my pace to the car park while the phone in my pocket vibrates and the screen reads a text from Maki asking me to join him at Storm Bar- PERFECT!

Midori Katayani 

My first reaction is to try and tug my hand out of Shunichiro’s grip as quickly as I possibly can yet his hesitance in holding on and allowing me my freedom makes me wonder if perhaps I’ve crossed the line; the words which come fumbling out afterwards with an aggression attached which I hadn’t seen in years and definitely didn’t want to remember indicate that I definitely have.

Head down and eyes fixed on the ground, I sigh like a 3rd grader being scolded by her teacher and feel tears swarm ridiculously fast into the corners of my eyes. My next words are a little louder than just whispered beneath my breath yet I can’t be sure that Shun hears them.

“You were never around long enough to give me the chance to ever judge.”

The walk home is particularly long, partially because I’m too stubborn to pay for a cab and also because I need time to sober up and figure out my thoughts. The cold, crisp air helps with the latter but by the time I get home I can’t help but feel like the drama queen of the god damn century.

Grabbing ice-cream from the freezer and turning on the tv to any trashy show that’s on I start crying uncontrollably. I wish we had never run into each other, I was stupid to want to catch up, I’m an idiot for drinking too much, it is my fault in the first place that we even broke up.

Cancelling the rest of the week’s meetings and putting up on my work calendar that I’ll be taking the next few days off as sick leave, I decide with a haste decision to call the last person in the world I want to rely on right now and yet the moment she picks up I sob straight into the phone.

“Mom?”

She doesn’t miss a beat before answering.

“Alright - who’s the guy this time and what has he done?”

[hotcocosharing]

Second Chance Part 6 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana

The night seems to be going smoothly, chit chating our busy lives for the past years with no particular significant other by our side but only work. She’s never a workaholic when we’re together but then people change, I guess.

“…… there isn’t a lucky lady in your life, right?’

“I bet you’re still every bachelors envy..”

“just out of curiosity this isn’t a date is it? I mean.. I wouldn’t mind it if “

Her endless questions pouring out of her uncontrollably with her eyes wide and anxious- she’s drunk. Well tipsy, Midi likes to call it tipsy, I like it either way. She wants this to be a date, I bet her heart is beating like a drum and wish to hear it first hand but it wouldn’t be appropriated, not on the first date anyway. (after breaking up for years but still consider first date I guess).

“Yes someone seems to have had too much to drink.” An easy smile painting its way across my lips, “We could take this some place else,” I suggest, my grin widen as I lean in and whisper into her ear, her moist and transparent shirt pressing slightly against mine. “I still have your favorite tee at my place.”

Midori Katayani

I’m scolding myself internally at very single little stupid thing I’ve managed to say and do tonight, but the icing on the cake so to speak is definitely getting my shirt wet - what a way to show that I’m way over my limit out in public.

It’s no lie at all my heart is beating faster and louder than ever, I can hear it echoing inside my head like a drum and along with this, I feel the smallest of annoying sweats start to bead across my palms and down between the valley of my chest. The moment Shun managed to close up any gap of personal space between us my stomach starts to clench and twist - there’s no butterflies in there like there once was or use to be and whilst I’d love to wonder why, my thoughts and head are in way too much of a mess.

“I still have your favorite tee at my place”

His words cut right through me and although I want to fall for the way that they’re said, hot and heavy with a hint of suggestion I can’t stop my brain from jumping to the worst of conclusions. No, please, no Midori don’t freaking sabotage this.

“You kept it? What, so that any other girl that slips between your sheets for a night can make herself comfortable by wearing it?”

I can taste a foulness across my tongue and to wash it down, I reach across the table to grab Shun’s brandy glass and finish the drink down with a single gulp.

“I’m going home…”, I announce with a slight slur, pushing my chair in and heading straight for the exit without another word spoken.

[hotcocosharing]

Second Chance Part 5 (IM RP)

Shunichiro Tachibana 

I scan the bar as she gives me the Brandy with her soft warm touch that slips into my heart (hand, I mean hand), averting my gazes as long as possible before I finally take a good look at Midi and soon become impossible to take my eyes off her. “Same, it wasn’t great.” It was a business courtesy, an exchange for cutting corners, to make sure our team get where we want to be but I never fill her the details, no one’s interested in the fatal truth, most people don’t need it.

I take a sip of my drinks, swirling the brandy in my glass and the sound of ice cubes gently clinking together as I watch her. How I wish to stroke that redden cheeks and seal that cherry lips of hers, holding each other’s gaze in silence for an eternity until I ask her the usual catch up questions: How’s she been? Where’s she working? Basically everything you’d ask when you meet for the first time, dancing around the “getting to know each other” stage to avoid jumping back into the omiai meeting. It isn’t  important so it isn’t worth mentioning just as the fact that I have no interest in hearing how boring her date must be, if her meeting has gone well that night then I’m all ears but right now, she’s here with me, that’s all that matters.

Midori Katayani 

My eyebrow raises almost a little too quickly at how Shun’s started conversation completely against the bat of what I asked - I guess the date just wasn’t what he expected otherwise there would be no reason behind him not talking about it. Smirking to myself, I nod as a gesture which will only make sense to myself and internally scream inside my head the word ‘good’ as loudly as I can hoping still that it’s drowned out by the music playing around us. Licking my lips once over, I watch intently as he swirls his brandy and I take another sip of champagne. Perhaps I should order just one more.

There’s something comforting about it - the swirling of the brandy glass and the clinking of ice; it’s as if it makes me forget every single problem that I’m only starting to now remember vaguely - like the fact that I’m 34 and single, or perhaps that after all these years of drinking I still can’t manage to hold myself together reasonably. Snapping myself back into reality, I listen to his questions carefully before answering with the occasional slip of slurred words.

“I’m good - just signed the contract on a new lease in Osaka for a bar I’m opening there in the um… in the summer so I guess it’s safe to say that since we last spoke, I work for myself rather than some huge life sucking corporation. The hours are long y’know - well duh, who am I kidding, of course you of all people would know about long hours, but hey.. they’re worth it.”

I can feel a reddening start to flush hot throughout the apples of my cheeks and drop my head so that my hair falls into my face and I can take a few deep breaths to give myself time to think of what the hell next I should ask or do. Fiddling with my watch, I try to compose my voice but the words come out like vomit at a hundred miles an hour.

“What about you? Still working at Addison & Rhodes? I’m assuming because of how we ran into each other yesterday that there isn’t a lucky lady in your life, right? I bet you’re still every bachelors envy. Also.. just out of curiosity this isn’t a date is it? I mean.. I wouldn’t mind it if —– shit.”

Being the clumsy, out of luck tipsy wrench that I am, I’ve managed to knock my glass over and spill it’s contents all over me; cream shirt turning a little more transparent that I’d like it to be.

“Can we re-re-reschedule this for another time?”, I asked with a plea quickly standing up to find something to dry myself with, “I… I think I’ve had a little too much to drink.”