Chapter two : An awful starting
It was always when I was in a rush that everything suddenly won't cooperate for the love of everything.
My way back home was definitely not a walk in the park. As I was hurrying on my way home, a ridiculously huge stone came to meet me. I fell flat on my back, and the contents of my bag were scattered on the floor. I spent a good five minutes picking everything up, and therefore, here I was, trying to get ready in less than thirty minutes when I usually needed at least fifty minutes to be fully prepared to go out to a party.
My way to the shower was accompanied with insults here and there directed to no one in particular. And, of course, the quick shower turned into a torture session since I couldn't get myself to turn the icing shower into a warm one. Stupid apartment where everyone took their shower at the same time..
Once the -unfortunately- cold shower taken, I was stuck in front of my wardrobe, hesitant. Should I go for a sexy look ? or a more casual one ? maybe even an elegant look ? No, why would I want to be elegant for a karaoke night..
Twenty-two minutes left before I had to go out to meet them in front of the karaoke..!
When I was about to call my friends and tell them I wouldn't be able to make it to that karaoke-restaurant party because my wardrobe had decided not to cooperate, my phone stared buzzing, notifying me of an upcoming call.
I swear to god if it is Satล who needs me to come back to finish some of his work again..
When my phone's screen displayed a familiar name, I answered with a sigh of relief.
"Hi Tomiko, what's up ?"
"Hi __, I just wanted to let you know that the party had been postponed to eight instead of seven."
"Really ?, I said with alleviation, Why that ?"
"'cause that idiot forgot his own celebration party and decided to go on a trip on his own without telling anyone !"
What I had just heard was clearly a man's voice. The voice, I assumed was Aoki's, sounded really irritated by the last events.
"He really is a piece of shit sometimes, like why the hell would you go somewhere when you know damn well your friends organized a fuck-, he stopped himself before saying an other bad word again, party just for your ass that you explicitly asked for !"
"Masaru, don't let him get you all worked up like that, he doesn't deserve it !". She sounded really far from the device and I wondered if they were still aware of my presence.
"But Tomikoo, he is really an asshole, how am I supposed to react ?", his voice no longer sounded angry, more of childish now.
"Oh my sweet Masaru, come here, I'll make you feel better."
Odd sounds started echoing from the telephone and I knew that if I didn't stop right now I'll end up traumatized.
"Hum excuse me for interrupting your...words of affirmation session, but is the party still taking place or..?", I asked, not wanting them to end up doing weird things while I was still on the other side of the phone.
I heard them exclaim in surprise before Tomiko responded to me, strangely out of breath.
"Oh sorry __, I completely forgot about you being there. So yeah, the party is still taking place !"
"Yeah, Kimura wanted to remind Takamura of the bash and thankfully he did 'cause that dumbass was about to leave."
"Okay, so I'll see you at eight then."
"Yep, see you __, don't be late !"
And just like that the call ended.
My phone showed that it was six and forty-five which meant I still had fifty minutes to get ready. Gosh, what a relief..
After fifteen minutes, I finally opted for a perfect mix of a sexy look but still looking enough casual for a karaoke night with some friends. I had decided to wear a fitted black T-shirt paired with a slightly oversized black leather jacket, which created a sleek and edgy contrast. A short light-wash denim mini skirt for adding a casual touch, while the sheer black tights with a delicate floral patterns brought a subtle, feminine detail. And I completed the look with tall black heeled boots for adding height and a bold, confident finish. I wasn't really small and neither had I a petite figure, but it was always a pleasant feeling to a bit taller than I actually was.
For my make-up look, since I only had twenty-five minutes left and I still hadn't do my hair, I did a make-up who was at the same time soft and glowing, designed to catch the light without looking heavy. A warm champagne shimmer covered the eyelids, dusted with delicate sparkles that glimmered when she blinked. My lashes were long and wispy, framing deep brown eyes, while a thin line of eyeliner gently defined the upper lash line. My brows were full and softly brushed into place, keeping the look natural and effortless. My lips were brushed with a soft rosy red, finished with a glittering gloss that made them gently shimmer in the light.
And finally, for my hair, I kept as simple as possible, leaving my natural wavy hair down. I just defined them a bit before spraying some perfume on me, the Hypnotic Poison from Dior my nonna gifted me last year when I visited her for Christmas. I was so grateful but also kind of upset about her gift because she didn't need to offer me something that expensive. She shut down all of my comments and told me I deserved it and she was happy to offer me the perfume.
After all that preparation, I was finally ready to go celebrate someone I didn't even know.
Please, let it be a good evening..
I left my apartment with that thought floating inside of my mind. The way to the karaoke-restaurant had gone strangely well this time, without any problems.
And I even arrived earlier than I was supposed to since I was originally running late. Not arriving late immediately put me in a good mood. I hated being late, but ironically this problem happened to me quite often. That is why Tomikospecifically asked me not to be late, which I successfully did ! The proof is that she and the others hadn't even arrived yet.
I waited a few more minutes before I started to doubt myself. Were they all already inside ? But the girls and I agreed that we were waiting each other in front of the entrance ? Was I late even if I arrived earlier ?
I was about to call Tomiko to ask her where she and the others where when a deep and confident voice was heard.
"Hey gorgeous, what you're doing here all alone ? Waiting forJapan's greatest prideย a.k.a me ?"
Oh great, another man whose ego was far too big for his own well-being.
I slowly turned to the side to stare serenely at the man who was disturbing my peace.
Why did men always need to ruin my mood by saying something stupid ?
Once my eyes set on the man, I realized I might know him from somewhere, his face was familiar. I probably stared at him for too long because he felt the need to say something stupid, again.
"What? Surprised by all this grandeur before you? Try not to faint, darling, I don't have time to catch you, people are waiting inside to celebrate the fact that I am the strongest man in the world !", and an even greater confidence emanated from his ridiculously imposing body.
Okay, I'll admit it, he wasn't unpleasant to look at but that didn't justify his jerkish attitude.
And then a flash of genius came to me. He was the Takamura. And of course I had already seen him on TV, on a show where he did nothing but boast about himself and his destructive power. I had to turn off my TV : he was being unbearable.
I said calmly, clearly not impressed by his show-off personality. "Oh, you are Takamura, aren't you ?"
He seemed a little surprised that I knew him before adopting an arrogant smirk that made me want to shove it back in his face.
"Ohhh, so you're a fan doll face. Want an autograph ? And probably a date with the champion after that ?",ย he said with a smirk that was starting to get on my nerves.
His egocentrism was starting to annoy the hell out of me.
"No, thanks. Actually, I'm waiting for my friends", I said, with obvious exasperation.
I was about to open my flip phone for the umpteenth time to get news of Tomiko and Kumi when I realized he had fallen into silence. I looked up to him, furrowed brows.
I noticed that he was watching me closely and it was starting to make me uncomfortable.
What was his problem ? Why was his gaze so intense ? And why were his lashes so long ? Did he use some mascara or something ?
"Hey, why are looki-", I was trying to speak in gibberish to get myself out of this extremely embarrassing situation.
"You're __, aren't you sweetcheeks ?", he asked me casually.
Sweetcheeks ?! What an asshole !
"Yes, I am. What about that ?"
My tone was defensive but, honestly, who could blame me ?
"Oh. Okay. Well, come with the future champion of your heart and of your bed doll face, we're going to celebrate my obvious victory !"
Excuse-me, what now ?
