Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Love or Hate ❯ Volume Six, Chapter Forty-Two: The Matchmaker ( Chapter 42 )

The Matchmaker

He's here on a mission. The well-dressed man arrived in Sapporo around eight in the morning. He didn't get here alone. A woman about twenty stood next to him. She stretched her neck from side to side.

“Thanks again for this,” the matchmaker said.

“Uh-huh,” the woman said. She was his ticket to get closer to the targets. They got there just in time too.

“What's the next destination?” he asked. The woman pulled out her phone.

“Tokyo,” she said.

“Heh,” he said. They would have to go back. He didn't mind it. Raja was paying him the best after all. He turned to the woman.

“Shall we get going?” he asked. She put away her phone.

“Uh-huh,” she said. The matchmaker perked up.

“Sounds good,” he said. The pair left the bus station.

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It was the last day for Sapporo. Mai couldn't wait to leave. She packed up her things.

“So long!” she shouted at the room. This tour sucked so far. Her guitarist was in love with the enemy. They were happy too? Mai gritted her teeth.

This would not do.

But what could she do? Kasumi and Yoko wouldn't let her break them up.

“Let them be happy,” they told her.

“She needs to focus on the music!” Mai shouted. Yoko shrugged.

“She can do both,” she said. They didn't get it, did they? Mai wanted to scream.

Meanwhile, Isao took it a little bit better.

“Do you really love her?” he asked.

“Yes,” Katsuya said. The vocalist patted him on the back.

“I'm happy for you,” he said. Katsuya bowed his head.

“Thank you,” he said. Isao didn't agree with the coupling, but it wasn't his place. As long as Katsuya was happy, it would be fine. They had other things to worry about.

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The matchmaker and the woman sat in the caf�. He took out his notes.

Hishikawa Isao. Age twenty-seven. His last relationship was two years ago. Sexuality was bisexual. He still lived with his mother.

The woman looked at the file.

“He's so pretty cute,” she said.

“Uh-huh,” the matchmaker said. He turned the page.

Usami Mai. Age twenty-seven. Never been in a relationship. Sexuality was straight. She lost her parents when she was young. Client was her only family.

“She's cute,” the woman said.

“Yeah…” he said. The matchmaker rubbed his forehead. He had his work cut out for him. Still, a job was a job. The matchmaker would make this count. The waitress walked over to their table. He ordered green tea while his companion ordered coffee. It was time to get to work.

Track Forty-Two