Paradise Kiss Fan Fiction ❯ The Left Hand Dreams of Him ❯ November Without You ( Chapter 3 )

Authoress Note:

Hey everyone… so both guys are über depressed now…but we all know that life must go on… so here's the next installment. Wataru and Yuichi are movin' on.

 

 

November without You

 

Wataru met Asaka in front of Kino Theatre (1), knowing that spending time with Asaka would help him through his sadness. Wataru saw that Asaka had been waiting for him.

“Hey, been waiting long?”

“Nope, just got here. So this is a French film, it's called Mon Meilleur Ami (2) and it's supposed to be really funny. I hope you don't mind reading subtitles…”

“Nah, French films are worth it. What does the title mean?”

“My Best Friend.” Asaka smiled.

“Cool. Let's go. I'm officially excited.”

Asaka laughed and stepped towards the ticket booth so he could buy their tickets. Wataru mumbled a protest when Asaka tried to pay for him, fell silent when Asaka insisted and told him that he could pay for his own concessions.

 

After the movie the two went to dinner. Sadly, they couldn't agree on what they wanted to eat. Asaka insisted on eating French food since they had seen a French movie. Wataru demanded Korean Barbecue.

“Wataru, Korean food has absolutely nothing to do with anything we've done today! French food would be so perfect after watching a French movie… where they ate French food!” he exclaimed after remembering a part of the movie that took place in a restaurant.

“Why does what we have to eat have to match the movie?! That's so dumb! Korean BBQ TASTES good. French food is way too rich and is so typically date-like.”

“Fine. No French food. But I'm NOT eating Korean.”

“Ugh. Fine. What would you rather have?”

“How about… Chilean food?”

“What? That's so random. And where are we going to find Chilean food?”

“This couple opened up a Chilean restaurant down the street. We can go there now.”

Wataru looked down and shook his head. Where had Chilean food come from? What did it taste like?

“Don't worry, Wataru. Chilean food is really good, I think. You'll like it, I hope.”

Wataru groaned as Asaka started walking down the street mumbling to himself.

When they reached the place, the name of the restaurant was in Spanish, making it very difficult for them to understand what it was trying to say: “Los Copihues.”

They walked inside and heard someone say, “Irasshaimase!” (3). The word sounded strange coming out of her mouth. She didn't sound like a native speaker spoke as if she were unsure of herself.

She seated them at the nicest table in the tiny establishment, served them water and handed them menus. “Let me know if there's anything I can help you with,” she said in that same unsure tone, looking down at her feet while she said it.

“May I ask why you sound so unsure?” Asaka asked curiously.

“Yes. It's alright. I'm really new to Japan…especially the language. I'm not quite sure if I'm saying everything correctly.” Her face brightened as she spoke, glad at having such courteous customers.

“Don't be worried. You're doing great. Are you originally from Chile?”

“Yes. I moved here about 6 months ago. I'm sorry I'd really like stay and chat some more, but I'm needed in the kitchen. Your server will be right with you.” She rushed off to the kitchens leaving the boys with something new to talk about.

“She's cute. She speaks really well for only being here for six months!”

“Yeah, she does. I wonder why she left…” Wataru trailed off as he saw the waiter come up quietly, waiting for the two to finish talking. Wataru was surprised to see that the waiter was not another Chilean, but rather a native Japanese guy who went to Wataru's school.

“Hi, can I get you guys something to drink?”

“Er… I have a question, this soda here… er… Inca Kola… where is it imported from?”

“That soda's actually imported from Peru. If you're interested in the full Chilean experience, these two sodas here, Bilz and Pap, are both imported from Chile and are really good.” (4)

“Er… okay, thanks. I'll have an Inca Kola.” Wataru began to glance at the entrée dishes curiously, waiting for Asaka to order his drink.

“And I'll have a Bilz, please. And as an appetizer can we have some empanadas? Thank you.”

Wow. He's so confident even when coming to a completely unfamiliar place, Wataru noticed.

 

“So, Wataru. What do you think about this place?”

“It's so cool that they actually import drinks from South America. I've never actually had Latin American food before.”

“I think you'll like it… Anyway… have you talked to Kazuki lately?”

Wataru looked up, surprised. “No, actually. After that thing at my house, he stopped calling and everything. I'm finally able to start getting over him.”

“Oh.” Asaka paused for a moment, uncertain as to what to say next. “Well… um… Are you ever-“

“I'm sorry but can we please change the subject? I'd really rather not talk about him. It's done.”

“Okay. So…I wanted you to know this… I think Kawamura has really taken to this one girl in the circle. Well actually…more than that… they're going out.”

“What?! He didn't tell me that! We're talking about Michiko, right?”

“Yeah. She really likes him for some reason…” Asaka said sarcastically, “…I can't figure out why.”

Wataru reached over the table and lightly punched Asaka's arm, “Hey! He's my friend!”

Suddenly Wataru was smiling again. It had been a while since anybody had seen him truly smile. And it was Asaka who provoked it…

They spent the rest of their friend-date talking about the circle: what they were remodeling and of course the developments of Michiko and Kawamura's relationship. With each passing moment, Wataru relaxed more and more.

 

 

“Hey Wataru. Are you going to finish that last rice ball?” Kawamura eyed the rice ball on Wataru's plate hungrily.

“Nah. Go ahead…Fatty.” Wataru snorted with laughter as he slid his tray over to Kawamura.

Miho eyed them both, “Why don't you guys go out?”

Wataru and Kawamura looked at each other, looked at Miho, looked at each other, looked at Miho…

The scooted their chairs away from each other a bit.

Wataru spoke first, “Uh… Miho… are you crazy?”

“Hey! What's wrong with me? Why couldn't I be the object of your affection?”

“Kawamura…think about what you just said.”

“Uh… oh… just kidding? Anyway, I'm going out with Michiko,” Kawamura said quickly, covering up his embarrassment.

“She's a little out of your league,” Miho sniffed. She was angry that Kawamura had gotten over her so quickly.

“Who asked you? Besides, you don't care anyway.”

“Hmph, it was just an observation.”

“Whatever… why aren't you sitting with your usual crowd?” Kawamura asked curiously.

“I'm tired of them, besides, you guys are so much more interesting!”

“Psh… you're here because you want to butt into my business, right?” Wataru snorted.

“Okay fine you caught me. I also wanted tell you that people have noticed you've stopped wearing the ring.”

“But this is the first day I haven't worn it! How did it get around school so quickly?”

“Dude… you're popular now, remember?” Kawamura flicked Wataru's head.

“Ugh! popularity…so trivial.”

“Ugh! you…so exhausting…”Kawamura retorted.

The three burst out laughing. Kawamura did such a good impression of Wataru. In fact, he was just good at doing impressions. People in his class would often go up to him and request an impression of Yoshida-sensei, the most…interesting of their teachers.

After their giggles (A/N: ha! boys giggling) subsided, Miho asked a very serious question: “What did you do with it? The ring, I mean.”

“I put it in a box in my closet.”

Suddenly someone interrupted their conversation. “Fujii, can I talk to you for a second?” Mai Tachibana asked.

“I guess. What's up?”

“Um… well I couldn't help but overhear that you stopped wearing your ring that's paired with Kazuki's…”

“Yes, and?”

“Well, I was wondering if I could perhaps have it? I heard from my friends at Tokyo U. that Kazuki has stopped wearing his on his left ring finger.”

At this, Wataru stood up and said, “Sorry, Tachibana. You can't have it. Just because I've stopped wearing it doesn't mean I don't still treasure it. I've had it for a long time and I'm not willing to give it up on a whim.” Wataru punctuated with a glare.

“Fujiiiiiiii….” Mai whined.

“No.”

“Jerk.”

“Yup.”

Mai left the table and went to her corner with her minions. Wataru sat down and said to Miho and Kawamura, “She just never gives up, does she? I can't believe you used to like her, Kawamura.”

“Yeah, well… I don't anymore.”

After a bit of silence, Miho spoke up, “Wataru? Why don't we get you a new ring?”

Wataru replied in a tired voice, “We already did that remember?”

“I meant a real new ring. One that doesn't have significance in any way… one that you just like.”

“Well, okay. Only…can we not go to Toko's store?”

“Duh, Wataru. We're not retarded,” Kawamura retorted. He had such a disgusted look on his face that Wataru and Miho laughed. Kawamura was getting so much better at cheering Wataru up.