cute lingerie,
cosplay items, to pop idol photos and merchandise. There were many posters of
the Fire Boys plastered outside the idol shops. Mimi stopped and stared at one
huge photograph of Yuki. He had a big smile on his face, which seemed to reach
all the way to his eyes. He looked exactly like how she remembered him. Her
hand reached out to touch his face but she stopped herself midway. “I must be
going mad,” she muttered to herself. But she continued looking wistfully at his
face and wondered if she would ever see his smile ever again. Mimi decided to
continue her pursuit of a dessert crepe store and pried herself away from the
photograph. She didn’t notice a small step in front of her and ended up falling
onto her knees.
“Ouch!” she cried. Her knees
were badly scrapped and it was difficult for her to get up to her feet.
“Are you okay?” asked a male
voice as he knelt down beside her. He was wearing a cap and he looked at her
wound.
“I think so,” she said and Mimi
looked at him. Their eyes met and Mimi felt the world around them come to a
standstill. It was him. Yuki was beside her, more beautiful in person. He
looked as surprised as she was.
“Is that Yuki? Isn’t he from
the Fire Boys? Quick, take a picture...” Hushed whisperings were heard around
them. Some schoolgirls had even started to whip out their camera phones, trying
to snap a photo of him, and of Mimi as well. She looked on at Yuki, alarmed. He
swooped down to carry her up in his arms and leaving everything else behind,
started sprinting down the street. Mimi was so shocked that she just clung on
to him for dear life. She looked over his shoulder and saw a horde of school
girls and some office ladies – who had taken off their high heels –
join in the chase. And goodness, they were fast. Were they going to get caught
like this? But Yuki was pretty fast too, despite the extra weight (herself) he
had to bear. He ran across the street and sprinted towards Yoyogi Stadium. He
easily got pass security with Mimi in his arms, while the security guards
stopped the pursuing stampede from entering the stadium.
“Oh crap, it may actually be
more dangerous for you inside here
than outside,” Yuki panted, his hair drenched with sweat.
“Yuki, can you put me down?”
Mimi asked, timidly.
“Oh sorry,” Yuki said, gently
releasing her. He squatted down and looked at her knees. “It’s quite a bad
scrap there. I’ll help you get some ointment. But first, let me see, where is
the safest place for you?” He stood
up and looked around. It had to be a place where the managers and men in suits
won’t find her.
“Yuki, don’t worry about me. I
will be f...” Mimi started. But before she could finish her sentence, Yuki had
swept her up in his arms again. She yelped in surprise. He is rather strong for
his size, she thought. The pop star kicked open the door of the female toilet
and walked in with her. The place was understandably empty, and Yuki gently
placed her down a second time. “Thanks...” she muttered. He went inside one of
the cubicles and put the toilet seat down. “I’ll go and find some ointment for
your injuries. Please take a seat here first?”
“Yuki, you don’t have to, my
knees are fine...” Mimi protested, adding some hand gestures for effect. Her
words seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. He simply placed his hands on her
shoulders and added, “I’ll be right back.” Yuki then zipped out of the ladies,
leaving Mimi alone in the toilet. There didn’t seem to be a better option, so
she stayed put on the toilet seat.
But then, what were the chances
of meeting him like this, Mimi thought, burying her face in her hands. “I guess
this is going to be our last goodbye, in a toilet,” she mumbled to herself,
“How romantic.” She heard the toilet door swing open and Yuki reappeared in
front of her, clutching some cotton pads and a bottle of purple
cosplay items, to pop idol photos and merchandise. There were many posters of
the Fire Boys plastered outside the idol shops. Mimi stopped and stared at one
huge photograph of Yuki. He had a big smile on his face, which seemed to reach
all the way to his eyes. He looked exactly like how she remembered him. Her
hand reached out to touch his face but she stopped herself midway. “I must be
going mad,” she muttered to herself. But she continued looking wistfully at his
face and wondered if she would ever see his smile ever again. Mimi decided to
continue her pursuit of a dessert crepe store and pried herself away from the
photograph. She didn’t notice a small step in front of her and ended up falling
onto her knees.
“Ouch!” she cried. Her knees
were badly scrapped and it was difficult for her to get up to her feet.
“Are you okay?” asked a male
voice as he knelt down beside her. He was wearing a cap and he looked at her
wound.
“I think so,” she said and Mimi
looked at him. Their eyes met and Mimi felt the world around them come to a
standstill. It was him. Yuki was beside her, more beautiful in person. He
looked as surprised as she was.
“Is that Yuki? Isn’t he from
the Fire Boys? Quick, take a picture...” Hushed whisperings were heard around
them. Some schoolgirls had even started to whip out their camera phones, trying
to snap a photo of him, and of Mimi as well. She looked on at Yuki, alarmed. He
swooped down to carry her up in his arms and leaving everything else behind,
started sprinting down the street. Mimi was so shocked that she just clung on
to him for dear life. She looked over his shoulder and saw a horde of school
girls and some office ladies – who had taken off their high heels –
join in the chase. And goodness, they were fast. Were they going to get caught
like this? But Yuki was pretty fast too, despite the extra weight (herself) he
had to bear. He ran across the street and sprinted towards Yoyogi Stadium. He
easily got pass security with Mimi in his arms, while the security guards
stopped the pursuing stampede from entering the stadium.
“Oh crap, it may actually be
more dangerous for you inside here
than outside,” Yuki panted, his hair drenched with sweat.
“Yuki, can you put me down?”
Mimi asked, timidly.
“Oh sorry,” Yuki said, gently
releasing her. He squatted down and looked at her knees. “It’s quite a bad
scrap there. I’ll help you get some ointment. But first, let me see, where is
the safest place for you?” He stood
up and looked around. It had to be a place where the managers and men in suits
won’t find her.
“Yuki, don’t worry about me. I
will be f...” Mimi started. But before she could finish her sentence, Yuki had
swept her up in his arms again. She yelped in surprise. He is rather strong for
his size, she thought. The pop star kicked open the door of the female toilet
and walked in with her. The place was understandably empty, and Yuki gently
placed her down a second time. “Thanks...” she muttered. He went inside one of
the cubicles and put the toilet seat down. “I’ll go and find some ointment for
your injuries. Please take a seat here first?”
“Yuki, you don’t have to, my
knees are fine...” Mimi protested, adding some hand gestures for effect. Her
words seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. He simply placed his hands on her
shoulders and added, “I’ll be right back.” Yuki then zipped out of the ladies,
leaving Mimi alone in the toilet. There didn’t seem to be a better option, so
she stayed put on the toilet seat.
But then, what were the chances
of meeting him like this, Mimi thought, burying her face in her hands. “I guess
this is going to be our last goodbye, in a toilet,” she mumbled to herself,
“How romantic.” She heard the toilet door swing open and Yuki reappeared in
front of her, clutching some cotton pads and a bottle of purple
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