until you love me [r]

[MITSUYA HIKARI]

love, love, love, i want your love

Today was a good day. Today was a lovely, wonderful, delightful day. Mitsuya Hikari decided this pleasantly as she counted the flowers in the bouquet she'd bought from a small floral shop she visited once a week. The owner knew her well and often saved some of the best picks for her. Hikari tended to pay them extra when she was exceptionally impressed, after all. And with a giggle and a smile, she'd been on her way with a bouquet of nice, white lilies clutched between her hands. It was a pretty afternoon; actually not too hot despite the warm, summer breeze that teased at the girl's rosette hair. She loved Ueno Park. It was especially lovely during the spring when the cherry blossoms were blooming. We'll have picnics here every week... She'll bake me cupcakes and I'll feed her slices of watermelon... Hikari's mind was wandering again, as it so often was. The girl was notorious for staring off into space, usually with a pleased little smile and a wistful sigh. We'll kiss under the trees... Just her and me...

Her fingertips caressed one of the lily's white petals with sensual fondness as she roamed down one of the park paths. Occasionally, she'd pluck at the tag that was tucked into the bouquet. She'd read it and her eyes would light up as she giggled, smiled, and put it back into the plastic wrapping. It read, "Natsu-Chan, I love you. I will always love you. Don't forget that I love you~" Signed, of course, by no one beside a pretty heart drawn in pink ink. It was always so thrilling when she sent gifts to Natsuko. Even when she didn't have her name printed on the card, it was exciting just knowing that her presents were received at all. Hikari wanted, so badly, to be more open to the girl about her love, but was smart enough to know that this might not be the most favorable course of action. Hikari had become experienced with the methods of her affections. It was best to take things slowly... To wait for all the pieces to fall into place. She had some good feelings about this time, after all. Natsuko was everything the other girls hadn't been. She was her soulmate. So while Hikari's feelings for the girl couldn't be expressed openly, she'd have to do with sending her anonymous gifts and letters, hoping only that they'd bring a smile to the redhead's sweet face.

It was as Hikari was imagining this exact image -- one with Natsu's face lit up with glee -- that she seemed to have forgotten that other people were on the path with her. She was walking across one of the bridges when she ran straight into a young man who was trying to hurry past. Startled with a soft "O-oh!" Hikari fell backwards on her bum while the bouquet she'd been carrying managed to slip out of her hands and up into the air. The boy she'd run into was muttering a few hurried apologies as he offered a hand to help her to her feet. Shaking her head to try and clear it, Hikari blinked up at him, nerves instantly on edge. She glanced hesitantly towards his offered hand, still very disheveled and oddly pale. Her heart gave a fluttering "ba-bump" in her chest and she swallowed with uncertainty. Having run into the hard shape of a man was a little much for the petit artist, who seemed a bit shaken up when it had only been a small tumble backwards off her feet. The close contact... It... It was unsettling. But she'd realized that her bouquet was misplaced and hurriedly grabbed the man's hand rather tight when she realized this, tugging herself quickly to her feet. Her nails had dug in when she'd pulled herself up, earning a startled hiss from the apologetic offender. Intentional? Oh, no… Of course not.

"I, uh... Sorry!" the young man said again with a brief nod before he ran off. The pink-haired girl didn't seem to notice at all, anxiously searching for her small arrangement of flowers. It was when she glanced over the bridge's railing that she saw it sinking into the pond, note and all. Absolutely devastated, she fidgeted with the temptation to dive in after it. Restlessly, she tugged a little at her red tank top and the hem of her little white skirt. Oh... Oh no! What was going to happen if Natsu-chan didn't get a present? Would she forget that someone loved her? Hikari was so very downcast as she clung to the railing at gazed into the pond where she'd seen the remnants of the flowers. They should've floated, but it seemed to have snagged something and now they were nowhere to be seen. Hikari sighed and tugged at some of the strands of hair framing her face. That clumsy, ugly, stupid boy!

Out of habit, she tried straightening out the messy bun that had been tousled with her little stumble, adjusting one of the floral hairclips with a worried hum. She didn't have enough money on hand to buy a second bouquet right this second. She'd have to take a train home and back again, but the store would probably be closed by then! This... This wasn't good. Natsuko would be so sad! Her Natsuko wouldn't have anything to brighten her day! Oh, yes, this was very upsetting for Hikari. So upsetting, in fact, that she wondered if she could track down the man who'd bumped into her... and "persuade" him to hand over some of his spare change. I’ll persuade him with some piano wire I saved from my last art project… I’ll wrap it around his leg and saw, saw, saw away… Hikari’s grip on the railing tightened, her knuckles white. She tried glancing slowly to the side to see where he’d gone… but the man was nowhere to be seen. Oh well. All she could do was despair and pout down at her anxious expression in the peaceful pond water. So much for that lovely day.

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tag: natsuko~
notes: I hope this is okay. Sorry that it took a little while and is a little on the “bleh” side. ):
listening to: bad romance by lady gaga.

[HAMASAKI NATSUKO]

LET'S HEART IT FOR AMERICA'S SWEETHEARTS,

Oh dear, she’d forgotten something. She had. Natsuko just knew she had. She had her house keys, her cell phone, and some leftover treats from the bakery for home, and she had her bag… but there was just something that screamed to her she’d forgotten it. But what, she had absolutely no idea of. Maybe she was supposed to pick up some scripts for Grandpapa’s medication? No, it was Saturday; he shouldn’t be due for any renewals. She couldn’t recall Miyako asking her to collect anything – and that; well she would definitely remember to get absolutely anything for her. So it must have been something else she had forgotten. She’d locked up the bakery, she was sure. It was not too late in the day to close, but her boss had rung her up and told her to close up for the day and have the rest of the weekend off because, apparently, she wasn’t happy with her lack of a weekend social life.

So what had she forgotten? Hopefully if she was lucky it was something insignificant, but it still irked her to no end. Chewing on her thumb nail, Natsuko worried over it a little more before being distracted by a manikin sporting a pretty dress in a window of a store she always avoided. Despite Miyako’s encouragement, Natsuko liked to wear shorts with stockings, tops with jackets and jumpers; thick, warm clothes for cooler weather and clothes that... well, kind of didn’t show anything off. Looking down at herself, she was wearing ripped, light blue denim short shorts, black and white converses with white socks pulled up below her knees and a loose fitting, cool yellow t-shirt with Yoshi happily printed over her chest. It was a little warm lately, so she’d ditched the normal long sleeved white top that she would wear underneath t-shirts. And was that some flour on the bottom of the top? Frowning, she looked at her own reflection in the window and brushed the flour off.

You are a mighty dork, Hamasaki Natsuko, she told herself. With one last glance at the dress she regained a façade of cheeriness and made her way down the street and across the road, shortcutting through Ueno Park to make her way home. Miyako was supposed to be home tonight, so she’d have to make a good welcome home dinner. Maybe something cool considering the weather. Miyako liked foreign meals, the ones she had when she visited New Zealand and Australia. What was her favourite again? Reef and Beef. Salad with steak and seafood bites. There should be enough ingredients left over from last time, she thought with a satisfied nod. What about desert, though? Ice-cream, probably. Miyako could never get enough of it.

I think I’ll need to pick up some more the- “Oomnf!” she stopped short, blocked by a wall. A heavily breathing wall that was a little too flustered to actually be a wall and that kind of worried her.

“Watch where you’re going kid,” something muttered, pushing her back, hands on her shoulders. “You alright? You’re kind of out of it.” But he seemed kind of out of it, too. She jumped back after the initial dumbfounded moment of intense lameness, and rubbed the back of her head with a sheepish, grinning laugh. Awkward situations weren’t her best forte, but she did her best to try and not come off as a ditzy little red-headed bimbo.

“Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.. er, well, I was distracted. Are you o-“ he cut her off with a wave of his hand, which she noticed had some nasty fingernail imprints, and she stared wide eyed as he rushed off. What had him in such a flurry? She wondered. Shrugging her shoulders, she spun back around and went on her way – reaching down to pick up a white flower of a bunch of yellow in the grass that edged the lining of the path. It was scrawny and half dead but she liked it, the colour was pretty. She twirled it between her fingers and the petals slipped away.

She could have probably said something solitary and fickle about it, like what her smart friend would have, but she let it go and went on her way. There was too much was on her mind to really think properly, so she focused on her surroundings – mainly to avoid being an idiot and running into someone again, though. Then again, she was an idiot, a clumsy drifting idiot, on her best days. So even by concentrating it was probably impossible for her not to be one, which was hard to accept. Sighing, Natsuko turned right at the Ueno Park bridge off of the path. A glimpse of pink hair caught her attention, however, and she nearly ran right into the bridge itself. She knew that hair; she knew that hair very well. She brushed it, played with it, tied it up and did it all over again on a weekly basis.

Grinning, Natsuko did her best to creep over to the person who could be described as her best friend. Trying not to giggle, she stood behind her and without warning, wrapped her arms tightly around the girl in front.

“Hi-ka-ri!” she drew out the syllables, and with each one groped a little tighter. Just for added affect, she kissed her cheek. Probably a little too close to the other’s lips, but Natsuko didn’t really notice in all of her ditzy, excited glory.

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comments ohhai, ilu. yours was love. mine was crap. gotta get back into her character again <: hikarixnatsu forever please
lolwat boooooob squash.