"See you later!" I said and waved goodbye.
I am Akiyama Paul, I lived with my mother for 15 years but I was invited to check, if I wanted to enroll in a international school in abroad. Now I'll just have to catch a flight to Tokyo to check it out.
"Bye son! Don't forget to bring back the cooking wear inside your backpack! Call me when you get there! Okay!" My mother cheerfully shouted. My mother was always like this, very cheerful! She supported me in every activity I do. She even supported me when my teacher accidentally puts me in the female cheer leading squad by mistake, don't ask how... it's a long story.
"Bring these map for reference" Mrs. Dojima said. This is Mrs. Dojima she taught me a lot of knowledge, and I mean it, a lot! She wanted me to be at the top in every subject at school, even in extra curricular activities. She even adds more projects and assignments to my school's projects and assignments! At one point she even argued with a teacher for giving a false information, and won, since then she home schooled me to prevent false information.
"Well, take care my boy!" Mr. Dojima stated. When I was 6, I asked Mr. Dojima to teach me how to use my fist, because I was bullied for being too intelligent that killed the other students' fun. At first Mr. Dojima refused but after he witnessed the intense bullying I got, he eventually trained me. We went to "summer camps" and "specific feild trips" with a lot of "physical task". He was strick but not as strick as Mrs. Dojima. He went too overboard with his teachings that he taught me so much skills that I feel like James Bond with a mixture of John Wick. He even forbids me of using the military grade skills I learned, if not necessary.
Mr. and Mrs. Dojima was close to my father and help my mother raise me in their own way. They stood like a grandparent figure to me and they are also ones who got me this invitation for the international high school in abroad, and I can't thank them enough... but because of, Mrs. Dojima telling me to study all the time, and Mr. Dojima getting my free time to train. I didn't have time to make friends, and socially interact with people.
"Make sure to use your intelligence and skills wisely!" Mr. and Mrs. Dojima shouted as I entered the taxi.
"I will! Goodbye everyone!" I waved goodbye as the taxi drove off to the airport.
The taxi arrived at the airport, I paid and thanked the driver for the safe trip. I grabbed my stuff and started my first steps on becoming independent.
I arrived 15 minutes earlier than expected, that leaves me 45 minutes to spare before the indicated boarding time. I'll set an alarm and find a good place to entertain myself. I could smell Café au Lait from the distance, so I decided to go to the cafe nearby. When the door opened, I smelled different scents of coffee, it was amazing, it was my first time experiencing a cafe. I was so astonished by the place, that I eased my mind.
While I was in the line for the counter, a sudden push was exerted behind my back. Taking a quick peek behind me, I noticed a phone flying in, my instincts kicked in. My arms was reaching for the phone while stepping out of the line. My hands caught it, and girl came rushing in. Immediately bowing her head and saying in a sincere tone "I am so sorry it won't happen again!". It took me a while to process what's happening but I replied "It's Okay, It's no trouble at all" and gave her phone back. She once again said her thanks and casually walked back.
"Hm, a cappuccino would be great right about now..." then I realized... I left the line! I forgotten who was the person behind and in front of me, and I can't even remember the space where I used to be! Disappointed of myself, I started walking back at the line.
While I was walking back, I noticed a person waving towards me. It was the girl from before. She waved and said "Sir over here!". It was an appropriate term, but do I really look that old? We look practically like the same age, with a little gap and all of that.
I walked towards her and she said "Here take this spot in front of me!". I quickly responded "Umm, Thank you, but I could always go back at the line". "Come on I insist!" She smiled and made some space in front of her. She seems nice, I took her offer and stood in front.
While waiting in line, I noticed she kept staring at me! It's probably fine, maybe she was looking at the menu ahead or something. After 15 minutes, it was finally my turn at the counter.
"What would you like sir? Black coffee? Or an espresso perhaps? Or would you rather try our best seller Café au Lait?" the cashier asked. This is a tough decision there are so many options, but I have already decided "I'll have a cappuccino please". "Okay one cappuccino, will that be all?" the cashier added. I looked behind and asked "How about you? would you like?". "U-um, me?" the girl said. "Yeah what would you like to add?" I gladly asked. "U-um, I'll have an affogato please" she stated with weak voice. "Okay in summary, one cappuccino for $4.02 and one affogato for $4.25, that would be in total of $8.27" the cashier stated.
I didn't know that it cost so much! I only have a limited balance in the account, I can't spend willy-nilly! The girl from behind walked up front and said "Um, I will pay for tha-". "Here, a $10 that should be enough" I immediately paid the drinks. "Okay, we will just serve you your drink, have a nice day!" the cashier stated.
We both looked for a good table to sit down, after checking all of them, we both decided on a table. "This one" we both said. I was shocked that she chose the same table as I did. Looking at her, she is pretty but shy. It made me smile just thinking on about how cute she looks.
After admiring her looks, I reacted "U-um I'll just look for another table if you lik-". She pulled my hoodie and said "U-hm, we could share this table... we have the same receipt, and they wouldn't have trouble looking for us... so... ". "Well... if it is okay with you then, I would gladly take this seat" I nodded and gave her a smile.
We put down our luggage and waited for our order.
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Wait... what is this awkward atmosphere? I can't find an opening to converse with her...
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"Uhm... we have a nice weather today, it's probably suited for a plane flight..." I started. "U-um I guess so" She replied.
What was that "U-um I guess so"? I can't find anything in common... I'll give it another shot!
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"Are you new around here?" I asked. "Y-you could say that... I wasn't born here but I had to visit my late father's grave..." She replied looking down.
What!!! Did I hit another wrong question? It went really dark... Uhh... Uhh... I'll cheer her up, that should work.
I said "Sorry... I didn't know... ". "Eh-um don't be, don't be! I hardly spend time with my father becuase of his work but still he is my father" She replied.
Uhh thank god the crisis was averted. I think I should ask her name, and it might help me find a topic!
With all of my courage, I asked "Uhm,whats your na-". "Thank you for waiting!" the waiter said "Here is your order a cappuccino for the gentleman and a affogato to the lady". "Thank you very much!" the waiter served our drinks.
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That was the worse timing!! I got all worked up for nothing... We started drinking our coffee, hmm it's delicious, I wonder what does a affogato taste like? "Would you like some?" she asked. Am I that transparent? "Sure thi-" I realized, that this would mean, an indirect kiss?
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Wait, wait, wait... No, no, no...
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If I decline it now then it would mean, I am to embarrassed to have an indirect kiss, even though we hardly know each other. Okay I'll taste the affogato...
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I tasted the affogato, it's not what I expected but it sure tasted great! What about the indirect kiss? Ugh... I am to embarrassed to even look at her! I think I am turning red...
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"Can I taste yours?" She asked. Uh... I can't do this twice! I'll have to make an excuse! "Sad to say I already drank it all" I replied. Phew... that was a colse one. "What does it taste?" she asked looking at my drink. I told her "It was delicious slightly different from your affogato, in terms of foam and milk".
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She quickly looked at her phone
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She looked at her phone? Why is there silence and awkward atmosphere... How long do I have to endure this?
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(Meanwhile at the girl's thoughts*)
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Hmm, what did Mai sent me? Hm... it said "What happeneds on a date".
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Eh???? D-does it m-mean... I am on a date? N-no, it can't be... let me see here...
hmm... looking at him he does look decent... ☑️
He was actually friendly and tried to talk to me.... ☑️
Did he ask questions? Ohh yeah he asked if I wasn't from around here...
Wait that's a ☑️
Wait, wait... he haven't complimented me and I don't thinks he even listened to my answer... Phew... and I thought this was a date...
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"When did your late father died? because you looked like your a bit down... uhm like their is nothing wrong with that! You do look P R E T T Y, um did I say pretty I meant C U T E, uh um I meant you look G O O D" He nervously added "U-hm never mind if the question is too hard on you".
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He did listen!!! and complemented me!!!
☑️ ☑️
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This is a date!!!! Uh-um ack! I can't hide it, am I glowing red? I think not or am I?.... I have to leave immediately before I embarrass myself!!
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"Um, I think my plane is about to leave... I better get going! Bye-" and I rapidly said to him "Thank you again!". I left the cafe in a hurry, not now, I can't confront him like this... Huh... just take deep breaths, I need to think... There is still time left before my departure, I could still walk outside for a bit...
Huh... Now I can think... He seems kind and sweet... with his hoodie and jeans, he does looks cute... It's getting dark, I should head back...
Somebody following me, I better find a guard quick. If I remember... there was a guard right around this corner-. I bumped into a guy, and I was about to ask for his help but he said "Don't scream or else your life will have to pay for it", then the man following me caught up. A knife was pointed behind my back. I could push them and run... but I am too afraid that my legs are shaking...
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Please somebody... Anybody...
H E L P M E!
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(Back at the cafe*)
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Why did she leave in a hurry? Did I say something wrong? maybe her flights was really about to leave... I better get ready too... I grabbed my stuff and noticed a pink purse... is this hers? I need to find her...
I looked everywhere, in the second floor, the ground floor, the departure area, the chapel, even in the office... but she wasn't there... did she went outside? At this late? Then a beep tone came from the speaker, and announced "The plane to Tokyo, Japan... Sydney, Australia... Manila, Philippines... and London, England will begin their boarding in about 24 minutes, Please prepare your passport and ticket ahead of time thank you!". Better find her soon or else I'll miss my fight!
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(In a woods just near the airport*)
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"Please let me go! You can have the stuff just please... " I begged. "I'll let you go once he takes a look at your stuff" The guy with the black hair said while threatening me with his knife. "Just keep her shut until I finish opening this luggage" the guy with a blonde hair added. The guy with a black hair looked at me, then said "Hmm, I kinda feel aroused with your struggling... Let's head over there for a moment". He forced me to walk over...
P L E A S E
A N Y O N E
S A V E ME!
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(Meanwhile back at the Paul*)
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I searched outside but still haven't found her, it took me 5 minutes but I heard a familiar voice, so I followed it. Recognizing the luggage, but someone is trying to open it. "Hmm, just a little bit more and I'll have her stuff..." the blonde guy said. If I am right then that's her belongings, I must act fast!
"Who goes there?" the blonde guy shouted. "Just passing by" I calmly replied. "Well get lost! If you know what's good for you!" He said. "Hey I wouldn't want anyone getting hurt" I replied. Mr. Dojima said I shouldn't use this military grade combat, but also he said that if it isn't necessary, I have no choice. "B U T! I think, I recognize that bag... Where's the owner?" I stated with a bloodthirsty eyes.
The blonde guy draws his pistol
I went off to the direction of the scream, on the way I checked the P22's bullet, 4 shots left, I wish I wouldn't need to use this... then I saw a guy with a black hair and the girl I have been looking for!
"Hehehehe, you'll have a good time with me!" the guy with the black hair while removing the girl's coat. "Please stop... Please I beg you... aahh!" The girl cried for help.
I couldn't hold myself any longer I charged towards him, pushing the guy away. "Run, get your things and get back to the airport" I whispered. "O-okay, I'll try to call for help once I get there" she replied.
I was tired, he has a blade, it was cold night, and more importantly... I am going to miss my flight! Mr. and Mrs. Dojima would kill me if I missed that flight, so I'll end it right here!
I tapped the girl's arm, she ran back to her luggage leaving me and the black haired guy behind. "You are such a fool! Do really think you can beat me? I had 2 years of combat training" the guy said. I smirked and replied "Wow! really? I had 7!" I dashed towards him and tried to land punch, but he had a knife. It made me dodge right after the punch. "You hit like a b*tch!" he called out. "Well wanna try that again?" I stated. He rushed towards me, aiming the knife towards my heart!
I grabbed his wrist, resisting and giving me a little hard time, he did some combat training I'll give him that... I love to keep this up, but I don't have much time in my hands. My phone started alarming, guess that's my cue... I striked his throat with my right hands, and kick his groin to weaken him. I pulled out the P22 and aimed at his head. "Please don't kill me..." he begged and I lowered my gun. "Wa-wait I recognize you... you were that little demon from five years ago, oh how you have grown!" he said. "I don't have time for this..." I told him He shouted "Huahahaha the little demon gone soft!". I quickly draw my gun and popped his head, "I told you I don't have time for this". I grabbed my phone and called the "Old Devil", "Hey... Mr. Dojima, it's me I need to dispose 2 bodies quick... yeah yeah I'll be in time with my flight, Uh... I need a new backpack with clothes too if you could get me some, Okay I'll wait 10 minutes, bye". From the cloth in my backpack, I wrapped the P22 with the cloth, and dropped it near the body with the backpack.
10 minutes passed, a black van with the clean up crew arrived. I greeted "Hi Old Devil! They pointed a gun at me earlier, so I had to lure them out of civilians' sight". He waved and said "That's enough, here take this bike, this bag and get a move on!". I said my thanks and rode off. "Huh, that boy always leaves a mess..." Mr. Dojima said. It gave me a smile, knowing that Mr. Dojima will always have my back.
I never knew what happened to the girl from the cafe, hope she's safe. I boarded the plane, and started looking for an vacant seat. There is an open seat right there, one is already seated. She looks kinda hot, with her trendy clothes and beautiful hair style, she fits perfectly with the window seat. So I guess, I'll take the one in the middle, and who ever comes right after me, can take the aisle seat. Okay, I'll be taking my seat now, "Sorry, that seat is already taken!" the girl stated. "Eh? I am sorry, but by who?" I asked. "By her of course!" she replied pointing behind me. I looked behind...
and...
it's her...