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Her Voice
Title: Her Voice
Genre: Romance, School Life
Pairings: Yusuke Yamamoto/Erika Toda
Rating: Rated K
Summary: Hiroki Li hears Mieko Kihara’s voice by coincidence one week before his graduation and when he would leave the county. Yet he couldn't help but fall in love with it. To hear her voice again he has to help her...
Starring:
Yusuke Yamamoto as Hiroki Li
Erika Toda as Meiko Kihara
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I would like to thank Leemyis @ LeeMi's Graphic Request Shop for her amazing Poster and Banner!
I would like to thank Leemyis @ LeeMi's Graphic Request Shop for her amazing Poster and Banner!
I fell in love for the first time. I couldn't see her but I could hear her. Her angelic voice that sent chills down my spine. It had so much warmth in it that I was feeling the heat travel around my body. The sensual voice was making my body shake in ecstasy. I’ve never heard such voice in my life - and I have met a lot of singers.
My name is Li, Hiroki Li. I’m half Chinese and half Japanese. Because my father is Chinese, hence I have taken his last name, my mother fought to choose my given name. Although my parents are happily married, they do tend to fight a lot because they were both stubborn, a trait that I have inherited, proudly I must say.
I took my father’s look while I took my mother’s personality as people tend to tell me. But I did take my mother’s straight jet-black hair and gray eyes. I was glad I didn't have the baby-face she had. I had the strong features from my father.
It’s my last week in Tokyo High School before I graduate and also my last week staying in Japan. My parents allowed me to study in Japan as that was my mother’s wish despite my father’s protest. I didn't mind. It was where I found my dream, to become a singer.
I was scouted when I was freshmen in High School. At first they only wanted my looks, wanted me to be a model and shoot a commercial. It was a pure coincidence that they heard my voice. We were celebrating my debut as a model in a karaoke place when they forced me to sing. When I had finished I saw their jaws hanging. It happened so fast because the next few minutes was a blur. My manager was on the phone with producers. Before I knew it, I became a singer.
I’m a small time singer at the moment. The world hasn’t recognised me yet but hopefully once I graduate and become full-time singer, they’d finally hear me.
I always thought my voice was so beautiful that no one could match it.
I was wrong.
Her voice, her angelic voice outmatched mine.
My feet were moving on its own because I did not command it to follow the voice. It must have been my heart. It was beating so fast that I thought it might pop out any second. My long legs were striding down the deserted corridor of the school building away from the music room where I spend most of my time to get away from herd of fans.
School had ended, most the students were either in the club activities or have gone home. I looked out the window as I walked. The sun was starting to set. Silhouettes were starting to appear longer, the corridor was becoming darker with the dim lights lightening up the place.
The voice was becoming clearer and louder. I was nearly close to seeing the girl who could make my heart skip a beat. I wanted to see her. I needed to see her.
Finally I found the classroom she was in. The door was ajar. The room was dark. I slid it open slowly, not wanting to startle her, not wanting to her stop. I knew she would be beautiful like her voice.
She sat on top of a desk next to the window. Her eyes were focused up at the sky. She had long brown wavy hair that flowed behind her to her waist. A short wavy bang was covering her forehead. I could barely see the colour of her eyes but I knew it was brown just like her hair. She wore the girls’ uniform for this school. Black plaited skirt and the sailor style white top with a navy blue bow.
She went to this school yet I’ve never met her. It couldn't be helped since I’m hardly at school and if I am I’m catching up with school work that I hardly have time for anything.
She wasn't in this world, if she was, she would have heard me enter the classroom and walk slowly towards her. It was when she had finished the song, she finally noticed me.
She stared at me. I could see the mixture of confusion and surprise in her brown orbs.
“Who are you?” she finally spoke, her voice still beautiful.
I was surprised. She did not know me? Everyone in school knew who I was. But here was the girl who was looking at me impassively wondering who I was.
“Hiroki Li.”
“Oh, the super star everyone talks about.”
So, she did know who I was. Yet I wasn't happy that she didn't seem thrilled to see me. If it was any other girl, they would have jumped on him after seeing him finally alone. “I’ve never seen you around.”
“I hardly come to school.”
“Oh. Why?” I asked curiously. I thought I was the only one who skipped school.
“I’m dying.”
I froze momentarily until she burst out laughing. A blush rose to my cheeks. I became breathless. Her laughter was affecting me in a different way to her singing. I was having hard time breathing.
“Sorry,” she said in between her laughter.
“If you want me to forgive you, you have to tell me the real reason,” I slyly told her.
Her laughter died but she still kept a smile on her face. “I’m not dying but I am sick,” she admitted. “I’ve always had a weak heart ever since I was young.”
“I could never have known,” I truthfully said. “The way you sang, it sounded so lively.”
“Ah,” she blushed. It was so cute that was I holding myself back from pinching her cheeks. I don't think she’d like that. “I only secretly sing. You’re the first person who ever heard me. I bet I sounded horrible. After all, you’re the professional here.”
“No!” I quickly interjected, stopping her from feeling ashamed.
She frowned. “You’re not professional?”
I sighed. “No, I’m a professional. I meant no that you didn't sound horrible. In fact I nearly fell in love with your voice.”
She giggled. “With my voice only?”
I flushed. I couldn't believe I just blurted it out like that. At least I said ‘nearly’ or it would have been a bold confession to a total stranger. “You really have a beautiful voice.”
She blushed. “T-thanks.”
“Have you ever thought about singing as a profession?”
She shook her head, a little alarmed at the thought. “Nope. I could never sing in front of people.”
“You sang in front of me.”
“That’s because you were eavesdropping.”
I grinned. I liked the idea of being the first to listen to her. A sudden fear rushed through my mind. What if like me, everyone else falls in love with her voice? I wanted her voice all to myself. I’m selfish, I know. But I wanted to hear more, get close to her, and become a special person to her before I can allow her to be known to the world.
“So, can I hear another song?” I asked gingerly. I gave her my best puppy look that wins over almost everyone but my parents.
It seemed it didn't affect her either. She shook her head. A grin then appeared on her face. “It’s not for free.”
I raised a brow. “You want money?”
She laughed. “No. I need your body.”
I gasped and automatically wrapped my arms around me. “Y-you need what?”
Her laughter escalated. She had to hold her stomach as she was beginning to feel the pain in her stomach for laughing so hard. “You’re such a pervert!” she said once she calmed down. “I never meant your body like that.”
“Then how?”
“Well... as a first year, I’m in charge of organising the graduation party for the seniors,” she explained. “Because I’m never at school, my classmates voted that as a punishment I have to take care of it.”
“That’s a little harsh,” I exclaimed in disbelief.
“I don't blame them,” she grimly told me. Her eyes looked saddened and fell down on her lap. “I don't be involved with anything that they can’t get close to me. If anyone is to blame, it’s me.”
“But it’s not your fault!” I protested. “You can’t help but be absent. I hate this! I’m always absent! Why don't they treat me like this?”
“Because you’re a superstar,” she replied, feeling a little happy that I was defending her.
A thought suddenly occurred in my mind. I had no idea what her name was. I repeated it out loud. She was laughing again.
“It’s Mieko Kihara,” she said.
I liked that name. Mieko suited her. Bright.
“Then Mieko, what do you want me to help you with?” I cast my best smile that made almost everyone starry-eye. I was a little upset that she didn't fall for my charm.
“Cool,” she jumped off the desk and looked at me, her face radiant under the ray of light. “Then sempai let me ask you, what do you wish to see in the party?”
I shrugged. Her face fell. I could tell that she was having hard time thinking of a theme. “I like fireworks,” I said hoping it would be helpful.
Her face brightened up once again. “That’s it!” she cried out. “We’ll have everyone outside in the school grounds,” her eyes were distance as if she was already imagining it in her head, “sitting on the sheets that would be spread around everywhere. We’ll put a stage up were there would be first years and second years showing their talents. At the end we’ll end it with the fireworks!”
The idea sounded appealing. I gave her thumbs up to her idea and she was squealing with happiness. The two of us began putting her idea’s in writing. By the time we finished it was dark, I had no idea that she had turned on the light half way through. I wanted to talk to her more but I couldn't let her stay behind any longer as her parents would start getting worried.
I had to wear a cap over my off-the-shoulder black hair that was tied up in a low pony. A gray scarf was wrapped around my neck despite the warm breeze that night. I just didn't want to be caught by any of my fans.
“We’ll carry on where we left off after school tomorrow,” she said as we walked out the school building. I had managed to coax her into allowing me to walk her home.
I didn't want to meet her only after school. I was acting selfish again but I didn't have time. I was leaving in a week and God had chosen today for me to meet her after going to the same school for a year.
“How about we meet first thing in the morning?” I suggested. I held my breath fearing she would be against it.
“I’m glad you said that,” she admitted. “I’ve only got a week and I wanted your help as much as I can. Let’s meet one hour before school starts.”
“Where do you want to meet?”
“In the classroom?”
I shook my head. I didn't want to be disturbed by anyone when students decide to come in school early. “How about we meet in the music room?”
“Okay.”
My thoughts went back to her singing. “Hey, so after school, you’re going to sing for me again?”
She frowned. “I thought once the graduation party was over, I’d sing for you then.”
I was never a greedy person. Not until I met her. “That’s not fair. I’ll be helping you every day. So, you have to sing for me at the end of the day.”
She pouted. It made me laugh out loud. “Fine,” she groaned. I got the feeling that she wasn't upset as she appeared to be.
~*~**~***~**~*~
It became a routine for Mieko and me to meet first thing in the morning, during lunch hour and after school. And at the end of the day, true to her promise, she would always sing to me. Her singing would always make me fall in love with her all over again. She had no idea how intoxicating her voice was to me.
Although we met to organise the party, we’d always end up talking about ourselves. I found out that she was an only child and her parents were overprotective of her due to her sickness. At first she kept her stories to a minimum. Then she began telling me stories about her childhood. She told me she didn't know what she wanted to do in the future but she pointed out she had two more years until graduation to think about it.
I also shared my stories with her. I told her about my parents. How I was an only child as well and also spoilt rotten. I told her how I became a singer and how I wish to be more famous which she rooted for me.
That week I didn't have to worry about anything. I have finished my contact with my agency and have already signed up for one in Shangai. Exams were over. And my friends? Well they were disappointed that they couldn't spend much time with me as well as my fans. I lied and said I needed to have quiet time to compose a song. I didn't care. Although I’d miss them, I rather spend time with the girl I fell in love with.
Every night I dreaded my graduation day. It reminded me of the day I would have to leave. It reminded me of how I would never see Mieko again. I wished I didn't have a duel heritage, just plain Japanese. Then I wouldn't be running from one country to another. I would have still been able to see her.
“I still can’t believe you’re graduating tomorrow!” she brought up the subject after school, our last day together, once she finished singing. “I really wish we met earlier. I had no idea you were such a good company before. Had I known, I wouldn’t have waited until now to befriend you.”
I always wish that every second that passes by. “Really? So you became a fan of mines?”
I saw her eyes widen slightly and I knew that she still hadn't heard any of my songs. I knew she knew I guessed her thoughts. “I’m sorry,” she apologised sincerely. “I’ll listen to it tonight.”
“Forget it,” I said. “There can only be one fan club. And I’m already a fan of yours.”
She giggled. “I can’t believe you like my voice. I had no idea it was this good for a superstar like you to be a fan.”
I grinned. “Just be honoured that a superstar like me is a fan.”
“I am!” she exclaimed.”I’ll really miss you,” she suddenly confessed, feeling saddened. “You’re the first friend that I made. I don't know when was the last time I had this much fun.”
“I’ll miss you too,” I whispered. More than she could imagine. “But look at the bright side, it’s not like you could forget me,” I pointed out, conceitedly. “I’ll be famous, remember. Even from all the way from Shangai, I’ll still shine here, where I started.”
“What if you don't?” she blurted out.
This girl, I thought with a sigh. Did she really not hear me sing? “If I don't, I’ll return.”
She was back to her bright self. “Okay! But when you return you have to promise to look me up!”
“It’s a promise then!”
It was the first of our promises together. We made another the next day...
The graduation day went smoothly yet in a blur. By the time I realised what was happening, all the seniors were seated outside in the school grounds just like how Mieko and I had planned. A smile crept on the corner of my mouth as no one had found out about our secret meeting.
One of the reasons I wanted it to be kept quiet - apart from the idea of wanting to be our little secret - was because I knew my fans. I knew what they were capable of. I didn't want Mieko to have a hard time just because we hung out together. She was already being shunned by her classmates that adding the whole school to shun her, was something he really didn't want. Not when he wouldn't be there to protect her.
Just like we had organised, the freshmen and sophomores were up on the stage showing their talents. Most of them were hilarious. It was funny how half of them thought they could sing. In fact none of them could.
I missed Mieko’s singing already. Just thinking how I wouldn't hear it again, broke my heart.
Just as I was thinking of her, she appeared in front of me. Actually, on the stage. She was nervous, I could see. After spending a week with her I was able to tell all her traits. She twirled a lock of her wavy hair every time she was nervous.
“Urm...” she cleared her throat. Her eyes travelled through the crowd until it landed on me. A weak smile appeared on her face. “This is my last song for you.”
Music started to play. I couldn't tear my gaze off her. She looked more beautiful than ever. Her intoxicating voice was vibrating through my body. I could see the shocked expression on everyone’s face from the corner of my eyes. They were all enjoying her singing, first person to be really good from the whole students that went up.
I chose to ignore the jealousy that was stirring in the pit of my stomach. Instead, I enjoyed the last song she would ever sing to me.
Once she had finished, she jumped off the stage in a hurry, not even staying for the clapping and whistling she was receiving. My gaze stayed on her until she disappeared behind the stage.
“Wow,” I heard my friend beside me let out a breath of air. “I had no idea there was a girl like her in our school. What a shame that we won’t see her again.”
Although he was my friend, I wanted to kill him. I didn't want anyone else to have her but myself. I quickly excused myself and rushed to search for her. She wasn't behind the stage any longer. When I asked a student where she might be, telling her I wanted to thank her for throwing the party and overthrow her from suspecting anything, she said that Mieko had gone inside the school.
I first ran to her classroom only to find it empty. After trying few other places I decided to check the music room. She was there, slumped down on a chair, with her face on her hands. I could see her shaking.
“Mieko?” I called out.
She looked up. I was taken aback. She was crying.
“Were you that scared up there that you’re now crying?” I teased lightly, making my way to her. I leaned my back on the back of a chair and bent down to cower over her. “You’re such a cry-baby.”
“Am not!” she cried out, her tears subsided. “And I’m not crying because I was on the stage.”
I frowned. “Why are you crying then?”
“Because even though I shouldn’t cry, I still can’t stop every time I think of how I’ll never see you again.”
I sighed. I was happy inwardly though. I couldn’t believe my luck. I didn't care that her tears were for our friendship.
“Didn't I say that you won’t be able to miss me if you see me splashed in every advertisement,” I cockily. I wasn't certain of the future but I was determined to make it happen. “You’ll be able to hear me sing every time I release a song. That is if you start listening to them.”
She smiled. “I already ordered all your songs,” she announced. “It should be delivered today. So when I get home I’ll listen to it.”
I smiled back. “That’s good to hear.”
“Although I won’t be able to forget you,” her mood became down again. One thing I liked about her was her mood swings constantly changed. “You’ll probably forget me.” She pouted.
I wanted to kiss her but I thought that would be inappropriate. She didn't like me like that. “I won’t. Trust me.”
She didn't seem convinced. “You’ll be too busy being famous that you’ll forget about little me.”
I chuckled. “Don’t worry. Even if I’m busy, every time I hear a song I’ll always remember you. Also,” I paused and fished out my iPod from my jacket pocket and held it out for her to see. “I recorded every time you sang,” I admitted. I had been hoping to keep it a secret from her. “It’s unfortunate I couldn't record you singing up at the stage.”
When I finished, I saw how her jaws hung low in shock. She really had no idea that I had been recording. “Oh my God! You’re so sly!”
I shrugged. “I told you I nearly fell in love with your voice.”
I became a little alarmed when she suddenly stood up making me stumbled. Seeing me losing control and nearly falling, she grabbed me and held me up. My six foot two height made her look short although she was average at the height of five foot seven inches. I unconsciously took in the scent of her hair causing me a little light headed and was glad that she was holding me up or I really would have fallen.
I finally managed to control myself and pull myself together. I pulled back and stepped back. She stared at me with those brown orbs.
“When we meet again, I’ll sing for you again,” she promised me. “And that time I’ll make sure you fall for me.”
My eyes widened. She couldn't mean that she liked me too? There were never any signs. But seeing the sadness in her eyes, I got the feeling she wasn't going to share her feelings with me. I knew why. It was also the same reason why I wasn't saying it.
I was leaving.
I cast my best smile and this time making her blush. “You better make me!” I ordered lightly.
The room was filled with silence suddenly. Before either of us could speak, the sky lit up with bonfire. We had forgotten about the fireworks. We ran to the windows and stared up.
“Wow,” she whispered.
I turned to face her and saw the bright smile on her face. I wish I could capture the moment. I then remembered I still had my iPod on me. Trying to make it without getting caught I recorded this moment.
A small gasp escaped me when I felt her hands on mines. I stared at her but she refused to look at me. Placing the iPod back into my pocket, I placed my spare hand now under her chin and forced her to look at me. She was shy. I was feeling shy as well. It only lasted a few seconds because I soon gave into my temptation.
I bent down and gave her a chaste kiss.
It didn't last long. We were interrupted by the sound of students looking for me. I had to leave the classroom before they found me with her.
“Goodbye,” I whispered.
“Goodbye,” she breathlessly whispered back, still a little dazed by the kiss just like me.
I forced my feet to walk. I had to tear myself from looking at her. I had to ignore my heart that was hurting already from the thought of leaving.
I will never forget her. I probably would never stop loving her, my first love.
My name is Li, Hiroki Li. I’m half Chinese and half Japanese. Because my father is Chinese, hence I have taken his last name, my mother fought to choose my given name. Although my parents are happily married, they do tend to fight a lot because they were both stubborn, a trait that I have inherited, proudly I must say.
I took my father’s look while I took my mother’s personality as people tend to tell me. But I did take my mother’s straight jet-black hair and gray eyes. I was glad I didn't have the baby-face she had. I had the strong features from my father.
It’s my last week in Tokyo High School before I graduate and also my last week staying in Japan. My parents allowed me to study in Japan as that was my mother’s wish despite my father’s protest. I didn't mind. It was where I found my dream, to become a singer.
I was scouted when I was freshmen in High School. At first they only wanted my looks, wanted me to be a model and shoot a commercial. It was a pure coincidence that they heard my voice. We were celebrating my debut as a model in a karaoke place when they forced me to sing. When I had finished I saw their jaws hanging. It happened so fast because the next few minutes was a blur. My manager was on the phone with producers. Before I knew it, I became a singer.
I’m a small time singer at the moment. The world hasn’t recognised me yet but hopefully once I graduate and become full-time singer, they’d finally hear me.
I always thought my voice was so beautiful that no one could match it.
I was wrong.
Her voice, her angelic voice outmatched mine.
My feet were moving on its own because I did not command it to follow the voice. It must have been my heart. It was beating so fast that I thought it might pop out any second. My long legs were striding down the deserted corridor of the school building away from the music room where I spend most of my time to get away from herd of fans.
School had ended, most the students were either in the club activities or have gone home. I looked out the window as I walked. The sun was starting to set. Silhouettes were starting to appear longer, the corridor was becoming darker with the dim lights lightening up the place.
The voice was becoming clearer and louder. I was nearly close to seeing the girl who could make my heart skip a beat. I wanted to see her. I needed to see her.
Finally I found the classroom she was in. The door was ajar. The room was dark. I slid it open slowly, not wanting to startle her, not wanting to her stop. I knew she would be beautiful like her voice.
She sat on top of a desk next to the window. Her eyes were focused up at the sky. She had long brown wavy hair that flowed behind her to her waist. A short wavy bang was covering her forehead. I could barely see the colour of her eyes but I knew it was brown just like her hair. She wore the girls’ uniform for this school. Black plaited skirt and the sailor style white top with a navy blue bow.
She went to this school yet I’ve never met her. It couldn't be helped since I’m hardly at school and if I am I’m catching up with school work that I hardly have time for anything.
She wasn't in this world, if she was, she would have heard me enter the classroom and walk slowly towards her. It was when she had finished the song, she finally noticed me.
She stared at me. I could see the mixture of confusion and surprise in her brown orbs.
“Who are you?” she finally spoke, her voice still beautiful.
I was surprised. She did not know me? Everyone in school knew who I was. But here was the girl who was looking at me impassively wondering who I was.
“Hiroki Li.”
“Oh, the super star everyone talks about.”
So, she did know who I was. Yet I wasn't happy that she didn't seem thrilled to see me. If it was any other girl, they would have jumped on him after seeing him finally alone. “I’ve never seen you around.”
“I hardly come to school.”
“Oh. Why?” I asked curiously. I thought I was the only one who skipped school.
“I’m dying.”
I froze momentarily until she burst out laughing. A blush rose to my cheeks. I became breathless. Her laughter was affecting me in a different way to her singing. I was having hard time breathing.
“Sorry,” she said in between her laughter.
“If you want me to forgive you, you have to tell me the real reason,” I slyly told her.
Her laughter died but she still kept a smile on her face. “I’m not dying but I am sick,” she admitted. “I’ve always had a weak heart ever since I was young.”
“I could never have known,” I truthfully said. “The way you sang, it sounded so lively.”
“Ah,” she blushed. It was so cute that was I holding myself back from pinching her cheeks. I don't think she’d like that. “I only secretly sing. You’re the first person who ever heard me. I bet I sounded horrible. After all, you’re the professional here.”
“No!” I quickly interjected, stopping her from feeling ashamed.
She frowned. “You’re not professional?”
I sighed. “No, I’m a professional. I meant no that you didn't sound horrible. In fact I nearly fell in love with your voice.”
She giggled. “With my voice only?”
I flushed. I couldn't believe I just blurted it out like that. At least I said ‘nearly’ or it would have been a bold confession to a total stranger. “You really have a beautiful voice.”
She blushed. “T-thanks.”
“Have you ever thought about singing as a profession?”
She shook her head, a little alarmed at the thought. “Nope. I could never sing in front of people.”
“You sang in front of me.”
“That’s because you were eavesdropping.”
I grinned. I liked the idea of being the first to listen to her. A sudden fear rushed through my mind. What if like me, everyone else falls in love with her voice? I wanted her voice all to myself. I’m selfish, I know. But I wanted to hear more, get close to her, and become a special person to her before I can allow her to be known to the world.
“So, can I hear another song?” I asked gingerly. I gave her my best puppy look that wins over almost everyone but my parents.
It seemed it didn't affect her either. She shook her head. A grin then appeared on her face. “It’s not for free.”
I raised a brow. “You want money?”
She laughed. “No. I need your body.”
I gasped and automatically wrapped my arms around me. “Y-you need what?”
Her laughter escalated. She had to hold her stomach as she was beginning to feel the pain in her stomach for laughing so hard. “You’re such a pervert!” she said once she calmed down. “I never meant your body like that.”
“Then how?”
“Well... as a first year, I’m in charge of organising the graduation party for the seniors,” she explained. “Because I’m never at school, my classmates voted that as a punishment I have to take care of it.”
“That’s a little harsh,” I exclaimed in disbelief.
“I don't blame them,” she grimly told me. Her eyes looked saddened and fell down on her lap. “I don't be involved with anything that they can’t get close to me. If anyone is to blame, it’s me.”
“But it’s not your fault!” I protested. “You can’t help but be absent. I hate this! I’m always absent! Why don't they treat me like this?”
“Because you’re a superstar,” she replied, feeling a little happy that I was defending her.
A thought suddenly occurred in my mind. I had no idea what her name was. I repeated it out loud. She was laughing again.
“It’s Mieko Kihara,” she said.
I liked that name. Mieko suited her. Bright.
“Then Mieko, what do you want me to help you with?” I cast my best smile that made almost everyone starry-eye. I was a little upset that she didn't fall for my charm.
“Cool,” she jumped off the desk and looked at me, her face radiant under the ray of light. “Then sempai let me ask you, what do you wish to see in the party?”
I shrugged. Her face fell. I could tell that she was having hard time thinking of a theme. “I like fireworks,” I said hoping it would be helpful.
Her face brightened up once again. “That’s it!” she cried out. “We’ll have everyone outside in the school grounds,” her eyes were distance as if she was already imagining it in her head, “sitting on the sheets that would be spread around everywhere. We’ll put a stage up were there would be first years and second years showing their talents. At the end we’ll end it with the fireworks!”
The idea sounded appealing. I gave her thumbs up to her idea and she was squealing with happiness. The two of us began putting her idea’s in writing. By the time we finished it was dark, I had no idea that she had turned on the light half way through. I wanted to talk to her more but I couldn't let her stay behind any longer as her parents would start getting worried.
I had to wear a cap over my off-the-shoulder black hair that was tied up in a low pony. A gray scarf was wrapped around my neck despite the warm breeze that night. I just didn't want to be caught by any of my fans.
“We’ll carry on where we left off after school tomorrow,” she said as we walked out the school building. I had managed to coax her into allowing me to walk her home.
I didn't want to meet her only after school. I was acting selfish again but I didn't have time. I was leaving in a week and God had chosen today for me to meet her after going to the same school for a year.
“How about we meet first thing in the morning?” I suggested. I held my breath fearing she would be against it.
“I’m glad you said that,” she admitted. “I’ve only got a week and I wanted your help as much as I can. Let’s meet one hour before school starts.”
“Where do you want to meet?”
“In the classroom?”
I shook my head. I didn't want to be disturbed by anyone when students decide to come in school early. “How about we meet in the music room?”
“Okay.”
My thoughts went back to her singing. “Hey, so after school, you’re going to sing for me again?”
She frowned. “I thought once the graduation party was over, I’d sing for you then.”
I was never a greedy person. Not until I met her. “That’s not fair. I’ll be helping you every day. So, you have to sing for me at the end of the day.”
She pouted. It made me laugh out loud. “Fine,” she groaned. I got the feeling that she wasn't upset as she appeared to be.
~*~**~***~**~*~
It became a routine for Mieko and me to meet first thing in the morning, during lunch hour and after school. And at the end of the day, true to her promise, she would always sing to me. Her singing would always make me fall in love with her all over again. She had no idea how intoxicating her voice was to me.
Although we met to organise the party, we’d always end up talking about ourselves. I found out that she was an only child and her parents were overprotective of her due to her sickness. At first she kept her stories to a minimum. Then she began telling me stories about her childhood. She told me she didn't know what she wanted to do in the future but she pointed out she had two more years until graduation to think about it.
I also shared my stories with her. I told her about my parents. How I was an only child as well and also spoilt rotten. I told her how I became a singer and how I wish to be more famous which she rooted for me.
That week I didn't have to worry about anything. I have finished my contact with my agency and have already signed up for one in Shangai. Exams were over. And my friends? Well they were disappointed that they couldn't spend much time with me as well as my fans. I lied and said I needed to have quiet time to compose a song. I didn't care. Although I’d miss them, I rather spend time with the girl I fell in love with.
Every night I dreaded my graduation day. It reminded me of the day I would have to leave. It reminded me of how I would never see Mieko again. I wished I didn't have a duel heritage, just plain Japanese. Then I wouldn't be running from one country to another. I would have still been able to see her.
“I still can’t believe you’re graduating tomorrow!” she brought up the subject after school, our last day together, once she finished singing. “I really wish we met earlier. I had no idea you were such a good company before. Had I known, I wouldn’t have waited until now to befriend you.”
I always wish that every second that passes by. “Really? So you became a fan of mines?”
I saw her eyes widen slightly and I knew that she still hadn't heard any of my songs. I knew she knew I guessed her thoughts. “I’m sorry,” she apologised sincerely. “I’ll listen to it tonight.”
“Forget it,” I said. “There can only be one fan club. And I’m already a fan of yours.”
She giggled. “I can’t believe you like my voice. I had no idea it was this good for a superstar like you to be a fan.”
I grinned. “Just be honoured that a superstar like me is a fan.”
“I am!” she exclaimed.”I’ll really miss you,” she suddenly confessed, feeling saddened. “You’re the first friend that I made. I don't know when was the last time I had this much fun.”
“I’ll miss you too,” I whispered. More than she could imagine. “But look at the bright side, it’s not like you could forget me,” I pointed out, conceitedly. “I’ll be famous, remember. Even from all the way from Shangai, I’ll still shine here, where I started.”
“What if you don't?” she blurted out.
This girl, I thought with a sigh. Did she really not hear me sing? “If I don't, I’ll return.”
She was back to her bright self. “Okay! But when you return you have to promise to look me up!”
“It’s a promise then!”
It was the first of our promises together. We made another the next day...
The graduation day went smoothly yet in a blur. By the time I realised what was happening, all the seniors were seated outside in the school grounds just like how Mieko and I had planned. A smile crept on the corner of my mouth as no one had found out about our secret meeting.
One of the reasons I wanted it to be kept quiet - apart from the idea of wanting to be our little secret - was because I knew my fans. I knew what they were capable of. I didn't want Mieko to have a hard time just because we hung out together. She was already being shunned by her classmates that adding the whole school to shun her, was something he really didn't want. Not when he wouldn't be there to protect her.
Just like we had organised, the freshmen and sophomores were up on the stage showing their talents. Most of them were hilarious. It was funny how half of them thought they could sing. In fact none of them could.
I missed Mieko’s singing already. Just thinking how I wouldn't hear it again, broke my heart.
Just as I was thinking of her, she appeared in front of me. Actually, on the stage. She was nervous, I could see. After spending a week with her I was able to tell all her traits. She twirled a lock of her wavy hair every time she was nervous.
“Urm...” she cleared her throat. Her eyes travelled through the crowd until it landed on me. A weak smile appeared on her face. “This is my last song for you.”
Music started to play. I couldn't tear my gaze off her. She looked more beautiful than ever. Her intoxicating voice was vibrating through my body. I could see the shocked expression on everyone’s face from the corner of my eyes. They were all enjoying her singing, first person to be really good from the whole students that went up.
I chose to ignore the jealousy that was stirring in the pit of my stomach. Instead, I enjoyed the last song she would ever sing to me.
Once she had finished, she jumped off the stage in a hurry, not even staying for the clapping and whistling she was receiving. My gaze stayed on her until she disappeared behind the stage.
“Wow,” I heard my friend beside me let out a breath of air. “I had no idea there was a girl like her in our school. What a shame that we won’t see her again.”
Although he was my friend, I wanted to kill him. I didn't want anyone else to have her but myself. I quickly excused myself and rushed to search for her. She wasn't behind the stage any longer. When I asked a student where she might be, telling her I wanted to thank her for throwing the party and overthrow her from suspecting anything, she said that Mieko had gone inside the school.
I first ran to her classroom only to find it empty. After trying few other places I decided to check the music room. She was there, slumped down on a chair, with her face on her hands. I could see her shaking.
“Mieko?” I called out.
She looked up. I was taken aback. She was crying.
“Were you that scared up there that you’re now crying?” I teased lightly, making my way to her. I leaned my back on the back of a chair and bent down to cower over her. “You’re such a cry-baby.”
“Am not!” she cried out, her tears subsided. “And I’m not crying because I was on the stage.”
I frowned. “Why are you crying then?”
“Because even though I shouldn’t cry, I still can’t stop every time I think of how I’ll never see you again.”
I sighed. I was happy inwardly though. I couldn’t believe my luck. I didn't care that her tears were for our friendship.
“Didn't I say that you won’t be able to miss me if you see me splashed in every advertisement,” I cockily. I wasn't certain of the future but I was determined to make it happen. “You’ll be able to hear me sing every time I release a song. That is if you start listening to them.”
She smiled. “I already ordered all your songs,” she announced. “It should be delivered today. So when I get home I’ll listen to it.”
I smiled back. “That’s good to hear.”
“Although I won’t be able to forget you,” her mood became down again. One thing I liked about her was her mood swings constantly changed. “You’ll probably forget me.” She pouted.
I wanted to kiss her but I thought that would be inappropriate. She didn't like me like that. “I won’t. Trust me.”
She didn't seem convinced. “You’ll be too busy being famous that you’ll forget about little me.”
I chuckled. “Don’t worry. Even if I’m busy, every time I hear a song I’ll always remember you. Also,” I paused and fished out my iPod from my jacket pocket and held it out for her to see. “I recorded every time you sang,” I admitted. I had been hoping to keep it a secret from her. “It’s unfortunate I couldn't record you singing up at the stage.”
When I finished, I saw how her jaws hung low in shock. She really had no idea that I had been recording. “Oh my God! You’re so sly!”
I shrugged. “I told you I nearly fell in love with your voice.”
I became a little alarmed when she suddenly stood up making me stumbled. Seeing me losing control and nearly falling, she grabbed me and held me up. My six foot two height made her look short although she was average at the height of five foot seven inches. I unconsciously took in the scent of her hair causing me a little light headed and was glad that she was holding me up or I really would have fallen.
I finally managed to control myself and pull myself together. I pulled back and stepped back. She stared at me with those brown orbs.
“When we meet again, I’ll sing for you again,” she promised me. “And that time I’ll make sure you fall for me.”
My eyes widened. She couldn't mean that she liked me too? There were never any signs. But seeing the sadness in her eyes, I got the feeling she wasn't going to share her feelings with me. I knew why. It was also the same reason why I wasn't saying it.
I was leaving.
I cast my best smile and this time making her blush. “You better make me!” I ordered lightly.
The room was filled with silence suddenly. Before either of us could speak, the sky lit up with bonfire. We had forgotten about the fireworks. We ran to the windows and stared up.
“Wow,” she whispered.
I turned to face her and saw the bright smile on her face. I wish I could capture the moment. I then remembered I still had my iPod on me. Trying to make it without getting caught I recorded this moment.
A small gasp escaped me when I felt her hands on mines. I stared at her but she refused to look at me. Placing the iPod back into my pocket, I placed my spare hand now under her chin and forced her to look at me. She was shy. I was feeling shy as well. It only lasted a few seconds because I soon gave into my temptation.
I bent down and gave her a chaste kiss.
It didn't last long. We were interrupted by the sound of students looking for me. I had to leave the classroom before they found me with her.
“Goodbye,” I whispered.
“Goodbye,” she breathlessly whispered back, still a little dazed by the kiss just like me.
I forced my feet to walk. I had to tear myself from looking at her. I had to ignore my heart that was hurting already from the thought of leaving.
I will never forget her. I probably would never stop loving her, my first love.
Labels: fanfic
DATE:Monday 28 November 2011
TIME:{14:06 }
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