A story about four girls, an unfortunate incident
and some concert tickets and the strains placed upon them.
...Random usage of some Japanese...
Setting in Tokyo, Japan.
Chapter Five
Ami sat, head resting on her hands at the edge of the baseball pitch. On such a bright and warm summer evening she had quite literally been dragged out by her big sister, Rika, to watch Rika play in the park. Ami had followed with a fixed scowl across her face. Her sister had reprimanded the blonde to ‘cheer up’ what with the weather being so lovely. Rika mused in wonderment at how anyone could be so moody with the sky that dusky evening blue colour. Ami, fed up after her day, forced a sarcastic smile then assumed the position she now occupied, watching her sister play with a thoroughly bored expression. A slight evening breeze had picked up, pleasant for the players but Ami merely drew her black cardigan further around her shoulders casting condescending glances at all who met her eye. Without warning her phone rang. Ami ignored it initially, then with a groan reached round to her bag producing a tiny silver mobile. She flipped up the lid
‘Moshi moshi’
Sakamoto Ryoko had returned home in a fury, she even yelled at a small boy on his bike who dared to cross her path during the walk home. She had stood, hands on hips in the hallway to announce her arrival.
‘Tadaimasu’ she yelled loudly.
Her brother poked his head around the door from the living room, eyeing his sister puzzled.
‘Okaerinasai Ryoko. O...’
Ryoko snorted in response, picked up her bag and marched swiftly up the stairs then closed her bedroom door with a slam. Her brother watched her actions even more puzzled, then shrugged and returned to his tv.
Ryoko moved restlessly around her room, sighing and muttering angrily to herself. She couldn’t sit still. Her house was on a slight hill so for a moment she sat watching the sun descend over the distant skyscrapers of Tokyo. Then she rose to her dressing table and nervously shifted about her various paraphernalia. From there she moved to her wardrobe and flipped frantically through rails of clothes. Then back to standing motionless, hands on hips. With a sudden action, the girl flung herself onto her bed burying her head deep into a frilly pink pillow until all that could be seen was a mass of cherry red hair. Ryoko opened her mouth and screamed petulantly into the pillow, duly followed by a wild thrashing of her legs against the pink duvet. As suddenly as she had screamed, the girl stopped to think. It was all Ainoura’s fault. And a little bit of Yochino’s. And Sawanoguchi’s. She lifted her head and glanced out at the fiery sky over the city then reached for the phone.
‘Moshi moshi’ Ami spoke without tone or emotion. The line was quiet and Ami felt her patience run out very quickly. After all, what was the point in calling if you didn’t speak? Ami sighed holding the phone slightly away from her ear, but not far enough to finally hear a voice from her phone.
‘This is not over yet Ainoura’
With a deeper sigh, Ami calmly ended the call.
Hitomi returned home much later that evening in higher spirits. She and Misaki had caught the train into the city, and then Misaki had first treated her at a wonderful ice cream parlour. The two had then perused the electronica of the Akihabara district as the evening crept up, and finally finished their time at a karaoke bar where Misaki had coerced a smile out of Hitomi with her poor impression of Amuro Namie’s ‘Can you Celebrate’. It was ironically apt and a little tongue-in-cheek from Misaki. The brunette had even walked her friend home.
‘Arigatou’ Hitomi thanked her at the door. ‘It may be all right after all’
‘Hai hai!’ Misaki nodded with furious movements of her head. She was still hyper. Hitomi smiled a dreamy response, in her tiredness her spirits fell a little but she managed to part from Misaki happily enough.
‘Oyasuminasai Misaki-chan. Stay genki, it’s why we all love you’
With that she attempted one last smile and closed the door.