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Title: Akai Ito
Chapter: Prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Sentimental
Pairing: Sakurai Sho x OC / Masaki Aiba x OC
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: With my writing, published without any purpose for profit, I will not give true representation of the character of this person, nor offend her in any way
Synopsis: A thread that binds us to the person we are intended: no matter the time or will have to go the distances that separate us. But if this person was right in front of us and we fail to recognize it? If we consider it not worth much to dislike even look? And if we had found and we were reeling in doubt? And again, what does it say that we have not already lost?
NOTES
And I like this chapter? Hahaha legitimate question after my complaints (on myself) over the last chapters. I think so. Part of me accuses me for having another chapter static (ohddio in fact there are two twists: static ... I seem to balls is a chapter not static for me then? One in which all run? O_o I do not understand!), But a good part of me likes this part. Kokoro ... is the first time I write something from the perspective of this girl, who is the co-star of "Ame", but the acting is only told from the POV of Aiba and you do not know nothing, nothing, nothing. .. if not what he says and gestures to make, but always seen and interpreted through the eyes of Aiba.
the eyes of those who love us we are almost perfect at first, but yes Kokoro is a good and beautiful girl, but much less perfect than you think Aiba, than there is in Latin appeared. I do not like the characters perfect for I love them because I always try to give them more or less serious defects because, if I love the realism in the environment, I also apply to make these characters: the perfect are not real, detailed with lights and shadows are better already . Examples? Venero Aiba, but also portray the whimsical, one that is imposed on people but in a very "sweet", one who sometimes think too much or too little, or not sufficiently determined in what he says or does. I love Sho, but under his safety there is a lot of personal insecurity, is a bit 'cocky with himself, and often leads to the domination by the emotions without reasoning much (in fact his main character for me, since I thought the character "sho" in Zakuro: emotion, passion).
But if it is a complex task to defect to their bieniamini can be complex when people give them to non-existent? To imagine characters from scratch. Usually I try to think in the round, maybe I start to think about the story as I want to start and then serve me to behave like the character, but then I think everything: name, birth, character tics, characteristics, do not leave anything to chance. So Erin's personal complexes affect on their appearance often resulting in her lack of confidence in itself, resignation in his attitude, e.. Well also the problem of being distracted, forget, stop too, always combine some of them wrong.
Oh heck .. sorry ... everyone is pappardelle (aaargh) to say that Kokoro had seemed too perfect perhaps in Latin, and "destroy" his image here was not easy. No "destroy" not good ... change even ... maybe it's better to say, her thick, giving it a perspective and depth.
You may have noticed that my OC women are often very strong women, with problems and defects, but brave and strong base. I do not like people whiners, spoiled or too insecure, nerves and make me say "so fuck! Feeling sorry for himself and that I care about me? ". But I can not even make all people equal, then Kokoro is strong because he has a passion, working and studying his work with confidence in his dream, he lives alone, has moved away from the family with courage, but ... she is a gentle person. Not that delicate that gets on my nerves or I would not like, but the image of the "girl next door" was fine with the idea of delicacy. And so it came out a girl who took my courage in both hands by accepting an unhappy relationship, but before the immediate and complete failure, instead of reacting, run. Delicate, fragile, is terrified of being too bad, then just wants to move away from Aiba his life for not having to think about more: The eye does not see ...
am the first to say "what the hell are you doing? Actually he has betrayed you and you do not know .. but if you're sure you did it instead of running away from a kick in the balls and tell him he is an asshole ", but not so Kokoro: mochi is that if you crush it between two fingers is deformed and loses its beauty. Such a reaction is by Yun-seo is not it? XD
Ah the tears ... I'm doing an analysis useless that even you do not care ... maybe I just need to write down everything I had to mull to write this chapter. Oh no! That's why I had found the thread * * to explain to (you) because I like the chapter even if there are people running (?)! XD Because there was all this behind, because it is the affirmation of a character Kokoro-rounder, deeper and more developed. oh yeah ...
After this trip I write that yesterday morning I started to think about the story after chapter 20 (as some will remember, I thought the chapters with accuracy up to 20 and will close with that, ideally, the first part of the story) so I am pleased to assure you that ... still can not see the end of this ff °. ° (and all are desperate!)
Byez!
18. Sugarless Girl
He opened the oven door and moved away from one side to avoid the hot winds that would otherwise have vested in full. The kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly baked croissants that, very easily, since it invades the living room between the two rooms was Only a wall of woven bamboo. It was seven o'clock in the morning and the sun was struggling to shed light from behind the large clouds around the sky, but every now and then thinned out and warm rays coming through the window on the mat in the living room and coffee table. The atmosphere was quiet from outside is heard only a few cars every now and then go silent, but for the rest of the sounds were all awake and far-subdued speeches are typical of the morning upon rising. Then she put on gloves to take the pan and move it carefully on the kitchen table. He observed the golden sweet and smiled to himself by putting his hands on his hips and gazed at them. He was distracted at that moment of contemplation the sound of footsteps and suddenly urletti who crossed the corridor outside the door. "Neesan!" Kokoro neesan! "Called loudly and then knock on the door of
" Behold, here I am, "said taking off the gloves and reaching the entry 'Hello Akito chan! Hello Ryo chan! "
" Hello! "Toothless smiled at the two boys 5 and 8 years. "Look! Feel that odorinoooo ... "said the first
" What have you done? "Asked the friend making forward and peering over the entrance
"Croissant, French pastries that I have learned while I was away," said the young girl, mistress of the "What kind of jam you want in?"
'Apricots! " , replied without thinking Akito and his friend, after a few seconds, nodded
"Okay, give me two minutes" she nodded with a broad smile on his face and left the door open back in the kitchen that looked out on ' entry, thus making communication possible between her and the two children. While asking them whether cos'avrebbero us at school that day with two sweet jam request, took two towels in colorful rice paper and we wrapped them up and then go back to the children and welcome them. "Be careful not to drop them down the road and eating plan that is still hot"
"Thank neesan," they cried in chorus, each taking its own sweet and then greeted with a loud voice as they walked towards the door of the apartment building and taking the road to school. The young man stood at the door and looked at them: as soon as they no longer looked at the expression on his face turned serious, with a slight sadness at the bottom of the eyes. "If one day you'll leave how will they be? "heard a voice ask from behind him. A boy with the typical black high school uniform was walking in the hallway, the stairs toward her. "I will teach the recipes to the mothers' she suggested, smiling, hiding the veil of sadness that had obscured his face just before. "Although, I must be honest, a bit 'I would prefer not to eat sweets for leave related to my memory. They are selfish, right? "He asked, shaking his head" I want one too? "
" Serving say no? You always have a portion for me, "pronounced the dry
" Did you cut your hair recently? You are right, "said the young man stretched out to touch the boy's hair short
" Do not touch them, "he said moving away" It took me hours to fix it with the gel "
" Oooh ... Makoto kun is growing, "he said laughing, not at all offended by that do unfriendly. Back into the house, "Orange, right?" Asked already opening the jar of jam
"But you can eat those things? I do not trust the German cuisine, "he said, slightly acid
'E' French scemotto" corrected him by placing a new piece of croissant "Where is your sister?"
"Mariko has caught a cold ' ; he said leaning against the jamb of the entrance of the apartment, looking annoyed, "It 's true that only fools fall ill in the summer"
"Here," he announced handing him her sweet' Now I prepare two and you bring him up. You're good at school '
"When going to stop treating me like a baby? You act with me as an old spinster with no children or grandchildren "
" Makoto kun "she sighed," I will do when he learns to behave like a mature young man rather than a child rude. Be careful what you say, one day I might offend, "he said with a smile, less happy, but more quietly. That made no reply, blushed, and mumbled something turning on his heel to leave. Kokoro, in turn, leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms looking at the guy who started with the step listless that was part of its new image of man hard. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm wrong something with him. I have always acted friendly, but it's a seventh grade student, a man in training ... I should put more distance between us? "he asked tilting his head toward the left shoulder," Maybe because I am aware that it is still so infatuated with me and not help him to understand that between us there can be nothing. Yet changing attitudes ... I'm so used to it! It 's a good guy and a younger brother ... a good friend all in all, compared with others is that with fewer years of difference even if they remain still thirteen "sighed running his hands on her apron," No, I should stop. Even last night I made a mistake "to himself and shook his head with a sigh broke away from the door and was about to fall: he had to fill two croissants for Marika chan, clothing and home and close the door before going to work. "Even though I found that I should have cried silent and not tell him anything but .... I was bad: Tales Of Aiba san although I sense his feelings for me. But there I did, I needed to vent somewhere way! "the flow of his thoughts, which were about to darken, was interrupted by the figure of Makoto who returned running in the yard 'Cause I just saw that guy down a car? he asked eyes wide. In his hand was still smoking half the brioche "Eh? Who? Asked disoriented Kokoro
"Your boyfriend," he explained twisting the nose
"What co ..." was about to retort when a movement behind him caught his attention for a few seconds . A nice guy at that time exceeded the garden gate, looking around with a slight smile on his thin lips. "Wow ..." she swore through clenched teeth, "Tell him ... tell him I'm not at home, "said the pupil then, alarmed, he flung himself into the apartment and locked the door double-locked. In those few seconds his heart began to beat wildly how good it was that man? Aiba Masaki
Kokoro had met by chance, because months before she moved in the same neighborhood of the house of his family and him, one day, had been sent by her mother to buy sweets at the store where she worked.
He opened the oven door and moved away from one side to avoid the hot winds that would otherwise have vested in full. The kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly baked croissants that, very easily, since it invades the living room between the two rooms was Only a wall of woven bamboo. It was seven o'clock in the morning and the sun was struggling to shed light from behind the large clouds around the sky, but every now and then thinned out and warm rays coming through the window on the mat in the living room and coffee table. The atmosphere was quiet from outside is heard only a few cars every now and then go silent, but for the rest of the sounds were all awake and far-subdued speeches are typical of the morning upon rising. Then she put on gloves to take the pan and move it carefully on the kitchen table. He observed the golden sweet and smiled to himself by putting his hands on his hips and gazed at them. He was distracted at that moment of contemplation the sound of footsteps and suddenly urletti who crossed the corridor outside the door. "Neesan!" Kokoro neesan! "Called loudly and then knock on the door of
" Behold, here I am, "said taking off the gloves and reaching the entry 'Hello Akito chan! Hello Ryo chan! "
" Hello! "Toothless smiled at the two boys 5 and 8 years. "Look! Feel that odorinoooo ... "said the first
" What have you done? "Asked the friend making forward and peering over the entrance
"Croissant, French pastries that I have learned while I was away," said the young girl, mistress of the "What kind of jam you want in?"
'Apricots! " , replied without thinking Akito and his friend, after a few seconds, nodded
"Okay, give me two minutes" she nodded with a broad smile on his face and left the door open back in the kitchen that looked out on ' entry, thus making communication possible between her and the two children. While asking them whether cos'avrebbero us at school that day with two sweet jam request, took two towels in colorful rice paper and we wrapped them up and then go back to the children and welcome them. "Be careful not to drop them down the road and eating plan that is still hot"
"Thank neesan," they cried in chorus, each taking its own sweet and then greeted with a loud voice as they walked towards the door of the apartment building and taking the road to school. The young man stood at the door and looked at them: as soon as they no longer looked at the expression on his face turned serious, with a slight sadness at the bottom of the eyes. "If one day you'll leave how will they be? "heard a voice ask from behind him. A boy with the typical black high school uniform was walking in the hallway, the stairs toward her. "I will teach the recipes to the mothers' she suggested, smiling, hiding the veil of sadness that had obscured his face just before. "Although, I must be honest, a bit 'I would prefer not to eat sweets for leave related to my memory. They are selfish, right? "He asked, shaking his head" I want one too? "
" Serving say no? You always have a portion for me, "pronounced the dry
" Did you cut your hair recently? You are right, "said the young man stretched out to touch the boy's hair short
" Do not touch them, "he said moving away" It took me hours to fix it with the gel "
" Oooh ... Makoto kun is growing, "he said laughing, not at all offended by that do unfriendly. Back into the house, "Orange, right?" Asked already opening the jar of jam
"But you can eat those things? I do not trust the German cuisine, "he said, slightly acid
'E' French scemotto" corrected him by placing a new piece of croissant "Where is your sister?"
"Mariko has caught a cold ' ; he said leaning against the jamb of the entrance of the apartment, looking annoyed, "It 's true that only fools fall ill in the summer"
"Here," he announced handing him her sweet' Now I prepare two and you bring him up. You're good at school '
"When going to stop treating me like a baby? You act with me as an old spinster with no children or grandchildren "
" Makoto kun "she sighed," I will do when he learns to behave like a mature young man rather than a child rude. Be careful what you say, one day I might offend, "he said with a smile, less happy, but more quietly. That made no reply, blushed, and mumbled something turning on his heel to leave. Kokoro, in turn, leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms looking at the guy who started with the step listless that was part of its new image of man hard. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm wrong something with him. I have always acted friendly, but it's a seventh grade student, a man in training ... I should put more distance between us? "he asked tilting his head toward the left shoulder," Maybe because I am aware that it is still so infatuated with me and not help him to understand that between us there can be nothing. Yet changing attitudes ... I'm so used to it! It 's a good guy and a younger brother ... a good friend all in all, compared with others is that with fewer years of difference even if they remain still thirteen "sighed running his hands on her apron," No, I should stop. Even last night I made a mistake "to himself and shook his head with a sigh broke away from the door and was about to fall: he had to fill two croissants for Marika chan, clothing and home and close the door before going to work. "Even though I found that I should have cried silent and not tell him anything but .... I was bad: Tales Of Aiba san although I sense his feelings for me. But there I did, I needed to vent somewhere way! "the flow of his thoughts, which were about to darken, was interrupted by the figure of Makoto who returned running in the yard 'Cause I just saw that guy down a car? he asked eyes wide. In his hand was still smoking half the brioche "Eh? Who? Asked disoriented Kokoro
"Your boyfriend," he explained twisting the nose
"What co ..." was about to retort when a movement behind him caught his attention for a few seconds . A nice guy at that time exceeded the garden gate, looking around with a slight smile on his thin lips. "Wow ..." she swore through clenched teeth, "Tell him ... tell him I'm not at home, "said the pupil then, alarmed, he flung himself into the apartment and locked the door double-locked. In those few seconds his heart began to beat wildly how good it was that man? Aiba Masaki
Kokoro had met by chance, because months before she moved in the same neighborhood of the house of his family and him, one day, had been sent by her mother to buy sweets at the store where she worked.
"Welcome, How may I help you?"
"Um yeah ... here, we are staying with friends tonight and we wanted to bring something as a gift '
"Really?"
"It sounds so strange?"
"Eh? No, well ... young people not usually interested in this kind of sweet "
" For them to come and get me, but for my mother, "
" I understand. How many people? "
" Four
"You had in mind what take? "
" Honestly no, I did not have instructions. Could you advise me? "
" We want something stylish as they are adults gathered for dinner. It must be sweet to soften the seriousness of a dinner invitation, but not too much because usually people of a certain age prefer the delicate flavor. How about these? Want a taste? Customers can do it, "
" You is not it? "
" Yes I can, but I have to pay out of my pocket "
" As an employee you are not given the opportunity have a snack every now and then? "
" No, see, the lady must have some special power. I do not know how to do, but always knows the number of cakes on display. This reception, t. immediately if they eat a secret. How?
'E' ... is good "
" Sure? "
" Yes, yes ... I'm quite sure. I do not eat sweets often then I do not know how to describe the taste, but I assure you that "good" was ... was really "good" '*
"Um yeah ... here, we are staying with friends tonight and we wanted to bring something as a gift '
"Really?"
"It sounds so strange?"
"Eh? No, well ... young people not usually interested in this kind of sweet "
" For them to come and get me, but for my mother, "
" I understand. How many people? "
" Four
"You had in mind what take? "
" Honestly no, I did not have instructions. Could you advise me? "
" We want something stylish as they are adults gathered for dinner. It must be sweet to soften the seriousness of a dinner invitation, but not too much because usually people of a certain age prefer the delicate flavor. How about these? Want a taste? Customers can do it, "
" You is not it? "
" Yes I can, but I have to pay out of my pocket "
" As an employee you are not given the opportunity have a snack every now and then? "
" No, see, the lady must have some special power. I do not know how to do, but always knows the number of cakes on display. This reception, t. immediately if they eat a secret. How?
'E' ... is good "
" Sure? "
" Yes, yes ... I'm quite sure. I do not eat sweets often then I do not know how to describe the taste, but I assure you that "good" was ... was really "good" '*
At first she had not even acknowledged, when it The lady at the store had revealed who he was had been displaced, but she did not have a television, not listening and not looking so much contemporary music, even then did not recognize the handsome young man like Aiba Masaki, the famous pop group Arashi. Usually famous people, if you meet her, and once only, but surprisingly, after that first meeting, had crossed several times in that neighborhood, he was the first to kiss her, but after she got her Once the lead was gone. Disappeared. But by then it was too late: she was in love with him, Masaki's sweet, generous and kind that he had met in person, not the guy in the television or in magazines. Then, despite the silence between them lasted for months, and his declaration of bankruptcy, in some way everything was arranged: Kokoro had gone abroad that had become the girlfriend of Masaki Aiba.
What happened? While she was in France had not made me feel even per message: no email, no calls. She had been very busy with the course of pastry, of course, but returned to Japan was convinced wanted to make clear their relationship, talking calmly and not with the anxiety of a plane and fly to an airport that he could glean from a moment. His confidence, his dreams of intimacy with the boy he loved had broken within a few seconds of fantasies months, days of patience e speranza di rivederlo presto, distrutti da poche semplici parole.
Nel corridoio, in un primo momento, non ci furono rumori e pensò che Makoto si fosse avviato, così che lei non avrebbe sentito nessun discorso, invece non era così, anzi, il ragazzo stava solo aspettando che il nuovo arrivato lo raggiungesse. «Oh! Buongiorno!» sentì infatti salutare da Masaki, quando varcò il portone del condominio
«Ciao» rispose Makoto, un po' svogliato
«Ti... ti ricordi me?» domandò l'altro, un po' titubante dalla voce «Mesi fa sono venuto dipi to help you ... "
" Yes, I remember you: Aiba Masaki. Hard to forget, is not it? "Asked acidity
" Oh yeah? I made so many disasters? "Masaki chuckled" I'm very sorry, but it was fun and the house is still as beautiful as freshly painted. " Kokoro, behind the door, he looked up to heaven "I do not really understand the irony of Makoto? Or if the slides on pretending nothing? "He thought to himself. "If you try Kokoro chan there, "interrupted the boy" And 'out just now to go to work, no time to waste doing stupid dances like you. " Aiba was silent for a few seconds. "Makoto! Dumb, you're exaggerating! But I think Aiba san not ever respond in kind to a boy of medium and even if he was injured ... oh but what do I care? I have not just discovered that in just twenty days I was betrayed by a colleague? "Shook his head, frowning, upset. 'It vexed, eh? "Asked the young idol, a little later. "No, furious" snorted one to himself. "You see a little 'you," replied the other hard, "I would be happier if you did not see any more. You would do everyone a favor "
" I understand ... Indeed, no, do not really understand much, but I'd rather she were to tell me "reflects Masaki" Find a way to have time to come back here when she is at home. Thank you very much, "said Masaki calm and felt it take a few steps, perhaps to flee but was stopped by the exclamation of the young man next neighbor
" Do not return. And 'better' uttered in a tone
hard "are the words of Kokoro, or are your hopes?" Aiba asked then, fortunately his tone was still quiet
play "Who cares?"
"The has, on ... uh ... "beard" Sorry, can not remember your name, "he admitted embarrassed
" Makoto Takahashi replied, taking a walk "Never mind, I did not expect someone like you if you remember '
" Makoto kun, I ... "
" Do not call by name, "said one
" Takahashi san, then. I hope that whatever happens between me and Kokoro have respect for her feelings and my work '
"What do you mean? I should not go around saying you were with her? I should not say that I like? "Asked annoyed. Kokoro bit his lower lip "The situation is complicated," looked at the ground to hold back the tears of quiet desperation. "Rest assured that I will not say anything that made you fall in love with a girl and then you have betrayed. As for my feelings, however, things are that do not concern you. Now disappear, this is not your home, "he concluded Makoto, then heard nothing from the passage: If you had said something in the garden she would not hear. "It 's just so, right? I was betrayed, what should I say? I had a beautiful illusion, close it now is better here "curled his lip and clenched eyelids feeling more tears appear in his eyes. He shook his head and not to fall prey to cry again, he devoted himself to a croissant for Mariko chan. "I knew it was all too good to be true. Who am I to draw the attention of a famous person like him? None ... and it has taken just a crush. It 'not enough for a time when we met and has already found another. I lived only an illusion ... a beautiful illusion, but fact remains that it is not reality. It was all in my head, between us, as unfounded, is not nothing ever happened, "he sighed, looking up from the sweet, pulling up the nose" That's why I do not want to see him and I just want to disappear from my life : Why I'm an idiot to think what I believed, as I've hoped for. How stupid! What a stupid I was! I am ashamed of myself. Yet there I thought well: I can fall in love with a man who is surrounded by beautiful women who see him more than me? It will be really for me a man? But I'm an idiot and I told myself that, yes, I could do it. Fool me to fall in love so desperately not to see the reality ... I just think if it is an anger at that stupid speech about Masaki and Chibi Chibi Kokoro: pathetic. " Between one thought and another, as he had tried, had ended with the same cry, though this time his outburst was smaller than the night before, he had met when Makoto, while the sobs shook from head to foot they were so strong. That morning was just a desperate cry, but more subdued and quiet, and perhaps for this reason, more gracious: it felt like a dog licking his wounds. Pathetic. Kokoro
rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes and shook his head, trying to recover. He dressed quickly and go to work when out of the apartment thirty minutes had passed since he no longer felt any noise in the hallway, and then she was sure there was not any more. His neighbor came out, dressed in a suit and tie, in his own time: they greeted with a smile and a nice day. From her eyes had not picked up any strange look, so it was likely that his eyes were not bloodshot. He climbed on the first floor to bring cakes for the sick child and she waved to start to work, driving away from his mind all the sad thoughts about this betrayal. With a deep breath, crossed the threshold of the door of the condominium sky blue and tried to force mentally to prepare for the first day of work after the trip, to be strong, to endure the pain until at least was not at home. "I would bet it," said his side as soon as he left the house. Kokoro looked around noting the only time a figure leaning against the wall of the building: Masaki had not gone away. He stood petrified: all the courage he had just begun to collect dissolved like snow in the sun, the figure of the tall young man, bathed in morning sun, was so breathtakingly beautiful. He was about to get back to cry, then turned his head suddenly and quickly decided to flee down the stairs to get away. "I can not stay here any longer. I can not, I can not, I can not "repeated, her eyes wide with terror before the intense emotions that were overwhelming: wonder, love for that sweet Boy, I hate for what he had done. "You can not leave like that," retorted that followed, grabbing his arm and toward you. Scared that he immediately wanted to hug her hands forward to keep him away, "Please leave me" could faintly peep
"I will not get you anything, Hanayaka san ..." said one, surprised, hurt in part probably: seemed to treat him as an aggressor!
"Let me go," he repeated, looking around in the yard, to avoid looking at him and just when you felt free from his grasp he steps back. "Sorry, I do not want to see you" said with sincerity, even if part of her was clearly contrary idea Essendon still in love with "Do not come back," he concluded. Afraid to answer any of its move as quickly as possible and turned to run away so fast that we just ran away from him was missing, as in the worst scenes of romantic movies.
was over like that? He swallowed so hard it almost hurt, but was too terrified to go back to crying in the street.
Since the end of July Until that day, the traditional sweet shop "Wagashi" ** Chiba had been closed for renovations. After years that the owner did not work, it was finally decided to fix all the little problems of the building to modernize the kitchen and treat the interior of the store that was a traditional environment and therefore requires much attention. Taking advantage of that break was temporary labor Kokoro match for a cooking course abroad. Once back he had frightened the kitchen was his environment and he feared that the work they had not changed much from ritrovarcisi more. Fortunately it did not. The oven was new and improved, the walls were repainted some new furniture and shelves for tools and ingredients, but the big wooden table center had not changed, the shelf next to the furnace was the same counter of carved stone that he found there from day one. He was still its habitat, only polished. What had changed was instead more of the store, part of the "public": the wood of the bar and had new wooden floors and beams and massive dark ceiling still smelled of the forest from which they were also the environment was shrunk a bit 'to make way for a small room from you, next. The lady had mentioned that project before starting work, she wanted to leave the management of the store and devote more customers, especially after the past three years that little corner of tradition had made a name in the city, in the pages of local newspapers in Tokyo and in the confectionery itself. They were not only loyal customers who were going to enjoy tea and cake in that little corner, but connoisseurs of the sector and journalists. He wanted to be a small angle solemn moment for any particular individuals or groups who want to organize something. And the lady he loved dealing with people, was friendly, nice and naughty when his age allowed her. Kokoro at the store, however, was a fresh young face, a good first impression for anyone unfamiliar with the confectionery sector, you look out for the first time.
Once through the threshold, the young came immediately to that environment so familiar, but with new and different. More light, perhaps. Without thinking too turned on the oven, placed some of the ingredients on a large table, pulled out the necessary utensils, bowls, lit the fires of the kitchen putting up some pots and then just stopped. Face a few steps back and watched the scene: the heat of the oven, the gentle sound of the fires lit, the meal that whitened the table and opened the ingredients. It was his size, was its small, precious and wonderful world. "How I miss you, "she sighed to herself, pressing her lips into a thin smile. It would be called to cry, but this time for happiness and emotion. That familiarity and warmth of the kitchen was nice that for years his comfort, commitment and focus on the dose, the proceedings were originally a way to get distracted by other thoughts of life, then she realized that the successes and failures in this , which created all in all he liked. And even then it would be so: his wounds would heal more quickly if the sweets they had not helped focalizzarcisi too.
"What you standing there? "asked the lady entered the kitchen and see the bus stop near the door to the rear, to cover most of the space where she worked. "When we close for lunch to teach me to use the new burners? The coach has tried it? But he spoke too difficult, an old woman like me needs simple explanations "he chuckled, shaking his head
" Yes, I will "Kokoro said, bowing slightly," Ah, there's already someone! " then exclaimed, feeling the Furin *** hanging on the door jingled
"Go then on," urged the woman smiling at the old, in the same way they would a grandmother with her granddaughter
"Can I really?" He asked opening his eyes wide "I am the first customers since we closed for works'
"The shop is your responsibility, then you honor" stress approaching the pots, a sign that she would keep an eye on the preparation. The girl ran her hands on her apron, then he took it off quickly, took the jacket of the uniform shop and the slightly worn over the linen shirt under her. Even the clothes for the new store had changed: he always wore a tight skirt around the legs, knee-length, but the jacket he now turned to the model of Japanese kimono: V-neck, long sleeves and closed by a thin belt that was remember a simple obi. "Welcome," greeted politely with a smile on your face
"Buongior ... 'hailed from the front at the counter looked up from the glass case on display with some sweet" Oh! You? "Asked the woman when he saw her. Kokoro was petrified, for the second time in a few hours, recognizing the customer, the young man red hair that had gone to the airport. The same with that Aiba had betrayed her. "One after another, it seems my lucky day," he thought as he bowed politely discouraged. Even the red bowed, recovering from his last exclamation, a bit 'sharp. "Hello," greeted a second girl, who until then had been crouching on the ground to watch the sweet spot further down in the window of the bar. Visually it was clearly the first to look foreign, but his Japanese was perfect, and the second, who was Asian in all respects, had a foreign accent, although not marked, still audible. "What can I do?" Kokoro said, approaching them, but remained on his side of the counter
"This place is yours?" Said Erina
surprise, "No, I have many responsibilities though there work only, "said shaking his head. He was so bewildered and panicked, but used to show a facade of courtesy to customers, which even she herself did not understand how he felt. "I call?" Asked
"Oh yes thank you, not to be rude, but we are here to talk about work e. .." explained that while his appears pointed his finger on the glass
"Eri chan, what I want," he said
"Okay, then let us prepare before you leave," he said, looking down on the cake indicated "Ying! But you had to choose the most expensive? "Complained
" You wanted to be forgiven? "Then he crossed his arms and the other" So what I want '
"I'll be right," said Kokoro before bowing and return to the kitchen . He called the lady who was explaining to the shop and taken the necessary to wrapping the sweet girl chosen by the unknown. When he returned to the shop to prepare the package listened to the speech. "Yes, of course I know who I am," said the old emotional 'It's an honor, what can I do for you? "
" You see, we are organizing a meeting with various figures important to the success of the project and it was recommended by someone to turn to you for the refreshments. Looking for support, before coming here, I did not find written anywhere that we cathering service, but ... "
" I guess it was the son of Aiba " nodded plan that "Although growth has remained a good boy" and Kokoro have had something to say on that point, but said nothing and continued its work in bringing the cake on a tray of food cart. "Precisely him," Erin nodded, "Would it be feasible? I realize that has your name on trust and it was a nice gesture, but the service required is serious and we must ask if you can not offer me anywhere else "
" We can do it, "said the lady, without thinking too much. Kokoro saw her look down on you, quickly, but not returned, continuing to bend the cardboard to create a makeshift cage around the cake, before packing, so that the paper did not touch him and spoil the decoration. "We do not make us cathering, but I know the environment. We will provide the material and they'll handle everything. To you all right? "Asked the old
" Surely now, "replied firmly on the red" I leave the sheets with the job description, even if he wants to send an electronic copy of 'letting a folder headed explained the agency in the papers of the proposal
'Te do you deal with that? "asked the lady to his assistant who artfully folded rice paper painted red by a package by joining corners without using any adhesive tape" Well, "announced seeing her nod in silence ' I'll look at these papers, I find the contacts I suppose, "
" There is everything, do not hesitate to contact us "Erin nodded polite. The young shop squinted his face. "It 's unusual, admittedly. Was it the allure of the exotic? It 's impossible not to notice with that hair ... prefer foreign words? "he asked to come back to look at the package when the other was aware of his gaze and smiled back. He'd smile, quiet. "Can not Masaki has never even spoken to me?" He asked to note as you continue to treat it normally. At first she had wondered how this girl took her for a drive and had joked without the slightest sign of discomfort to talk to her, what was supposed to be the girlfriend of Aiba. Then she realized that it was plausible that the boy had not ever mentioned the commitment to each other.
The lady thanked him a thousand times for having considered and proposed to give them the cake they had asked, but Erin had insisted on paying, it seemed a thing between her and the friend who accompanied her. Then he withdrew the paper. Kokoro would have bet that the lady was in seventh heaven, he loved that kind of activity went solluchero whenever he could bring to the fore the traditional pastries and especially when he could do coming into contact with as many people to a reception. His contacts he had all his preparation for that!
Complete package, he announced the receipt and the price at the red. "You're lucky," he said this while handing the money "The person you work for seems really nice, it's a nice advantage '
" Thanks a lot, "she said while bowing gave her the rest. It was not even clear if he was thanking her for purchase or for the compliments made to his superior. "I was surprised," he added another, which does not seem at all discouraged by the coldness of its kind 'It was Aiba chan to suggest this place, but I did not think you work there. We know better than I had suggested on the first day. " Kokoro did not know if it was stronger than his desire to strangle or total amazement that he felt in relation to such phrases as provocative, but those with a candor that leaves little room for doubt: no, that woman did not know anything about her, and Masaki. "It remains to wonder what's going through his head at that boy," thought she, without words, "How the mind jumps in to offer a job that we would meet again after it has betrayed me? Erina sent to pick me alone hoping I realized it was over and she was the new one, but it did not work. He wrote me beautiful messages from him and convince him to go see with my own eyes their relationship, and then I understood. But what else do you want? He wants to humiliate instill so come to my house and, failing, sending her to create an occasion on which I can not get away? "she bit her lower lip.
"They are working here, you know? Let them do, "interjected the young unknown who accompanied him, after she had been in the shop incredulos by dropping moments of awkward silence. "Ah! Right ... I'm sorry, I'm always talking at random, "chuckled the red running a hand behind his head," Then wait for your news: good job, "he greeted her with a bent
" Good day "he joined the ' other, holding the cake that had requested
"Thanks for everything," said Kokoro bowing in turn. The comments came
chatter happily to each other, both wrapped in two light-colored suit, probably directed at their own offices. "I wonder if the foreign short-haired working with Masaki ... could be the next "he said, shaking hands with each other to make your knuckles white. "Hanayaka san?" Echoed recall. He turned, almost frightened, and saw the owner of a small silhouette in the doorway that opened onto the kitchen space behind the counter. "Yes," stammered trying to compose himself
"Something wrong?" he asked with a worried look, "Do not you like the new store or are you still with your head in France?" he asked. There was amusement in his voice, as he was a supporter of traditional sweets had taken it in turns to ride the trip to Europe, but it was clear that he had noticed something odd about her. "No, everything is beautiful here and I'm happy to be back 'thing, after all, was not a lie
" So what? You do not like the proposal we have done? "Insisted that
"Oh, no. Not what "shook his head, but it was not a very good liar, not with the owner, especially since she was a person of habit so that when something upsets the balance of his life and was immediately evident to the people knew her. "If I prefer to decline" that spoke with confidence and Kokoro was a strong temptation. "I'll have to refresh presential, I know ... indeed, I am sure. And of course there will be too: it would be naive to hope that it will be so busy you do not find a way to approach and say at least half a sentence. But can not stand not even that, I do not want to have anything to do with him. If you do not cut the bridges, at once, will be slower to recover, "he reasoned to himself, looking down," Ma .. it is clear that the lady keeps us so much. It 's a good news to begin after the restructuring, is a wonderful opportunity for the shop and she will enjoy so much. Is giving me so much, it's so good to me I can not remove its recreational opportunities, its small passions. I can not, no. " He sighed, and prepared his best smile, "I weighed I just felt the highest of the customers. We have raised the floor or have I grown? "He asked, walking on the parquet floor behind the counter
new 'E' higher," said another chuckle, "Now you're too big to grow again, Hanayaka san"
"Ah! The rice for mochi, "said Kokoro remembering one of the pots on the fire" Do not start by burning something on the first day, "laughed Mrs. passing to and fro in the kitchen
'It is impossible with you, you're too scrupulous, "retorted before the bell rang again and the shop greeted a customer. *
Retrieved from "最 中 Monaka" the first chapter of "Ame"
** Wagashi Japanese for "Japanese traditional sweets" (those who are against Yogashi West). The word is written in kanji 和 果子, but the name of the store is composed of the kanji 我 果子 which has the same reading, but the first kanji "wa" means "I", "myself." The shop name is then translated as "I my cakes (traditional). This kanji, however, in ancient times, it meant "you / you 'then you might as well read" your / your cakes (traditional) "***
Furin are the bells in summer wind, typical of Japan
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