Forgotten (Dreamy days in West Tokyo fanfic) [ON HOLD]

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Mitsuko's POV

"I wanna go to the cake shop." I say without a thought. Don't ask me why. Just a gut feeling.
"That's for your love of sweets." Miyuki remarked with a smile, I stick my tongue out.

"Okay," Ichigo said as he laid back onto the long sofa, "have fun!"
"Oh no sir you're not gonna lay around here nappin' while I work." I say and pull him up by the wrist, he pulled it away quickly and averted his eyes. My head tilt to the side, what?

"Going out of your way to spend more time being picked on by Ichigo. You haven't changed, Mitsuko." Takeshi commented with a wry smile.
Being picked on? I thought, did I like to hang with him when I was little?

"You can always come to me if you can't take it." Rihito said with a wink.
"Of course." I return the look and the rest looked stunned. Then, Ichigo pulled me out by the arm rather forcefully, "come on!"
"Okay, okay." I say and glance at Miyuki before walking with him, "Miyuki ya come with?" she shook her head shyly.

"Well, Ichigo's not a bad person." I hear Haruki say on our way out.
"True. He's just a little twisted."
Takeshi added. And the bell chimes to Ichigo and I leaving the store. I follow Ichigo along the way, leaving everyone else at Black Ship looking a bit worried.

We made small talk along our way.
"So, how's your parents?" he started. I hesitate before I say: "I'm not sure, I've been wondering this for a while, I don't have any memories of my parents for the past year, I've always lived with my aunt Joyie and uncle Rick."
"Oh...." and silence fell upon us.

When we arrived at the cute cake shop, a loud voice rang from the back kitchen: "Where have you been this long?!"
"What's your problem?! I'm back now!" Ichigo shouted right back. Whoa, somebody's going through the rebellious phase of puberty.

We were in the back kitchen greeted by a stern-looking man whom I guess is Ichigo's father.
While Ichigo introduces me, he had a puzzled look on his face. "Don't you remember that whiny girl who always followed me around?" Ichigo added. Whiny? I was whiny?
"She's helping here," Ichigo said without second thought. I actually just wanted to check the place out, but I guess helping'll be nice too.

I start taking orders at the front counter, there are waaay too many people here for a cake shop. I was working my head off with all the customers, it's even harder for me since I have to check out the labels before handing them the cakes. Where the heck did that guy go?! He didn't really go take a nap, did he?

Just as I'm thinking that, an arm reached towards the customer from above my head, saying: "here's yours, ma'am. Two mont blanc and three cheesecakes."
Whoa. I turn and see Ichigo. I just realized he's a lot taller than I am. And right now he's clipped his long bangs backwards, showing his forehead.

"What're you looking at?" he frowns at me with an attitude.
"Just thinkin' you look cool like that." I reply without a thought.
"I'm always cool." he gets full of himself and says, but doesn't stop working.
"Yup," I say popping the 'p', "cool as stone." I smirk and he glared at me.

At the end of that day, I sat exhausted in the back of the counter. Why am I even doing work my first day in Japan?

Just then, a piece of cake was in front of me, I look up and see Ichigo handing it to me while looking away. "are you eating it or not?" he asked with the same attitude.

"Arigato!" I smile and take the strawberry shortcake over. After I took a few bites, "Oishī..."
with rose icing around the edge, the fluff has a perfect texture just the way i love it; （＾◇＾）and with the strawberry jam in--
"Does that little cake make you that happy?" Ichigo asked as he peered at my face.
i frown, "yes it does, and u just ruined me happiness!"
Then, i yawned. im super jet lag right now. especially since after all the work i've done, i feel like i can drop onto the floor and just doze off like that.

"You're hopeless..." I felt gentle arms lifting me up before I drift to sleep.

Miyuki's POV

Mitsuko waved as she walked out of the cafe with Ichigo. 

"Yuki-chan~" I turn to Rihito's voice, and flinched when he was right in front of me.

( ⊙ _ ⊙ )"Uh...Rihito...." I shuffled back, then smiled back at him, "Richy, I really want to hear you play piano again."

He smiled broadly. Cute! My mind shouted; my face warmed up and I can't compress it! 

"Of course, I'll always play for you." he took my hand in his and stood up. Hmm, I remember it's usually the other way around, I'd always take Richy's arm.

Rihito kept on chatting enthusiastically along our way, I can't help but to giggle and say, "Richy, you're being cute."

Most guys would be happy a girl says their cute, but I guess it literally meant that kind of girly cute in his case. Rihito stopped in his tracks, and his brilliant smile turned into a seductive one as he said: "don't say that, Yuki-chan. I'm not that little girl you thought I was, or do you need more proof that I'm a boy?"

Before I know it, he backed me against a wall, but not in any way forceful. He then said: "do I need to prove it to you again?" he put a finger to my lips, "and of course, as you suggested, this time it'll be on the lips." he whispered the last sentence beside my ear. I felt heat rush to my face as his breath right against my ear. 

Coming to face me again, he leaned in closer, our faces were just inches apart...