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

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Miyuki's PoV
As Rihito leaned in even closer, I felt my head in a splitting sensation again, I quickly stop it by turning my head away, saying: "N-no need, Rich--Rihito, I know fully well you're a guy."
He back away almost immediately and smiled brightly: "Kensha, Miyuki! Let's get goin'."
I sweatdropped as Rihito took my hand in his again. Jeez, this is dangerous, I can't tell when he's serious or just joking.

I closed my eyes at the beautiful melody Rihito played, I've always liked music, it makes me feel relaxed. We were at Richy's house/piano school; his mom is just in the back room, teaching.
*dun*He pressed the finishing chords softly to a piano sound. The next thing I knew, I caught myself applauding gently.

"How good are you?" he asked in a gentle voice, but I feel myself perk up at a little competition. I shuffled onto the seat next to him, and said: "play this, see if I can keep up."

As I started the beginning of the piece on the treble side, he quickly caught on and started playing the alto part. It was a really difficult piece. I've taken piano lessons since the second year I've moved to Manhattan, but I'm still having a little trouble keeping up with Rihito's skills.
As if testing me out, Rihito quickened the tempo gradually and I struggle to keep up, somehow managing not to press any wrong keys. Our shoulders constantly brushing against each other, our arms moved freely along the piano.
As soon as we hit the end chords, I let out a breath.

"You're really good, Yuki-chan." Rihito says as he puts his hands down from the keyboard.
We both laughed. I haven't laughed like that ever since my accident, but Rihito doesn't treat me any different at all. I felt like I've made a new old friend.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you anymore...." Rihito said as the edge of his lips curl up when he took a record from a shelf nearby, it was Beethoven's album, and he's picked the hardest one in the book. I've played that piece before, but not sure I'm that good yet. Though worrying, I took him on: "you're goin' down!"

We continued our duet for who-knows-how-long. Until I yawned. I've just got off the plane today, I'm still a bit jet lag, even though I usually recover really quickly.

"Are you tired?" Richy asked with concern as he held me up by my shoulders, "we should probably get you back to Black Ship."
I nod, but dozed off while I did.

The next day, it was a Saturday in Japan time. I opened my eyes to the ceiling really near and soft covers were tucked carefully around me. I sat up: let's see...I played duets with Richy...then super jet lag, and dozed off..?

I find myself on the top of a bunk bed, I looked down and see Rihito sleeping with a blanket on the carpet. Oh my god! I fell asleep here! I quickly climbed down the top bunk and see that I'm still neatly dressed in yesterday's clothes.

Just as I reach the ground, Rihito's eyes shot open and he smiled at me.
"G-gomen'nasai!" I quickly said as I helped him up, he was still in his school uniform, as well.
"It's alright, Yuki-chan." he gave his bright smile, "you drifted off to la la land so I carried you up here since I'm no muscle man to carry you all the way to Black Ship, I should be saying sorry, too."

Wait a minute, he CARRIED me up here? I'm weigh a freakin' 120 pounds!

"A-arigato, Richy...." I feel heat rush to my face but I compress a panicked expression.

"No prob, we should probably get back to Black Ship, it's nine in the morning and Jo must be worried." with that, after a brief wash-up Richy and I head back to Black Ship.

Mitsuko's PoV

Sunshine poured into my vision as I open my eyes welcoming the next morning. I helped out--a lot--at Sato bakery yesterday all afternoon and I. Am. The. Hell. Exhausted. I was. Then I fell asleep, and..?
I feel soft covers on me and I sit up to find myself in an unfamiliar room. There's a desk, bed and shelf in the simple room, looks like a normal teenager's room. Hey. I never went back to Black Ship yesterday evening, did I?

Straightening out my jeans and shirt before, I got out of bed and head to the door. On the second floor, there were four doors: the room I just walked out of; a bathroom; a double-door which I'm guessing is the master bedroom where Ichigo's dad and mom should be; and I opened the last door at the end of the hall. It revealed a--also--simple room, with the covers neatly folded on the bed and the desk was empty with just a small lamp on it. The room seems unused.

After I head to the living room, I found Ichigo lying across on the sofa with a blanket covering not even all of him.
"Strawberry." I kneel down beside him and peer into his face, which is relaxed and peacefully in sleep.

"Hey!" I yelled right in his face, and his eyes flew open as he sits up on first reaction. Landing a kiss on my forehead.

"M-M-Mit-Mitsuko!?" he stuttered and sat up, flustered. He kept staring at my forehead and unconsciously biting his lips. What's the big deal? It's not like it was a kiss on the lips. I thought as I got up and say to him: "Arigato, for letting me stay here. We should probably head back to Black Ship, now. Joh's gotta be worried."

I walked towards the main door, but don't feel him behind me. I turned around to find Ichigo still sitting on the couch in a daze. "C'mon." I say and nod my head towards the door. He snapped out and stood up to follow me out.

We arrive at Black Ship, Miyuki and Rihito excluded, everyone else was there.

"Wassup." I say with a stretch as I walk to the back of the bar.

"Takahashi!" Haruki shouted.

"Don't 'what's up' me! Where the hell were you last night?!" Joh said as he walked out from the counter, "and where's Miyuki? She hasn't been picking up her phone, either!"

Taking my phone out, I realize it's out of battery, so I take a charger and plugged it in right next to the counter as I said: "I was at a sleepover at Ichy's."

I-who? I realize after I've blurted it out. Did I used to call Ichigo that? It's...so...mushy!

"Sleepover?" Ryuzo asked.

Before any other lecture could form from Johji, the bell to the door chimed and Rihito came in all-smiles with a blushing Miyuki behind him. 

Smirking, I walk slowly up to her while purposely talking very fast in English with a thick accent to make it harder for these people to understand: "Sooooo~How'd yours go? Hadda hot night?"

She rolled her eyes, " Sore o teishi (stop it). Nothing happened." 

"Then why were you a tomato when you came in?" I cross my arms with a smirk playing on my lips, I know this gesture of mine always makes her nervous and spill the beans. Just as I thought, her face flushed red once again and she pulled me upstairs with her.