Distorted | Shimada Genji | g.s. / s.g.

act I: x.

February 10th, 2058

Shimada Genji walks the platinum blonde, green eyed Marzia back to his white Porsche, "I know it was a lot at once, but I hope you enjoyed the tour."

"No, yeah, of course! I mean, one thing I found crazy was the fact you had, like, five different places to train! My favorite area was the cherry blossom garden. It was extraordinary," Marzia offers a soft smile. "Your brother is an interesting one, too."

"Yeah, he is... something..." The Shimada trails off. His mind couldn't stop trailing off to the thought of Neala and how she had not texted him since earlier in the day. He was the one who texted last to say he was off but figured she'd make an effort to check on him. He shook his attention out of his mind and closed the passenger car door behind the now seated girl. He hastened himself into his driver's seat and placed the instructed destination into his GPS. The pair were mostly in silence though the lady sparked a conversation about plans for traveling in the future.

"Ah, America. It is an interesting country. You should try Russia," She hints with a kindhearted smile and her eyes fixated on his side profile. The male, his attention being on the road, shifts his head briefly to catch a glimpse of the older girl's face. His cheeks became flushed at the flirtatious suggestion. He stutters before he is able to reply, receiving gentle laughter from the lady before he can even fully say his response.

"Y-Yeah, it would not be so bad to explore." He clears his throat and avoids eye contact entirely. He began to mentally scowl himself for reacting to such a light suggestion that was a joke of a flirt. He never becomes shy over a girl, ever. He has never been put in this position that it was almost like a cruel joke. His ego became tainted, and he was not going to let it slide. "We are going somewhere else actually."

"Oh?" The girl hums with a chuckle. "You don't want to see me leave so soon?" The Shimada glimpses at the clock on one of the screens above his wheel that reads out 8:57 PM.

"Obviously, I mean, I cannot let such a good time end so soon." The male slyly grins as he subconsciously places a hand on the young lady's thigh, glancing over at her to see if she is uncomfortable. Her cheeks are flushed as she bites her lip when she makes brief eye contact with the male.

That night, the newly accompanied pair attended a gem, a secluded gazebo in the busy, large city of Hanamura. The lights in the city made the landmark look like a dream. Marzia's mouth stayed gaped as she laid her elbows on the modern wood of the sparkly white and caramel temple look-alike. In some random moment in the midst of their conversation, Genji could not help the burst of lust he felt when he took it upon himself to meet the lips belonging to the young lady, who is evidently into him. He wrapped his arms around her hips, one hand on her mid back and the other on her lower bottom. The pair had an adventure in the backseat of his Porsche and parted ways rather affectionately.

The male shut his car door closed behind him and took a deep breath. He shuts his eyes and tilts his head back as exhaustion fills his body. He brushes a hand through his full head of messy hair and returns his attention to buckling his seatbelt. He glances at the electronic clock on the dashboard that reads 12:22 AM. His eyes practically pop out of his head. He releases a groan and accepts his fate that he will, half tiredly, have to drive the next forty-five minutes back home. He is ten minutes into his drive with just a blank mind until suddenly the cold Filipina enters his thoughts. For some inexplicable reason, he couldn't define the aching he felt inside when her name crossed his mind. Multitasking, he checks his phone - attention still on the road - and does not find a single notification from the girl.

The ombre haired girl accepts the fact he is not coming for her like it's some old Disney movie made back in the 2000-2010's. She raises her arms to fix her messy space buns though it is no use as strands of her hair escaped the ponytail holders. Neala sighs, her mind cluttered and heart absolutely shattered. The movie she wanted to watch suddenly came to her mind, StarStruck. The movie she watched so long ago made her believe in some fairy tale that somebody is always going to understand her yet it has never come true once in her pathetic life.