Verse 2

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If anyone knows how to commit murder and get away with it easily, please inform me. Or else, I will be the one who'll go crazy with this celebrity slash model slash musician slash a-person-who-pushed-his-brother-into-committing-suicide patient of mine!

Fujioka-san wandered across the room, as if it was his office. When he got to the end of the room, he pulled out the chair... my chair... behind the desk and sat on it. He looked at me, knowing that I would be pissed off and smirked. "You told me to sit down. I guess you don't have rules on where to sit, right, Busujima-san?"

I breathed deeply and cleared my throat. "No, of course not, Fujioka-san. In fact, we almost don't have rules here, as we want our clients to be free as they want in here - mentally, emotionally and even physically." I put on my usual business smile but he interrupted.

"You know... you don't have to smile if you don't want to." He stood up and walked over to me. I finally realised how taller he was as he was standing in front of me. He looked down at me and smiled painfully. "You see, smiling is a privilege that most of us take for granted. If you get used to having to smile while you're dying inside, you'll forget how to smile happily."

I was stunned. Unable to move. Like he saw right through my actions.

He might've seen the horror through my expressions, as he patted my head gently. "No need to force yourself in front of me, Busujima-san. I'm not the typical client you usually take, right?"

He walked right past me, and patted my shoulder. "I will have you book the whole day of everyday until our appointments finish. Review my file..."

As he left the room, he looked back and said "I killed my brother after all."

Hearing that door close cured of the paralysis his words caused. Who is this Kairi Fujioka? I was pretty careful in the way I socialise and interact with people, so how? How does he manage to easily make break in through the mask I've been putting up with.

That night, it was first time in a long time that I've just stared at my ceiling - thinking, looking back at what made me to the unlikable person I am today. I wasn't like this when I was a younger. To be honest, I was that hopeless romantic that longed to love and to be loved, wholeheartedly. And believed in that. When I thought about this, my chest ached a little. So I wrapped up myself and curled up in a ball. The sad thing was... when I woke up the next morning, I found traces of tears across my cheeks. It's sad that even myself prevented me from seeing myself cry. 


"Busujima-san, here's your sched for the next three weeks." My colleague handed me a piece of paper with my timetable. I took a glance at it and it all had the same writings. So I focused on it again... and my eyes aren't acting funny - he wasn't kidding! He actually booked me for the whole day of everyday for three weeks!

"Wait! Terashima!" I called out to my colleague. I pointed out the paper. "Is this for real?" I implored. Terashima smiled, "What? What's wrong? You get a superstar for the next three weeks. If you don't want it, I'll take it!" 

I smirked. "Seriously?! I'll leave it up to you then!" Terashima gave me the most unintersted look. "You're an idiot. If you don't want it, the director's office is that way." He turned away and I sighed loudly. Terashima is actually one of the few people I get along with in this hell hole.

I stood up and went to my office. On the way there, there was another of these dazzling sights at the corner of my eye. I looked over and it was Fujioka-san! Geez, there are just these kinds of people who actually... just shines. He picked the perfect occupation.

I went up to him. "Good morning, Fujioka-san. Slept well?" I smiled. He sighed and scrunched up hair, what the hell! "Yes yes. No need for formalities, Busujima-san. Or wait, should I just drop the "-san"? To be honest, 'Busujima' is such a long name. I think I'll just call you Jun."

Seriously, I have already killed this man a thousand times in my head. I will have you assassinated, just look forward to it! I smiled, with the intent to kill. "Yeah, whatever makes you comfortable, Fujioka-san."

He smiled... with the most adorable smile ever. "Shall we start this relationship then, Jun?"


My heart skipped a little.





[*Sigh* I said two-three weeks but it has been more than that!! I am such a responsible adult. ^_^ Anyway, how is everyone doing?!  I hope you guys had a wonderful Christmas and an awesometastic start of the year~! 

My aim this year is to finish Fall Back and Satoshi&Aoi's story. Actually, Satoshi&Aoi (SaOi)'s story has been altered a bit. It's going to be inspired by a real life story of my best friend's mom. It was a bit of a tragic love story but it ended well. If it didn't end well, then I wouldn't have my best friend now. Anyway, please look forward to that. And it would also be nice if you guys can give me a little push and pressure me to create a new chapter, 'cause I love the pressure. So demand more chapters from me!!! Speaking of which, should I make this graphic and with s*x scenes, or shall I have it vague and leave it up to your imaginations? 'Cause it's bound to happen sometime. Anyway, I shall see you guys soon! Bye!]



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