Nice Voices - English Version

Chapter 7 - Finish her!

Flaminia heard the man's question and suddenly she felt her heart start beating at a soundbreaking speed: partly for the emotion, partly out of fear «ah...n-no no, thanks, I live around here, it'll be a short walk» she sputtered, lowering her gaze for a couple of seconds «it's not that I don't trust you...!» added in a soft voice, feeling the pressure of the watchful eyes of the guitarist.

Then a little idea shone in the back of her mind.

Quickly she reached into the bag she brought with her and took out a small notepad all scribbled on the outside «listen, if you want to call me...use this number» bargained Flaminia, giving him a small piece of paper with a cellphone number written on it «if you reach me through the agency you're gonna pay more for the calls, so...» she stopped her talk when, grasping the note, Aoi bent down to stroke her cheek with his lips with calibrated slowness «I'll surely call» he breathed into her ear, before making a small sneer «so, hear ya again, Fura-chan. Thank you for the lovely evening» he added, turning on his heels to walk off, moving his hand with still the paper between his fingers in a smooth greeting.

Aoi then disappeared into a shiny black car, parked on the other side of the plaza where they were walking from the start of the date.

Flaminia stood there, motionless, one hand that was slowly covering her just-kissed cheek, feeling a tight squeeze in her chest.

The young woman ran immediately to her apartment, closing herself in panting, her heavy breath that was moving her chest up and down.

She felt an intense stab on her sternum and when she started to take off her shoes to walk more into her flat, she remembered the man's warm breath against her ear, his low, clear voice and like he branded her with fire, that kiss was still burning gently on her skin.

Flaminia quickly headed to her bed and jumped on it taking her pillow in her arms, rolling on the mattress for few seconds, letting out a small yelp into the pillow she was squeezing to her chest «I'm an idiot...getting excited like this for...someone that I don't even know...» she whispered looking at the ceiling, before letting out a deep sigh with a big smile on her face: better than the same routine, she agreed to her thrilled self, at least the man made her feel a little of affection, even if superficial.
While the phone started ringing in her purse, Flaminia prayed that it was him the one calling.

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The next day, Aoi seemed more smiling than the usual and Reita approaced him with a sly smirk, placing both forearms on the friend's shoulders so that most of his own weight was on them «heyyyyya man, you're totally chill today!» he spoke while the guitarist rolled his eyes, snorting out a laugh «I slept well last night, nothing special» dodged the question, trying to escape the bassist's grasp, but Reita clung to him with his hands on Aoi's shoulders, starting to press him down «and you slept well because...?» asked again sneering widely «Ussan told to me that you left the pub earlier last night» the blond continued, forcing the guitarist to bend over backwards just a bit «I had a date, so what?» snarked Aoi just a little annoyed «I went out and when I came back I slept better than usual, I don't have to tell you every detail of my fucking life» ranted again, pinching him on the back of his left hand to be released from that grip.

Reita stepped back massaging his hand, then he put both of them on his own hips «if it was a romantic date, I'm obligated, as your friend, to want to know everything....also because it would be a miracle for you to have a date with a girl!» the bassist laughed, patting his lower back a couple of times «so tell me, how was she? A beautiful chick I guess...maybe of those tiny and delicate things, with long and shiny hair tied up in two narrow pigtails» Reita began to describe, moving his hands as if he was molding that imaginary girl out of thin air all while a small grin was born spontaneously on Aoi's face «nope...she was foreign, for a start» he chuckled, taking out a cigarette from the package between his fingers «a little shorter than me, short dyed hair, square black-rimmed glasses...huge chocolate eyes» described the guitarist, getting lost in the still fresh memories of the girl «really? Strange...I can't see you with a foreign...how was the armor, uh?» interrupted Reita, but the bassist was silenced by the quick sound of the lighter «kinda thick, but if you wanna know both front and back were very, very interesting» Aoi tightened the cigarette between his lips and with open arms started to gesture in the air in front of his chest, then just below his hips «holy fuck...if you get dumped I'll take your place! Sometimes the japanese girls are too flat for my tastes» breathed the blondie, blushing slightly with excitement.

At that moment, while Aoi was raising his hand to take the cigarette from his lips, Kai appeared in the dressing room with a small smile «what are you gossiping about, housewives? We need to review the set-list one last time, c'mon! Move your cute asses!» chuckled the leader, before arching his eyebrows seeing Reita so agitated «I'll explain later...» murmured Aoi passing near the drummer, followed by a most embarassed bassist, his hand on the back of his head.

Once on the stage, Aoi moved his fingers towards his battered guitar and grabbed the belt wearing it on one shoulder, feeling again the familiar form under his hands and in his palms.

How would it feel to embrace that girl? From what he could see the night before, she gave him the impression to be warm and soft like one of those otaku's bodypillow, but maybe it was just her chubby built, totally different from the thread-like one that he was so used to see in other girls?

She wasn't fat or obese, but definitely had many more curves than a thin Japanese girl...she was like his own guitar, where the lower part was wider and gently curved.

While Aoi was playing some notes as warm-up, he moved his right hand on the profile of his instrument with a faraway gaze in his eyes, imagining to caress her side, dropping slowly down closer to her full thighs «I'll let you fap alone with your guitar, if you want» snickered Ruki while passing near him, a small grin on his lips.

Uruha started to laugh breathless, from the other side of the stage «fuck you shorty» snorted Aoi with an amused tone, rousing himself from his reverie «he's just practicing for the fans, we're not all divas like you!» sang Reita curling up in a ball while laughing, getting kicked a couple of times from the provoked singer.

The guitarist laughed at the scene, but his mind didn't stop smashing around that thought and, excusing those ideas with ideas like 'I'm still a man', he focused on the set-list for the next concert.

He promised to himself that he would call later the number she gave him, asking to see each other again during that week.