| Fan Fiction |
by biniBningPunkista
This makes it the second time for me to be in this country and be held in the same situation, fifteen years later.
I am fucking lost.
I clutched my small luggage at my right side and shifted my shoulder bag closer to my body as I held my phone at my left hand.
Why, of all the time I could have my phone drained out should it be today?
Out of frustration I raised my hand in an act of throwing my phone at the pavement, but I quickly stopped myself because I have gathered on lookers around me which brought me back to my senses. I also remembered the last time I did this; I had been phoneless for months. I felt so helpless that all I could do was squat in the middle of the side walk and utter useless incomprehensible Japanese words. I wanted badly to ask directions but I have no idea what to say. All I can say in mandarin is ni hao ma and xie xie, which means how are you and thanks. I’m not even sure if it’s actually mandarin! This makes me regret not taking that Chinese class seriously when I was ten.
I was too preoccupied thinking of my sad ordeal with the language barrier that I didn’t notice the man who stopped in front of me.
“Daijabou Deska? Are you alright?” Asked by a man with a rather good looking physique and was wearing dark large eye glasses.
Oh my god. A savior is in front of me. He is sent by Kamesama to save me.
“No I’m not. And thank god you speak Japanese. I’m lost. I’m looking for a hotel and a place to stay. Can you help me?” The man looked nice enough, and I have no choice. If he planned on doing anything on me I could always kick his nut balls out. I had my sneakers on for a change. I could always run if things turn out for the worse.
“Actually I’m Japanese, and this is embarrassing as well… I’m just the same as you.” The guy scratched the back of his head, his enormous hair not even ruined by this gesture.
“Oh.” My shoulder slumped with disappointment.
“What use do I have of you then if you can’t even help me.” I whispered very low to myself.
“Hmmm… Though I’m lost, the people I’m with will be able to find me. So it’s still better if we stick with each other. I don’t speak the Taiwanese language so we’re just on the same boat.” The guy said while grinned at me.
“You look awfully familiar.” I said looking suspicious, as I got a proper look at him.
“You think so?” He asked then walked ahead of me.
“YO!!! Where are you going? I thought it’s better to stick with each other since we both don’t know where we’re going?!?” I shouted as he walked on.
He slowly turned and looked at me, still walking away from me backwards.
“You’re looking at me suspiciously, like I’m a pedophile or something. If you don’t want to stick with me its fine, suit yourself.” He shrugged off while still using that silly grin then turned his back from me and walked ahead.
Shit. I hate being lost, and my street memory is pretty bad. The guy didn’t look like someone who could actually sell me off for slavery, it’s better to be with someone who can speak the same language than to be alone.
“Yo!!! Chotto matte!!! Wait for me!” I dragged my small luggage with me and ran at his side.
When I reached him, he slowed down his pace so I could catch my breath. I gave him a side glance then started talking.
“Haven’t you heard of the saying, ‘When you’re lost its better to stay in one place so your companions could easily find you’?” I asked gingerly as I walked beside him in a slow pace.
“Sometimes don’t you think it’s nice to get lost?” The guy did that same silly grin he had used earlier.
“No. I hate being lost. Oh by the way, if I am going to tag along with you, you could at least tell me your name.” I told him as I clutched my shoulder bag tighter to my body, just in case some people have sudden needs to grab a Prada bag off other people’s shoulders.
“Oh, gome… my name is Jun. You are?” He gave me a look, and waited expectantly for my answer.
What is this? Just because Taiwan is a different country doesn’t make Japanese customs different.
“Are you really Japanese? Why the first name basis?” I asked feeling really annoyed. He just looked ahead and smiled.
“Just because I feel like it… what about you? Is there a name that comes along with a lost person like you?” He asked while smirking.
Why does this man have the guts to talk to me like this? He is starting get really annoying. I even thought he was a nice guy.
Trash that. He irritates the hell out of me.
“It’s Inoue. Inoue Mao and we are not in the first name basis. So please call me Inoue san.” I smugly told him, but as soon as he heard my name he abruptly stopped walking.
“Inoue Mao? Inoue Mao the painter slash model?” He looked at me from head to toe.
Eh??? HE KNOWS ME?
“Ano…” I was speechless for a moment. I still wasn’t used to being famous in Japan. Even though I belonged to a clan of samurai back grounds, I still lived a low profile life. I may love shoes and glamour but I never really dreamed of fame. Then my good friend Aoi Miyazaki introduced me modeling, ever since then I have been known to be the artist slash model in the arts and media industry. I’m that hard working.
“I can’t believe I get to meet the person whose painting I admire. I didn’t recognize you without that elaborate make-up you have on the magazines. So this is how you actually look like up close. I never thought you’re this… small though.” He chuckled as he stared at me.
I wanted to strangle this guy already, but curiosity got to me first. Who is this guy really? Only selected people got to know me through my paintings since I try not to advertise my face along with my paintings and I am sure I have never seen him in my gallery shows.
The guy was about to remove his shades when someone called out from behind.
“MATSUMOTO SAN!!!”
Jun and I instantly turned around to look at the owner of the voice. The guy was wearing a red jacket, and casual pants. He looked like just a regular guy.
“Gomenasai, we looked everywhere for you. We’re sorry to keep you waiting at the airport. We got your luggage already. Please come on the car with us. We’ll take you at the hotel.”
I looked at the guy beside me as he finally removed his glasses. My eyes turned round as I took in his face. That’s why he was so fucking familiar!!! This guy is a renowned actor in Japan. How could have I missed that?
“Matsumoto san the actor?” I mouthed at him.
“Yeah… I wanted a low profile. I needed a vacation and I here I am. Not just getting a good vacation, but landing on a beautiful woman as well.” He winked trying to act smooth.
Oh god… I hate actors. I really really hate them, especially this kind.
“Can you even be more of an ass?” I asked him.
“Eh?” He exclaimed completely caught off guard.
“You think I would swoon down at your feet knowing you’re an actor? I HATE ACTORS, especially the ones who try to pick up helpless women on the road.” I told him straight off as he looked at me completely surprised.
Then all of a sudden he laughed out loud as the guy in the red jacket confusedly looked at us.
“I guess that’s the infamous Inoue attitude I’ve heard of. So you want a ride or you want to keep getting lost still.”
It was my turn to be surprised. I thought of my options… I had none. Though kamesama sent a rather peculiar actor to be my savior, it was my only option.
I nodded at him in agreement but I had to say my thought out loud.
“I’m riding because I need to and I don’t owe you anything because I chose to ride with you. This is an act of desperation.”
“Oh, you already owe me Mao.” He smirked at me as he entered the car that was parked right in front of us.
I wanted to shout at him for assuming too much then calling me informaly but I might lose this chance to get a ride.
“Act of desperation. Act of desperation…” I chanted to myself softly as I was entering the car to calm myself before I start strangling this actor’s throat.
When both of us were comfortably sitting at the back seat, he looked at me then grinned slyly. I wanted to wedge my shoes between those teeth already. What’s up with his grinning and trying to look good in front of me?
“So what brought you here to Thailand? Don’t you have photo shoots and galleries to attend do?” He asked seriously this time.
“I came to follow my fiancé.” I told him smugly. Letting him know I am not available.
“Hmmm… are you lying?” His tone full of doubt.
“I am not! What gives?” I asked my eyes wide, bewildered that he assumes I’m lying.
He raised up his right hand then wiggled it inches from my face.
“No ring miss-what-gives. If you’re going to come up with a lie, make sure it’s a good one.” He smirked again and looked outside the window.
“What the fuck are you…” my voice trailed off as I looked at my right hand. Of course… who would believe I was really engaged when I had a ringless finger in my hand. Shit. I forgot Toma wasn’t able to give me one.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, Matsumoto-smart-ass.” I grumbled at his side.
He just chuckled and continued to look outside the window.
“No need to… you just being here made my whole trip more interesting.” Then he looked at me and winked.
Again, the feeling of poking his eye was itching through my hands. I just had the decency to stop myself. If it wasn’t for this ride I would have gone out of his eye sight immediately.
God… Toma where the hell are you?!?
~To be continued~
This is purely a fan-fiction.
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So what do you guys think?!? ^_^v I want to know what you think!!!
Truth be told, I missed Mao’s character… Hmmm… I’m still trying to decide if this should go back to HER thoughts or HIS thoughts? Still deciding. Anyway… this fan-fic may be a longer one than I expected it to be. Mao’s thoughts are pretty fun to play with than with Toma’s!!! That’s all I could say after this chapter… hehe. Oh and you might probably be reading more of Jun Matsumoto from now on. Till the next chapter! Your comments would really matter... Thanks for reading...