"Don't tell me that you were dating her without knowing who she is," Shou said putting down the mug he was drying and threw the towel over his shoulder leaning forward.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Do you know Iori from somewhere?" Jun asked trying to follow up with his friend's reasoning.
"let's jog up your memory a little bit..." His friend said, " Do you remember certain lazy evenings at the school's library, especially in the spring, there was a sakura tree near the library windows and the light breeze always brought petals into the room whenever the windows are open... One day, as you headed toward the corner where you usually sit, you saw a beautiful raven-haired girl standing there and holding a book in her hands..."
"Which one of us was the writer? Because I'm beginning to wonder if our careers got switched for a moment," Jun
" "Did you bring your car?" Haruki asked as they were leaving the coffee shop. "No, I walked here. It's been a while since I took a walk in the city," Jun responded "Then let me give you a ride. I was going to take Iori home anyway," Jun nodded and they all headed toward Hariki's car. He was still thinking about the fact that Iori could be his first love. It had been years since then and Jun wouldn't say that it was faith to meet the love of his life after all this time and that it was meant to be. He wasn't that much of a romantic... But, the thought that he and Iori had had a moment is in the past, and the fact that she was the person who represented the fleeting moment like the sakura petals that filled the library back then, gentle, beautiful, but fleeting like an illusion. That fact made him smile. Back then they had bonded over their mutual love of books and literature. They talked about that and other things for hours to no end. H
Iori motioned to Jun who was answering his phone and headed down the hallway toward their apartment.Two bodyguards who were different from the ones assigned to her were waiting by the door. They both turned toward her and bowed and she realized that she knew the older one. “Genta,” she said and the old man nodded his neutral look never wavering. “Miss Iori, it has been a long time,” he said “Yes, it has,” Iori said smiling at the man who had been present through many of her childhood memories, “how have you been?” She asked “Thanks to your kindness I have been doing well.It’s good to see you well and in good health,” he said and his eyes crinkled in the corner in the closest semblance of a smile. “It’s good to
"No," Iori said "What in the world are you..." Her father began "I said no, Father. I am not going back to the main house. I made this clear a long time ago. I am not living in that house again. You were the one who chased me away from it, to begin with," Iori responded wondering how this would go. This was the first time she talked to her father directly about this and she didn't know how this would go. If her brother's suspicions were true. Maybe they could clear up any possible misunderstanding. "I never chased you away from the main house. Why would I do that?!" Her father exclaimed, "I knew that you wanted to be away from the pressure of the succession and the problems with the mountain clan, but our agreement had always been that you would come back to the family eventually..." "How about the time you said that you never wanted to see my face again and that I was as dead to you as Mother?" "I never said anything of the sort. What
“We’re screwed…” Jun said looking at the calendar in front of him on their new dining table. “We are screwed,” Iori said from the other side of the table staring at that very calendar with the bright red circle with the word deadline written underneath it. “How did it get to be like this?” Jun asked trying to ignore the voice in his head that kept saying ‘you know-how, you slacker!’ “This usually happens when no one sticks to the word counts and skips plot meetings…” Iori said with a distant voice as if she was trying to convince herself that she was in no danger if she talked about the problem like it didn’t concern her. Yeah… good try… “I can’t believe that we’re this behind on our schedule. We barely finished half of the required material …” “The manuscript isn’t even halfway through, and the deadline is in two days. Kimiko and Kajima are going to do a quadruple suicide taking us with them if we tell them this…” A shiver ran
Iori stopped running as soon as the lights went out. She stood there in the middle of silence and darkness in what felt like ages. Every cell in her body went still and she felt the cold air seeping through her clothes as if the frost was eating out the air around her in slow deliberate agony.She thought she heard footsteps and something else in the background but she wasn’t sure if those noises were inside her head or actually from the real world. That’s when she felt it, the warm humid breath against her neck and the acid words as they whispered into her ear.“I’m here to get you…” The all too familiar voice said, “you won’t get away from me this time, Suzuna-sensei…”Fear gripped Iori’s heart and nausea flipped her stomach. This has become the case whenever someone called her by that name. Iori wanted to run, she wanted to scream but she couldn’t.Her body didn’t belong to
Knowing that you have a deadline and working on it are two different things. There was always this deciding factor of whether you can get into the trance-like mood that would let you work through it nonstop until you finish.Jun couldn’t get into that mood. He knew that he was skirting the danger zone and that he would be screwed if he doesn’t start working, but, he just couldn’t. He was still reeling from the events that happened to them earlier that day.Iori didn’t seem to be having any problems, she had been cradling her laptop and typing away for a few hours now. She was on a roll, her fingers were moving on the keyboard so fast that he could barely keep up.She’d go for the laptop as soon as they entered the apartment and had been at it since then. Jun could only write two paragraphs since then and he was seriously considering deleting it.It ticked him that he was the only one agitated because of what happened, even th
Iori was reaching her limits. She was tired, sleep deprived, and the constant vibration in her phone were making her wince every time she hears it.She hadn’t slept in twenty four hours, which is a normal occurrence for a writer who could play Olympics in breaking deadlines. But, the stress was piled up more than usual and Iori felt more tired then she should have after staying up all night trying to meet their deadline she felt like she was dead on her feet and the bed was her only salvation.“You look terrible,” Jun commented from where he was sprawled on the couch leaning back and covering his eyes with his harm papers and books sprawled around him looking like the remainder of a battle field with their bookshelves.“That’s the pot calling the kettle black…” Iori responded her voice coming out in a slow slur as if she needed both the time and the low tone not to disturb the peaceful morning they were having after a n
“Yo!” Jun heard from behind him and turned to find Haruki walking toward him.“Fancy meeting you here, you mind company?” He asked and Jun motioned to the empty bar stool beside him with his half full whiskey cup.Haruki sat down beside him and motioned for the bartender to give him the same.“Drinking after a rough night?” He asked“Yeah, I spent the last two days juggling between my office and the family company. We really need Iori there if I’m going to survive until next year…” Haruki complained.“She’s going to be there next Monday, so hang in there…” Jun said with a smile.“Yeah, thank god for that…” Haruki complained. “How did the deadline go?”“Barely made it on time. I swear to god every time this happens that I will be more organised next time but it always ends up hap