Little Hearts in Your Heart

Chapters 16. A made-up meeting or Destiny

“Good afternoon,” Miki bowed, greeting Shiho who was in his living room. He walked quickly to Kaori's room.

“Miki-neesan, you're coming,” Kaori jumped from her bed. He lifted the script in front of his face.

“You really don't keep anything secret, well,” Miki said, recalling her conversation with Reki earlier at school. He took off his jacket and hung it on the shoulder of the chair.

Kaori smiled. “I was surprised when I saw Miki-neesan hugging Reki. I thought something happened, so it doesn't feel good to bother you. After Miki-neesan left, I interrogated Reki. So, which part should I trust? What's everything?” tanyanya.

“Are we not studying again this afternoon?” miki Syndicate. “You don't even know counting in english.”

“Miki-neesan still remembers about that,” Kaori murmured, “I already repeated it when I arrived home last week. Oh yes, can you tell me about your draft plan?” ask her with her forehead moving up and down.

“No.”

“Come, Miki-neesan.” Kaori silence. Flipping through Miki's script. “Ne, Sensei, the main character of As in this novel, is it inspired by Sakuragi Key?”

Miki was silent, the girl in front of him would seriously call him sensei. Opening the candy on Kaori's desk. “This candy is expensive right?”

Kaori sneered. He looked up in front of the seat Miki occupied.

“You are like a kitten, Kaori,” Miki said, chuckling. “Indeed why do you think so?”

“The characteristics of the man in this script, why do I imagine him like Sakuragi Key. It was also because his job was also an actor.”

Miki nodded, somehow Kaori could tell, the first one she thought of was Reki looking at her browser history. “I was watching TV, saw the actor and got an idea to make a novel. But, you see, the story is unsatisfactory.”

“Sensei is right,” said Kaori nodding. “The story is too ordinary.” He hugged his knee. “You want me to help you fix it? At least I can comment,” he was like talking to himself.

“It won't be fixed. I'll make a new story.”

“The story is good. Why not just perfect this?” Kaori stood up, lying on her bed. He looked at Miki's face.

“So you said the story was ordinary. Now you're asking me to stretch it.”

Kaori silence. Puckered his lips. “Maybe, they're having too much fun.”

“You mean, they have no obstacles, well?”

“Ah, correct. Things like that. Like when Kuruzawa-kun found the lost island, but he wants to return to Japan, and unfortunately can't.”

“Do you want to write with me? Duet.”

Kaori woke up from her sleep. He nodded, quickly. “I prefer to read, enjoy. I

don't want to trouble me.”

“Who said writing was troublesome.”

“Because of that, let Sensei's fingers move agilely,” Kaori smiled, “and after that I will read it. So, can I help you execute Sensei's plan?”

“So you already know,” Miki remembers her draft notebook.

Kaori nodded, excited. “But not yet know the details. Is Miki-neesan going to play around? With actor? Continue this story?”

Miki tilted her head.

“Why doesn't Miki-neesan make Ran here play As?”

“How do you know?”

“Eh? Know what?”

“I made some drafts, thinking, if I do this, what will happen. I'm gonna play. You know, I don't have the feeling that I can find an answer just by thinking about it. I just had to arrange a meeting, get him to know me, and then if I told him I was just playing, what he would say. I want to know all the feedback from many men.”

“So well?” Kaori giggled, “actually I didn't think that way. So Miki-neesan will

to *pla*ygirl?”

“Playgirl?” Miki laughing. “That's a good term. But I don't have that ability. How about you play Kaori?” ask with a serious face.

“I? But Reki...” Kaori was silent, briefly, “if I could help, I will.”

“What's with Reki?” miki asked, flirting. “Oh right, you have a bet with him.”

“I'll help Miki-neesan. So if we are going to start with Sakuragi Key, we can make it easy.”

“Speaking what you are, he's an actor. It's very hard to see. I've tried to greet him, and his staff protect him very well.”

“Sugly?” kaori's forehead wrinkled. “I will help,” he said quickly, as his bedroom door was knocked. “Iya?”

Door opens. Miki stood up, said hello, “Akagi-san, that, Kaori does not want to learn,” she said quickly and helped move the cake to the table.

Shiho laughs. “Kaori, learn. Miki-chan is tired of coming here.”

Kaori sneered, moved to sit on the floor. And eat cake. “I know. Didn't Miki-neesan also have to complete the task.”

“Eh? Kaori..” Miki sculpting.

“Mom already knows. Yesterday mom saw Miki-neesan in uniform,” Kaori said laughing. “Mom was almost after you and asked.”

“Really?” asked Miki, timid.

Shiho patted the back of Miki's hand. “Lucky once Miki-chan-sensei,” tone tease. He put a finger in front of his mouth, acting shy, “I can not go back to school.”

“Mother, it is not impossible, but impossible,” Kaori said, suppressing her words. “Mother just pay attention to your flowers.”

Shiho smiled, embarrassed.

“I heard Akagi-san mastered ikebana?” Miki asked, looking at Shiho who was still sitting on the side of Kaori's bed.

“True. Anytime if there's time to come to the store well, I'll teach you how to make flower arrangements. Oh yes, Miki-chan, thanks for the strawberry, Niichan really likes it,” Shiho touches Miki's shoulder softly.

“I can bring it again later,” Miki said, considering there is still one carton in her apartment.

“Really? Thank you very much, well, Miki-chan-sensei.”

Miki nodded and saw Kaori's room door open and closed. “You said your sister was going back to New York. But he stayed quite a long time.”

“He will indeed stay a long time, after the project is finished.”

“So why are you mad at him that he's staying. You embarrassed me with those words.”

“Terms?” Kaori's eyes grew bigger. “Oniichan will not care.”

“Eh?” Miki scratched her head, “already, let's learn.”

*

At school, Miki could no longer sit still. “Wait, Kaori,” he pulled Kaori's uniform collar, made her back take refuge near the protective trail.

“What else? We have been waiting since,” furious Kaori, while still looking at the crews who are working. At the sports hall, the shooting crew was getting ready. From the audience seats, they could see actresses sitting near the director.

Miki moved her fingers. “I became deg-degan,” murmured.

“Already,” Kaori pulled Miki's hand, went down the stairs and got closer to the back of the crew.

“Ah?” Miki shrieked, stifled, she covered her mouth. “Why is he here?”

“Eh? Miki-chan what's going on, anyway? Who?” Kaori saw where Miki was looking, just now. He sighed. “Is Miki-chan shy about meeting her?”

“For what the singer is here,” Kaori murmured. “Come, back to work,” he said after hearing the word cut. “Eh, she's going out, the next” Kaori muttered incoherently while pulling Miki's hand, running.

“Move to the front, to the school field,” shouted Narumi at his crew.

There were no schoolgirls other than Kaori and Miki, unlike yesterday - there was a chase, shouting calling out the name of his idol. Maybe because the lesson is in progress.

“Miki-chan, call her real name. Call him Kyo,” Kaori said as she continued walking very quickly.

“You're crazy, Kaori. I'm not going to call..” Not finished with the sentence, Miki was surprised by Kaori's shout.

“Kyo... Kyo,” cried Kaori repeatedly, until the man turned around. Miki held her breath with the man's expression.

“Basically you don't know manners well,” snorts Kyo, the real name of the actor Sakuragi Key, in front of Miki.

Miki moved her hand. “Not me,” he said and pointed at Kaori who was hiding behind him.  Miki then grimaced, as Kaori's pinch touched her back. “What's wrong with you?” hisses.

“Ah?” kyo's forehead is wrinkled.

“That,” Miki plays her fingers, nervous, “Kyo...kun,” he said add with a fairly long pause.

“Say, Miki-neesan loves it,” whispered Kaori.

Miki patted the back of Kaori's hand on her shoulder, she smiled, strange.

“Is there anything you want to say?” ask Kyo. “If not, I should..”

“Akagi-san, Arai-san..” shouted a man and made Kaori and Miki turn around.

“Takahiro-sensei..” exciting Miki and Kaori together.

Takahiro approached, patting Miki and Kaori on the head with his long aluminum stick. “What are you guys doing here? You mean to skip the actor,” Takahiro's wand is now fixed in front of Sakuragi Key's face.

“We will go to the library, sensei,” Miki's voice, heard. “But, we are here, because this actor called us,” Miki said in a serious tone.

“Really?” Takahiro turned his head, asking for the truth from the actor who just shrugged. Takahiro again saw the two girls in uniform, “You tried to lie to me, around the field, five times. Hurry up, before I add.”

Miki and Kaori nodded. They bowed and walked quickly to the field.

“All your fault, Kaori.”

“That's because Miki-neesan is too slow-moving.”

“That's because I don't know what to say. You think he'll just believe it. He'll just think, I'm just one of his fans. Isn't that not what it means.” Miki so gregetan look at Kaori's stupid behavior.

“Wah, Miki-neesan knows very well.”

Miki nodded, a little confident.

“Miki, Kaori, hurry up to run.”

Miki and Kaori turned their heads and found Takahiro raising his staff. They breathe and start running.

“A month I'll be here, my body will be muscular,” Miki said, trying to catch my breath.  “It seems, you're very used to it, Akagi-san.”

“This is the name of the exercise, Arai-san,” Kaori smiled. “According to Miki-neesan, are we going to get caught on camera?” he said and looked at the edge of the sports field.

“You mean, enter the frame? We might be an unnecessary figure. Come quickly run,” Miki said as they approached the camera. And he stopped, turned around, found Kaori who had fallen, tripped over the apple box—shooting equipment.

Miki sighed. Walk towards Kaori. “You okay?”

Some crew also came closer, seeing the tripping student.

Kaori. “Miki-neesan, my knee hurts. I can't seem to walk, I slammed because of this thing,” he said and hit the box.

“You hit him, whereas we're going to take a picture now,” said one of the men from several gathered.  “Quick stand. There will be a photo shoot, before the sun is above you.”

“Ojisan, don't see, my knee is bleeding,” Kaori's lips are pursed. “Call Sakuragi Key, now.”

Everyone looked at him with a cynical look. Miki looked down, embarrassed, “stop Kaori,” she said and tried to take Kaori who had now shouted out the name Key. And finally the man came and did not stop snorting.

“Kyo...” Kaori blinked her eyes, she raised her hand. “Kyo, carry.”

“This woman must have gone crazy,” muttered people saw her.

“They will consider you a crazy girl,” whispered Miki.

Kaori ignored. Blowing her knees, “I will report this to my mother, letting people fall for shooting at school,” Kaori said in a crying voice.

Miki sighed. He was a little surprised when Sakuragi Key leaned over and carried him, moving from where he had fallen.

“Miki, come along, I'm afraid, Sakuragi Key will just drop me.”

Miki smiled, little. He then followed Kaori who had been sitting in the chair of one of the actors. “You wait here, I'll take the box P3K.”

“Wait, Miki. You're here, with me, until I'm ready to stand up,” said Kaori, half-screaming, like deliberately listening to those who now look at her cynically. Especially the female lead, who was sitting not far from him.

“Then you stay here, I will go to class now,” muttered Miki, lowered my head

kaori Jihi.

“But Miki-chan.. I know, know,” Kaori said, then, after seeing Miki's serious face. Kaori stood up, “Sakuragi Key was supposed to be in charge,” Kaori played her tone. “Because I saw it fall.”

Miki laughed, little. “You're like crazy.”

“You must take care of your eyes,” shouted a cameraman.

Sakuragi Key then approached in front of them. “You okay?” tanyakanya.

“Considered? Do I look okay? I made my knees bleed and you just ignored me,” protested Kaori.

“It wasn't me who made you fall,” muttered the popular actor, “ada can I help you with?” added later.

Kaori nodded. “You took me to class?”

Miki could see the man Kaori had called Kyo snorting.

“You are very heavy. I'll break my back.”

“Actor this is so disrespectful, isn't it?” Kaori looked at Miki who just shrugged. “Then, if you can't, just get acquainted with my friend.”

Miki pinched Kaori's arm.

“Don't I know him? Arai-san right? The student who got hit by the ball that day,” Kyo said, trying to remember. “It's true.”

“So? So Kyo-oni still remembers it,” Kaori muttered. He cleared his throat, "but from now on, call him Miki.”

“Kaori..” hiss Miki. “What are you doing?”

Kyo touched the back of his neck. He sighed, seemingly giving up, “You're classmates right? Ok, Miki, nice to meet you.”

“Eh?” Miki was wrong. He then bowed. “Ayo, Kaori,” said and took Kaori. “Wah, you were great Kaori,” Miki muttered as they moved away. “Although not exactly the same as I imagined, you successfully brought us.”

Kaori nodded, smiling proudly. “Miki-neesan can use me.”

Do I have to say, today is a made-up meeting? Or destiny? It is impossible to make the second choice. Of course me and Kaori have made this meeting. Thank you for acting shameless Kaori. Mickey.*