Memory Lane [Already Busukan]

3 - Megane No Otoko

"Ku-chan, there's your friend in front" said the mother. She was seen from the makeup mirror, appearing on the door of the room that was wide open while her daughter was tying her hair. "Yes I'll be right down" Kurumi said.

After I made sure the appearance is simple: only a white sweater combined with a black skirt plaid motif. Soon Kurumi snatched the prepared sling bag with her wallet and cell phone inside. Then go down the stairs quickly.

"Ittekimasu!" the thrill passed out of the house. My mother's voice faintly replied. There was a tall young man waiting across the fence. "I didn't think you were coming to my house. I'm sorry I just decided last night without knowing where we're going to meet, plus we don't have any numbers or email addresses to call," ringis Kurumi realized how reckless she was.

"Yes, that's who you are" said Ken flatly. "Give me your cell phone," the man asked as he raised his hand. Kurumi scratched the bag, and gave the phone to the 180s tall man who was walking alongside her.

"That's my number and my email." Kurumi receives back her phone following the contact name Miura Kentaro plastered on the screen. "Thank you" said Kurumi.

Not felt after walking ten minutes to the station and take the train for fifteen minutes crammed, until Kurumi's tiny nose had to hit the chest of Ken's field, finally they had entered the electronic center city, Akibahara.

The game store they went to seemed to have a decent queue. Today is the release of the latest game cassette that fans have been waiting for, including the girl and Ken.

"Do you think we're going to part?" kurumi asked while looking back. At one time, the sundere man was in line, but why now disappeared? "Where's he going?" he murmured while throwing a glance around inside the shop. A flash of Kurumi's gaze caught Kentaro's stature flashed from behind the shelf. Kurumi let out a sigh of relief.

Thirty minutes later, Kurumi finally managed to get her favorite game cassette. He approached Ken who was standing by the shop door with a paper bag in hand. "I think you're lost where. What did you buy? Action figures?" Kurumi lowered her head to look inside the man's parcel.

"Stocks were limited so I chose to buy them and cancelled my intention for the game tapes" Kentaro said. "Ikou," he asked. Kurumi follows Ken in the middle of a sea of humans. He laughed about the little things until he grazed into the past.

"Are? Ken? Kurumi?" Question-pitched calls are heard, immediately the step of the name owner stopped reflex. Not far in front of them, a man in a brown coat was seen sitting on his feet on the sidewalk fence, his left palm open greeting them with a distinctive grin.

"Rui," Ken's hiss looked upset. "ahaha! Your face is always unfriendly. Smile like me sometimes." Rui laughed crisply. "ah! You two... are on a date?" his original guess made the two of them flinch. Ken elegantly lifted his glasses. "Chigau, we just bought game tapes together" Ken denied.

***

"Why do you keep grinning like a horse?" Kentaro's innuendo is aimed at Rui sitting across from the table where they had lunch at a nearby cafe.

"hee? can't it?" reply Rui relaxed then put in her fries. "I'm taking photoshoots around here and it's time for a lunch break. Ah by the way Kurumi, I didn't expect to see you again. You went to school in Oukirin, right?" her question turned to the girl beside Ken. Soon Kurumi kept the juice straw away from her lips then replied, "right. Wait, where did you know my name? And who are you?"

Silent moment. Rui's petals blinked once while her mind was stunned. As if Kurumi's question is somewhat strange as hearing a turtle can run. Kentaro felt the same, but he used this opportunity to collect his promise on the bus last night.

"Kurumi, I'm waiting for you to tell me about your departure without informing us for two years. Even your family seems to be hiding something from me." The demands Kentaro revealed left Kurumi silent for a few seconds. Since yesterday he was confused by strangers who had absolutely nothing in his brain memory, but they seemed to know him well.

"Look, I really don't understand. But you need to know, if three months ago, right before I returned to Japan, I had an accident that resulted in an injury to my head. I was given mild amnesia by a doctor."

No one had taken a vote after hearing Kurumi's words, defending herself strongly. Then Kentaro's right hand on the table moved to push the frame of his glasses in an elegant style. His expression was already like a detective who got interesting information on his case. He grins.

"Those who met you at school must be confused. Right so?" Kentaro concluded his thought summary. "I think so," said Kurumi.

"Have you met anyone at school?" Rui added a question. "Someone named Rione and Shion," Kurumi answered honestly.

"eeeh? You don't remember all of us? Why is Ken the only one left in your memory? This is not fair!" rui protests. His face was almost made to cry. While Kurumi who saw the childish reaction of the brilliant hazel-eyed man before her felt clumsy to respond.

"I don't know either." Scratching cheeks using the index while grimacing. "Let's just tell them about this." Kentaro. "And we started everything from the beginning. I'm sure Ren would say so too."

"Then introduce, my name is Hanamiya Rui. A model as well as a handsome actor from the Oukirin school." Gently raised by Kurumi's hand in front of her distinctive face, the man's elbow pressed against the surface of the table. "We've been close friends since kindergarten" he said, then kissed Kurumi's hands. He looks like a seductive man now. The attitude that Kentaro thought was more and more disgusting, made him have to grunt disgustedly. Then quickly pull Kurumi's hand from Rui's grasp. "Stop!" ken said a little sternly. "Kurumi can't be touched like that!"

Rui was stunned to get the protective attitude shown by the number-brained man. "Hey? I'm like this only to Ku-chan! Because she's our princess, isn't she?" Rui's lip line covered the sweet smile until her eyes almost disappeared.

Waita minute. If the man named Rui, became an actor and went to school in Oukirin, did not rule out the possibility that the 'Rui' that Risa had talked about on the roof of the school was the person in front of him? Oh no Kurumi... You promised yourself not to get in touch with this kind of man! mess his mind up noisily.

Another denial also arises and continues to suggest that, there must be another name Rui in the school besides the man. In short, Kurumi could only hope that this Rui in front of her was not the guy Risa meant to be.

***

The hallway corridor that had seemed empty, suddenly crowded with the roar of the students. "That's Rui!!!!" The cry of a girl from outside the class was like the whistle of the referee until it sounded to the ears of Kurumi who had not been sitting in her chair for long.

"Hay, we meet again" he said. Whether this was a nightmare or not, it was clear that Kurumi had risen with great sadness at seeing this unimaginable fact.

"You're my class?" Standing face to face without knowing the strange highlight emanating from the girls behind Rui. "Do you expect us to be in class?" Rui's reply was quite annoying for Kurumi. "Hey, don't get your face so serious. I'm just kidding." His words were connected with the smile of his five fingers. "My class is next door. I'm in class with Ren and Shion. While Rione and Jiro are in C." The man with both hands in his pants pocket was snitching.

" Ren, Jiro, I've never met them." While staring at the foot of the table blankly, Kurumi's voice muttered low. Secretly both corners of Rui's lips were drawn thinly. "You'll meet them soon." At that time Kurumi could feel the touch of a large palm over her head. Rui rubbed it short. "I go first" he said. He walked away from the class relaxed. Without knowing his departure also brings oxygen to the students who witnessed every moment they both in front of the class. Tightness of the chest and the self-righteousness become one. Now, similar questions are created in each other's minds. Who, and what is the relationship between the two of them?

***

Crowded. Even a sweep of Kurumi's gaze barely found an empty table among the disciples in this canteen. He was sculpting while carrying a tray filled with food after waiting in line quite long. Until then the wave of someone's hand attracted Kurumi's attention. Visible face like Risa as if inviting her to approach.

For a moment Kurumi looked puzzledly around, perhaps not her being called there. But Risa nodded as Kurumi pointed to herself. Soon he pulled a step toward the girl's desk and appeared to have been filled with two other students, whom he had not yet known. "Here, sit here!" said Risa. Kurumi sat down on the chair next to Risa.

"Introduce them, my friends" he said. He looked at them in front of him. "I'm Shinoya." He greeted me kindly. "I'm Naomi. The three of us are classmates, Kurumi-san," Naomi explained with a pleasant smile. "Would you like karaoke next week? We're short of one more."

"I don't think it's bad. I'll come along."

"The plan, Rui also participated in loh~" added Shinoya.

***

Sticking out a hand, a grain of water instantly fell wetting it. A moderate drizzle kept Kurumi held back longer at school for not carrying an umbrella. While it's night. It was not rain, he thought. Even if he walked towards the stop, his clothes would not be as wet as a shower. Simply use the bag instead of an umbrella. So the choice to break through the webs of water falling from the sky was his intention.

But just a few steps away from the school lobby, Kurumi felt no more drizzle on the bag-protected head. Instead he saw the footsteps of the shoes that walked in rhythm beside him.

Kurumi slowly turned her head, and the firm jaw of a man became her net object. The man's right hand held the umbrella until they were under the same umbrella. But, who? That was the question drawn on Kurumi's innocent expression as she stared at the figure of the man seen from beside her face.

"You get sick easily when it's raining" the young man said to whom. Because he said it with his face straight forward.

No, he felt like he had seen the man before. If not, it's in the library. Secretly his feelings turned wary.

"Look in," he ordered. The door of the car was opened by the driver standing nearby. The car was waiting in front of the school gate.

"Thank you for the umbrella. I won't go with strangers" Kurumi said. Then turn the heel intending to the stop. But the check on the wrist managed to stop his steps. "I don't like to be disputed. And we're not strangers if you're not amnesiac, Shimizu Kurumi," pressed the man who instantly made Kurumi pause for a moment. And he let himself get in the car. While the young man gave his umbrella to the driver and slipped up to sit next to Kurumi.

"Where do you want to take me?" The car drove finely through the wet streets of the Tokyo metropolitan city.

"Of course to the house" he said.

***

Finding a house in a quiet state is not a strange thing anymore. At seven in the evening, both parents are still taking care of their work, while the eldest brother has clearly left the country without Kurumi saying goodbye because he has to go to school.

Dropped the body into a soft single-type bed. Both feet dangled to the floor and hands were stretched out. The ceiling of the room became his eye view. His mind recalls the events of a few minutes ago how he got home with a million questions in his head.

"You.... know my house?" A bag of question pieces were filed one at the man on the side when the car stopped right at the gate of the house, whereas Kurumi had never said the address.

"I told you, we know each other very well." Ren's words actually add to the chain of questions in Kurumi's brain and she looks at the man dumbfounded. "You... who?" The young man's lip line extended a thin smile, then turned his head elegantly, from where Kurumi was sitting could see there was an unfathomable glint of eyes inside the shady jewel before him. For a moment Kurumi held her breath.

"It's obvious, isn't it? I'm Mikazuki Ren whom you've known since childhood."

"Mikazuki Ren...why are so many of my little friends so mysterious?" frustrated muttering. "Wait, then, those photos...are they?" Instantly he got up, stood observing the picture frame displayed on the wall of the mattress. There were six men dressed in yukata with him among them, fireworks in the back. Is beautiful. The photo has been around since Kurumi returned to this house after two years in America.

The ringing of a cell phone from the study table was heard filling his quiet room as he pursued a photo of the last-goal.

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