I was burned out from trying to write Headliners too fast and the chapters I was writing were just awful. So here is this thing instead; an Emi-logue that takes place once Hisao and Emi are attending their second year at university,
Emi-logue
"I'm back!" Hisao shouts from the other side of the apartment as I hear the door shut.
"Afternoon." I greet him as I wander past him into the kitchen. "How was nerd club?" I hear him sigh in exasperation before answering.
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Nerd club was incredibly boring today. How about you?"
"Hands on." I wink, then realize that i'm looking inside the fridge instead of at Hisao. He reaches past me and grabs a box of orange juice before taking a swig straight from the bottle.
"What do you mean by hands on?" He asks, wiping his lacking facial hair free of juice.
"I am studying physical therapy you know?" I close the fridge and stare at Hisao. He goes bright red before speaking again.
"Hands on? With who?" His voice is meek and quiet.
"I'm just joking Hisao, we just studied it. I learned a lot about back massages." I offer with a giggle, he sighs and punches me in the arm while mumbling and beginning to root through the freezer. "You're cooking tonight?"
"Damn right I am!" His voice is muffled by various frozen foods, but still manages to reach me. "You cook for us far too often."
"Cook something tasty then!" I wink as I step into the hallway and towards the bathroom. I swing the door open and lay eyes on the bathtub, the reason we ended up buying this apartment in the first place. I spin the taps and search around for my shampoo. Luckily I manage to find my favorite strawberry shampoo and body wash before the tub is full. I spin the taps back and sit on the edge of the bath, removing my prosthetics and making sure nothing is messed up down there, luckily I'm in the clear though. I've gotten surprisingly good at checking them myself after my first year without a nurse ready to check me up at a moment notices, even if he was an ass. With the though of Yamaku running through my mind I lower myself into to tub, feeling the warm waves of relaxation run over me.
I remember my first days at Yamaku, though they're cloudy in my mind now. Meeting Rin and then Hisao later on, joining the track team, being in a wheelchair. Eugh, that took a turn for the worst, at least I haven't been in one since then. It's not that I would have stopped running if I had too, but that Hisao wouldn't let me. He'd hold my running legs hostage until I promised that I wouldn't run until I was okay, how angry I always am and how sorry he always is afterwards. I'm glad he does that to be honest, if not then I'd be cutting my legs up every month.
And here we are; Studying in university, Hisao studying sciences and myself physical therapy. Our Uni's aren't too far apart luckily, so we managed to see each other often, but It wasn't often enough. We agreed to get an apartment at the start of our second year, Hisao and I both asked a classmate if they wanted to get in on it, but both already had housing planned. Hisao has to work a job on top of our grants to pay for it, but he managed to find something that didn't take up too much time; A casheer job at a local coffee shop. He usually works mornings before his classes so he has to get up early and miss our runs half the week, but I make sure to get at least one afternoon run out of him a week. He's gotten pretty good since our Yamaku days.
With my thoughts beginning to run out, I lift myself from the tub and pull over the little stool we bought for this reason exactly, and flop onto it. My damn towels are out of reach though. I lean over as much as I can to reach them, but just end up falling to the ground, making a rather dull thud.
"You okay?" I hear Hisao shout from the kitchen. I don't think he'll ever stop worrying about me falling over since I hit my head on the coffee table, I don't think he understands that being drunk doesn't help balance.
"Just peachy." I return, finally grabbing a towel and throwing it next to me before rolling onto it. As much has Hisao would love to help me out of the bath, I refuse. Besides, he's cooking today. Or at least
attempting to cook, the outcome could go either way. With my hair finally as dry as It can be, I wrap a towel around my torso and get to drying off my legs, I hate having wet prosthetics. Hisao told me that it's a little bit like having wet socks, I suppose that is true. I shrug on the nearest piece of clothing, Hisao's dressing gown that's far to big for me, and make my way back to the kitchen.
"Don't come in here yet, I want it to be a surprise." He shouts. He must have heard my steps; I need to get some stealth legs or something. With a shrug I slap myself onto the sofa and click the television on before flicking through the channels, landing on a news station since I can't be bothered to press the buttons anymore.
"...today a verdict was decided. Hanko Ikezawa has been proven non-guilty after she was involved in an attempted robbery by Mikio Oichi. The jury saw fit for no charges to be pressed. It was stated that Lilly Satou, a freind of Ikezawa's who was out with her for a walk, is legally blind, and could not protect herself, thusly Miss Ikezawa stepped in. In other news...
Oh shit. Hanako Ikezawa. Yep, there is her picture, scars and all. God she looks pale. And there is Lilly too, I hope they're okay, even If I barely ever spoke with them I still feel that we were acquaintances at the least. Before I know it, dinner is served by my very own idiot.
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"We're gonna be late Emi!"
"I'm still not ready!"
"Then I think I have enough time to fix this door frame, I've been meaning to get that done."
"Shush you." I hastily don my earrings and do my last checks in the mirror. Looking good Emi. I swing to door open and take a couple of steps before seeing Hisao. In his suit. Wow.
Wow.
"You should wear a suit more often."
"And you should wear dresses more often." He lights up, and I grab his hand to begin walking him to the door.
"But the door fraaaame" He whines.
"You can fix it tomorrow." I offer as we step into the chilly night air. He pulls his keys and locks the door while I re-adjust my dress. I hate dresses, but Hisao loves them. Or loves me in them. Maybe I should put him in a dress and see what he thinks. Hah. We make our way over the Hisao's car. Though we call the apartment "ours" this car is "Hisao's" He spends far to much time making sure it looks perfect even if it is a cheap, second hand banger. He swipes a leaf from the bonnet before opening my door in an over the top gentlemanly manner. I thank him with a peck on the cheek and slink into the car, and I see that I've left a lipstick mark on him.
"What? what?"
"Nothing." He looks me over for a second before deciding that there are no problems and starts the car. If I leave that there then It'll work like a wedding ring right? Before long we arrive in the city and not long after that we're stepping out of the car, and stood in front of the restaurant that we'd be texted earlier.
"Ladies first." Hisao offers, being a gentleman doesn't suit him.
"Well then what are you waiting for?" I grin, and he scowls before laughing. Once we step inside I become very glad that I insisted we get this dressed up; anything less and we'd be terribly under dressed. A very proper looking waiter sees us to our table, and I see who invited us. She is not dressed for this establishment, but it works.
Her paint covered 3/4 jeans and incredibly baggy beige top, also covered in paint, fit her air incredibly well.
"Hey Rin!" I step over to her, limited by my dress, and pull her into a hug.
"Hello Emi. Hello Hisao." Her usual spaced out, monotone voice hangs in the air.
"Afternoon Rin how are you?" Hisao greets.
"I'm good. Well? I'm well." I disengage our hug and sit down opposite her where Hisao has sat himself.
"You've got a lot to tell me about Rin!" I point a finger in her direction, only barely capturing her attention. "Like what Tokyo is like? And who this boy is?"
"Tokyo is bright, very bright and flashy. Boy is not bright." She says in her usual voice, but the corners of her mouth tug upwards ever so slightly. "I think that's why he's not here yet, but I don't know."
"He better be here or I'll find him." Hisao laughs at me, I guess I don't look like that kind that would break someones kneecaps. Our waiter returns and takes our orders for drinks. I see Hisao wincing at the menu, It must be expensive here. I go for the "chardonnay" that I'm told is like wine, and Hisao goes for a red wine, and they're delivered in almost no time at all. By the time we're through our first glasses, the mystical 1/4 of our double date still hasn't turned up yet. Rin is looking more and more pensive by the minute. I don't want to make her feel bad, but I'm really hungry.
"We should eat." She says out of nowhere, almost stealing the thoughts from my head.
"Are you sure Rin?" Hisao asks, taking on a much softer tone. She nods rather forcefully, I half expected her shrug, but she seems pretty set on the idea. Hisao waves over a waiter and we order, I don't remember what. I know I ended up with another glass of chardonay thought, so I'm happy. As happy as I can be, I can't believe Rin's date stood her up. All I feel is a mixture of disappointment, anger and buzz from alcohol. We sit in almost silence before Hisao strikes up a conversation about Rin's study in Tokyo.
"It's exiting. And tiring. And I hurt my back a lot." She says before sipping at her drink, her drink that has been getting progressively stronger as the night aged.
"Have you been getting it checked?" I ask. "You better have been getting it checked." I add with a finger pointing at her and a pout.
"I don't know." Her voice wanders this time, lacking her usual lack of tone. "I might have? I can't remember-"
"Because you're good at forgetting things right?" Hisao finishes her sentence.
"How did you know?" She asks, and all we can do is laugh. Halfway through our drinks the food arrives, looks like I got some pasta of some form, while Hisao has an enormous pizza and Rin fries and steak that has bee pre cut. She looks at it for a moment before shrugging and grabbing a piece of food with her mouth. Me and Hisao also dig in, but I can't help from noticing the stares. I'd been used to it while we were all in Yamaku, but most people don't expect the girl in very casual wear to begin eating food straight from plate to mouth. I can imagine what they'd look like if Rin had used her feet, that puts a smile on my face. This is some damn good food! Hisao lets me try some of his and vice versa, and I can expect to be taken here far more often; I make that thought clear and Hisao agrees, though I fear for his wallet if we do.
Once we're done we decide to call it a night and Rin agrees to crash at our place. Hisao goes to pay the bill and Rin and I make our way outside. As we step towards the exit, Rin stops dead. I follow her gaze and see a very out of breath boy with tussled silver hair in a rather shoddily donned and Ill fitting suit. Rin looks him in the eyes, until their gazes meet, and then continues walking. He attempts to say something, but I can't make out any of it until we're outside, by the time I can make out "sorry." Rin is looking as down as I've ever seen her. Luckily Hisao rejoins us and I can see that he wants to ask in his eyes, I simply give him a frown and he takes the hint. I throw on some music while we drive, and get back to the apartment in no time. Luckily Hisao only had one glass so he could drive us.
We walk inside and Hisao goes to get out of his suit, and Rin and I take a seat on the couch. I put my arm around her and make sure to speak softly.
"Are you okay Rin?" She thinks for a moment before throwing her top half against me, it takes me a second to realize it's a hug and wrap my arms around her. Her next words are mumbled into my chest.
"I don't think I am. I'm not."