Alright, this part is from Miki's POV. Most of this is backstory, which an evil Fujimoto twist.
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I don't get how she puts up with it. And by it I mean Makoto Ogawa. If I had someone following me around 24/7, I'd go nuts. I mean, seriously. She's like Yoshizawa's shorter, chubbier little shadow. She's even showed up at Gatas practices once or twice before, watching from the sidelines and cheering everyone on.
I guess Yossi's too nice to tell her to bugger off. Either that, or she actually knows about the little crush Ogawa has on her. Nobody was really that surprised; being subtle isn't exactly Makoto's forte. If only she knew what the real Hitomi Yoshizawa was like, the one that not many people have seen.
I'll admit, there had always been an attraction there between she and I. When the Gatas team was formed, we got to spend even more time together and practices and training. There were times when I caught her sneaking glances at me when we were getting changed into our uniforms.
But Yossi was off-limits. All because of one Rika Ishikawa. Which to this day still baffles me, because they've both said themselves that they'd never date each other or want each other as a boyfriend or girlfriend. But it's true, they're very much a couple. They have been for a few months now, actually. Not everybody knows - it's mostly just the senior members and myself, only because I caught them one night. But that's another story.
So Rika and Yossi are together, and if I were the romantic type I'd go so far as to say that they're cute together. If I were actually, y'know, into that sort of relationship. Because that's what they have - a relationship. What Yossi and I have - had - was just a one-time thing. And we both paid for it, too.
I won't get into the details - use your imaginations - but one night after a particularily stressful Gatas practice... Maybe I sort of started it... but that ngiht, Yoshizawa sort of forgot she had a girlfriend.
Believe me, I was just as shocked as anyone. Well, maybe I wasn't at the time since it was sort of hard to even think of Ishikawa... but after we'd finally managed to regain our senses, that's when the realization hit.
Fuck. Ishikawa is going to fucking kill me. Not that she could, but she'd make my life a living hell.
We didn't say a word as we got dressed and went back to the hotel. I tried not to think about it as I sat there alone in my room, skin still tingling from her touch. I have to say there was only a tiny part of me that felt guilty about what had just happened. But when I answered the knock on my hotel room door minutes later, that all changed.
The only time I've ever seen Yossi cry was at Nakazawa-san's graduation. Back when I was a Morning Musume fan and bought the concert DVD since my parents wouldn't let me go to the concert by myself. She's so tough on the exterior and always cracks jokes to lighten the mood whenever it's serious.
She sat down on my bed without an invitation and just started crying. Not like hysterically or anything, but tears that just escaped from the corners of her eyes continually, staining her cheeks. For a while she didn't even say anything - I guess she was trying to figure out what to say.
"That was a mistake," she managed to get out finally.
Maybe it was, but I wondered just how much she actually regretted it.
"Fujimoto, what the fuck were you trying to do?! No, don't even answer that. Why the fuck were you doing it to me?!" She was pissed now. Livid. At herself, me, or a combination of both? I didn't answer her, and that just made her even more angry. "What the hell am I supposed to do now? What do I tell Rika?"
I rolled my eyes in frustration. "I don't know, but if you keep yelling, she'll find out soon enough."
For a moment, I thought she was going to hit me. Her hands were clenched into fists and she stood up in front of me, the few inches in height difference making it maybe slightly intimidating. But she just shook her head and left, slamming the door behind her.
She told her that night. I know because Yossi told me the next day when we were on our way to rehearsal. That and because I had the misfortune of being across the hall from their makeup sex.
God, I hate my job.