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PART 14 - FUJIMOTO - JUNE 18TH
"HE THOUGHT YOU WERE MY BROTHER?!" I roared with laughter. Yossi glared at me. We were standing in her kitchen cleaning up the dishes from dinner.
"So much for the dark hair making me girly, huh?" she muttered.
"Nah, he was just too stunned at the wonder that is Fujimoto Miki," I replied with a straight face. She swatted my butt with the dishtowel, but said nothing. "Is it bugging you?" I asked, turning away from the sink to look at her.
"A little bit, yeah," she admitted. "I mean, I know I can act like an old man, but..."
"It's your boobs."
"Excuse me?" she blinked. I poked her right breast with my soapy finger.
"Your boobs, darling. Your sports bra makes them nonexistent, especially in those tracksuits you're so fond of. Wear a normal bra for once and voila, insta-girl." Yossi looked down at her chest thoughtfully.
"You know, you're right..."
"Of course I'm right!" I declared. "I am the wonder that is Fujimoto Miki!"
"You know, for as much as you rag on Sayu, you really do act an awful lot like her sometimes," she mused. I turned and glared fiercely at her.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," I said very slowly.
"Uh, yeah, let's go with that," she laughed nervously. Suddenly, the sound of "Aisu Cream to My Purin" filled the air. We both stared at each other in confusion. Yossi's eyes narrowed and she walked over to her cell phone lying on the table.
"Freaking Rika," she muttered as she picked it up. "Hello?.... Ok.... Yeah, I'll tell her... Ok, thanks."
"Who was that?"
"Security guy. He's stationed outside just in case. Since it's already dark, they want you to stay here all night in case someone tries to follow you home. Didn't think you'd mind." I grinned at her. "I think I'm gonna have to move, though," she sighed.
"Can't they just kick him out?" I asked, putting the last dish up to dry and turning off the water.
"Yeah, but the problem is he knows where I live now, so he could tell other people, and then one morning I leave the apartment to find a surge of fanboys demanding to know where 'Miki-sama' is," Yossi replied. I started laughing.
"You have fans, silly."
"True, but mine don't dance around demanding that I punish them," she pointed out. I looked around her neat, stylish apartment.
"This sucks. I like your apartment!" I sighed.
"No, you just dislike yours," she countered.
"That too."
"Why don't you move too, then?" she asked.
"I'm too lazy to find a new place," I replied, plopping down on the couch. She sat down next to me.
"Well, what if I'm finding one?" A slow smile spread across her face and she looked at me expectantly.
"No, it's ok. I mean, you have to find a new place for yourself anyway, so..."
"Miki, I'm asking if you want to move into an apartment together."
"Oh..." I trailed off. "OH!" She started laughing. "Wait, seriously?"
"Seriously. You practically live here anyway."
"You really think that's a good idea?" I asked slowly.
"You don't?" She said, sounding surprised. "I thought you'd be all for it. We don't have to, I mean, it was just an idea."
"No, no, no, no... don't misunderstand me. I think it's the best idea you've had in a long time - "
"Really? What was the last one?" Yossi interrupted.
"Whipped cream."
"Ah, yes," she nodded, a faraway look in her eyes.
"But! I've been told my hands have a tendency to wander a bit - "
"A bit?"
"And!" I continued, ignoring her. "I'm not sure if you'd ever be able to leave the apartment."
"Miki," she groaned, giving me a warning look. I laughed and grabbed her hand. I kissed the palm and held it against my cheek.
"I'd love to," I said softly. She moved her hand to the back of my neck and brought my lips to hers.
About fifteen minutes later, I stuck my head out of the front door and gestured the security guy over.
"Yes ma'am?" he said quietly.
"Earlier, when I thought I would be leaving, I played a bit of a practical joke on Yoshizawa," I replied.
"Ok."
"I kind of hid a bunch of fake snakes all over her apartment."
"Oh my. Does she not like snakes?"
"Hates them with an undying passion. Anyway, so, um, if you hear screaming or anything like that coming from the apartment... don't worry about it. It's probably just the snakes."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, returning back to his post. I shut the front door and cackled silently to myself before shedding my bathrobe and returning back to the bedroom.
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