memoir [The End - 08/15]

[manamin]

Change in perspective!!!    You're torturing us and you're having fun doing it, aren't you? 

 

And I encouraged her! The original ending was good.... but I liked this idea better when I got a phone call asking about it.   

* Manamin runs away before JFC can start pointing that kira kira pointy shiny shiny knife at her

[JFC]

^ NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII?!?!?!??! YOU DID WHAT?!?!????!???!?










 

[arina_shinh]

this is not the ending right? right? right???????~~~~!!!!

[almond]

the hell? she claims Yossie kissed Her ?
Whoa, new perspective indeed!

A-yep. In the first part, Yossi said she couldn't remember and it was all a big blur, though, so...

What I just posted, 17, was the part before the original ending.

Original ending??? But that means...


...

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Change in perspective!!!    You're torturing us and you're having fun doing it, aren't you? 

 

And I encouraged her! The original ending was good.... but I liked this idea better when I got a phone call asking about it.   

* Manamin runs away before JFC can start pointing that kira kira pointy shiny shiny knife at her

Kira Kira Fuyu no Shiny Shiny Knife!

^ NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII?!?!?!??! YOU DID WHAT?!?!????!???!?

Yep. I always have my evil beta'd. 

this is not the ending right? right? right???????~~~~!!!!

LOL! No, it's not the ending! The ending is part 18! ..well, probably. I might write a little more after that, but it's basically part 18. 

2-II coming up in a few!
 

[almond]

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2-II

I could say I remembered that kiss every day, but that'd be a load of crap.

I mean, seriously, what sort of loser obsess over a single make out session every day of their life?

Oh, but I did think about it. Though I'd definitely had more experienced kissing partners, the sheer desire and intensity of that one time outweighed them all.

When I got that phone call, I thought it was a joke. "Come to Tokyo," they'd said. "Work in the office and prepare for a solo debut."

It took me all of about 10 seconds to decide.



It was my last day of office work when I finally saw you. I had my first show taping the next day and was just finishing up an errand.

"Fujimoto!" my manager called. I walked over with a smile. "Have you met Goto Maki?"

"Not formally! I'm Fujimoto Miki. It's a pleasure to meet you," I said politely as my manager was called away.

"You as well," Goto replied with a smile. "I heard you're doing office work to prepare for your debut?"

"Yeah, my first taping is tomorrow." I was really trying hard to be on my best behavior and had succeeded so far, I thought.

"Well, good luck with that! I remember my first taping..." Goto kept talking, but my brain stopped functioning.

There you were, chatting casually with Yasuda Kei. In a freaking suit no less, with your hair pulled back into a boyish ponytail. You looked over at me and smiled. Did you remember? Did you recognize me? You looked so freaking hot, I just wanted to grab you, throw you down on the nearest flat service, climb on top of you, and just-

"FUJIMOTO!" I jumped. Goto Maki was staring at me, looking very pissed off.

"I'm so sorry, I just zoned out for a minute there." I smiled charmingly. "You know how it is when you get no sleep."

"You seemed more zoned in than zoned out," Goto replied, her eyes narrowing a bit. I raised an eyebrow.

"So what if I was?" I challenged.

"HEY! MAKI!" We both stopped and turned to look at you. "C'mon, it's time to start. Stop trying to get into character with that office girl and let's GO." Maki grinned and ran over. She smirked at me and followed you into the studio.

"I'd break your nose, but it looks like someone beat me to it," I muttered to myself before going back to work.

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Before I get murdered, I'd like to say that I adore Goto and think she's hot as hell.

[cool_kickin_dude]

I perfectly agree with that, Gottsan is hot as hell.

Love the fic, BTW. Keep it up!

[katatsumuri]

So Maki's dressed as Fumimaro-san, and they'll be filming the episode with Kemeko as the stalker?

[JFC]

So Maki's dressed as Fumimaro-san, and they'll be filming the episode with Kemeko as the stalker?

From the way Miki describes how Yossi's dressed, this takes place when they're filming the "Mr. Moonlight" PV.

I could say I remembered that kiss every day, but that'd be a load of crap.

I mean, seriously, what sort of loser obsess over a single make out session every day of their life?

Oh, but I did think about it. Though I'd definitely had more experienced kissing partners, the sheer desire and intensity of that one time outweighed them all.

Goddamn that's hot!

There you were, chatting casually with Yasuda Kei. In a freaking suit no less, with your hair pulled back into a boyish ponytail. You looked over at me and smiled. Did you remember? Did you recognize me? You looked so freaking hot, I just wanted to grab you, throw you down on the nearest flat service, climb on top of you, and just-

Correction. THAT is dayum hawt!

"HEY! MAKI!" We both stopped and turned to look at you. "C'mon, it's time to start. Stop trying to get into character with that office girl and let's GO." Maki grinned and ran over. She smirked at me and followed you into the studio.

"I'd break your nose, but it looks like someone beat me to it," I muttered to myself before going back to work.

Oh snap, jealous Mikitty!

[katatsumuri]

So Maki's dressed as Fumimaro-san, and they'll be filming the episode with Kemeko as the stalker?

From the way Miki describes how Yossi's dressed, this takes place when they're filming the "Mr. Moonlight" PV.

*dohz* 

[almond]

No time to reply to each lovely comment, but, yes Maki's hot, it was the Mr Moonlight PV shoot, and I lurve you all 

Ok, here we go!

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3-II


I've only ever told one other person about you. Anyone else just kind of happened upon us. You were like my secret - it seemed more special if I was the only one holding that knowledge. But damn if you didn't piss me off when you kept ignoring me, acting like you'd never laid eyes on me before much less literally laid on me.

"What is wrong with you today?" Aya asked, turning the movie off. I groaned and leaned back on the couch.

"Just stupid stuff," I replied. "What did you want to do now?" She looked thoughtful.

"Truth or Dare!"

"Are you serious? I always kick your ass at Dare," I laughed.

"That's true. How about The Ayaya and Mikitty Q&A Session Extravaganza?"

"Is this a new Hello! Morning segment I don't know about?"

"I'm serious!" Aya complained, swatting my leg. "You never tell me anything."

"Fine. Ask away and I'll answer, but keep in mind that I can do the same to you."

"Fine!"

....

"Aya?"

"I'm thinking!" I rolled my eyes. "Ok! Who's your least favorite person we work with?"

"Yoshizawa Hitomi," I glowered. Aya looked shocked.

"Really?! I've never had any problems with her. She's a bit weird, but... huh. What'd she ever do to you?"

"I never said anything about follow-up questions being ok." Aya stuck her tongue out at me.

"Uhhh... Oh! How did you ever get Goto to stop being so mad at you?"

"I made out with her," I replied cooly. Aya burst out laughing.

"Are you serious? When?"

"After that Utaban appearance. We shared a cab and I convinced her to share more than that."

"You are such an ass!"

"Yep," I replied, taking the opportunity to grab Aya's breast.

"Have you ever had sex?" she asked, ignoring my busy hands. Party pooper.

"Nope."

"How-"

"Have you?" I asked. She blushed.

"Not exactly."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Hey! No follow up questions!" she said so defensively I couldn't help but laugh. "Who was your first kiss? No! Scratch that, those are always boring. Who was your first make-out session with?"

"Oh look!" I exclaimed, sitting up. "There's a television! Let's watch the television, Aya!"

"Mikiiii," she scolded.

"Do I hafta?" I whined.

"Yes."

"Maaaaaaaaaaaan," I groaned.

"What are you, five? Out with it!"

"Fine! It was Yoshizawa! Happy?" Aya stared at me with her mouth hanging open so wide that it gave me a sneaking suspicion what that 'not exactly' had meant.

"You're KIDDING! I'd heard she was a player, but how did she get you so fast?"

"No follow up questions!"

"Uh-uh! That demands explanation!" I made a face.

"Remember how I auditioned for Morning Musume.?" Aya nodded. "Well, I made it to the semi-finals and, well, long story short, I got myself locked in a closet with Yoshizawa."

"That's insane!" she exclaimed. "So you jumped her in typical Fujimoto fashion?"

"Nooooo, not exactly. She, uh, kinda..." I could feel my cheeks flushing at the memory. "Um, made the first move, I guess?"

"Someone out Miki'd Miki!?"

"You suck."

"Wow. So, what, you got here and she's all 'whatever'? Is that why you can't stand her?" My eyes narrowed.

"She hasn't said a word. Acts like she's never seen me before. She's had her hand up my skirt and acts like I'm a complete stranger."

"Maybe she doesn't remember?" I rolled my eyes.

"Please. No one's that dense." We fell into silence as I stared moodily out the window.

"Sorry," Aya said finally.

"I'm bored," I replied.

"Want to make out again?" she asked. I shrugged.

"Sure, why not."

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[JFC]

I've only ever told one other person about you. Anyone else just kind of happened upon us. You were like my secret - it seemed more special if I was the only one holding that knowledge. But damn if you didn't piss me off when you kept ignoring me, acting like you'd never laid eyes on me before much less literally laid on me.

Really? She actually told someone else about how she liked Yossi?

...

Must be Aya.

"What did you want to do now?" She looked thoughtful.

"Truth or Dare!"

"Are you serious? I always kick your ass at Dare," I laughed.

"That's true. How about The Ayaya and Mikitty Q&A Session Extravaganza?"

"Is this a new Hello! Morning segment I don't know about?"

That's probably because when Miki dares Aya, it's probably something either ecchi, evil, or otherwise inappropriate.

MAN I would have loved to see that as an H!M segment!

"Ok! Who's your least favorite person we work with?"

"Yoshizawa Hitomi," I glowered. Aya looked shocked.

"Really?! I've never had any problems with her. She's a bit weird, but... huh. What'd she ever do to you?"

Okay, if Miki DID tell Aya, this part of the conversation obviously takes place before that happens.  As Miki herself stated, she's frustrated that she's got these warm and fuzzy feelings for Yossi, yet Yossi can't seem to give Miki the time of day. Mind you, Miki doesn't know that Yossi has absolutely NO idea that she's the same girl that she made out with in that closet during their auditions.

"Uhhh... Oh! How did you ever get Goto to stop being so mad at you?"

"I made out with her," I replied cooly. Aya burst out laughing.

"Are you serious? When?"

"After that Utaban appearance. We shared a cab and I convinced her to share more than that."

NOICE! Bravo Mikitty!

"You are such an ass!"

"Yep," I replied, taking the opportunity to grab Aya's breast.

"Have you ever had sex?" she asked, ignoring my busy hands. Party pooper.

I don't know what's more interesting, the fact that Miki's got a handful of Ayaboob or the fact that Aya appears to be completely ignoring it. 

"Have you?" I asked. She blushed.

"Not exactly."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Hey! No follow up questions!" she said so defensively I couldn't help but laugh.

EEEHHHHH??

"Who was your first kiss? No! Scratch that, those are always boring. Who was your first make-out session with?"

"Oh look!" I exclaimed, sitting up. "There's a television! Let's watch the television, Aya!"

"Mikiiii," she scolded.

"Do I hafta?" I whined.

"Yes."

"Maaaaaaaaaaaan," I groaned.

"What are you, five? Out with it!"

"Fine! It was Yoshizawa! Happy?"

Whoa, there you go. The cat's out of the bag.   Though considering the vibe that their questions have had up to this point, it shouldn't be that surprising to Miki. Aya likely would have asked this question sooner or later.

Aya stared at me with her mouth hanging open so wide that it gave me a sneaking suspicion what that 'not exactly' had meant.

OH BURN!!! 

"Wow. So, what, you got here and she's all 'whatever'? Is that why you can't stand her?" My eyes narrowed.

"She hasn't said a word. Acts like she's never seen me before. She's had her hand up my skirt and acts like I'm a complete stranger."

"Maybe she doesn't remember?" I rolled my eyes.

"Please. No one's that dense." We fell into silence as I stared moodily out the window.

Hey, this is Hello! Project we're talking about. You'd be surprised.

"Sorry," Aya said finally.

"I'm bored," I replied.

"Want to make out again?" she asked. I shrugged.

"Sure, why not."

Hot dayum.

[ChiruChaCha]

Hey, MyDearYossi, where is the pic on the right of your sig from? Is it photoshoped? It doesn't look so, though...

[almond]

Much like my car at a stop sign with a line of traffic behind me, my brain has stalled on part 5-II!

I'm waiting for manamin to get off work so she can help me out with it. I don't want to put 4-II up until at least 5-II is done, so... hence the lack of update today. 

[rndmnwierd]

I've had a lot to catch up on. And you suck! Leaving a damn cliffhanger on Yossui's part like that. Gawd. But damn I'm addicted.

[JFC]

^ That's okay. My brain can use the rest.

[almond]

Lurve to manamin! 
5-II is finished! I'm going to try and write a little more before posting 4-II, so I'm guessing that'll be up tomorrow.

Given poor JFC's reaction, maybe I'll cut down to once-a-day updates. 

[JFC]

You can do once-a-day updates if you like, but maybe give a one-day break every few days?

[MyDearYossi]

Hey, MyDearYossi, where is the pic on the right of your sig from? Is it photoshoped? It doesn't look so, though...

The pic is from Sexy 8 Beat concert And no, it's not photoshopped. Lucky those who were able to see that on the  concert   I think I saw it also in Yossi's Official Picture Thread.

Anyway *sits and wait for update*

[almond]

Sorry to keep you all waiting. I'm cutting back on how hyperactively frequent my updates are, so I won't be posting 5-II until tomorrow after work at the earliest.

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4-II


I distinctly remember standing in the hallway for about 20 minutes. I was not looking forward to this conversation, but it had to be done.

I knocked softly on your door. I think I was secretly hoping you were a heavy sleeper so I could run off. No such luck. The door opened almost immediately.

"For the last freaking time," you groaned, looking up at the ceiling. "I do not want to go for a damn run. Yes, I like being the token chunky one, and no, I don't want to talk about it. Ok?" I blinked several times.

"Good to know," I finally replied, wondering if you were on some sort of medication. You startled and looked down at me.

"Um, you're not Yaguchi." No, really? Do I look like a bleach-blonde midget?

"Nope."

"It's been a while. How've you been, Fujimoto?" How've I been? Since when? Since Kouhaku or since you made me feel like the most desirable woman on the planet or since you've been ignoring me?

"Just dandy," I replied. I stood there, waiting to be invited in.

"...can I help you with something? It's like 5 am," you said finally. I looked you up and down, a realization dawning on me. I mean, I knew you'd been wearing baggier clothes and all, but looking at you in your little tank top and pajama pants combination, it was apparent that something funky was going on.

"Damn, when did you stop caring? Last time I saw you, you were hot," I blurted out without thinking. I know. Me, talking without thinking. Shocker.

"...ok, good night," you replied, starting to shut the door. Dammit. I stuck my arm out to block the door.

"Sorry, wait."

"What?" you sighed dramatically.

"Can I come in and talk to you for a minute?" You groaned and opened the door, mock bowing as I walked by. I walked over to your couch and sat down on it. I studied your face, trying to figure out what could have gotten you to this state. There was an air of defeat about you, like the world was against you and you'd given up fighting. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Concentrate, Miki!

"Well, there's something you should know," I said at last.

"Ok?"

"It was just decided yesterday that I'd be joining Morning Musume. along with whoever wins the audition," I explained.

"...well, shit," you replied, sitting down next to me. I lifted my head and stared at you. You *did* remember, you jackass! Why else would you say those same words to me?

"Exactly," I said carefully. "We have some... issues to discuss." You stared at me like I was speaking in ancient Greek. "...you know?"

"I honestly have no idea what you are talking about," you said at last. My jaw dropped in shock. You could not be serious. Were you having some sort of sleep-deprived memory lapse? Did you just not remember the incident at all?

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Uh, yes?" You looked even more confused. "Ok, you cannot look like that. You dragged ME out of bed at the crackass of dawn and then started being all mysterious about some 'issue'. Could I at least get a hint?" A hint? You want a hint? Fine! Here's your damn hint.

I unceremoniously grabbed you and kissed you. Hard.

I could tell you were surprised, but that quickly faded. You returned the kiss and had started to push back against me, when suddenly you pulled away and jumped too your feet. I looked up at you. There it was. Your eyes were darting around nervously, but in them was that same desire from so many years ago.

Advantage: Miki.

"I, um, I don't, uh, quite know what that was about, but if this is about your, uh," you were babbling. I was distracted and didn't listen. You obviously did not remember that day or somehow just hadn't figured out it was me or was just a completely dense dumbass. Or all three. But I didn't care because there were more pressing matters at hand.

Mainly the fact that your shirt strap had slipped off your shoulder and was giving me quite a fantastic view of your right breast. I couldn't help it. A smirk slowly spread across my face as I blatantly ogled the free show presenting itself.

Then my little peep show was gone. You had apparently noticed and moved your shirt back into place and even went as far as to cover your chest with a couch pillow. I laughed. Like a freaking pillow could stop me.

"Ok, then, well, sorry to bother you," I snickered, making my way over to the door.

"What?"

"Nevermind," I replied, smiling. I wasn't mad anymore. You seriously did not remember. And that look in your eyes... I had a chance again. I paused, my hand resting on the doorknob. "Oh, and I'm sorry about earlier. I was wrong. You may not care anymore, but you're still hot." You turned bright red as I sauntered out of the apartment, waving nonchalantly to a very confused and curious Yaguchi Mari on my way down the hall.


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[JFC]

I distinctly remember standing in the hallway for about 20 minutes. I was not looking forward to this conversation, but it had to be done.

I knocked softly on your door. I think I was secretly hoping you were a heavy sleeper so I could run off. No such luck. The door opened almost immediately.

Ah, so Miki actually really wanted to get things "out in the open" so to speak.  After that conversation with Aya, I wonder if maybe Miki started to wonder if Yossi may have, in fact, forgotten about the closet incident. Either that, or maybe she just wanted to be up front with Yossi and let her know how she felt about it herself.

"...can I help you with something? It's like 5 am," you said finally. I looked you up and down, a realization dawning on me. I mean, I knew you'd been wearing baggier clothes and all, but looking at you in your little tank top and pajama pants combination, it was apparent that something funky was going on.

"Damn, when did you stop caring? Last time I saw you, you were hot," I blurted out without thinking. I know. Me, talking without thinking. Shocker.

Hey, it's "tough love". Sometimes it's needed.

"I, um, I don't, uh, quite know what that was about, but if this is about your, uh," you were babbling. I was distracted and didn't listen. You obviously did not remember that day or somehow just hadn't figured out it was me or was just a completely dense dumbass. Or all three.

I'll go with Option D, final answer.

But I didn't care because there were more pressing matters at hand.

Mainly the fact that your shirt strap had slipped off your shoulder and was giving me quite a fantastic view of your right breast. I couldn't help it. A smirk slowly spread across my face as I blatantly ogled the free show presenting itself.

Point: Miki. 

"Nevermind," I replied, smiling. I wasn't mad anymore. You seriously did not remember. And that look in your eyes... I had a chance again. I paused, my hand resting on the doorknob. "Oh, and I'm sorry about earlier. I was wrong. You may not care anymore, but you're still hot."

In the end, it might be better this way. A fresh start...another chance to make a good "first impression" so to speak.