Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Arashi Fanfic : Redundant 02




            He furrowed his eyes when he looked at the number that was calling him was
unknown in his phone, “Who would be calling me?” he wondered alone. The ringing tone and the vibration of it kept on playing with the phone that he was holding in his hand. He felt in his heart pound as he knows that he doesn’t want to pick it up, but somehow he was slightly doubtful if it could be something that was important. He bites his lips lightly, “If it is you, Mr Hiyoshi, I would kill you,” he said as he thought about his manager. He did promise him that he won’t disturb him for the rest of the weekend, but who would care. Matsumoto sighed as he pressed the answer button, “Hello.” he said in a mid tempo tone. He wasn’t happy at all but he guess ths is an exceptional matters.
            “Hello there. Can I speak with Mr. Matsumoto?” he heard the voice that come from the other side speak to him. He sealed his eyes shut as the night was getting deeper, “Yes. What is it?” he replied. The person on the other side smiled slightly. “I am Ninomiya Kazunari from Tokyo Dailylife and I wanted to ask you regarding the proposal of the Prime Mall Anniversary.” he heard the man speak to him.  Matsumoto furrowed his eyebrow. He thought that Mr. Hiyoshi already told them that he doesn’t want to attend that event. Did he even did that he had said to him earlier?! He gripped his first tight, ‘I thought I already say no...’ he said in his heart.
            He was silent for a short time, when he heard the sound of those voices started to speak in his mind again and tormented his heart. ‘Argh! There it goes again!’ he grumbled alone and the person on the other side kept on calling for him. “Hello, Mr. Matsumoto?” the man on the other side said. Matsumoto adjust his position on the couch that he was sitting on as he grabbeb a bottle of plain water on his table and took a sip of it after he opened it. He gulped the water down when he was trying to listen to what the man was talking to him. Matsumoto placed   the bottle down on the table as he leaned back on the couch behind him and nodded his head, “Yeah, this is Matsumoto speaking, and who this is?” he said directly to that person. The person at the other side raised his eyebrow when he listens to what Matsumoto said to him. ‘Damn this guy is pretty rude for a super star.’ he said in his heart.
            He cleared his throat, “Hello, Mr. Matsumoto. I am Ninomiya Kazunari, from Tokyo Daily Life,” he heard the man speak. Matsumoto sighed when he heard the company’s name as at the same time too he could still hear the voices that were disturbing his ear. Matsumoto rolled his eyes, ‘And I thought I already told you to reject these people!’ he grumbled alone in his heart. Matsumoto inhaled a deep breath, grabbing the bottle once again when he took another sip of water. He sighed, “Oh, so what do you want calling me? How did you get my number?” he asked the man straight.
            Ninomiya raised his eyebrow up, ‘Okay. This guy is seriously rude!’ he said in his heart when he heard the tone that was used to him. He wouldn’r be surprise when he got that sort of response from an artist that was on top of the list in Japan at that time. Perhaps he would think that he is the greatest one and everyone else have to obey with what he had said to them. Ninomiya furrowed his eyebrow, ‘I don’t think so that is going to happen on my side...’ he said in his heart when he heard the sound of Matsumoto breathing on the other side. Ninomiya inhaled a deep breath as he leaned back on the couch ht was sitting on before he answer the question that Matsumoto asked him. He smiled slyly.
            “I have my source and I wanted to ask you regarding something,” Ninomiya said to him. Matsumoto rolled his eyes when he took another sip of water before he pays any attention to the phone call he was on. He bite the inner part of his lips, “What is it that you want from me?” he asked Ninomiya and without any hesitation, Ninomiya answered him, “It is regarding the empty proposal for the Prime Mall Anniversary guest artist invitation. Matsumoto heard his question loud and clear but he acts like he didn’t even hear anything at all...
            ‘And I thought I already returned back your proposal unsigned... Was there even anymore question you should be asking me?!’ he said in his heart. Matsumoto sat up straight and answered whoever it was on the line with him mockingly, “Oh. That event.” He said as if he doesn’t know, but he was laughing in his heart with the echoes of people that started to groaned in pain, and whispered to him about their redundant life. Matsumoto inhaled a deep breath as he wondered why he can’t even hear anything good apart from people complaining only. He rolled his eyes as he leaned back once again and feel like he wanted to go to bed. He grabbed the television remote close to him and turned on the television once again as he wanted to  remind whoever it was on the other side that he was busy and not interested in going for the stupid anniversary.
            Ninomiya furrowed his eyebrow when he heard the sound of Matsumoto’s breathing, ‘I don’t care what the hell you are going to tell me. I would still question this issue to you,’ he said in his heart when he was ready to hear his answer. He still won’t give up. Matsumoto snorted a small laughter lightly; Matsumoto changed the television channel when he saw himself performing on the morning show earlier that day, “Oh that matter.” He replied Ninomiya not with an answer that he wanted to hear. Ninomiya nodded his head and spoken, “Yes... It is regar...” but before he could even finished what he wanted to say, Matsumoto cuts him off, “I’m not interested in attending that event.” He replied Ninomiya and it was the end of his answer. Matsumoto gritted his teeth as he only felt like he wanted to go and rest and enjoyed his day off for a few days.
            His mouth fell when he heard Matsumoto’s answer. He gripped his fist that was holding the edge of the proposal letter in his hand. He read the heading of the letter that said that the performance was for the public viewers and also a donation for those homeless kids of Japan, don’t this man have a heart to be doing some charity apart from only care about himself? Fans would be paying their tickets to go and see his performance in that crowded place, and he was sure that this Matsumoto Jun guy would be getting a full reservation for his performance anyway.  Ninomiya inhaled a deep breath before he sighed to ease himself down. He doesn’t want to get infuriated with such ridiculous thing. Ninomiya cleared his throat. “Pardon me?” he asked Matsumoto.
            Matsumoto was playing around with his fingers that was pressing on the next channel button on his remote as the sound that came from his television were disturbing Ninomiya’s thought. It seems like this man really doesn’t bother about anything else apart from himself and how he felt his heart was raging furiously with his behaviour. Matsumoto smiled on his own when he looked at something ridiculous on the television, “I told you, I’m not attending that stupid event,” he said to Ninomiya with an intention in his heart so that this man or anybody from his kind would disturb him anymore. Ninomiya raised his eyebrow and now he understand how it was hard for Miyoko to convince this man to even do something good. Perhaps his heart was cold enough he couldn’t even bother about anything else apart from himself. Ninomiya’s eyes were darting around his empty office as he was still there even though everybody had left that place for almost four hours ago. Ninomiya bite his lips slightly, ‘I still couldn’t give up. It is for those kids...’ he reminded himself when he recalled back he visited those kids previously before he even agree to handle this event.
            “Don’t you even care for those homeless children, Mr. Matsumoto?” he asked him directly, but Matsumoto only rolled his eyes, “I’m sorry, whoever you are,” Matsumoto said, but Ninomiya cuts in, “The name is Ninomiya,” he reminded Matsumoto once again, when Matsumoto chuckled lightly as he changes his gesture on the couch and turned off the television at the end as there isn’t anything interesting to be watching that night. He yawned as he pushed himself up, and how it disgraced Ninomiya to hear him do that when he was on a conversation with somebody.
            “Okay, Mr. Ninomiya. I have my reason for not accepting this. So if you would excuse me, I would like to hung up and take some rest.” He said to Ninomiya. Ninomiya’s jaw fell down as he wasn’t expecting those answer came out from this man’s mouth. “But Mr. Matsumoto..” he wanted to speak but like always, Matsumoto doesn’t care at all, “Take care. Maybe if you still want to discuss about this, you could come and meet me  face to face tomorrow at my apartment if this event seems to be too important for you...” he said to Ninomiya sarcastically. He ran his fingers through his hair as he was making his way to his bedroom and sighed when he heard Ninomiya doesn’t seems to be at ease on the other side. Matsumoto only smiled sarcastically.
            “Oh yeah. The address would be 1, Akasaka, Minato-ku, Tokyo. Number 1309 would be the mine,” he said to Ninomiya and without any hesitation, “Goodbye,” he wished him so long and hung up the phone. Matsumoto groaned as the sound that he could hear in his head was disturbing his mind as well, “Can’t you just shut up and let me sleep for crying out loud?!” he groaned so hard, he put his phone down on the table. Matsumoto undo the jeans he was wearing and took off the t-shirt that he wore earlier for his work and walked towards the bathroom inside his bedroom. He grabbed on the towel that was hung behind his bedroom door and went inside the bathroom. He sighed, “I need to take a bath before my brain finally explode at the end!” he said to himself as he turned on the shower without even closing the bathroom door and took his bath. “I wouldn’t care whoever you are, Mr. Ninomiya. But I still won’t change my mind about this,” he said to himself.

***

            Ninomiya looked at the proposal paper in front of him and how he felt his heart triggers and he wanted to tear those pages apart. He frowned when he recalled back the rude behaviour of that  so call super star towards him. How could he even accept if people wanted to reject his friendly propose in that sort of way. Ninomiya gripped his fist tighter, “How could I ever accept that!” he said harshly, at the same time banged his hand on the proposal paper as he was infuriated already.
            He turned his gaze towards the clock on his wall when he notice that the time was twenty minutes to ten at night and he is still at his working place. He should be going home and rest instead of trying to negotiate with that kind of jerk. He looked at the event pamphlet on his table and sighed. He knows how many dying fans of that guy is excited to be waiting for him in two more days, and he already said no so soon. Ninomiya sighed slightly when he thought that it could be that Matsumoto Jun ‘sama’ would be busy, but from the source that he have, his schedule would be empty on that weekend. The event won’t take that long to attend. Perhaps only two or three songs, then he could just go home and sleep all day long.
            “You better not be wrong this time, Sakurai,” he said alone when he grabbed his bag at the side of his table and stood up from there. The only source he have in this entertainment business, Sakurai Sho, was never wrong about anything that he would predict to happened in between his agencies and those stardom. Sometimes he don’t understand how can certain people can manage to handle themselves in this sort of business, because he was sure if it was him, it would blew his brains out without any reason.
            His self silent sometimes it don’t really doesn’t mean anything, because he would spend his time to look and understand on certain matters instead of going straight ahead with everything in first hand. Investigation, research and team work always matters with him, because if there isn’t any of that, he don’t think that his agency would even worked out. It is now that he wanted to be a reporter, but you always got to find something to get something back in return. Him and his partner, Aiba Masaki always duel on certain things but, he guess that was for a good reason.
            At first he doesn’t want to get involved with this arrogant super star, Matsumoto Jun, but Aiba did mention to him, if he doesn’t try, how would he know he would reject you in the first place? And if their agency would manage to get him in hand for this Prime Mall Anniversary, won’t it make other people wanted to hire them for a heavy duty task? Ninomiya snorted laughter when he thought about that.
            “Who would know that if you manage to get this guy, it would be your destiny to be right beside him forever!” Aiba said that to him. It did made him laugh since it would be beyong his limit to be thinking more than that. Sure that he had just broken up with his girlfriend, but it won’t change who is actually is in real life. He grabbed the small note that he had written down his address on and read it out, “Room number 1309 belong to him...” he said and wondered if that room is haunted as the man who lived in side the room is a terrible person anyway, but he wanted to forget about that and wait until it is tomorrow. He looked up the ceiling inside his room and thought that if he didn’t manage or not wanting to even get this man, he could just give in the excuse and asked if it was possible for the Prime Mall management to accept if he can manage to get some other star, but... he guess he won’t give up that easy.
            “Whatever you say is right, Mr. Aiba Masaki.” he said lightly and remembered also that after he agreed to take on this duty, Aiba Masaki was asked to go to Sapporo for some personal matters and he was left there doing this mission on his own. Ninomiya inhaled a deep breath, “I will kill you, Aiba if what you said this time is wrong.” He said alone when he walked away from his room. His footsteps were echoing around the flooring of an empty room. All the light outside has been shut down earlier  inside his room, he knows he won’t come out from there until his work is done, but he guess his work has to be finished by tomorrow...
            “I guess some matters have to take an extra time,” he said, opening the front door of his office and walked out from there. The weather outside were giving him chills right behind his spine but he doesn’t care anymore. He gripped the note that he was holding in his hand with Matsumoto’s address and put it inside his pocket. But he guesses that his address was too simple for him to remember. He lifted his shoulder up and walked away from there.

***

            It was the next day as the sun that was once before fades away from the darkest sky of light has came up arise once more. The living creature that lived together with the human kind started their life earlier than those people that wasted their time being hung over with too much depression and also still busy with their work even though it was pretty late at night. The white peagons were dancing around the empty garden that the water fountain were falling down close to it. The whole flock of it flown away when there were two little kids were running around towards their direction and played with each other. Those two boys were throwing their ball they had in their hand and filled their day with laughter. Almost everyone has started their life once again even though that day not many of them are working but some people were still in a dream and doesn’t wanted to be awaken yet.

            He grumbled lightly as he felt how his body ache as he had slept in a wrong position last night... “Argh!” he groaned as he felt one side of his leg cramped out from changing the position too soon. He groaned as slowly he adjust his posture on the bed. He pulled his grey blanket to cover his face as he doesn’t feel like waking up yet at that time. He inhaled a deep breath as he turned to the side and looked at his phone that was hidden underneath his pillow and see that the small light was blinking to tell him something was there and he didn’t notice them. He inhaled a deep breath and he was hoping that it was nothing work related at all.
            “I did tell them not to disturb me while I am on my day off...” he grumbled alone as he unlocked his mobile phone and looked at what was the latest updates inside. He furrowed his eyebrow, apart from the Facebook notifications, he opened one when he looked at this girl that he don’t really know sent him a message and asked him too many question and he doesn’t even feel like answering her back. “Who are you? Why are you here? Is there even any reason you are disturbing her?” he read her question and laughed so hard. Perhaps there was a reason why his company doesn’t allow him to have this account, but he doesn’t care about any of it.
            “Why should I bother about you anyway,” he groaned alone when he put his mobile phone to the side when he didn’t actually get anything that seems important for him. He sighed alone but the bright sun light was shining directly towards his eye sight and caused him not be able to see anything for a short time. “Argh!” he groaned once again when he turned around to the other side and how he wanted to continue his sleep, but doesn’t know if there could be any emergency later, but should he ven bother about that?
            He did fell asleep around four in the morning, the regular time for him to even started his dream, and the whole night of him thinking alone, and doing nothing somehow made him depressed and he started to waste his time and money to be drinking all alone. He looked at the beer cans that wasn’t arrange properly at the coffee table next to the couch inside his room, he inhaled a deep breath as it was the only way for him to go to sleep. With a terrible headache from drinking too much, his brain wasn’t able to think about anything anymore. Scolding himself for the mistake that he had done, the regrets that he felt in his heart, he wondered if he should even waste his time to look for the other one that was said to him from the un known man.
            Matsumoto raised one side of his hands up and rubbed both side of his eyes with it, “I should not be thinking about what that old faggot had said to me!” he said as his hand was was grabbing on the blue sheeted pillow he was holding in his hand and threw it at the other side of his room. He sealed his eyes shut but heard the sound of the cans that was on his coffee table scrambled down on the floor, He opened his eyes and pushed his blanket to the side slightly and looked at the ashtray on the table that seemed to be at the very edge of it. If it was a little harder pushed, he know that that glass ashtray would fall down and shattered on the ground.
            “What the hell,” he grumbled again, pulling the blanket once again and covered his face. He inhaled a deep breath as he felt like he wanted to go to sleep, but suddenly how he felt his heart were pounding so hard, he couldn’t resist the pain that he felt striking through his chest. Matsumoto sealed his eyes, “What?! Argh!” he grumbled alone as his body that before were in a proper position had curved down as he was trying so hard to resist the pain that he felt in his heart. He felt the tears that were hidden behind his eyes started to form, and he was trying to hard not letting it falls down. “What is happening to me?!” he groaned as he heard the loud sound of footsteps were walking towards his way. He pushed himself as he lay flat once again on the bed, putting the pillow next to his side and covered his face. He knows that this isn’t something right because he knows that those voices that always disturbs him only com e at night. He felt his heart shudders and triggers as he wondered if it was the end of his life already.
            Was he even prepared for all of this to come? But he did remind himself that death and what will happen next are something that is unpredictable., or else Princess Diana would know that she would die that day and remind herself not to go anyway apart from only sitting inside her room and sleep... Instead of going ouit for an endless romance.
            Matsumoto felt like his heart was palpitating harder as the time continue to ticks and changes its emotion as each second had passed. He wasn’t denying anything anymore that fhe felt in his heart. How the ermendous emotion that was hidden in his heart has seemed to be exploded, he doen’t know if he even bear resisting this anymore. “I got to get out from here!” he grumbled so hard as he pushed the blanket that was covering his face and tries to stand up, but instead of standing together, he fell down on the ground as he couldn’t hold himself anymore. His heart that was aching seems to be boiling in a rapid sensation as the footsteps that he heard before was approaching much closer to him.
            he felt like he was about to go deaf. He tries to hard to push himself up and after so hard trying, he manage to stand up in front of the mirror inside his room. He turned his gaze to the side and looked at himself that was sweating terribly on a slightly cold afternoon.\He raised one side of his hand up and wiped the sweat that was falling down as he felt like it was the end of his life. He inhaled a deep breath as he tries to approach towards the mirror but instead of standing up in front of it, he leaned against it as he couldn’t manage to stand properly anymore.
            He looked at his own reflection on the mirror that he was leaning against, “What is happening to me?” he wondered alone. He tries to make his way towards his bathroom next to the mirror, but before he could even make a move, he heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. Matsumoto sealed his eyes spontaneously as the sound was too loud for him to even hear, and he felt both side of his legs triggers and he fell down on the ground once again.
            “What?!” he screamed alone in his room as the sound of someone knocking on the door continues. He tries to breathe in some air as he felt like he was suffocating somehow... The tears that were hidden behind his eyes finally at the end fell down from his soft brown eyes as the pain that he had been holding on for too long made him fall short at the end. His heart beat continue to increase when suddenly e heard someone was calling for his name...
            “Mr. Matsumoto!| the sound echoes in his mind as the knocking was running along with it. He opened his eyes once again.. He looked at his bedroom door and wondered if it was the person that he had given his address to come and meet him yesterday outside of his house... He furrowed his eyebrow as he felt reluctant that this actually happened to him. Was the curse getting worse on him since he could never hear anything before during the day light and he could listen to it right now?!  
            He felt his body triggers as he tries to pushed himself up once again, “Wait!” he shouted to tell whoever it was outside his house. He manages to stand once again and leaned agaist the wall one more time to help him to make his move towards the front hall... He grabbed on a t-shirt that he had worn yesterday that was hung on the chair when he was making his way towards the front hall... He wondered who it would be outside his house. Could it be something with his work related or could it be with his own private life? He had never felt like this before...
            “I really hope it is not because of you...” he said to himself as he was making his way towards the front door.


(c) Scarlet Storm 2015

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