Pinky Swear

Chapter 3 – Reunion: Custom Made Just For You

By: Diana-Jae

Fuuko jogged up the private road until she reached a silver iron gate. Her index finger went straight to the intercom and politely but hurriedly asked Mr. Mikagami, who had the graces of answering the intercom on the other side, to open the gate.

"What are you doing here so early, Fuuko?" asked Mr. Mikagami with a chuckle, simultaneously pushing a button to allow the gate to open.

"Mifuyu told me Tokiya's back. Your son is a complete sore, Mr. Mikagami. I don't know the reason, but I do know that he purposely didn't tell me he was already here two days ago." She growled, eliciting another laugh from the older man. Fuuko's brows only twitched as she saw Mifuyu stick her tongue out at her through the monitor. "Mifuyu, you're both related so that makes you a sore too!"

She didn't wait for a reply, but continued her jog up the cemented road until she reached the Mikagamis' front door, which had already been opened for her.

"Oh, wait till I get my hands on your brother," Fuuko started angrily at Mifuyu who was smirking as she walked down the staircase. "I'm gonna strangle him and…"

She was cut short when she felt two strong but lean arms wrap around her body tightly hoisting her into the air and then slung over a shoulder like a sack of rice.

"And what, ya little twerp?" came a mocking laugh.

It took a while for the voice to register in the surprised teenager's head, but when it did, could her scowl ever scare the shit out of your ass!

"Tokiya!! Put me down right now!" She tried to wriggle free, but he only tightened his hold. "So this is the way you treat me after not seeing me for two years? You're an ungrateful little…"

"Oh God, you guys!" Mifuyu commented dryly while rolling her eyes. "You've been near each other for barely a few seconds, and you're already at it."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mifuyu, but frankly, I'm really happy­ to see the squirt again. She's the one that started the hostility, barging in here like a mad-woman, and…"

He was cut short as his own cry of pain escaped his lips.

"I'll do it again, Tokiya Mikagami!" Fuuko grinned wickedly as she continued to tug on Tokiya's bound hair, this time with a lot less pressure than her initial yank.

"Well, now that I'm prepared for it, you can go ahead and rip every single strand of hair out of my head if you please, but you'll regret it." He poised his hands on Fuuko's sides, ready to tickle her silly the moment she as much as pulled.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, wouldn't I?" he challenged.

"Tokiya," Fuuko whined. "Put me down. Have a little sense of tact, at least. Greet me before you proceed to ridicule me, which you can't do very well anyway."

The boy chuckled and proceeded to put Fuuko back on her feet as requested. He didn't pay attention to Fuuko once she was on her feet but shifted his gaze to Mifuyu.

"Where are mom and dad?"

"Mom's cooking up breakfast and dad's in his office reading the paper. Why?"

"Just wondering."

"You know, I don't see why you had to go and check in at a hotel," commented Mifuyu, "I mean, this does happen to be your home too. Or have you been away too long that you've forgotten?"

Tokiya shook his head.

"I've got my reasons." Tokiya sighed and then looked down at Fuuko, who was in the middle of brushing herself off. "So, squirt, did you get the little present I left for you last night?"

"Yup." She didn't look up at him yet, instead she went to remove her other shoe that had not yet found itself off of her foot because he had decided to make her defy gravity. "That was pretty creative."

"Are you being sarcastic? Or is that really a compliment?"

"It's a compliment, of course. I mean, I gotta hand it to an old man who had the balls to climb up to my window to leave me lemonade. You could have thrown your back out or something."

"Old man!?" he exclaimed. She had apparently hit a nerve. "Who are you calling an old man, you little brat!?"

"Who else, dummy? I don't see another old man here besides you."

Fuuko shut the front door and heaved a sigh before lifting her face to gaze into the same baby blue eyes that she had fallen in love with ever since she could remember.

Tokiya was on the verge of countering her statement, but his voice had suddenly caught in his throat and he found it quite difficult to speak. The girl sounded like Fuuko, acted and reacted like Fuuko, but she sure as hell didn't look a thing like Fuuko. She had grown out her hair, which now reached the middle of her back. Tokiya remembered a time not too long ago when she would have rather had her head chopped off than get extensions, least of all grow her hair out. Yet seeing her now, he didn't regret her decision. It was rather becoming, and he mentally noted to ask her what had finally inspired her to let it lengthen out. Shifting his gaze to her eyes, he couldn't help the sudden but slight creasing of his brows at the sight of her subtly wearing something that resembled Mifuyu's eye shadow. Her lips had become fuller, but still had the same rosy pink hue in them. It had not been a frown of disappointment but of wonder. Where had his Fuuko Kirisawa, the squirt, gone?

Tokiya gulped as his eyes traveled south of their own volition. There had never been much to notice about Fuuko's chest two years ago, so the big question was, when did the gods decide to give her breasts? Her body was more curved and defined. Her waist was slim and her hips were…

Tokiya immediately squashed his conscience, and berated himself for thinking such things…especially about Fuuko…the squirt.


He could no longer describe her as a squirt. She grew up.

He couldn't call her adorable anymore. She was gorgeous.

"Two years!"

"Two…years?" Tokiya shook himself from his previous thoughts and looked at the girl, who had invited herself to poke him in the ribs.

"And here I figured that after two years, you'd mature at least a little." She sighed and walked past him. "I guess I'm wrong. Tokiya Mikagami, you're still a butt-face."

Tokiya cocked his head to the side and looked amusedly at the eighteen-year-old. It seems as if you haven't matured very much either.

"Butt-face? You're in your last year of high school, and your vocabulary's still limited to a pre-schooler's?"

"Yeah, so?" she called over her shoulder. "You got a problem with that?"

He chuckled. "No, but well, it's just that no one's called me that since kindergarten."

"Well, probably not to your face." She stuck her tongue out at him and then quickly shifted her gaze towards Mifuyu. "And you! Gosh, some best friend you are! I think you're picking up your brother's traits of keeping things from me!"

"Hey," Mifuyu began defensively, "I didn't know that he was back until last night. And as your best friend, I would have called you right after he gave me a heart attack with his spontaneous appearance in my bedroom, but he practically threatened my life."

"How? By telling your parents to cut off your allowance?" Fuuko asked sarcastically.

"Hey," Mifuyu cried defensively, "as your best friend, my loyalty lies with you, but admittedly so, Tokiya still is my brother."

"I was kidding, Mifuyu. No need to get too worked up about it." She offered a small, tired smile to her best friend before whirling around to face Tokiya, her eyes unusually brighter and wider than they were before. "Did you get me anything? I mean, the lemonade was great and everything, but I was thinking about something along the lines of a real souvenir."

A chuckle escaped Tokiya's lips.

"I see that you haven't changed very much either," he paused. Except maybe physically, he added mentally. "You're still a brat. A selfish one, might I add."

"Do you think that you could find it somewhere in you to call me something decent for once?"

"Like what? A grown-up brat?"

A groan escaped Fuuko's throat. "Why'd I even bother to ask?"

Tokiya's arm darted forward and rumpled the girl's purple tresses and laughed. "Like what you did to your hair by the way, squirt."

Fuuko feebly took a hold of his wrist and brought it away from her tresses, letting out a small sigh. "Would it kill you to stop calling me squirt for a little while?"

"Maybe," Tokiya chuckled, and after a small pause proceeded to ask the teenager if she wanted her souvenir.

The purple-haired young lady's cerulean eyes suddenly brightened at his query. "So you really got me something?"

"Well, it isn't really a souvenir," Tokiya corrected, and even before Fuuko's expression could fall, he had already rephrased it. 'It's more like a present."

Fuuko immediately bounced up to him, and at that moment, the Fuuko of two years ago seemed to come rushing back. "So what is it?"

Tokiya didn't answer her and instead shifted his eyes toward his younger sister giving her a meaningful look.

The younger Mikagami's hazel eyes sparkled as she began walking up the stairs. "The thing's in your old room. I'll get him."

Tokiya put a hand to his neck and watched his sister go up the staircase. "I got Mifuyu this Italian charm bracelet that I saw my roommate's girlfriend was wearing. If I had known that you were going to end up becoming more lady-like, I would have gotten you the same thing." He laughed as soon as he saw Fuuko's twitching eyebrows at the unintentional implication of her tomboyish demeanor in his statement. "I didn't mean to offend."

Fuuko harrumphed and plopped herself into the same sofa she had shared with Tokiya the night she found out he was leaving to study abroad. Stretching her legs to relieve them from the aching sore they had acquired from running the entire distance to the Mikagami residence.

"Mifuyu says it was bound to happen anyway," Fuuko sighed. "Besides, after you left, there wasn't really anybody that could say I was too manly to be a girl. So really, this transformation is your fault."

"I never said it was a bad thing though," Tokiya replied dryly. "It suits you actually."

Fuuko's attention suddenly snapped and she favored her companion suspiciously. "Is this the bait before the tease or are you actually giving me a compliment… something you weren't too good at to begin with."

"Still as defensive as ever." Tokiya shrugged as he grinned at her sloppy posture on the couch. "In your mind, even if I told you that I was being serious, you still wouldn't buy it. Save yourself the trouble of denying it because I already know you will. So I'll leave it open-ended."

Fuuko said nothing because what he said was true. It was almost automatic how she seemed to spit out sarcastic, verbal whip-lashes in his direction every time he so much as uttered one nice word directed at her, and it wasn't until that moment that she realized that she never really thought about them long enough to try and comprehend whether or not he was serious about it. But then again, she still blamed him for that because having been practically raised next to him, most nice words out of his mouth were usually followed by repartee.

Fuuko would have continued her musings had she not felt something warm, thick, and wet slide across her cheeks followed by a small pip. Whirling her head around, she was met with the very large brown eyes and a mass of golden fur.

"Someone's dog just tried to make out with me," Fuuko whispered, her eyes wide. Her statement was followed with the Mikagami siblings' amused laughter.

"He's a golden-retriever. I thought you'd miss me too much after I leave to go back to the States so I thought giving you a pet would remind you of me."

"As if I'd really name him after you, Tokiya," Fuuko snorted as she took the pup from Mifuyu's arms and cradled it in her own. There was a brown, leather collar around his neck and a small, silver ornament that hung from it. Taking it into her hands, there were the words:

I Belong To Fuuko Kirisawa.

If you find me, please bring me back to:

170 Tokyo-to, Minato-ku, Akasaka

1-chome, 10-ban, 23-go

She looked up and unconsciously hugged her new pet closer towards her. A pinkish hue tainting her normally cream-colored skin, she murmured a small word of thanks to the silver-haired boy.

The recipient of the girl's gratitude simply shrugged and, with an arrogant grin, replied, "Custom made just for you."


Author Notes: What a weak-ass third chapter, don't you think? Sorry, but my Tokiya x Fuuko muse is like…gone. It's been sucked dry. Blah… it shall return to me one of these days… I think. I deeply HOPE anyway. I miss writing Tokiya x Fuuko fluff and humor. Anyway, I went ahead and wrote out what I could because after not having updated in like forever, I still manage to get a review from time to time, which tells me that some people still read this. Oh my God! Stop reading this because it is very bad. Grr! This was written way back when my writing was beyond-words-bad. And that's really bad considering that my writing now is plain old bad. Haha… how many times did I use the word "bad"? Blah… whatever. Anyhoo, do enjoy this third installment to this piece of fan literature of mine. I do appreciate all the reviews, and to everyone who's bothered to read (and/or still continues to read), thank you so much! I heart you. Hee-hee.

Oh, and about that address. Haha… I forget where I got it from, but I wanted it to look really Japanese so I copied a random one off of the net. The only different thing is Fuuko's name and the 23-go. If I have to cite it, it can be found somewhere on

And yes, if you're a Tokiya x Fuuko shipper, do join my clique. I haven't updated in like forever and a million years, but if I get any new submissions, I shall resurrect it from where it sits lifeless. Blah. The URL is on my profile page. I'd write it out here, but effin won't let me write out certain characters like underscores, therefore, the URL I put here may confuse some and others. So… yeah… if you're interested, URL is on my profile page. Thanks.

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Disclaimer: I am inferior to Anzai Nobuyuki. Recca no Honou and all characters portrayed here are his property. I own nothing except for the fanfiction concept and plot.