And here you go, another addition to this fluffy little tale. Enjoy!

Chapter Three

Tomorrow didn't come soon enough. I tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. I kind of wished I hadn't, because I dreamed a dream that was a bit much to dream.

I guess that the first thing I questioned was the costuming. To be put honestly, I didn't mind Kiri in her ballgown, but I did have a problem with the fact that I was wearing a suit with a plaid undershirt. Was my affection for plaid taking over my mind? Because I really hoped it wasn't.

Kiri's hand was in mine, and I had my other hand placed on the small of her back. With her other hand, she was lifting her heavy skirts to dance easier. It began with a simple, yet graceful dance. But with every passing dance, I pulled her closer and closer, until she was tight against me. That was a slow dance. She didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. Her eyes spoke for her.

My response to her eyes demand was to lean down and press my lips against hers. I pulled away, danced a few more steps. All was silent; there was no music, no background chattering. Just me and her, our bodies moving together in a graceful dance that I couldn't pull off in reality. I kissed her ear, then moved down her jaw to place a final kiss right beside her mouth. I spun her once, twice, then pulled her into a low, sensual dip. She smiled. I lowered my head until my breath easily mixed with her own. Then I kissed her with more fire than I had before, slowly pulling her out of the dip and upright. When I returned to kiss her again, something snapped. There was a popping sound and the dream ended because I had opened my eyes.

"Dammit," I hissed, stretching some. Beeping was going off near my head—my damn alarm clock, I remembered—and I smacked at it. Then paused.

Why the hell do I have an alarm set if I don't have school today?

I shook my head and showered. I figured I might as well since I was already awake. But I felt a lacking sensation in my heart. It was then that I decided I was spontaneously going to go to Kiri. She would fix whatever it was that I felt I was lacking; I knew that.

I got dressed—this time not caring what I was wearing. I pulled my shoes on and left the house without a word. I knocked on the entrance of the Koshiba beauty salon. Someone inside said to come in.

I could've face-palmed right then and there. They were open and Kiri was helping her dad, actually performing a cut on someone. For a moment, I stood there, unnoticed, watching her fingers work the legendary scissors with the precision I admired and loved. When she looked up and saw me, I was pleased to note that she was visibly surprised. She frowned a little and worked to finish the cut. When she did, she made her way over to me.

"Shogo, what are you doing here today?" she asked.

My smile disappeared. "Um, should I not have come?" I replied awkwardly. I could feel my face heat up.

Kiri smiled at me, all kinds of warm and fuzzy in my heart. "No, it's all right. I'm just working right now. I have a break in an hour though, if you want to wait."

"All right. I'll wait and watch you work your magic," I told her. After making sure her dad wasn't looking, I leaned down and kissed her quickly.

"I'm sorry to keep whatever it is waiting," she murmured.

"No, it's all right. It's really nothing, I promise." Still, she frowned, and went back to work. I took a seat in an available chair. Several women were waiting.

"Hi there, cutie," a younger lady, probably in her early twenties, said. She gave me a flirty smile. Obviously she hadn't seen me kiss Kiri.

"Um, hi," I said back.

She extended one arm, trailed a finger up my own. I froze in place, unmoving. "What's your name?" she asked softly, quietly. I couldn't move at first, could only feel the beginning of a rash. Suddenly I jerked my arm away.

"Don't touch me," I hissed at the lady. She looked taken aback.

"You don't have to tell anyone anything," she said, rolling her eyes. "We can have some fun after I get all styled up." She touched my arm again. Again, I pulled away.

"I said don't touch me," I said, growling the words this time. I was trying to keep my anger in check. I didn't want to hit her or lose it in the salon. Kiri's dad would see and then I'd be screwed for forever.

The girl pouted, lips painted a strong pink. "Come on. You're not being fun."

"I wasn't planning to be!" I snapped. Suddenly Kiri was there. She touched the lady's shoulder.

"We can take you now," she said to the lady, her face as impassive as ever. But I could see a fleck of agitation in her beautiful eyes. I stared into them, trying to telegraph my thanks all the while trying to hide my rash. Thankfully, after that annoyance was gone, no one else tried to mess with me. The hour passed by rather quickly, and I just enjoyed watching Kiri's hands go to work. Everyone she styled walked out of the salon looking completely and utterly gorgeous. But none of them could hold my gaze; only she could.

She touched my hand. "I'm on break now," she said, "if you still want to see me."

"Of course I do." I smiled at her, brushed a strand of her perfect hair out of her face. "Only if you want to see me, of course."

Kiri smiled a little. "I do. You want to go out for some air?" she suggested. I nodded. She turned to call out to her dad, "I'll be outside for my break!"

His response came back as a simple "mm-hmm". I pulled her hand into mine and happily stepped outside with her. When I looked into her eyes, I followed her gaze to a taiyaki stand across the street. I smiled even broader.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted. I grabbed my wallet out of my pocket and walked over to the stand with her. I let her order some for both of us, then paid. Once we were seated on a bench, she asked me, "So what is it that you wanted?"

I chewed and swallowed my bite of chocolate taiyaki. "Like I said, it's nothing really. I kind of just wanted to see you." Admitting that made my face warm up some.

"Oh." Her gaze went far away, then returned to me. "Well, what do you want to do while I'm on break?"

I stared at her face, intent. There was a speck of chocolate on her lower lip. She noticed my staring and moved to wipe it off but I stopped her. I leaned down and licked it off, grinning afterward. "Delicious," I told her.

"Yeah." Her eyes were on my lips, but I had a feeling it wasn't because there was something on them. Like in that dream, her eyes spoke to me. And I complied by leaned my head down and kissing her softly. After pulling away for a breath and a quick bite of the snack, I smiled at her.

"I think this is why I wanted to see you," I said softly. "To finish the dream I had."

Her lips quirked up a little. "So you had a dream too."

"Don't bother telling me how yours was—I don't want to know. I just want to do." I kissed her again, harder. I brushed my thumb against her cheek tenderly, content with kissing her.

"People are staring," she murmured against my mouth.

"Let them," I said back. "This is all I want to do right now." Abandoning the snack food, I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her tight against me. I kissed her deeply, passionately. Her hands caressed my back. I don't know how much time passed, but we sat out there, kissing each other until a yell cut through to our ears.

"Kiri! Your breaks over!"

She pulled away, eyes looking a little sad. "That's my cue to go," she said, standing. I nodded. I was already frowning a little. Suddenly, she bent down and kissed me. "Come see me again tonight," she whispered.

I kissed her one last time, hands cupping the back of her head like hers cupped my jaw. "Oh, I will," I said as I waved her good-bye. I remained seated, just reveling in how lucky I was that I found her. A couple pre-teen boys stared and laughed at me behind my back.

"What are you laughing at?" I roared at them. They scattered, which I found funny. I leaned back, stretching my arms behind my head, and sighed with pleasure.

I was lucky I found her. And I couldn't wait to see her again that night.

I hope you liked this installment. I'll probably do another, if not more. (I apologize! I'm doing this sporadically mostly because I'm working on something very important and I'm doing this out of pure love of fluff and the series!)

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