Tokyo Story I
Today starts our Tokyo trip. Masayukiï¿½s going with me. Truth is, itï¿½s pretty embarrassing. Heï¿½s not doing anything wrong. I just donï¿½t really want to be seen with him. However, he has his uses. He did come from Tokyo, after all. I turned to him on the bus.
ï¿½Wow,ï¿½ he mouthed. I glanced over at him.
ï¿½What are you so excited about?ï¿½ I asked. Masayuki looked at me with a glow in his eyes.
ï¿½Itï¿½s been months since Iï¿½ve been back in Tokyo,ï¿½ he told me. My face didnï¿½t change at his answer.
ï¿½Is that right?ï¿½ I asked. He nodded at me.
ï¿½Yeah,ï¿½ that idiot said.
ï¿½Uh-huh,ï¿½ I said, ï¿½Look, once we get off the bus, donï¿½t talk to me.ï¿½
ï¿½Huh?ï¿½ he asked.
ï¿½You heard me,ï¿½ I told me, ï¿½If you try to get familiar, I will kick your ass when we get home. Got me?ï¿½ Masayuki quickly put up his hands at me.
ï¿½Okay, okay!ï¿½ he said, ï¿½I get it. Calm down.ï¿½ I sat back in my seat.
ï¿½I am calm,ï¿½ I said.
ï¿½You donï¿½t sound like it with the way you keep threatening me,ï¿½ he muttered under his breath. My eyes glanced over at him.
ï¿½Iï¿½m sorry?ï¿½ I asked. Masayuki closed his window and turned his attention back to the moving scenery outside. I buried my head in my hands. I canï¿½t wait to get this over with so I donï¿½t have to see this idiot ever again. Lord, help me live through this a little bit longer.
The bus in Honshu pulled up to the stop in Tokyo. I leaned in close to Masayukiï¿½s ear.
ï¿½Remember what I said when we got off,ï¿½ I whispered.
ï¿½Yes,ï¿½ he said, ï¿½Donï¿½t talk to you. Donï¿½t look at you. Donï¿½t walk too close to you.ï¿½
ï¿½Very good,ï¿½ I said. I rose to my feet. ï¿½Iï¿½ll be going first. You can follow after me,ï¿½ I told him.
ï¿½Sure, sure,ï¿½ he said. I glanced over my shoulder when I though I heard him mumble something else.
ï¿½Problem?ï¿½ I asked aloud. He shook his head silent. I gave him a sharp little smirk.
ï¿½I thought so,ï¿½ I said. We headed off the bus and began our investigation into my murder for the day.