Dear Diary...
And I'm back....
Sorry for leaving on a cliffhanger, but such an epochal topic must be given the respect and decorum it deserves.
Allow me to set the scene by describing today for you...Another day in Heaven, only because there exists one true angel in my life - Watanabe Kyosuke.
Today was another glorious day at the school. I swept through the halls of Meiwa High like the true royal and regal figure that I am, with my long curly blonde hair fluttering behind me, as my adoring fans - boys and girls - looked on. But amidst all the flattery and responsibilities, my heart beats for one soul - Watanabe Kyosuke. That adorable little fourth grader at the elementary school next door. He's the most precious gem for me in this chaotic world of mine.
Oh? Have I already mentioned his name already? Is it too much? Allow me to remedy that - Watanabe Kyosuke! Watanabe Kyosuke! Watanabe Kyosuke! Watanabe Kyosuke! Watanabe Kyosuke! Ahem. Yes. Object more, and I shall shout his name to the heavens even more!
Ahem...Where was I? Oh yes... My Day! My day began - as always - with the usual routine, a cup of jasmine tea and a quick check of my social media profiles, ensuring that my image remained perfect and unblemished.
My mother then summoned me to the sitting room, my braindead pervert sister giving her a manicure as Mama blabbered. Her voice was a perfect elegant mix of excitement, disdaine and annoyance, as she reminded me to be punctual for the family dinner tonight.
Oh yes, Mommy Dearest! As if I could EVER miss an opportunity to be seen with my 'perfect' family. LE BARF! LE VOMITO! The mere thought of having to pretend to be a happy member of this clan of pervs made me cringe, but I promised I'd be there with a smile plastered on my face.
Uugh...the things we do for status!
Anyways, as the school day dragged on, my anticipation grew. I couldn't wait for the bell to ring, signaling the lunch break and my chance to visit my sweet Kyosuke. My heart fluttered as I approached the bridge connecting our two institutions. The bright red paint was a stark contrast to the steel gray of the surrounding buildings. It's a small thing, but it feels like a bridge to another world, a place where I can be myself with the person who truly understands me, who loves me for who I am, who feels the passion of our forbidden love as much as I do.
Finally, the moment arrived. I strolled into Meiwa Elementary, my heels clicking against the polished floor, the echoes bouncing off the walls like a symphony of power. The teachers greeted me with the deep grovelling bows that mongrels of their station were expected to make. The younger students' eyes grew wide, whispering my name in awe. Ahhh..it's moments like these that make me feel alive and special, but none of that mattered once I saw HIM sitting at the edge of the playground, seated on a small swing, his legs swinging back and forth, lost in thought.
He looked up as I approached, his cheeks blushing like sakura blossoms. Obviously he had been deep in thought of when I might come into his life again, and a thought of me caressing his cheeks with my soft lips had brought a chaste blush to his lovely cheeks.
It could have ALSO been the cold temperatures that day - but hey, I'm the one telling the story here, I get to extrapolate the data my way!
I sashayed elegantly towards him, hiding my own blushes as I approached my young Romeo, my eyes meeting his in a passionate embrace of glances.
"Hey, bimbo! We're playing hopscotch here!"
I was violently hurled out of my intimate thoughts to see two obnoxious little tarts standing in front of me with a skipping rope. They have the same look of contempt on their faces for me as an uptight celebrity does when meeting streets urchins at their dinner tables.
"Yeah, this is a playground. Why are you even here?" The shorter of the two girls picked up.
Being the lovely symbol of manner, patience and servitude, I leaned down and smiled warmly at them. I then whispered into their ears, politely informing both of the little garbage heaps what I would do if I managed to grab their rope and promised them that it would take their family's favourite proctologist at least two months to remove said objects from their posteriors if they did not vacate this area IMMEDIATELY!
After hearing my polite request, both girls fled in absolute terror and ran far far away - perhaps even to Denver. Good riddance, you little heathens!
Thusly unengaged once more, I moved towards my bethrothed, smiling gently and lady like.
"Good...afternoon Kyosuske-kun. H..H..How are you?"
"Emiko-san," he stuttered, his voice filled with shyness and innocence. I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through me, like the first sip of a perfectly brewed cup of tea on a cold winter's day. "What brings you here today, my only source of love and decide?"
Sadly, however, that last part was only in my head and didn't really happen. Instead, my darling life mate said...
"Um...who are you?" The small figured asked confusedly.
A part of my heart cracked in shock and dismay. How could he have forgotten? Obviously, he must have had a bad shock that day - and it had caused him temporary memory loss! Yes, that must have been it!
"EMIKO! TAKAGAWA EMIKO!" I gasped, "I'm the Student Body President of our schools!"
"Oh yeah!" The cutey said, bapping his right fist on his left palm! "I remember now! The Dragon Princess!"
"Th...the...what?" I gasped, my body cracking into a charred crag of molten ashen rock and crumbling into the pit of anguish and pain.
He smiled softly then, warming my heart and allowing me to magically return to my magestic - and may I say - totally voluptuous form.
"So...um...why are you here, Ms Dra...I mean Takagawa-onee-sama? Shouldn't you be at the High School?"
"Oh...ust a little presidential business," I replied with a wink, taking a seat next to him on the swing set. "But I do like to check in on my students on the other side. Make sure they're all happy and doing fine."
Actually I just wanted to see your cute adorable face and kiss it all over... But that was completely in my own mind so he never heard it!
He giggled, and the sound was like the tinkling of a wind chime, music to my ears. He talked about his day, his friends, and his latest obsession with a new manga series. It was all so...normal. And I just sat and listened ...my eyes just fixating on his adorable, charming cute features as he spoke. He looked at me with those big, doe eyes, and I knew he felt it too. The connection we had was electric, and it grew stronger every time we were together.
As we swung back and forth, the wind gently playing with our hair, I decided it was time to test the waters.
"Kyosuke," I began, my voice soft and tender, "would you let me treat you to a chocolate sundae after school tomorrow?"
His eyes grew wide, and he looked away, kicking his feet against the ground to stop the swing. "Um...I don't know," he murmured. "Mom likes me to come straight home..and not go out with strangers..."
"Am I a stranger, Kyosuke?"
He looked up thoughtfully for a while and then smiled.
"No! Hey, I guess not!"
"Well, then just tell your darling mother it's just a school meeting with the student body president. I'm sure she'll be fine with it." I said reassuringly, placing a gentle hand on his. "I'll even tell her which cafe we'll be going to."
And then I'll change the location at the last moment so that little hussy won't be able to stop us from making sweet love... But that ALSO was completely in my own mind so he never heard it!
The silence between us grew thicker than a cat's fur in winter, but his hand didn't pull away from mine. He was thinking, contemplating what I'd said. I could see the wheels turning in his little head, the curiosity in his eyes.
"Okay," he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll tell her tonight."
And with that, I knew our relationship was about to take a turn, a turn into uncharted territory. I felt a thrill of excitement and fear - the kind you get when you're about to jump off a cliff into the irey unknown of Hell, Purgitory and 6 oclock traffic.
As the schoolyard grew quiet and the shadows grew long, it was time for me to return to my own school. With a promise to meet again tomorrow, I gave Kyosuke a warm smile and turned to leave.
The family dinner that night was... an ordeal. Mother and Saori were dressed in their usual flamboyant attire, our servants trying to play at peacekeeper while I sat there, stewing in my thoughts of Kyosuke. The tension was thick enough to cut with a chopstick, and my appetite was as absent as my insane father. I pushed the food around my plate, feigning interest in their stories of work drama and the latest celebrity scandal.
All I could think about - and still am - was the way Kyosuke's hand felt in mine, the way his eyes searched mine for answers. It was like a siren's call, drawing me back to the simplicity of the playground, away from the madness of my life.
Kyosuke, you will be mine.
