Kaito’s face felt warm. His entire being felt warm, really. It was nice to know he was missed, especially by someone whom he was so fond of, himself. “I missed you too”. He really did. Despite being sometimes in hot water with his companion, in the end, they always were close.
She had been on his mind a lot, ever since she had left. She was a star, but that’s what she was born to do. Her niche. Kaito had wanted, for so long, to have her be his star as well, but over the years- over her successful tours and shows, the merchandise and albums- he had suppressed the hope of those feelings ever being requited, justifying his actions by telling himself she was much, much to wonderful.
“I’ve been great, it’s been nice taking a long break after being busy for such a long time, but I’m sure you know that!” pausing, the smile that had faded slightly shone once again, “I’m so glad you’ve been doing so well yourself. It must be fun going to all of the neat places, huh?”
A grin spread across Meiko’s face upon hearing Kaito’s response. She was absolutely delighted, she honestly had missed him terribly while she was on her tour. Meiko missed everyone while she was gone, but her mind couldn’t stop drifting to a certain blue haired male.
Sure they had their spats, and Meiko had hit him more times than necessary, but still, they had always remained close. Despite all their hardships. That’s what she had missed the most. Meiko wasn’t as close to anyone in the manor as she was to Kaito. During her long, lonely tour her mind rarely drifted from him. A small blush creeped into her cheeks and she looked down, biting her lip. She was never sure how to cope when it came to situations like this, hopefully he wouldn’t notice.
“I’m glad you’ve been great!” She said, looking up as her smile returned. “I guess, but I really missed you!” Meiko mentally slapped herself. ‘Did I seriously just say that?!’ She thought, biting her lip. “I mean, we’ve been apart for so long! D-do you think we could, I dunno, go out and chat?” She asked, scratching the back of her head awkwardly, her blush now furiously creeping up. “I don’t mean like, go out go out, but you know… Like a date sort of thing?” She asked, biting her bottom lip harder.
“No— it’s not really of your concern. But, thank you anyways.” Accepting her assistance would be too much of a hassle; he couldn’t have her finding anything out about him.
“Are you sure? I know this region like the back of my hand. I wouldn’t want you getting lost again.” She said, her concern growing. Meiko had found many lost people but none refused her guidance. She didn’t want to hear the news of police finding this boy dead in the wrong part of the city.
”.. This shouldn’t be right— I’ve arrived at the wrong location..” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh?” he spoke, “Thank you,” he said. “Sorry for troubling you.”
“Where were you supposed to arrive? I could help you get there, if you’d like. Oh and don’t worry, it’s really no problem!” Meiko smiled sweetly at him.
“Toshiro.” he said in return. “Mind telling me where I am?”
“That’s a very nice name.” She replied, smiling. “Oh, you’re in Osaka, Japan. You’re the second person I’ve met today who didn’t know where they were.”
‘Damn that idiot Tamaki to hell! This time I’ll kill him for sure!’ The teen’s anger only increased being his desired target was not there for him to strangle the blonde boy. All he wanted was to sleep in this Sunday, but instead he was dragged to a stupid and useless commoner’s market yet again. Seeing as all this frustration would get him no where, he decided to take a calming breath before he realised the redhead beside him.
“Excuse me, madame, do you know where I am?”
Meiko looked up at the man, a bit confused. He seemed to be fuming about something. What? She didn’t know and she very much didn’t want to get involved with it. Meiko had been on her way downtown to get some things that they were severely lacking in the house, but of course she wasn’t on time for the subway, so here she was, waiting.
“You’re at a subway station in Osaka, Japan.” She replied, worried for him. Maybe he had lost his memory. “Are you alright, Sir?”