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Chapter 2 - Prologue
"Congratulations!" Flashed on Yuki's Nintendo DS Lite console. It was the 4th time the screen had shown the word.
Yuki was playing Tetris on the steps at the front of the monorail station in Times Square. It was a full hour after the appointed time to meet up. He noted dully that it took him 15 minutes to finish a game of Tetris.
He sat on the steps, coldly calculating. There were nothing to calculate, he didn't know where she lived, her number or even whether she is showing up. Originally he was a little agitated, but he gave it due thought and consideration. He has decided to wait, it was the most worthwhile wait he has ever endured. He didn't know what transpired to cause the delay. So he figured there were no point in getting angry over nothing.
He walked calmly away from the monorail station. He intended to head to his usual hangout - The Arcade. Phone firmly held in hand, expecting a call at anytime. He walked, away from the designated rendezvous point. He felt guilty, but he knew he could get back there within a few minutes if needed.
On the way. The phone rang. One hand on the driving wheel of the game he was playing. Yuki picked up the phone. A young lady's voice was on the other end. She sounded ragged as if she was made to run. He abandoned his game to head back towards where they were supposed to meet. His mind worrying about what might have happened to make her acquaintance to be so exasperated.
He recalled a line from the conversation, "I'm errr... on the other side of the road?". Faint cracking lined the words, along with noise of vehicles moving along, sounds of tyres screeching on the tarmac like a bow and violin in an inexperienced player's hands.
*Beep* The line was cut off. Yuki futilely tried to call back to the number displayed on his cellphone, but everytime it connects, the same beep is heard. He was caught without ideas.
"Where was the origin of the call?" He thought deeply. The second call came, a brief talk, a slight description of where she was. And... nothing. He grew impatient and started trodding along the length of the monorail station of which he was at. The shopkeepers busy tending to their stalls, preparing for the day ahead; looked at Yuki with eyes of curiousity.
"Where was the origin of the call?" He thought deeply. The second call came, a brief talk, a slight description of where she was. And... nothing. He grew impatient and started trodding along the length of the monorail station of which he was at. The shopkeepers busy tending to their stalls, preparing for the day ahead; looked at Yuki with eyes of curiousity.
A third call. Her location was known. "Seven-Eleven." She said urgently. He felt that the line would be cut off again and it did. He wasted no time, he thought hard to find out where she might be. Then it hit him. The calls never lasted for longer than 60 seconds; it is not reachable when he calls back. She was using coins for a payphone.
He was right. He saw her making calls at a payphone. On the escalator down to the street she's standing at, he noticed how worried she was because of her lateness, how she was fumbling for the coins, the concerned way she put down the receiver.
She went towards the direction of the Seven-Eleven mentioned earlier. Yuki assumed it was for more coins to operate the payphone. Not wanting to increase her agitation, he went into the store with her, in time to stop her from being jilted by an increasingly annoyed store attendant.
More to come later. >_<
OMG! So drama! MORE PL0X!
Moar pl0x <3