CHAPTER 10

Miracle’s just started, replay the film – with a different story

(Yuki’s POV)

“...and the DJ’s playing that song, now whatcha gonna do, girl?”

Ah, one my favorite music nowadays. I had created a new choreography for this song and right now, I was testing whether it was good enough or not. I really wanted to be a dancer.

Right now, I still couldn’t believe what had happened to me for the past three weeks. It just seemed so unreal! Transforming into a boy and everything... Sumika falling for me (yes, although no one told me that, I DID know, I wasn’t brainless), Reika falling for me..., etc. Don’t forget the sudden offer from Ayumi Hamasaki-san. Even the kiss with Kaito-sempai seemed unbelievable.

Aa. The kiss.

Yes, after the kiss, my body hurt like hell. Up until now, I could still feel a little bit of the pain. Ugh, I wouldn’t go through that again. I lost consciousness because it hurt too much. The more surprising thing was that when I woke up, I transformed back into a girl! Thank. God. No more love-letters, no more hesitating about confessing my feelings to Kaito-sempai. I actually felt great to be in my petite body again.

Now, it had been two days since I changed back into a girl. When I went to school yesterday (yesterday was Friday, mind), no one seemed to remember me being a boy. And it seemed that the time replayed. So, I was somehow returned to the day of my birthday; yesterday, that is. I started to hesitate that all my experiences of turning into a boy thing was a mere dream. I mean, Kurosaki didn’t talk to me and Reika-san didn’t even know me. I didn’t know why, but I kinda miss them.

The good thing was, Ayumi Hamasaki’s ‘sudden offer’ was definitely coming in three weeks – err... I thought it should be. This time, I’m gonna accept it right away.

“I’m gonna get, get, get it poppin’...”

Today was Saturday and I didn’t have any class to attend to. I was planning on visiting Kurosaki and Reika-san, to be their friends. I didn’t make friends with them before I turned into a boy, because I didn’t think that they were fun. I was so beyond picky. Now, I wanted to make friends with them. It wouldn’t be a bad idea since it was a nice thing to do and they were fun to be with.

Turning off the tape before the song was even reaching to an end, I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

It took me ten minutes to wash up and brush my teeth... that kind of thing you do in the morning; and it was still eight twenty-five. Was it too early to pay them a visit? I didn’t think so. Kurosaki and Reika were both early risers. I remembered their addresses and took my bicycle to get there.

Grek. Grek.

I think I was becoming more mature. Not too mature, but more than I used to be. Why did I want to be a boy? God made me like this and I should be satisfied with who I was, what I was becoming into, and the destiny that God had drawn out for me. I realized that. It was an important lesson I learned throughout my experiences of becoming a boy. Second, I also learned that I shouldn’t be too ignorant of other people’s feelings – and my feelings as well. I didn’t know that I was in love with Kaito-sempai until I became a boy, and it took me quite a time to know, too! And quite a time (not to mention the difficulties, oh man!) to confess.

Kurosaki

I didn’t get the chance to go to Kurosaki’s house when I was still a boy, so now was the chance... and I was completely amazed. His house was so big, so luxurious, and had high-technologies! Wow.

“Kanazawa-san?” Kurosaki said in bafflement the moment he saw me opened his bedroom door (after confirming my name over and over again to get inside the house). Apparently, he was studying. I was also a bit confused too, shouldn’t he be downstairs and greet me in the living room or so? I thought it wasn’t too polite to go straight into someone else’s room; especially if you were a stranger – like in my current situation.

“Hey,” I greeted politely, still not stepping inside the really cool room.

Kurosaki’s room was light blue. Almost all the furniture was white, but his computer and bed were different-colored. For a guy, his room was really neat and clean. I complimented him for that. It also had a bathroom like mine, but I could see that there were no TVs or Playstations... or even music CDs. Pretty weird.

“Come in,” he said. “You can sit on the couch near the window. No need to be shy.”

I’m not shy, I retorted mentally. I only think it’s impolite for me to go into your room without your permission.

I sat on the white couch and was willing to talk when he spoke first, “What’s the occasion? I don’t remember you ever talked to me before.”

Cold response, as I expected; but that was about to change. “Really? Heh. I must have had a sudden amnesia,” I chuckled with a sheepish smile. He had his eyebrows raised. I took a Flame of Recca PS2 game from my bag, and continued, “I was wondering, whether you’d play this game together with me? I can’t seem to figure out how to play it and I heard that you’re pretty good at games.”

He laughed half-heartily, even almost bitterly, “Me? Pretty good at games? Don’t you see my room? I don’t have any Playstations, or TVs.”

“Then you can play in my house,” I said almost immediately.

“What’s up with all the sudden friendly attitude, Kanazawa? Are you having a crush on me or something?”

I had my mouth gaped open. Me? Having a crush on him? Pur-lease. That’s the last thing I’d ever think of doing. Although... I had to admit that I sounded a lot like a person who was having a crush on him... ARGH. This had to be fixed.

“It’s not that I’m having a crush on you,” I said casually and confidently, “I have eyes, you see. And you’ve always been so quiet during classes. I want to be your friend.”

“Oh God. You pity me.”

“No. I want to be your friend.”

“And the reason you want to do that is because you pity me. Don’t deny it, I kn – “

I interrupted his sentence, my voice sank his, “I had this strange dream, OK? The dream was quite believable. It was about... well, I turned into a boy, and when I was a boy, you were my best friend. And when you were my best friend, you always hang out in my house – to play games, and your favorite was this,” I said quickly and showed him the Flame of Recca game, “I think the dream gave me an idea to invite you to come over and play games together. Is that a wrong thing to do?”

He only stared at me in complete confusion and skepticism.

I quickly added, “And I think you’re in love with Hanami Mika.”

Short words, but it worked.

Kurosaki was blushing like mad. Oh... he looked so adorable! Hehe. It looked like I was right. He was in love with Mika. They would look so good together. Yep, congrats me as a matchmaker.

“My house, tomorrow at ten,” I stated. “Ja ne!” With that, I dashed out from his bedroom and his house. I took my bicycle with me.

The next destination was Reika’s house.

It wasn’t going to be less difficult; and I was sure it wasn’t going to be less fun either.

XOX

“I can’t believe it!” Reika shrieked beside me, fixing my dress of the umpteenth time. “My best friend, with Nomura Kaito... MARRIED today! I’m so happy for you two.”

“You weren’t this happy when I confessed to him when we were still in High School,” I smirked.

“Yea, she was so mad that she had dark aura surrounding her for almost two weeks!” the Hanami twins chuckled altogether.

“That’s the past, girl! Then is then, now is now!”

It had been nine years since my transformation into a boy; nine years too, since my new bound friendship with Kurosaki and Reika-san, and my new love-relationship with Kaito-kun.

I was twenty-five at the time, working as quite a successful choreographer with a dancing school. I had the modals from my parents (apparently Tou-san was nice again the moment I turned back into a girl) and had returned them. I was satisfied. I had reached one my biggest goal. And now, I was getting married to a man I loved! This was what I wanted since I was little – aside of being a choreographer.

Reika had a bridal salon and she took care of my needs of the wedding. It wasn’t free, of course, just cheaper because she was one of my best friends. Special discounts, as you might have guessed.

The Hanami twins. They were still very cute and very adorable – but not married yet. Mika was having on and off relationship with a guy named Tanaka, and Sumika was single. Mika was working as a prosecutor attorney and she loved the job. Meanwhile, her twin was working as a psychiatrist. Thank God that Sumika hadn’t shown the signs of early mental disability. Heck, I was only joking.

“Are you ready, Yuki-san?” said a familiar voice from outside the door. It was Kurosaki. About him... I didn’t know why he hadn’t confessed to Mika at all. Was he still in love with her? No one knew.

“Just a second!” I replied.

XOX

“I pronounce you husband and wife,” said the priest before me and Kaito. “You may kiss the bride,” he smiled.

Kaito’s lips tasted sweet as usual. I always had the feeling of doing the right thing when I kissed him. I didn’t know how we were going to turn out after the marriage, but my feelings wouldn’t lie to me. We were going to lovers until our deaths.

Finally, it was time to throw the bouquet. I turned my back against the audience and threw the bouquet away without aiming.

“Agh!”

I turned around, only to see Kurosaki and Mika, together holding the roses bouquet. It seemed that I threw the bouquet to the cocktail, and both of them were near, so they saved it. Silly me.

They looked at each other. For a moment, I thought they were going to break apart, but I was wrong. Mika smiled lovingly at Kurosaki, who smiled back in relief. He still loved her after all, and didn’t confess for nine years. That was just too cool. He should have tried sooner. No one could refuse when a world-wide successful entrepreneur ask you out, right? Kurosaki was damn rich and so gentle, even to me. Plus, he was quite an eye-candy, although he wasn’t as handsome as my husband. Hehe. He should be more confident about himself. Gonna tell him that later.

As for Sumika, I saw her glancing shyly at one of my choreography teachers, a foreigner, Philippe Reynolds. Wow. I really think they were going to get along quite well...! Philippe was American, and he was a very nice man. Plus, he was handsome and was only twenty-seven! His handsomeness often made Kaito a bit jealous, but he didn’t go overload.

For Reika, she was chatting animatedly with Kotano Kosuke, my makeup artist for every dance performances. He had always been working corporately with Reika and now... it seemed like he was going to have a go for her. I knew for a long time that Kosuke had been keeping a secret crush on Reika.

I gave a hidden glance at Kaito, who apparently knew, and winked. I smiled at him. He was a successful animator now, who had worked on a few anime projects. All of them were Manga, of course.

Oh, I’d be there when things turn out, and its process, too, Minna. I knew that we were going to be best friends forever. I was sure of it!

But for now, I was just going to Hawaii with my husband.

For what?

Honeymoon, of course.

“Iko, ne, Yuu-chan,” Kaito’s gentle, loving voice registered into my mind.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

.Fin.

Iko : let’s go. I’m not sure that this is correct, but at least I think that is how it’s pronounced. Correct me if I’m wrong.

Minna : everybody

My second ori fic that’s finished! I’m so happy! Please review, and tell me what you think! Thanks for all the support! I love you all!

I just want to talk about the story now... hope you don’t mind. And you don’t need to read this if you don’t want to. It’s fine by me – as long as you read the story and review.

Truthfully, I got the inspiration from The Lizzie McGuire Movie. When Hillary (Lizzie) was singing What Dreams Are Made Of (the concert), there was a male dancer who spun her around and stuff. I think he’s pretty cute. That’s why I made Yuki as a dancer. It’s quite funny... the inspiration can be anything, even something that didn’t have any relation to the story.

Becoming a boy is also what I wanted. Up until now, actually, but I surprise myself of writing this story. Remember, in the end, Yuki was glad she turned back into a girl. This is just a fiction; I remind you once more, any similarity of names, trademarks, songs, places, is just coincidence. However, I also used some of the famous songs out there, mostly are my favorites. And I wrote a little about Ayumi Hamasaki.

Well, that’s all I gotta say.

See you in the next story!

Believe me; it’s going to be very soon. Heh.