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Hiyori's POV

"He's an idiot for leaving you here."

No, he's not! It's has been little more than two hours plus the longest bubble bath in history yet I still haven't quite gotten over a comment I should easily ignore from a client I despise enough to ask for a switch in project so I shall no longer see him again.

Five good months pass by peacefully or let's say as peaceful as Maiya and Shun could manage now that he's the rising star across Asia with a hot doctor girlfriend. The healing process for Hiro turns out shorter than expected, whist I spend half my week at home and half at his to babysit and being spoiled during the honeymoon phase of a new relationship that doesn't last.

Convincing Hiro to withdraw the request of transfer and hours cut isn't hard, he loves his job and I do not want to be the person who stands in the way so I shouldn't be upset when a client comment about our decision of having Hiro aboard and maintain this long distance relationship. He's out there saving lives, doing good and creating a better world. I would have done the same if someone offers me a job that would not only advance my career but also self growth and exploration along with helping others. I would not turn it down for a guy no matter how much I love him... would I?

Quit the negativity and insecurity already, Hiyori! Don't be a drag, Hiro is off to another side of the world knowing that we could do this, he has faith in us. And even he may meet fellow doctors on the field who would be just as smart, passionate and incredibly attractive, he would not waver, not even for a little.

"This is one weird place ya choose to commit suicide, lady!"

What the heck is she thinking, this is a freaking zoo with family and kids! What is the matter with her?!

Recap or familiarize with what happened click here

Picking up a little further ahead than where it was left off; the cast of Glory Days 20 years later have come back together for a college reunion; with life experiences, maturity (we hope) and are all hoping, for the least to have a good time. Let the manic unfold.

OC Eriko Sato & Midori Katayani

Voltage Canons Yukihisa Maki, Shunichiro Tachibana, Toshiakia, Shinichi Kagari & Rikiya

Part 1 / 2 /

Maki’s POV

The utmost confound smirk which without hesitation graces my lips I’m weary of, although for the woman that causes it, I feel that my uneasiness - for the very moment, I should without trouble be able to let slide. At least for the night. She, the temptress others are compared to, the unicorn that never seems to exist, the femme fatale I have wanted for the last how ever many years yearned to sink my teeth into, looks stunning.

Eyes soaking up the way the dress she wears clings to her every curve and outlines her silhouette exquisitely, the question which is posed at me causes the breath in my lungs to be knocked out of me temporarily – or perhaps that’s managed by her presence; and a warmth of familiarity I haven’t experienced in a long whole fills my chest. The address of my name would of had a more startling effect had Eriko not playfully poked her tongue out at me. None the less, I remember that times change and people become the combined efforts of all those they’ve ever known and sometimes traits we wish we could grow out of or leave behind don’t change. Case in point - the playful Eriko I once remembered flickering out for an appearance finally.

“Tachibana? He… well he was right beside me a minute ago”, I explain with a roll of the eyes, “Why? Would you like it if he got you a drink rather than I?”

A confident display of clicked fingers high up over the bar get the attention of a young woman who at one point in my life, unsurprisingly, would have been my taste in life. Thank god for eventually learning that sometimes things when it came to women and more specifically their bodies on display were better left to the imagination.

“So what are we having? Tastes changed? Champagne, whiskey sour, long island, tonic water? Name your poison”, I ask as I begin to notice that I’m fidgeting like a nervous child at my shirt buttons midway down my chest. Talk about tell signs that no woman in years has been graced to see or attempt to define. Looking over Eriko’s shoulder and noticing Shunichiro manage to near unsuccessfully escape a frenzy of women we once had classes with and make his way over. A shake of the head is all it seems I need to convey what I’m beginning to think.

“I’ll start with two brandy’s, on ice”, I tell the bartender, “…..and for the lady. Well she’s always been one to decide for her self.”

Rikiya’s POV

If it weren’t for Shinichi insisting that the college reunion being something that were near a compulsory attendancr in his own books and guide to life, I’d be still stuck in the work office, calculating grades and figuring out how to improve the overall marks for my class - students were the way of the future. The least I could do was ensure they did better and had more opportunities than myself.

Checking my watch with a flick of my wrist but not before checking the screen of my phone again and groaning to myself at the fact ‘Mr Social’s last text near an hour ago was that he’d be late, I sighed, the sound increasing to an unimpressed exhale after from the corner of my eye I noticed the woman 20 hears ago I stupidly, carelessly, once gave my heart to with a man who helped to inflict a world of pure fuck-up or at least on my behalf also on her life and scowl.

I’m aware that my bestfriend flew abroad to spend time with the girl but this ‘doctor’ still manages to rub me up the wrong way. Thoughts cut short by a whistle following a slap on the back, Shinichi’s presence is just in time to help me swing my mind away.

“….lets get inside and get this night over and done with.”

Eriko Sato’s POV

“Pina Colada, please.” Satisfied with the nod I receive from the cute bartender but not so much at the mockery smirk from Maki, “What, it’s sweet. I like it.” In spite of how often I get tease about my child like taste in alcohol, I’m never used to it. There’s enough expectation in one life time- from family (and the curse that comes with it), work and society. Being a woman maybe a lot easier in 21st century but still takes tremendous hard work just to prove to the world (and the opposite gender) that we are just as excellent and capable so my choice of drinks remain the one little exception- I don’t give a fuck what others think.

Eying up and down the doctor in a stylish, simple three piece tux and looking insanely handsome yet most women are still buzzing pathetically around Tachibana. “You look good.” I smile, as sincerely as possible but my mischievous nature is thick as blood. “No wonder people say men are like fine wine.”

Propping an elbow on the bar and resting my chin in an open palm, I take a sip of my drink and lift it in the air with a happy cheers. Grinning wildly when someone takes the bait and replies along the line of fine wine is said to only improve with age.

“Yeah, they start out as grapes, and it’s up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.“ A cheeky smile finds its way on my lips and shakes my head in amusement. It easier that way- a straight out heart to heart compliment would only lead to something else. Well, not that it has ever prevented the topic from coming up but at least keeping it light seems to be a wise move. Or is it? Was it?

If it wasn’t for the accident that interrupt our private little make out session; if I didn’t use Toshiaki to provoke him then left him hanging in a cab; taunted and ignored him time and time; if I gave in and did it- would he still see me like his goddess? Was I ever truly wise? Did I at least grow a little even in the face of these troubled middle aged fine men?

Shifting my gaze to the door every now and then before I finally see two other familiar faces, one who I got to know a lot more but eventually drifted apart while the other I could have treated better and fair if my life wasn’t such a mess yet the one man I’ve wanted to see most still hasn’t turned up. The quiet battle of waiting patiently and curious to ask Maki is beginning to show as I gulp down my drink a bit too quickly, in attempt to hide whatever this feeling is, "Can I get another one?”

Shunichiro Tachibana’s POV

The crowd has me almost forgotten my reason of attending this reunion but seeing Yuki by the bar comes in handy. “Ladies, it’s so good to see you all but allow me to grab a drink first.”

It’s a mystery how these women who have all ages 20 years on the outside still remain around the same level on the inside. “Perfect timing as always, my friend.” I snatch one glass out of his hand and rolls a nice long sip around my tongue, savouring the soft and subtle flavors.

Mamoru Kishi's POV

"This is one weird place ya choose to commit suicide, lady!"

What the heck is she thinking, this is a freaking zoo with family and kids! What is the matter with her?

His POV

Siren blaring as the ambulance runs through the two red lights with cars pulling over to the side, it's just another night at work for me. "Any plans for the rest of the night?" The casual question from a newly joined colleague and I return a rather mellow "just to catch up on sleep would be nice" sent back to him, "Once you've been in this job long enough, a good night uninterrupted sleep is considered a blessing."

Placing the semi warm cup of coffee down; it's a easy grab of our gear and essential before hopping out the back and head towards the lying body on the ground. My enthusiastic new comer suddenly gone quiet and seemingly lost at what to do first. Professional mode on, it's a pat on his shoulder and reminder to wear gloves first before approaching patients.Knees down and first round check complete follow by a clean turn to the side for the unconscious lady to breathe, carefully lifted to the stretcher and once we are back in the ambulance, that's when my brows frown at the face in sight.

"Whatever."

As soon as that vacuous curse slips through her mouth, I already know the future is set. No doubts that she will pack her belongings and be gone by the time I return to the "home" we build.

Recap or familiarize with what happened click here

Picking up a little further ahead than where it was left off; the cast of Glory Days 20 years later have come back together for a college reunion; with life experiences, maturity (we hope) and are all hoping, for the least to have a good time. Let the manic unfold.

OC Eriko Sato & Midori Katayani

Voltage Canons Yukihisa Maki, Shunichiro Tachibana, Toshiakia, Shinichi Kagari & Rikiya

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 

Midori’s POV

Fingers slipping and the lighter not igniting the way it damn well should, I’m confronted by a ghost of the past offering a cigarette and for a moment it feels as if an angel has graced my presence; or perhaps it would be more right to say a knight in shining armor, but then I remember and remind myself that the man standing in front of me is in fact my ex-boyfriend.

A man I’ve not for the better half of my life been able to get over, move on from, or act like a normal and decent human being around and this realization causes me to near revert to my old ways. Catching the tiniest of smirks that has weaved across his face, it’s a quiet yet polite thank you as I pluck the cigarette out from his fingertips and breathe in the first deep inhale of tobacco I’ve had all day. //Ahhh – the new-found acquaintance hits the spot – even with the two of us standing outside in the brisk cold.//

“Cigarettes do seem to fix everything. I wish someone had told me this 20 years ago”, I jokingly remark before reaching up to place my palm against Shunichiro’s forehead whilst shooting him a concerned look. “You feeling okay though? I’ve never had you chase after me before – and whilst I did noticing you by the bar earlier, I had some um… unwanted attention I needed to be rid of.” While I’m certain that the situation doesn’t exactly need an explanation, I feel it’s only right that I mention it – just in case things were interpreted wrong or out of context.

Fiddling swiftly with one of the straps of my dress, I adjust it a little higher up my shoulder and shift my weight from one heel to the other as, expected on my own accord, my eyes happily (without needing to be told) wander up and down Shunichiro’s figure which causes the corners of my lips to curl back up into a playful smirk. //He always did look good in a suit. Is a compliment or comment needed? After all this time, I’m certain he can still read my mind so what’s the use right?//

“I feel like I should be saying something and blabbering on like I always did but I’ve learnt over the last few years that sometimes it’s best to keep your mouth shut, even if you do like the sound of your own voice”, I elucidate with a shrug of my shoulders, “So how about if for once I listen and you, tell me something. It can be anything. I promise, as a captive audience I’ll be all ears.”

Rikiya’s POV

It would be a lie if I hesitated to say that the embrace Kagari manages to evoke within seconds of his presence being observed doesn’t get under my skin. The conversations all men have about the ‘one who got away’ or of ‘the glory days of our lives’ we share with few of whom we honestly trust have mostly centred around this girl – about his once girl – about Eriko Sato; someone I heard from and then disappeared along with my best friend into the wind for years. Chewing on the inside of my lip, it’s a half nod in Eriko’s attention in response to her question; hastily tacked on with, “fine”, which earns me an elbow to the ribs from Kagari I more than likely deserved.

The gentleman beside her seems familiar although I can’t exactly put a name to the face and after scratching at my eyebrow to satisfy and itch I premeditate that I’ll have in the near future; it’s a quick offer of my hand out to Eriko when I notice the music change – the DJ put on something a little slower, a little subtler and ask over the microphone for any college romances or first loves become distant to make their way to the middle of the dancefloor for what has been dubbed ‘3 minutes in heaven’.

I never did get to dance with the girl I wanted to at prom. Arghh – that’s a memory I didn’t need.

“C’mon…”, I try to tempt her along; fingers wiggling, “It’s just three minutes – then I’ll let you get back to doing whatever it was you were doing”, my eyes shoot whilst narrowing toward the man who’s name I still can’t remember. //Talk about being able to hold a grudge.// “What do ya say?”

Eriko’s POV

A confident grin emerges from the corner of my lips as I take Rikiya’s hand and notice the irritations from the other two gentlemen, honestly, guys thrive competition more than I ever do- the need to be the first in everything simultaneously run in their vein. With a quick goodbye and I’ll be back, I follow Rikiya’s lead and slide to the dance floor.

After all these years, the bad boy hides none of his naughtily with or without his leather jacket which I still have one in possession. If Shinichi has never followed me, would there be a chance for Rikiya and I? He was clear about what he wants, being a second choice clearly wasn’t it and in all fairness, my heart was completely taken by someone else back then. It was wise of him to stay away, perhaps, he was the wisest among us all.

Fingers wrapping tighter around his neck to pull him close, I whisper a quick sorry before resting my head against his chest, forgetting our past and illusion of any more pointless what ifs, simply living the moment- enjoying a peaceful, romantic and long overdue three minutes of our own.

Shunichiro’s POV

Thick smoke trail from between our lips and lazily tracing up to the night sky. “I’m retiring.” With a sigh that flushes the rest of the smoke riddles breath from my lungs, I shrug and chuckle at Midori’s disbelief.

“They are promoting me to a consultant position which simply put is my early retirement.“ Leaning against the wall as the end of the cigarette glows red in the dark, I take another deep breath and blow it out. "So I’m having a celebration, farewell party of sort. You’re with me from the beginning,” I pause, leaving the details to myself rather than reminding her our dark history which I am sure still haunts her from time to time. “would you like to come?”

Eyes drifting from my cigarette to her dress (and every curve I’d see in the dark alleyway) then back onto her eye level before she’d slap me in the face that I may or may not deserved from years ago. Pulling out a long envelope from my inner pocket with her full name written, “Here, it would be an honor if you could make it."