Thursday, February 24, 2011

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[fanfic ] Rainbow love 47


47. Nagasawa

rushed to place vending machines. I do not see where. She ran to each room, open every door. All the places she thought he might appear at Rainbow were to find her. But it but do not see him. She panted, slowly press the elevator, go downstairs to the car. Now is noon, garage floor no one outside your protection. She nodded and bowed to greet uncle, then walk through the rows of cars. Scanning with her hands sweat just left down my cheeks. Suddenly frantic footsteps of her slow, then stop. He was sitting in the car, slowly smoking a cigarette, his eyes distant.

to work this morning, she felt something unusual. Reporters gather in front of houses, her hard New wool to be. Protection prevents misery he broke into the crowd, they feel just the first loss will be trampled.

"Would you please wait to be here on has a lot of reporters and, for a moment Also you will also understand the situation. "- A protected miserable voice.

This is not the first time she saw a black reporter bu bu this type red. What kind of camera fire off continuously, at full capacity, handling microphones, reporters of all the tabloids around this, just as a character can hit any obstacles to scandal. Nagasawa has just gone up the elevator brief think, again caught any character go into this hotel.

newly opened elevator door, Nagasawa came out, saw a crowd of small holes running down the halls of the meeting. She also went by see why. Walked to where she surprised to see Akanishi seriously sat next Tsuyoshi, special correspondents around the fins. Takeuchi found her sitting in the polished cover ranks of young artists. There are no group Tackey & Tsubasa. Today they go shooting outdoor scenes outside the park. But it sure had people calling to report them.

entire interview by Tsuyoshi answer. His voice specific problems, seems to have answered hundreds of questions from reporters. Akanishi sat quietly nearby, her hair floating mist delete blind eyes towards the floor timber. As he looked up, saw at first Nagasawa, found slightly raised his eyebrows again, then rapidly expand. Sooner or later she must know. Like this is good, he does not have a headache trying to tell her.

Finally she found him. This morning, the conference takes long hours in the hour ending blow stir-fry of reporters and staff Rainbow. Nobody can believe a rising star such as sudden wind kites having to give up his career to the United States to improve their knowledge. Slices only, will be a lot for posting the newspaper company Akanishi Jin was retaliating, Akanishi Jin disagree sexual comments solicited his vote should be deported, Akanishi Jin reaches for seniors, pity bury his career ... It is something that everyone can anticipate. Immediately after the press conference, are led around the Akanishi follows. The front gate waiting reporters the company has seen passenger car or pass away Akanishi chase. Nagasawa, but said he is not in the car. Sure he was hiding somewhere in the company, waiting reporters about the new sink down. As of midday sun, the rain gradually louder. Pouring rain all that hard hardship, depression inhibitors into the world. This time make sure reporters do not have patience to wait anymore. Think so, Nagasawa was down parking lots.

he was sitting right there, face troubles. Listless eyes accidentally direction toward her. Then he saw her. She slowly walked closer, he saw no reaction, a momentary hesitation, she voluntarily opened the door, sitting on the seat. He whistled the end of a cigarette in hand, silent and said nothing. She sat next to, patiently waiting for him to speak. But then she smile, he and she is the same as people, hard-headed, obstinate, and do not like change. Not easily be trusted not to voice his mouth before. Akanishi hear her laughter, surprise turned to look. She smiled looking at him tenderly. Long, long ago they did not have a chance like this to sit separately. Nagasawa he is so beautiful, sweet, pure, like a block of crystal.


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