School Girls' Stories - Year 3

Chapter 29 – My Promise to You

Fuji watched the airplane fly away, and if it had been a romantic movie she would have been the heroine watching her lover fly away from her, the sun setting in the background, the wind picking up her hair. Instead, this was a drama, and though the sun was setting it was not her lover, but her best friend who was now flying away in a plane, and the wind was not gracefully picking up her hair and blowing it back, it was whipping it in her face. She had to duck her head to keep it from whipping at her eyes and it was one of the only times she missed her glasses.

“Your mom is going to kill you when she finds out what you did with that money,” Devilin pointed out to Fuji.

Fuji just gave off a Gallic shrug, almost reminiscent of Amatsu’s usual shrugs. “It was important to her, and this was one thing I could not deny her.”

“Why didn’t you go with her?”

Fuji laughed. “It would not have been romantic when she showed up,” Fuji pointed out, then added, for good measure, “that, and my mother would have killed me twice for missing school to go to London. Who knows how long she will be gone, that was a one way ticket. And it was hard enough to snag that when I had to pretty much force the bank to give her a passport on such short notice.”

“You bribed them?”

“Yes, very much so.”

Devilin laughed. “Are you going to bribe them to let Shinwa off?” Fuji’s face suddenly went a deep shade of crimson, redder than he had ever seen her go before, even when he had first tried to seduce her, and had failed miserably. “You already tried, didn’t you?”

Fuji shrugged slightly. “I tried, and I failed,” she pointed out. “The judge on his case happens to be a very moral guy, which is not a good sign for our pop star.”

“Where did your morals go?” Devilin asked, watching the plane disappear in the distance as Fuji began to walk away, out of the wind that was whipping the cold winter air their way.

“Out the window when I saw my friend in that much pain,” Fuji admitted. “Besides, I was not raised to be moral, I was raised to be successful, and there is a difference.”

“Are you successful?” the question was echoed, one right after the other, before one was finished the next began. Fuji looked towards Devilin and for a moment she thought he doubled, then she noticed the very distinct differences through the window of the two men standing there, watching her. Fuji did not know what to say, she only smiled.

“Are you guys coming in from the cold?” she asked as the electronic door opened once more, and the two men continued to stand out there, watching her.

“This is the part that’s like the cheesy romantic movie!” Devilin called in before the glass closed on them once more.

She knew what he was trying to say. He was telling her she needed to choose, fiancé number 1, or fiancé number 2. Either way they would do anything they could to make her happy, either way it would be the right decision. Did that make it a harder decision? Of course not. Because either way she loved Amatsu, and with that in her mind she walked out of the glass door once more and went to give her answer.