"Gentlemen, please smile swag!" The girl wanted more pictures, and they were posing for her.
"Miyu-chan give me a picture, please," the singer asked.
"Yes, I would also like to have one," Takashi also spoke up.
"I can do better, I'll let you choose with me the photos that made it into the souvenir album." They nodded.
Intrigued by how Miyu created the TMD, the artist kept asking more questions. As she answered, Haruki looked at the landscape again. Today, the city didn't look like a monstrous creature. Or was it the time he spent looking at the creature that gave him a chance to see its beauty?
The city looked beautiful this morning. Reflecting a little more, he understood.
What had changed was that now he was not alone, he had the company of a friend and a cute girl. 'Miyu-chan forgive me!' Haruki thought. He would do his best in the days to come. She did not deserve to be harassed by the crazy things her father was doing to them.
"Miyu-chan, thanks for the clothes, and for being especially kind to me," he said, turning to her.
The girl blushed, ducking her head and smiling with her lips closed.
"Our first meeting was a disaster, and so were the others. I just wanted a truce,"she was very graceful when speaking, placing the index fingers on her cheeks to create false dimples.
Haruki laughed, making his dimples appear, putting his arms over his head making a heart,
"Truce accepted!" he spoke in a child's voice.
The behavior of the youngsters provoked a fit of laughter in Takashi.
"I have an invitation for you both," Miyu invited, using the moment,
"Enjoy this beautiful day with me. And I will show you the City of Dreams in return!"
"Yes, that's fine by me," Takashi replied, and looked at Haruki.
"It will be a pleasure, my lady," the singer went 'Prince mode on', bowing in the European way for her.
They went on the tour with the girl. None of them were in a hurry to return. Not Haruki at least. And by Takashi's carefree way he also seemed to want to come back. Time away from Saito and Jun was what Haruki needed to clear his thoughts.
They wandered around taking pictures, listening to how Miyu had thought of the place. She always wanted to travel and see these cities. Then she discovered that when in Neona she had a RARE ITEM that turned her into 'The Architect'. Since then she has been working to create the City of Dreams inside the TMD, and other places that she could show them if they wanted to. Miyu stopped talking when she heard the sound of guts.
"Sorry, it's the stomach!" Haruki had been fasting for hours, his belly growled with hunger.
"Let's lunch at Café Parisien," Miyu-chan called them.
Haruki remembered his kiss with Saito, how his body reacted, how his whole body reacted. But he didn't feel the urge he felt with Jun, nor did it remember the tingling and breathtaking sensations the baker aroused when he touched Haruki.
'Why did I let things come to this?' The singer wondered, between a mouthful and another. Even though his body protested over a prolonged lack of food, he had no appetite.
The place reminded him of how frivolous he had been, accepting Saito's advances. The climber didn't deserve to be deceived either. What could Haruki say in his defense when he returned to them? No, the singer was being optimistic. There was no one to listen to his justifications. Hopefully, there would be Saito waiting to hear his side of the facts. Only the climber would want to hear it. Because Jun didn't want to see him anymore. 'Then that's it. 'I will explain my feelings to Saito, and wish him to accept my friendship after this whole fiasco. ' The singer still had to think about how to get back at Daisuke. As for Jun, there was nothing to do.
"Haruki-san!" Miyu-chan had asked a question the singer had not heard.
"Can Miyu-chan repeat please?"
"Snow, I'm going to make it snow. You want to see it?"
"Wow. Of course I do." Haruki stood up to leave the cafe.
Miyu-chan opened the fur coat showing a large necklace, with an amethyst stone that she touched looking up.
Little by little, clouds were forming, becoming dense, the air quickly cooled. And the first snowflakes started to fall. It took about ten minutes for the first snowflakes to come twirling in the cold air of the Deck 4.
Takashi's face was paralyzed in a smile, with open arms, very different from his usual composed attitude. At this moment he seemed ecstatic. Miyu-chan took the opportunity to take more pictures of her favorite otome boy. As snow accumulated on the replica of the Eiffel Tower, in the background.
Haruki saw Jun speeding by in a millennial pink convertible with Daisuke at his side, running at high speed through the empty streets of the City of Dreams.
'Dice-k, you bastard! Jun! You will also regret it.' He thought, gritting teeth at the vision.
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