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Makoto Oshiro

"It's what I love to do..."

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a character in “Misery Loves Company”, as played by peace_of_mind7

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"I want to have a choice..."




General Knowledge
"I can't be what he wants me to be..."




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|Full Name|
Makoto Oshiro

|Nickname|
Mack or Maki

|Gender|
Male

|Age|
Twenty-one

|Ethnicity/Race|
1/2 Japanese and 1/2 Filipino

|Sexual Orientation|
Heterosexual

|Room #|
257

|Prior Occupation|
Mob Boss

|Current Occupation|
Lawyer






Things You Want To Know
"I have a dream..."




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|Hair Color|

Jet Black

|Eye Color|

Dark Chocolate

|Height|

Six Feet

|Weight|

One Hundred and Seventy Pounds

|Tattoos|

None

|Piercings|

None

|Scars|

There is a scar on his cheek, back, and stomach from when his father had him jumped after refusing to take over the business.

|Character Color|

#18a158

|Description|

Mack is a rather tall fellow, towering at about six feet with a slight muscular frame. His eyes are doe-brown and almost innocent while his short hair is jet black, spiking over his forehead. His skin is an olive complexion and bears the marks of his father's violent rages. He is a man that carries the look of a good man, however his father is attempting to morph him into the cruel man that he is.





For Better Or For Worse
"I dream of freedom..."




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|Personality|
{Dreamer, Talented, Sweet, Trapped, Torn}

Makoto is a gentle spirit that is a firm believer in non-violence. He is a lover, not a fighter and finds his father's views twisted and wrong. He has a Buddhist mentality that causes him to find passive methods to solve his problems. Morally, Mack is the pinnacle of innocence because he has a tendency to merely see the best in people, even when it's not even there. This is also the main cause of his naive nature; his tragic flaw. He is a very spiritual person with his 'make love not war' outlook on life. He thinks that the world isn't a horrid place, but simply a bit lost.

Being a complete sweet heart, Makoto doesn't approve of his father's ideals. He believes that there is a simpler, more honest way to make a living. Mack is a dancer. He moves with a fluid grace that is to be admired, but due to his family's business, he is forced to cast away everything that he is to be someone else.

Tragically, Makoto's heart is too pure. Despite his father's caustic remarks, violent rages, and cruel tortures, Mack still loves him. It's that devotion and love that will end him one day. His is too selfless; risking his life to save another because the mere thought of doing such a good deed is enough to make it worth it. He can't stand to see anyone in pain, no matter who they are, he feels compelled to comfort them. He will throw away his problems in order to assist someone else, however this can be taxing on him because his concern will not falter. He will worry himself until he is positive that everything is okay. He does these things not only out of the kindness of his heart, but also to escape from his own troubles.



|Hobbies|

~ Dancing
~ Philanthropy
~ Eating
~ Reading
~ Writing (Narratives mainly)


|Habits|

~ He hums when he is thinking
~ He dances when any type of music is playing
~ He snaps when he gets an idea
~ He hates silence, so he can always be seen with his IPod and headphones lodged in his ears


|Oddities|

~ Maki used to be called 'Bones' because when he danced it was as if he didn't have a bone in his body
~ He hates the smell of alcohol because of his father's addiction
~ He doesn't cry in public
~ On the rare chance that he's angry, he will turn the other cheek, but will dance to blow off steam
~ Mack can't lie to save his life



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|Likes/Loves|
  • Pasta
  • Dancing
  • Music
  • Crime Novels
  • Philanthropy
|Dislikes/Hates|
  • Sushi
  • Violence
  • The Mob
  • Restrictions
  • Sit-Coms


Stuff You Shouldn't know...
"And when I dance, I feel free. I have control, for once."






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|Strengths and Weaknesses|

|Character Skills/Talents|
  • Dancing
  • Communicating
  • Listening
  • Writing
|Character Flaws/Weaknesses|
  • Cooking
  • Fighting
  • Lying
  • Being Mean

Secrets:
~ His father forced him to torture and brutally kill a man
~ His dancing is the only thing that gives him control over his life
~ He has been feeling a little sick lately, but has been ignoring his symptoms

Fears/Phobias:
~ His father
~ Breaking his legs
~ Clowns











Remembering The Past
"It's what makes me special...different...and I never want to let that go."




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|Biography|

|Place Of Origin|

New York, New York

|Birth Date|

August 5th

|History|

Makoto's life has always been planned from the moment he was bought into the world. His father ran the Japanese mafia in New York City, teaching Mack to run the business when he finally reached his peak. Being the eldest, Makoto was next in line to carry out the legacy that his grandfathers set for him. However, during his childhood, Maki expressed signs of generosity and purity that his father dismissed. His mother taught him that kindness and love were golden; to not lead with your fist, but your heart. He embraced her lessons along with the piano, violin, and cello, but what really caught his attention were the ballroom dancing lessons that his mother enrolled him in when he was ten. He discovered his knack for dance and ventured out, honing his talent is multiple genres. He felt free when he was tap dancing, careless when he was break dancing, and graceful when he was foxtrotting. Makoto found his passion.

It wasn't until he was eighteen and his sister, Kazuki was thirteen that their father began to expect more from Makoto. He pushed him towards the business, criticizing his dancing and calling him a disgrace. He claimed that Maki was breaking tradition. Humble, Mack didn't argue, simply allowing his father to verbally abuse him and flinching whenever he raised his hand at him. He began to hide his talent, only dancing in the privacy of his bedroom. He hoped that one day, he'd be able to convince his father that his gift wasn't a waste of time. Sadly, the man refused to listen. He forced Maki to attend business deals, watch men get tortured for information, and oversee illegal transactions. Each event making Maki feel dirty.

When he turned twenty, Maki's mother gave birth to his youngest brother, Yuki, but died in the process. Her death led to his father's spiral. He took out the pain of his loss on Mack. Within that same year, his father took him to yet another torture session. Apparently, the man was rat and deserved to be punished, but Mack knew him personally and knew that at home, he had three kids and a wife to care for. He remained silent as the man was beaten within an inch of his life, but then his father commanded the goons to stop before turning to Maki and ordering him to finish the traitor off slowly and painfully. Maki hesitated, but refused. His father pointed the pistol to his head, declaring that Makoto was not his son because his son wouldn't defy him. Afraid for his life, Maki reluctantly torture the man then ended his life with a gruesome stab to the throat. After that day, the dancer was traumatized and filled with so much shame that he considered suicide. That's when the idea hit him. He'd fake his dead and escape the tyranny of his father's rule. Month went by and Makoto planned everything to the T.

One rainy night, Makoto was on his way home after closing a deal with a drug lord. He swerved off the road, crashing the car and getting out then used lighter fluid to set the car on fire. After faking his death, Maki made his way to freedom...until The Gift of Innocence recruit found him.

|Family Tree|

Father|Jun|50|Alive
Mother|Nani|45|Deceased
Sister|Kazuki|16|Alive
Brother|Yuki|1|Alive

|Happiest Memory|

"My mom taught me how to ballroom dance. She'd pick twirl me around as classical music swirled around us. She was an amazing dancer and an amazing woman."

|Saddest Memory|

"I can't get his screams out of my head. My father instructed me, urging me forward as he pressed the gun to my head, 'slice off his ear,' or 'cut off two fingers'...he kept begging, talking about his wife and kids. He was so scared. I didn't want to do it, God, I didn't want to...I'm just so sorry."







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Theme Song




It's Time | Imagine Dragons
So this is what you meant
When you said that you were spent
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit
Right to the top
Don't hold back
Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check

I don't ever wanna let you down
I don't ever wanna leave this town
'Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am

So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
Right to the top
Don't look back
Turning the rags and giving the commodities a rain check

I don't ever wanna let you down
I don't ever wanna leave this town
'Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am

This road never looked so lonely
This house doesn't burn down slowly
To ashes, to ashes

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am


Second & Sebring (Of Mice & Men Cover) | D at Sea
I believe it's time for me to be famous,
And out of place.
I believe it's time for me to move forward,
When I break through.

This time I'll, make you,

Proud to see me over, come on daylight.

Proud of, who you raised.

Your shelter, your peacefulness.

So this time I'll make you proud.

Proud of, who you raised up.
You know that I will,
Always be here 'til the end.

Come back so I can say thank you for this,
Home cooked meals and a place to rest,
My troubled head when you're away,
I've passed the test, I've earned an A,
Not just in school, but in life,
You'll always be right by my side.
To help me show, hope to all,
That are lost and sick in this dying world.
I'll use the love you left behind,
I'll change their minds, I'll change their minds.

I hope, I hope you smile,
When you look down on me.
I hope you smile.

This can't, we won't know.
I hope that I make you proud.

This is not what it is, only baby scars.
I need your love like a boy needs his mother's side.

This is not what it is, only baby scars.
I need your love like a boy needs his mother's side.

This is not what it is, only baby scars.
I need your love like a boy needs his mother's side, yeah.






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Other/Misc:

|Wants to gain|
"I just want my freedom...it's all I ever wanted."

|Anything else|
~ Makoto can speak fluent Japanese
~ He always has his headphones and IPod on his person
~ He carries a picture of his mother because she was the only person that supported his dream
~ He wants to become a famous choreographer





OOC
|Password|
I've been Rping for three years and I like original, dramatic, and romantic RPs

|How often can you get online?|
Every Day

|How often can we expect you to be able to post?|
Every Day

So begins...

Makoto Oshiro's Story

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There was a sense of dread within the coffee colored irises of Makoto Oshiroā€™s eyes as he viewed himself in the mirror above the sink. Your honor,ā€ he said with a practiced poise, voice booming with authority and edge. ā€œMy client, Victor Milo is a man of business like many other Americans and business is all heā€™s ever known.ā€ His long fingers tightened his crimson tie around his neck. He rehearsed his case repeatedly, surveying the plethora of angles the prosecution would attempt to bash his client. However, despite his preparation, Maki felt an overwhelming weight bearing down on his broad shoulders. He knew what really happenedā€¦he knew the truth, and yet there he was preparing and rehearsing for yet another lie. His fingers slowly slipped off of the tie, falling limp against the pocket of his slacks as he watched the broken man before him. He stared into the deep dark hues of his reflection, analyzing and spotting the change they took since he first arrived in this purgatory. They were much darker than they use to be, more cynical and specked with increasing animosity. The eyes are a window to the soul, Makiā€™s was dimming, murky like polluted rivers. He inhaled, calming himself. He had to ruin the life of an innocent woman and her three children, after all by aiding the release of the thing that maliciously tore the man they called husbandā€¦and father to pieces, making him nothing more than various stains on the floor and white walls of the broken familyā€™s suburban home.

Huffing, Maki abruptly turned away from the glass, unable to look at the monster he was becoming. What scared him the most? That he was actually really good at what he did. All the lies he said flowed through him like the blood in his veins; effortless. He had outsmarted a mass of professional lawyers, twisting the truth to fit the needs of his client and he lacked the degree they worked so hard to achieve. It wasnā€™t fair towards them and it wasnā€™t fair to the families that he helped suffer. Makoto Oshiro defended evil; men and women that slaughtered, kidnapped, and raped. Anyone that could buy him. As he slipped on his shiny black shoes, Maki tried with all of his might, not to think about the collateral damage that this case would have. It was always this way; the guilt gnawing on his mind until he began to question his own humanity. This was what The Shepherd wantedā€¦to torment him by using his good nature to morally scar himself. His moral compass was going insane as he shrugged on his black and white pinstripe blazer and reached for his leather briefcase. He then grabbed his Android 5.0, glancing at the time just as a reminder began blinking on the screen. He tapped his thumb against the screen, seeing that it was his calendar informing him that Daniel was getting older. He put on a brave face, smiling goofily as he aimed the frontal camera toward his face, tapping the camera app and setting it to video.

ā€œHey, Dan!ā€ He beamed into the device. ā€œHappy birthday, man. I hope this video will at least put a smile on your face. Youā€™re getting old, dude!ā€ He ended the video with a fond chuckle that didnā€™t reach his eyes then sent it via text. As soon as the device confirmed that the message was successfully sent, Maki immediately deflated. He was glad that at least one personā€™s day would be a little bit brighter, he only wished that person was him. Sighing, Maki made his way to the door, rehearsing the defense in his mind whilst attempting to suppress the toxic guilt that was still eating away at him like acid on metal.

Meandering down the hallway, Maki was completely oblivious to the drunkard that was heading straight for him, for he was preoccupied with checking his calendar for more appointments that he had for the week. It wasnā€™t until a bony shoulder slammed into his that his dark eyes were yanked from his cell phone.

ā€œMove!ā€A grungy man with a half empty bottle of wine stumbled past him with a rather cynical expression adorning his alabaster face. His cheeks were slightly rosy with the effect of strong alcohol pumping through his liver and his pupils dilated, eyes wide and shifting as if he felt something would attack him any minute now. Makoto could tell he was a new unfortunate soul, just waiting to be dragged further down this modern day hell. He felt a little sorry for him, already the other man was finding refuge at the bottom of a bottle. Maki placed a soft smile on his face, despite his terrible mood.

ā€œSorry, that was my fault.ā€ It wasnā€™t. ā€œYou must be new here, right? Havenā€™t seen you before, so thatā€™s what Iā€™m assuming. Iā€™m Makoto Oshiro, but most just refer to me as Mack or Maki. Pick your poison.ā€

The man said nothing, his bright luminous cerulean eyes boring into Maki with utter worldly distaste. It was a look that only a man of true hatred could utilize and it honestly sent chills running up Makotoā€™s spine. There was uncomfortable silence between the two of them as the stranger glared at Maki and Maki tried to decipher the tension that formed in the atmosphere. The silence was nearly suffocating, so Maki took it upon himself to get the ball rolling againā€¦the poor naĆÆve bloke wasnā€™t prepared for the fire that was spat his way when he asked; ā€œSo, you have a name?ā€

There was a dull gleam in the strangerā€™s gaze as he pressed his lips to the rim of the bottle and gulped down ruby liquid. He gasped when he finally let up, wiping his mouth with his forearm. ā€œYeah, I do.ā€ He said in an indifferent drone that was laced with venomous disdain at The First Born Sonā€™s simple question. There was another pause, yet it was shorter than the last, due to Makiā€™s next question.

ā€œAre you going to tell me what it is?ā€ Maki grilled, tone expressing his befuddlement. Never had he seen someone this cynical in a long time. It made him curious as to what made him the way he is. Everyone there had a story, what was this guyā€™s? He was tempted to probe his mind, peek into every nook and cranny until he found what made him tick. The beauty of telepathy. However, Maki was anything if not moral and he knew that it would be an invasion of privacy, so he refrained.

ā€œNo, I'm not,ā€ the blue eyed ball of loathing replied.

ā€œBecause?ā€ Maki pushed, only to receive an exasperated sigh. He kept his brow quirked as his thumb and forefinger rubbed his chin while he waited for a response.

ā€œBecause in telling you my name it would imply that I may want to have future conversations with you, and to be honest, I donā€™t. So, you can tell everyone else in the damn Welcome Committee to shove it and leave me be, Iā€™m not interested in making friends or ā€˜belongingā€™. You donā€™t need to know who I am, what I do, or why Iā€™m here. Just stay the hell out of my way.ā€

ā€œSoā€¦ā€ Maki drawled out, deadpan. ā€œI canā€™t know your name.ā€

ā€œNo, Iā€™m not telling you shit, okay?ā€

Maki nodded in understanding, ā€œFine, you donā€™t have to tell me anything,ā€ he turned around with his briefcase in hand and his attention on his cell phone as he began to walk away. ā€œIt was a pleasure meeting you, Jasper.ā€ Maki smirked, not daring to look over his shoulder, for he was pretty sure that the other man was staring at his retreating form in disbelief. It goes to show, Makiā€™s moral compass was gradually cracking.

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"And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back. And given half the chance would I take any of it back. It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone. It's always darkest before the dawn. Oh whoa, oh whoa... And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't. So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road. And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope. It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat. 'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me. Looking for heaven, found the devil in me. Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me, yeah." Was the only thing that could be heard from the young girl's room. As she sung Shake It Out by Florence and the Machine, the latest song that she had become addicted to. At least for the time being. She sung to the beat of the shower water hitting the tile floor as she washed the conditioner out of her hair and turning off the hot water. There was nothing Fiona liked doing after a long jog other than a hot shower. She yawned loudly as she wrapped a towel around her small body and walking into her room to the outfit that she had already set out before jumping into the shower about half an hour ago.

The girl grabbed her phone from beside the dress and sent a text to her close friend, Maki. She had been here three months and he was one of the few that she actually called a friend and to say she didn't have some sort of attraction to the man would be a lie. He was just different from the rest of the guys she had met before and she thought it was a nice change from what she was used to back home.

Want to hang out? I should be over soon.


She tossed her phone back on to the plush bed before tossing the towel away and slipping on the teal and white dress along with a pair of flats. She took another ten minutes to finish her make up and dry her curly hair before heading out the door, locking it behind her and walking towards Mack's apartment. It wasn't long until she was at his door, knocking softly on the wooden door. As she waited for him to answer the door. She unknowingly began fixing her hair, being able to tell that it was already returning back to its unmanageable curls.

Plastering a friendly smile on his face, Maki opened the door a little too quickly. "Oh!" He said, trying to sound disinterested when inside he was filled with nervous energy and glee. "Hey, Fiona." He attempted to look nonchalant as he leaned against the door frame, which was a failed attempt seeing as he ended up bumping his head against the wooden surface. She could tell something bad was going to happen the second he started leaning but that didn't stop here from being shocked. "Oh my God. Are you okay?!"

"Ow!" Maki rubbed his temple gingerly. "Not helping the hangover..." She rolled her eyes and shook her head before grabbing his wrist softly and walking into his apartment to see the television on but on mute. With a light blush, Maki let the British blonde usher him into his apartment. Leave it to him to make himself look like a complete idiot.

"Well, that's why you shouldn't go drinking with Daniel of all people." The Brit let go of his wrist before turning towards him. "But, the best way to sober up is with food and as we both know, I am an excellent cook." She told him as she placed her hands on her small hips with a smirk on her baby doll face. "You just sit and try to keep your head from exploding and I'll make you something, okay? It should be done soon." She told him as the 5'2 girl picked up a comforter off the ground, went on her tiptoes, and put the soft blanket back on his shoulders.

She scurried into the kitchen, turning her back to Mack as she looked through a few of the cabinets for any ideas. He watched her saunter into the kitchen, a small smile playing on his lips. As she looked through the cabinets, it just showed how different the two were. Most of the things in his kitchen weren't in hers and most of the things in her kitchen were things that no one has really heard of. And most people weren't open to trying them. "You're an angel, Fiona," Maki grinned as he plopped onto the couch. "I aim to please, love." She told him from the kitchen as she looked around for a pot.

"We can watch a movie if you want. Your pick since you're cooking." The blonde had to try and hide the smile that was trying forming on her lips. "Um, okay. I'll pick a movie once I'm done." She turned on the stove and turned her attention to the ingredients. Her mother always told her that their family soup could fix and problem, whether it was a headache or a hangover that her older brothers were trying to recover from a night out. She placed the pot on the stove and walked towards the couch. She sat down next to Mack and looked through the movies. "I don't want to watch anything sad because then I'm going to start crying and British people aren't suppose to cry." She said with a smirk on her face as she looked towards the Asian man. "Brits have emotions?" Maki jested. "Huh, who would have thought?" Fiona nudge him as she continued looking. Maki grabbed his blanket, covering his shoulders and snuggling into the sofa as she sat beside him. He didn't say a word as Fiona rifled through the movie selections. He took this time to admire her from his perch, watching the way the sunlight that poured through the blinds bent around her form like a halo, how her blue eyes reflected the soft glow of the television, and the way her light freckles complimented her pale complexion. In Maki's eyes, Fiona was the epitome of beauty and grace. And him? Maki was just Maki, the awkward, clumsy Asian that couldn't even greet his crush without fucking up. He kept a smile on his face despite the veil of inferiority that cloaked him.

"Oh, I know! Let's watch the best movie of the 2000's." She flipped to the Indie films and selected one she had seen years ago, Mr.Nobody. Most of the people she watched it with never really paid attention to it or to her. They mostly were on their phone or doing anything but watching it or talking to her yet, it was always the first pick when she was the one choosing. After selecting it, the young girl got up and went back to the soup which was coming to a boil. "Thanks again for the food, Fiona. It's greatly appreciated." Then she was off, ladling their meal in bowls before she returned.

Smiling at her creation, she turned the stove off before setting it down on a cool burner. Turning towards the cabinets once more, her dress whirling in the progress. She grabbed two bowls and filled them up before walking over to Maki. She set it down in front of him on the coffee table with a spoon before smiling. "Bon AppƩtit, my friend." She brought her legs on to the couch, next to her as she turned towards Maki. "You wouldn't happen to have another blanket, would you?"

Upon asking for a blanket, Maki shrugged as he shook his head. He did have another blanket, but when you see a window of opportunity you seize that shit.

"Lucky for you," Maki smiled. "I'm charitable."

Maki scooted closer to her side, draping half of the blanket onto her shoulders. "That better?"

She bit her lip, trying to hide her rosy cheeks as she nodded. "Much, thank you." She sighed as she wrapped it around, moving closer to Maki without even realizing. Not that she minded. She just looked towards the movie with her soup in hand as she enjoyed this moment.

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The snow was like a thin white sheet shrouded the streets of Manhattan. What was once the city that never slept now became the city that never wanted to go outside. Those few who actually enjoyed the freezing temperatures took solace in ice skating or having snowball fights. It was that time of the year where you bundled up by the fire with your loved ones with cups of hot coco, Christmas just around the corner. For the most part, this was a happy time of year; a time to make cherished memories as well as reminiscence on the past year.

However, the same could not be said for our Flock.

For past months, Fiona could feel herself slowly but surely going downhill, while she seemed like the same young girl, secretly, when she was in her room all alone she would just look in the mirror, hating herself. Many tried telling her that it wasn't her fault what happened to her back home in England and for the first five months, she would believe it. But, now...she started thinking it was her fault. And, because of that she couldn't bring her to go anywhere near her daughter, she wasn't worth to see that little girl. Everyday was exactly the same as the last. She would go to work and come home. As if she was just drifting through life. And the days she didn't have to work, she would stay in her house all day, just sitting in the dark, in the silence. Hoping that something would pop out to her to make her feel as if she was worth of something or someone's love, affection, or friendship. Yet, she couldn't think of anything that made her worthy of any of it. What made it worst was the fact that the more she tried to stay away from falling for someone again, the more she found herself falling for Maki. And every time she wanted to be more than what they were, more than friends, she would hear herself saying that she never would deserved someone like him. And on those days where someone would come around, seeing what was going on with the Brit. She wouldn't even answer. By December, she was nothing like herself. She was a shell of the young, bright girl she once was. Wade has taken these months to visit his family only to find his mother had taken up with a man that did not suit well with him. To cut a long story short, Wade and the new boyfriend got in a fight, punches were thrown and Wade was eventually told to leave and never come back. He did not care so much about losing contact with his mother as he did with his younger siblings; whom he loved more dearly that the woman he's been hanging out with. Yes, he and Kaya still accompany each other throughout the week, his affection for her never waning.

Kaya's father finally found out that her mother had been cheating on him for years and her parents are currently in the middle of a messy divorce. Kaya is stuck in the middle, forced to pass on messages but refusing to take sides. Though, on a lighter note, there's a new employee that was just employed at Kaya's place of business, a male who Kaya thinks is rather attractive. Novia, on the other hand, has been dealing with a mental breakdown of an existential nature. For months now she's kept herself hauled up in her apartment in order to avoid Daniel. She would still go to work, however, if only because she is incapable of disrupting her schedule no matter what. Since her first breakdown, she's been avoiding him like the plague and pretty much running away any time he tried to speak to her. Unbeknownst to Daniel, she doesn't mean it. She's not sure what she means anymore. Or what she wants. Or who she is. She's just kinda empty. There's no passion in her. Whenever Daniel would come for the numbers she just slips the paper under the door.

Now onto Jasper. You'd think out of everyone, he would be having the worst time of all the Flock. Well that's where you're wrong. Since the arrival of Annemarie, what time he's not spending at the bottom of the bottle is spent sheathed in her. They've hit it off in a way that is purely psychical, neither of them looking for a relationship and instead searching for a bit of a release. Daniel has kept his promise and came to see Jasper every day, the span of time spent in apartment 277 becoming longer and longer every day he barges in. No matter how many times Jasper changes the locks, Daniel manages to get in, and despite all of his intelligence the young Russian drunk can't seem to wrap his head around how he's been doing. Daniel has been secretly taking bottles of alcohol out of Jasper's apartment for every visit, leaving with it in order to keep him from drinking himself to death. Jasper now has a steady couple of months to live and Daniel's goal remains to increase it by a couple of years at least. Maki and Daniel are still inseparable. They still have a couple of drinks every weekend if Maki doesn't have plans with Fiona, using the Bourbon Daniel swiped from Jasper's apartment instead of going out to the bar. Though, even throughout their time spent together, Daniel has yet to notice that Maki's lifespan is very slowly dwindling. Maybe it's a force of habit on his part. Maki, on the other hand, has noticed something wrong; he just hasn't built up the courage to tell anyone.

So what has The Shepherd been doing as his little sheep suffer through these grueling months? Well, I won't go into much detail, but the amount of time he's been spending with little Emily should be enough to raise someone's suspicions.

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Time: 3:00 P.M.
Date: Wendesday, 1st Janurary 2014
Location:Manhattan, New York


For the past few days, Fiona couldn't take her mind off of Maki. Daniel had told her the day he would be returning but as the day got closer and closer, Fiona felt herself getting even more worried. She didn't know what was wrong with him, which was driving her crazy. But, she knew that if she had to heal him and Daniel wouldn't tell her exactly what was wrong with his best friend... It was bad which scared her. It scared her so much that during the day she had gotten halfway to his apartment two times before stopping, turning around, and going back into hers.

With the the same thoughts going through her head every time she turned around; "What if I can't do anything?", "What if I can't heal him? Then what?". She was good at healing people, really good. But, she had to be concentrated. She had to act as if the other person wasn't there and with Maki that was really hard to do. With Maki, Fiona couldn't help but wish to be in his arms. With his light brown eyes looking into her blue ones all while he promised to never hurt her. Was it a fantasy? Of course, but that fantasy always made her loss her focus on whatever it was on before.

But, after giving herself a quick pep talk she was out her door once more, walking down the hallway to Maki's door before stopping in front of the door and without a second thought, Fiona knocked on his door softly before pulling her arm back to her side, preparing herself for whatever was wrong.

Maki laid in a heap on the sofa, wrapped from the nose to toe in blankets. There was a bucket at his side, for he had tired of constantly running to the bathroom to puke. The young man was lost in fear; torrents of what could have been constantly crashing down on him. Never would he be able to get married, never have children, and never even tell Fiona how he felt about her. He just couldnā€™t face her like this; broken and a fragment of what he used to be. He had had a good time with the Brennanā€™s, but that was merely temporary bliss. He sincerely appreciated the gesture of kindness that they provided him, but that did not change anything. He was still dying, losing this battle for his lifeā€¦and it just wasnā€™t fair. There was a blank expression on the young manā€™s face; one void and empty of the life he once knew. There was a knock on his door and the young Asian groaned in annoyance. He weakly pushed himself onto his feet, abandoning his blankets as he coughed and walked to the door. ā€œDaniel,ā€ He said, already assuming that his friend was probably there to check on his physical and mental stability. ā€œI told you that I was fineā€¦ā€ He opened the door, hacking out a rough cough that wracked his body. His eyes were closed as he wheezed and gathered his composure, ā€œTrust me, itā€™s not as back as itā€¦ā€ his eyes raised to see the object of his affection standing there, looking even more beautiful than he could remember.

When Maki opened the door and started hacking a piece of Fiona's heart just shattered. Looking at him, she could tell he wasn't the same Maki that he was a few months ago. His eyes were no longer full of life, his skin was now as pale, if not paler than her, and when she looked up she saw that he didn't have any hair. She offered him a small before he spoke to her.

ā€œOh shit.ā€ He said with wide eyes.

Fiona's smile dropped as her eyes dropped to the floor. She honestly didn't know what to say or where to start. She just swallowed the lump in her throat before letting out a sigh. "I..." She couldn't even finish what she was going to say. She just closed her mouth and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. "I missed you."

Words could not express the rush of emotion that overtook Makiā€™s entire body. She was in his arms; skin against skinā€¦warmth to warmth. He missed this feeling. He ignored the aching of his muscles as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. His face was buried in her blonde hair, breathing in her perfume. ā€œIā€™ve been dying to see you.ā€ He just stood there, embracing her and basking in the closeness. ā€œYou werenā€™t supposed to see me like this. I look like shit.

Fiona just held on to him before realizing that she was holding on to him a bit tight. She loosened her grip on him before shaking her head. "Don't say that." She looked up at him, taking his appearance in. His eyes weren't how they always were before. They used to be bright and beautiful and now, it was as if he wasn't even Maki anymore. "You're sick, that's all. When you get better everything will be fine." She wasn't sure of that but, she was going to be hopeful. She, once more buried her head in his chest before letting go and putting her arms back to her side.

It took a moment before she actually was able to say something again. "What do you have?" She could assume, of course but in order to know what to do she had to know for sure. She looked at the empty hallway before looking back at him. "Can I actually come in? Please?"

ā€œYeahā€¦yeah, come in.ā€ He said too quickly, pushing the door open further for her to enter. Once she was through the door, Maki closed it gingerly and leaned against it; already exhausted from standing up for so long. He needed the wood for support and he appreciated the coolness of the surface against his clammy flesh. Fionaā€™s sudden presence was not helping his clamminess. In fact, she was the reason behind it. It was utterly embarrassing to be seen so weak, so broken in front of the person you wanted to impress the most. A light flush painted his sunken cheeks as the young Asian swallowed the engorged lump in his esophagus.


"Thank you." Fiona walked in and turned towards him. She could tell that he was weak and it just made her heart ache even more seeing him so weak. She wanted to say something, anything but the words just kept getting stuck. What was she suppose to say to someone she has spoken to in two months?

ā€œIā€¦umā€¦ā€ He couldnā€™t even think of the words to say, his heart was beating too loudly for him to construct a coherent sentence. Taking a deep breath, Maki reminded himself of the zoo movie he watched earlier that week. Twenty seconds of courage, he mentally scolded himself. He counted backwards from twenty as he grew a pair. This might be the last time he sees Fiona before he was going to permanently hospitalized and waiting for death. Chemo wasnā€™t working, there was just nothing left to do for him, so he had to say goodbye before it was too late for him. Makoto exhaled the breath he had been holding before pushing himself off of the door and striding in front of Fiona with determination written all over his face. He only have eighteen second left before he became a coward again. It was all or nothing. Maki grabbed both of Fionaā€™s shoulders, running his palms down her arms until her was caressing her petite hands in his larger ones.

ā€œI was diagnosed with leukemia a few weeks agoā€¦I took a chance with chemo, but it wouldnā€™t work. The doctors canā€™t operate on meā€¦so, Iā€™m dying. And I wanted to tell you; you were the first person I wanted to see, but then I thought that you probably had shit you needed to worry about already, and I didnā€™t want to burden you,ā€ fourteen seconds left. ā€œI wanted to see you be happy and I figured that if you knew that I was going to die; youā€™d be worrying about me and not living your life. I just didnā€™t want to be selfish becauseā€¦I mean,ā€ ten seconds. ā€œI really like you, Fiona. Iā€™ve been crushing on you since you moved in, and all Iā€™ve wanted was to be there for you and find any possible way to see that gorgeous smile of yours. Makes me feel like Iā€™ve won the lottery when I make you laugh. So, I always tried to find reasons for you to come over here; like the time I told you that I thought my DVD Player was broken, which was bullshitā€¦I just wanted to get you to watch a movie with me after it magically started working again,ā€ five seconds. ā€œIā€™m just sorry I didnā€™t tell you my feelings for you beforeā€¦well, this happened.ā€ Time was up. He raised his hand to push a strand of golden hair from her face. ā€œI wish we had more time. I was too stupid to let you know ahead of time.ā€


Fiona looked down as his hands grabbed her and smiled. She looked him in the eyes as he continued. At this point, nothing he said would make her leave him alone again. Fiona closed her eyes as he removed a piece of hair out of her face before looking back at him, biting her lip softly. She was speechless, something that didn't happen a lot. The young girl looked down at their hands before sighing. "I knew you were lying about that." She told him with a chuckle. She moved her free hand to his jaw. "You have no idea how much I wanted to hear that." And then she went silent again, trying to think what to say. This was the first time someone has ever said anything even close to that about her, not even Oli had told her that much about how much she meant to him.

Part of her just wanted to kiss him then and there, to act spontaneous for once. To not be afraid of what would happen after but, she couldn't. She didn't want to put herself out there with her walls down, vulnerable. Being vulnerable is how you got hurt and she didn't want to get hurt again. After a moment, she realized. What did she have to lose? He had told her how he felt and he deserved to know how she felt. "Maki, I don't know how much time you have and to be honest, I don't want to. Just know until you're in the hospital and your heart stops beating that I'm going be there with you. And that I would have and still will drop anything in order to be with you. And I mean that. Did I have shit going on, of course. But, nothing going on in my life would be worse than losing you." She told him with a tear slipping down her cheek. She never cursed but when she did you knew that she was passionate about whatever she was talking about. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have left you alone as long as I did. I was afraid and scared and I knew that the second I told you how much you meant to me was the second that I would lose you and I couldn't deal with being hurt like that again..." She said with a shaky voice as she shook her head, not holding anything back anymore. She slipped her fingers in between his. "Not by you."

The smile that lit up Makiā€™s face was nearly too large for his face. He was elated with joy. It was the first good thing that he heard since Christmas. Maki released her hands and moved to hug her. ā€œIā€™d never hurt you, Fiona. Iā€™d be too busy spending every waking moment plotting different ways I can make you happy.ā€ He slowly leaned closer, planning to press his lips against hers, but he was interrupted by a violent coughing fit. Pulling away, Maki turned his head as he brought his arm over his mouth and hacked away.

As Maki moved towards her, she closed her eyes waiting for their lips to meet. It wasn't until he let out a cough that she opened her eyes to see him coughing up a storm. She looked down at the ground and frowned before looking back at him and remembering why she came to his apartment in the first place. Her mouth hung on for a moment. "I can heal you." She said it to the floor before looking back up at him.

"You can what?" Maki tried to say through his gasps for air.

"I mean, I've never healed diseases before but... I know I can if I really concentrated." She told him as if she knew for a fact she could heal, but deep down she wasn't sure. The worst thing that could happen would be that she could heal him and everything they said would go to waste. That he would be angry at her for not being able to do it. "I just need you to promise me that no matter what happens, you don't take back what you said."

He straightened up, his eyes settled on Fiona and nothing else because she was all that mattered. He furrowed his brows, surprised that she would even think that his words could possibly be taken back. He raised a hand to her cheek, his thumb grazing her freckled cheeks. "I wouldn't dream of it. I've been wanting to be with you since we've said hello to one another for the first time. Nothing will ever change that."

She looked him in the eyes for any signs of lying. And when she couldn't, she smiled towards him. "Okay, okay it's worth a shot." She nodded, trying to make herself relax. Fiona softly grabbed the hand Maki had on her cheek, leading him towards his couch to sit down while she sat down on his coffee table, knowing she was light enough to sit without breaking it. She looked up at him before sighing. "Ok so, I could heal you from your face, your arm, or your stomach. Wherever is the most comfortable to you."

Maki blushed as he thought about where he wanted to be healed. He idly picked at one of the tassels of on a throw pillow. Scratching the back of his neck, Maki gestured to his lips with a coy smile. "I...uh...I've never, you know, kissed anyone before. Call me a prude, but I've been saving all of my firsts for someone...well, special," he looked away, his face flushed with embarrassment.

She smirked seeing how embarrassed he was over never being kissed. She moved closer to him, scooting off the table a bit. "Okay?"

"So...I want you to be my first kiss. It's kind of poetic, you know? Kiss of life, healing kiss, lover's first kiss...not that we're lovers!" He panicked with wide eyes. "I mean, not yet anyway. Not unless you want to be! No pressure!" He facepalmed himself, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous...did I mention you'd also be my first girlfriend? Not really a ladies man...obviously."

The young girl watched as Maki started fumbling with his words. The whole time he spoke, Fiona just looked at her hands in her lap with a smile on her face and blush on her cheeks. And when he said how she would be his first girlfriend, her cheeks turned even redder. She grabbed his hands and stroked the top of them with her thumbs as she looked at him. "Maki, stop babbling. I would love to your first kiss, your first girlfriend, your lover, everything, just stop talking." She moved next to him, moving her hands from his and moving one of them to his jaw in order to make him look at her. She offered a large smile before moving her other hand to his neck. "I'm not that intimidating, you now." And with that she pressed her lips to his.

When she closed her eyes, Fiona was having to concentrate on two things; she had to focus on healing him while also having to control her heartbeat from speeding up so much. The longer she kissed, the more tried she got from using her power on something so large. She wasn't used to healing diseases, the hardest thing she's even healed was Daniel's hand or a garden that was outside of a park not far from their apartment building.

But, she wasn't going to stop just because she was getting worn out. Maki and her had just admitted how they felt for one another and Fiona was going to be with him. She wanted to be his firsts. His first everything, starting with his first kiss. After a long kiss, Fiona pulled away and laid her forehead on his before smiling. She didn't even realize that she was blushing more than before. But, she was tired. She never had to use her power that much and it drained most of her energy. She was breathing heavily as she looked towards him. "Well?"

When Maki pulled away, his eyes were still closed and his lips tingled delightfully. Now he understood why people made a big deal out of the whole action of kissing. It made his heart threaten to leap out of his ribcage and his mind grow hazy and utterly unclear. He smiled wide like a huge dork. "Whoa...I feel great," His smile fell and his eyes widened. "Wait...I feel GREAT! Holy shit, you did it! I'm cured! Oh my god, Fiona, you're an angel, I swear." Without warning, the Asian man wrapped his arms around his savior's slim waist. He was so happy that he could cry, but he held back his tears and just kissed her cheek, tenderly. "Thank you so much. I'll spend every waking moment searching for different ways to thank you for this." He strung up, feeling light and anew. "I have to call Daniel and tell him that I'm going to live."

Fiona just smiled and wrapped her arms as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the cheek. "You don't have to do anything for me, Maki." She watched him get up. She looked down and sighed for there was still that awkward moment when you asked yourself; "What are we?" Which was exactly what Fiona was asking herself. Were the two of them friends, together, or what. She wasn't a mind reader like he was and she wasn't going to bring Maki's mood down with what could be a complicated question. She got up, fixed her white dress before wrapping her arms around him tightly one last time. "I really love see you like this. Welcome back." She let go of him, offered him a somewhat awkward smile before walking away from him towards his door. "I'll see you around, okay?" Did she want to kiss him again? To feel a spark that she never thought she would feel again? Of course, but what if they weren't going to be together? She would made a fool of herself. If nothing was to happen, she wanted to last memory of the two of them to be of him promising all these things that she's wanted for the longest time. Attention, affection, love, that's all she wanted. And he gave her that even if it only was for a short time.

Maki's smile faltered slightly as her thoughts slammed into his head. She was questioning their relationship. He bit back a smile because she actually wanted them to be more than what they already were. "Hey, don't go just yet," the young Asian smiled, shyly.

Fiona stopped right in front of the door, trying to hide the smile on her face that he actually stopped her. She turned around to look at him with a crooked eyebrow.

"I really meant everything I said and I want us to be together. I've wanted that for months. What I'm trying to say is...will you go on a date with me Friday night?"

Her smile got larger the more he spoke and by the time he was done speaking Fiona wanted to jump up and down like a little girl on Christmas morning when she saw that she got what she wanted. But, on the outside she just continued smiling as she messed with her nimble fingernails and nodded. "I'd love to." When she turned around to make her leave, she stopped again, turned around towards him, not being able to leave like that. She rushed over to him wrapping her small arms around his neck before kissing his cheek. She pulled away to look him in the eyes. "I'll see you Friday night then." She let her arms slide back to her sides as she turned around and walked towards the door. When she opened the door, she turned her head to the side to see Maki out of the corner of her eye before walking out and closing the door behind her.

As she walked down the hallway she had the largest smile on her face and she made no attempt to hide it. And when she got to her apartment and shut the door was when she actually did hop up and down a bit to let her excitement out. She leaned her head on the wooden door before looking up at her ceiling and biting on her lip. Life really could be amazing.

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Time: 3:10 P.M
Date: Wednesday, 1st January 2014
Location: The House of the Damned|Manhattan, NY


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In all of the excitement of having confessed his affection for Fiona and having her lips against his for the second time that day, Maki found himself slumped on his couch with a dazed expression on his face. Did he just get cured of cancer and gained a girlfriend in the same day? It all just felt surreal. He no longer felt overwhelmingly tired, no longer felt the urge to vomit, and he still felt the tingling of his lips from the previous osculation. He grinned as he allowed everything to sink in. He was betterā€¦he was fineā€¦he was alive. His dark eyes drifted to his cell phone as it resided on the couch beside him, ringing. Picking it up, Maki glanced at the reminder.

Doctorā€™s appointment in ten.


With a large smile, he tapped the snooze button. He wouldnā€™t be needing that doctor anytime soon. Jumping onto his feet, Maki scrolled down his list of contacts until Danielā€™s name caught his eye. He pressed call and raised the device to his ear, listening to the dial tone as he shifted from foot to foot in excitement.

He was still in a deep slumber in Jasper's living room when the screen of his phone lit up on the coffee table, revealing a picture of his Asian friend with his face pressed up against glass. Daniel was sprawled out across the length of the couch, his PacMan blanket tangled about him. His friend had yet to wake up as well, sleeping soundly in the other room. The sound of polycarbonate vibrating on top of a glass slowly brought the brunette out of his semi-comatose, reaching over blindly to grab it. He brought it to his ear, barely glancing the caller ID before uttering a groggy greeting, "Maki?" Daniel groaned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, "What's wrong, Totoro? Everything okay?". Even in his sleep addled mind he couldn't help but worry, his concern evident even through his drowsiness.

Maki ignored the racial reference before speaking in an even tone that alluded to absolutely nothing; his glee was utterly hidden as he said, ā€œNothing, just wanted to let you know that Iā€™ve been just watching some Sherlock, eating bowls of soup, and just being utterly cured of cancerā€¦you know, nothing special.ā€ His tone was emotionless, but the grin on his face was there.

He was still in the process of waking up, only half aware of what his friend was saying. Sniffling as he rubbed his face, his voice left him in a groggy monotone, "Oh cool man, what episode? Wait, wha-...?" And then it dawned on him, cut off by the abrupt contact of his face hitting the floor. He'd sprouted up from the couch, his blanket tangled up around his legs causing him to fall between the couch and the coffee table. Daniel got up with several grunts, pushing himself up on his feet as he asked, "Where are you?"

Maki laughed aloud, his cheeks aching from the immense smiling. He could hear Daniel fumbling on the other end of the phone and assumed that it was the overall shock of hearing that his best friend was going to live that was the cause of his spiral. ā€œIā€™m in my apartment. Get over here, man. I have so much to tell you.ā€ With that, Maki hung up the phone and sighed happily, waiting for his friend to arrive.

Daniel's phone was discarded haphazardly on the couch as he was told where Maki was, forgetting to even hang up the line as his friend continued to speak. He didn't pause to tell Jasper where he'd be, barely remembering to shut the door behind him as he bolted down the hall. Common courtesy was out the window. Nothing else mattered to Daniel except getting to Maki and making sure he's okay. When he burst through the door, he was relieved to see that it was true. His friend looked rejuvenated, as if he'd been born again. His skin had more color, his eyes were brighter, and he stood with the strong confidence that Daniel had become accustomed. Russet eyes glanced up at his friend's lifespan and his heart leapt what he saw. Maki was going to live another fifty years. Tears welled up in his eyes as his gaze fell to Maki's exuberant smile and Daniel rushed him, wrapping him up in a right embrace with no intention of letting go. "You're okay. You're actually okay." He muttered, his voice small as it swelled with emotion and muffled by his friend's shoulders. "You're okay." This he kept repeated as if trying to convince himself. But there be no need for it. Daniel saw the proof right before his eyes, he was just so happy to have seen it for himself.

Maki was a bit taken aback by how quickly Daniel came bursting through the door. He didnā€™t have time to say a greeting before he was wrapped in Danielā€™s arms. Without complaint, Maki returned the embrace, his eyes pooling with unshed tears at the emotion in Danielā€™s voice. It felt good to know that he still had people that cared if he lived or died. These people were more of a family to him than his biological one was. Maki released Daniel after a long moment of hugging, but Danielā€™s hold on him was a vice. He patted his friendā€™s back with furrowed brows and red cheeks. It was becoming a tad hard to breath. ā€œDanā€¦ā€ Maki breathed. ā€œDude, I just got my life backā€¦youā€™re making it hard to maintain it.ā€

The soft impact on his back spurned him from his reverie, all of a sudden aware of his friend's shortness of breath. Daniel pulled away quickly, muttering a small apology in his wake, "S-Sorry-..." said he, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I'm just a little...relieved." He laughed this off in a breathy chuckle, not wanting to start crying in relief in fear of making the moment awkward. "So how um-..." Daniel cleared his throat, "How did this happen? Was it-...?"

ā€œIt was Fiona,ā€ Maki stated upon his release. ā€œShe cured me with her healing mumbo jumbo and now Iā€™m okay!ā€ He was glowing with happiness, utter jubilation in the way he spoke. ā€œI even told her how I felt. We have an actual date on Friday.ā€

At this point Daniel was beaming with pride, "Look at you," he chuckled, "Alive and kickin' and gettin' it in. How's about we grab lunch and you can tell me all about it."

ā€œOkay, Iā€™m going to need your help. I want to do something special for Fionaā€™s first date with me.ā€

Daniel waved it off with a cheeky grin, "You're looking at a dating expert, my friend." Then it occurred to him, he'd left Jas back in the apartment. "Speaking of which, I've got to let Jas know where I'm going to be." His eyes drifted down to his state of dress , "...and put on clothes. Get your ass ready, I'll be right back." To which he promptly patted Maki on the shoulder, jogging out of the room. Leaving a note on the coffee table, Daniel alerted Jas on his sudden disappearance and promised that he'd text on the hour. Having left Jas's apartment and changed into his casual attire, Daniel met Maki in his apartment before they spent the day at various parks and restaurants just catching up.

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Date: Saturday, 4 January 2014
Location: Botanical Gardens || Bronx, NYC


{In collaboration with BleedingLover}




Maki was pleased with himself. Not only did he plan the perfect first date, but he had also gotten a chance to see Jasper break a sweat. He had a feeling it was going to be a good night. Much to his surprise, he wasnā€™t nervous. Perhaps he was still in shock; getting a date and being cured of cancer wasnā€™t really that common, after all. He checked himself out in the mirror of his bathroom, straightening his black blazer and brushing the wrinkles out of his white button up. He deemed himself presentable. His outfit was simple, yet classy. Easy. Glancing down at his watch, Maki grinned. He was going to be right on time. Grabbing onto the bouquet of blue chrysanthemums he had purchased earlier that day, Maki pocketed his wallet, picked up the blanket before tucking it under his arm, and carried the picnic basket to the door. He locked his door, moving before venturing forward down the hallway. It was eight oā€™clock on the dot when he knocked on Fionaā€™s door. Electricity shot up his spine as excitement conquered his emotions. It was sinking in nowā€¦he was going to be going on his first date. ā€œNo pressureā€¦ā€

For next three hours, Fiona was getting herself ready. She burnt her wrist three times curling her hair but, nothing she couldn't somehow cover up. Looking at herself in the mirror, she took the time to make sure she looked okay. She fixed the bow in her hair to make it even on both sides and made sure her dress looked okay. Looking at the time, she sighed in nervousness and messed with her fingernails. She could feel the butterflies forming even more than before. And all she could do was remind herself to relax and just enjoy tonight, Maki was different than most guys and that was a good thing. She needed that. Fiona was in the mirror once more as she heard a knock at the door. "Okay, just relax. You've done this before, nothing to be nervous about." She grabbed her small black bag before rushing to the door and looking out the peephole. Looking out, she just smiled at the sight of Maki and the flowers. "Aw, he got me flowers."

The young girl looked over herself in the mirror set by the door before opening the door and looking up at Maki. "Hi." That was the only thing she could mustered before looking at the blanket and picnic basket and smiling. "You can come in. I just need to grab my coat." She opened the door for him before walking into her bedroom to grab the jacket that she had laid out as well. Sliding it on, she fixed her hair and walked back to Maki with a smile. She let out a sigh before looking back up at him. "Ready?"

Maki waited with the utmost patience as his date quickly grabbed her coat. As he waited, he surveyed the bouquet in his hands with a nervous smile. He found himself constantly shift from foot to foot. Blame the anxiety, but Maki was beginning to doubt himself. And then, she was in front of him; wearing that flattering red dress and grinning up at him with a light blush on her freckled cheeks, and all of his worries began to melt. He just looked at her in slight awe, his lips parting as he tried to form a coherent sentence, but instead he just ended up thrusting the flowers out in her direction...and the word-vomit began to spill from his mouth. "I brought you these blue chrysanthemums because when I saw them, I instantly thought of your eyes. I'm sorry...was that cheesy? I mean, it was true, but I probably shouldn't have said that, huh? I don't know...anyway...here," he was bright red, his arm still extended as he looked down at his shoes in embarrassment. "You look beyond beautiful, by the way," he smiled, meekly, looking up behind dark lashes. "So beautiful that I'm getting flustered."

Fiona looked down at the flowers before looking back at Maki as he began to babble. She chuckled and bit her lip to stop herself as he turned red and looked down. She softly grabbed the flowers from his hand and smiled down at them. And when he called her beautiful she started to blush brightly herself just as her date did. "Aw, thank you. But, you don't have to get flustered. Just relax. That's what I have to keep telling myself," With her empty hand, she grabbed his. She slowly moved closer to him and kissed his cheek, hoping to calm his nerves a bit. While Fiona was nervous, all her nerves went away once she saw him. When she moved away she had a huge smile on her face. "Besides, I like cheesy. It's romantic." She placed the flowers down lightly but took one out and placed it behind her ear. She looked down at the blanket and picnic basket before looking back towards Maki with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "So, I gathered that we're going to have a picnic....in January?"

"Well, yeah," Maki smiled as he looped their arms together and ushered her out of the door. They meandered into the hallway, arm in arm with grins on their faces. "You're in for a surprise."

It didn't take long for the couple to make it to the Bronx, and as Maki helped Fiona out of the taxi, he could stop himself from playing prince charming and kissing the back of her hand. He paid the driver, telling the man that they'd be in touch. He made sure that he was standing in front of Fiona, blocking her view of their destination as the taxi puttered away.

As they got in the cab, Fiona just kept looking out the window for any clues of where they were heading. It wasn't long until Maki was helping her out of the car. She just smiled and watched her date pay the driver before turning back towards the girl.

You trust me?" he grinned, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "Close your eyes, okay? I don't want to ruin the surprise."

She sighed softly before nodding. "You know I hate surprises." But, she did trust him enough to obey. She sighed once more before closing her eyes and waiting for whatever the surprise was.


Makiā€™s lips lifted into a lopsided grin as he led her forward; carefully guiding her on the slippery pavement. His gripped the picnic basket while his other hand gently wrapped over her closed lids. It was freezing tonight, but as he escorted her up the steps and into the building, Makiā€™s entire body felt strangely warm. His toes were tingling with excitement and nervousness; what if she didnā€™t like what he did for herā€¦no, he couldnā€™t think that. He had to be positive. This was their first date. If he fucked this up, heā€™d make it his mission to prove himself to her. After confessing his feelings to Fiona, all that he could think about was how blessed he had been to have her there. He almost thanked the Shepard for tormenting him for so long because in the end, she made it worth it. He opened the door for Fiona, ushering her into the warmth of the building.


Their heels clicked against the shining floors as the couple got closer and closer to the sight. He grinned brightly when they finally made it. Maki had planned this evening with Fiona in mind, remembering everything he had learned about her during their time together. So, with a fraction of the money he stored away before leaving his family, Maki rented out the building for the night. He even decorated the place himself; setting up an array of twinkling lights and candles to illuminate their path. Maki glanced up at the moonless sky, admiring the splash of stars that dotted the cloudless heavens. He peeked at Fionaā€™s face, utterly awestruck by the flattering way the candlelight made her freckles glow; its amber hue, making her milky skin turn golden. He leaned closer to her; his chest lightly brushing the blades of her delicate shoulders. ā€œI spent all afternoon making this special for you.ā€ he whispered, softly in her ear as he moved his hand away from her face. ā€œOpen your eyes. Tell me what you think.ā€


As the couple made their way into the building, Fiona could feel the excitement going through her body. As Maki lead her towards their secret location, the blonde kept messing with her nimble fingernails. She tried not to show that she was nervous but around Maki, she was different. She couldn't help but become the girl she used to be back home. A cynical, shy, and overall scared little nineteen year old. When he whispered in her ear, she looked in his direction and smiled.


When he removed his hand from her eyes, she took a deep breath before fluttering her eyes open. She softly rubbed her eyes to get them adjusted to the lighting before looking around and blushing. She was speechless. She just pulled Maki into a hug before letting out a chuckle. "Oh my gosh, Maki. You did not have to do all of this for me. I really don't deserve this. I mean, She couldn't even finish her sentence before she pulled away from him, covering her mouth in surprise. "It's beautiful, I love it. But, you didn't have to go through all this trouble especially for me."


He was beaming down at her, resting his palms on his shoulders. "You deserve this and more. This is the least I could do, Fiona. You saved my life."


"I know. I just." The young girl sighed, not even knowing what to say. Fiona just couldn't wrap her mind around this. A guy, an amazing guy that she didn't deserve went through all this trouble...for her. She wasn't used to it, someone giving her flowers because they reminded them of her baby blue eyes, someone who rented out a garden just for their first date and decorated it to make it look even more beautiful. It's not that she didn't love it, she just wasn't used to being treated so nicely by guys around her age. She covered her mouth, trying to hide her smile as she chuckled. "God, I'm smiling like an idiot." She bit down on her lip as she looked up at her date. "So, what's in the basket?"


Maki was now officially pleased with himself. He witnessed that everlasting smile on his date's face, finding himself unable to hold in his glee too. He lifted the basket, gesturing to it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. "Since I knew that you were a vegan, I found this awesome vegan restaurant in SOHO. I got us takeout," He grabbed her hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of her palm as he continued. "However, classy women deserve to dine in a classy fashion. So, I set up a candlelit dinner for the two of us." Excited to show her, Maki guided her through the decorated double doors, transporting her into a place of natural beauty. They were surrounded by flowers and tropical plants. Maki walked slowly, so they could both bask in the various colors and scents as a trail of twinkling lights illuminated their path. Soon they reached a gazebo in the center of the majestic garden. Protected inside was a table for two that was gleaming with two small candles perched in the center on the white table cloth. Plates and silverware were already in place, along with two shining wine glasses. "My lady, Maki jested before bowing. He then released her hand to put down the basket and pull out her chair.


While she was smiling, she could tell that Maki was looking down at her. Even if she shouldn't be, she was bit embarrassed and by the rosy color of her freckled cheeks it was even more obvious. When he grabbed her hand she couldn't help but look down at them hand and hand, smiling. When he was escorting her inside, she laid her head softly on his arm and looked around at all the different flowers and plants. "God, it's so beautiful in here." She said softly, more to herself than to her date. She continued to look around just enjoying the silence as they walked through the garden. Fiona let out a sigh and closed her eyes, enjoying the peacefulness of everything around them. It wasn't until he spoke again that she came back to reality and looked towards the table in front of them.


She kept her eyes on him as he released her petite hand and set everything down. She walked towards her seat and sat down before looking up towards Maki before getting a sarcastic and smug look on her baby doll face. "You're really cheesy, you know that?"


ā€œI blame all of the romantic comedies you forced upon me,ā€ Maki teased as he pushed her chair in for her. He meandered over to their waiting meal, scooping up the basket and opening it to reveal the array of food he had for them. He cleared his throat with a smirk and stiffened his posture. ā€œFor tonightā€™s meal, madam,ā€ he said in his best uppity French waiter voice. ā€œWe have prepared a delectable grilled and spiced artichoke coupled with savory herbed mushroom that has been bathed in white wine.ā€ He served the two of them, placing the food on the plates like a waiter should. Once that was finished, Maki pulled out a bottle of sparkling cider.


Fiona chuckled at Maki's French accent as she looked at the food he was setting down. She licked her lips and watched man sit down and pull out something that looked like wine. She raised her eyebrow and looked up at him.


ā€œI know that youā€™re not old enough to drink yet,ā€ he said in his normal voice. ā€œBesides, Iā€™d rather have you sober than trashed.ā€ With that, the young Asian poured the drinks into the glasses before finally sitting down in front of her. He grabbed her hand from across the table, finding it incredibly hard to stop doing that. He liked the way her small palm felt against his larger one. His thumb drew small circles on the back of her hand as he beheld her beauty. ā€œBelieve it or not, I planned out our first date a few months ago, but it was Danielā€™s idea to decorate this place. Gotta give the guy credit.ā€


Fiona tightened her grip on Maki's hand as she listened to him. When she found out that Danny, of course gave his best friend advice on what to do for the couple's first date, she chuckled and shook her head. "You really spent so much time on this date? Well, might I say that planning really paid off. It really is beautiful here, Maki." She told him with reassurance in her voice, letting him know he did a good job impressing the younger girl all before moving a piece of her hair out of the way. While her hair was done, the curls were still a bit uncontrollable. Meaning she had to move a piece of hair back out of her face every once and a while. She looked down at the glasses before picking hers up. "Cheers?"


"To second chances," Maki said, raising his glass and clanking it against hers with a wide grin. The evening went on with an abundance of laughter and various tales that occurred in their pasts. They had finished their dinner as Maki was telling Fiona about a time that he and Daniel raced mini dirt bikes in the mall after purchasing them from RadioShack. He explained how what was meant to be a simple race turned into a disaster.


"So, I bank left and Daniel's right on my ass. I wasn't paying attention at all, didn't see the watch display coming my way. Then BOOM, I end up surrounded by a bunch of Rolexs and I'm on my back staring up at the salesman. Daniel just grins at the guy, gestures to me and says 'He really wanted to know what time it was..."


He let out a wholehearted chuckle at the memory before sipping at his cider. "Your turn, Fiona."


"My turn?" She scoffed with a smirk on her face. "I don't have any embarrassing stories." She turned her glace up to him before sighing. "Okay, fine I'm lying. It was the Winter before the year before I managed to find myself in New York. And to say the least, it gets really cold in England, always snowing, always. But, that's not the worst thing, I was stuck over my...friend's house because it was too treacherous to try and make it back to my house and they live in a loft which is attached to this attic and below this attic is an open garage area. He made me go into the attic to get something. I don't remember but, the next thing I do remember I hear this breaking and creaking from the floorboards below me."


She cleared her throat and took a sip of her cider. "Not even ten seconds later, my waist and below are just hanging. I call out his name and he comes, of course but by the time he gets up there the whole floor just caves in, I guess you could say. We land feet first into the two feet snow. He's wear jeans, so he can get out no problem. Me being the classy and crazy girl I am, I'm wearing a dress. I'm stuck in this freezing snow. Long story cut a little shorter, it took us about fifteen, twenty minutes to get me out of this massive hole I got myself stuck in. My legs were so cold and bruised that I still have a faint mark on the back of my left leg."

"Really? God, that sounds so painful." Maki cringed a little for dramatic effect before taking another swig of his beverage. Smiling, he slipped out of his seat, waltzing over to the radio he had tucked in the corner. He pressed play, the soft melody of John Legend wrapping around the two of them. Turning to Fiona, Maki offered his hand to her as Hold On Longer filled the space. "Care to dance?"

She raised an eyebrow in suspicion and chuckled as she looked down at his hand then back at him. "I haven't danced in months, you know. But," She reached out her hand reluctantly for his before standing up, looking up at the man who towered over her. "I'd love to."

And just like that, Maki scooped Fiona off of her feet and twirled her with a bemused expression on his face. He put her down with the utmost care before holding her hand and pulling her close to his cheek. They danced with only the amber glow of the various candles and twinkling lights to brighten the dark room. Flowers swirled around them in a frenzy of exotic colors and hues, the scents wrapping them up like a soft blanket. Thatā€™s how they spent the rest of their night together, holding one another and allowing the precious melody to guide their steps. There was adoration in their young faces as they gazed upon one another as if this moment was meant to thereā€”this was a sign of flourishing young love.