Office:
TL Maxwell
Headquarters – Tokyo Branch
Tokyo, Japan
8:34 PM
2012
Tokyo, Japan
8:34 PM
2012
“You should really get home and take a long sleep,
A.”
Touta’s voice seemed far away to the woman; she sat
there on her office chair, typing idly on her laptop while a steaming cup of
coffee rested right next to her. The lady ignored Touta’s suggestion and merely
kept her eyes on the screen.
His co-workers battled emotional struggles in
different ways. He and Peters would go to the gym, engage in sparring when the
American needed to let off steam. Olsen, although he worked with Squad J,
occasionally joined him for afternoons spent on tea and needed venting. Both
men would usually feel better after (despite Touta being covered in bruises or
sick of chamomile and such).
A, on the other hand, plagued herself with work. She
liked to busy herself with reports, filing and research day and night, whenever
she felt troubled in whatever way she could feel. Touta had initially ignored
that, not wanting to break the woman out of her calm reverie – after all,
people dealt with stress in different ways.
However, three out of seven days had passed and
Touta was starting to worry about her.
A usually came in around ten and left six in the
evening, looking polished and mild-mannered, silent until she had her coffee.
After that, she would be a little burst of working energy, accomplishing as
much as she could in a single day. Her lunch breaks would occasionally be spent
alone or with the other members of Squad A, or with Olsen if he too was free.
This time was different. She would come in earlier –
eight in the morning – and would leave around ten. The woman’s look was less
put together than usual, her hair thrown into a wild bun than tied into a high
ponytail. And instead of radiating a strong, commanding aura, she lacked it and
merely went straight to her office, silently working on her reports and such.
Often times he would see her move out, then in,
repeating a few times a day. Each time she came back into the building, she
would have a new paper cup fresh full of coffee. By the end of the day, she
would lightly smell of caffeine; except her energy would still be at a low –
perhaps even less.
That was when he deduced that something was wrong.
“Come on, A. Did you hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” she replied dully, pausing
momentarily to rub at her eyes. Her sunglasses obscured her vision and Touta
wondered if she was sensitive to sunlight on that day. He frowned.
“Are you hung over?”
She cringed at the sharpness in his voice. “God, I’m
not. It’s just that my eyes are watery and I’d rather not let anyone see,” she
muttered. At his silence, she continued. “Allergies. I need to get cleaning
around the house again before it gets worse.”
“Vacuuming does wonders,” Touta wisecracked. She
rolled her eyes.
“I’ve heard.
Sorry T,” A blinked slowly and closed her eyes for a few moments, “but I
really have to finish this report soon. Police needs it soon and I want to send
a flawless copy.”
He decided on either forcing her to go home or to
let her work.
He decided on the latter.
“Alright, A. Just get some rest soon, alright?” the
girl nodded idly and Touta got up, leaving the room and closing the door. As it
gave a soft click, A removed her
glasses and rubbed her eyes, blinking and looking away from the screen.
As the clock struck nine, Touta resolved to be the
one who would take her home. After much persuasion, she sat quietly in his car,
the Japanese at the wheel. He had turned on the radio in hopes of filling up
the perturbing silence; but even with the noise he (and perhaps she) had felt
the silence pulsing throughout.
It was when he made a left turn that he had cleared
his throat. “Take a day off, A. It’s Friday tomorrow. Spend the day shopping or
doing some food-tripping around the metro,” he offered kindly. She deserved the
break. But A – with her sunglasses still on – shook her head in disdain.
“Thank you, Touta, but I really can’t. You know how
work goes,” she replied. “If I miss a single day, something might happen. Might
even be called if it’s that bad,” the woman gave a weary smile. “So I might as
well come to work.”
“Things haven’t been that bad,” he tried. A narrowed
her gaze at him.
“…why do you want me to rest so much?”
Touta fell silent. A merely waited, a few minutes
passing before she sighed and muttered something under her breath. The other
sneaked a glance at her in confusion , looking back at the road as she took her
sunglasses off.
The car stopped at a stoplight which had blinked red
and he looked at her again. He noticed that her eyes were slightly swollen. “A,
were you crying a while ago–?”
“No!” she snapped. Exhaling, A managed to collect
herself before talking yet again. “No.
I wasn’t crying a while ago. I was crying for the entirety of last night.”
“…why were
you crying?”
She hesitated. “I was
thinking. I got overwhelmed. I started crying. Look,” the half-German had
managed, “How about I talk and you just…listen? Then you talk and I listen?”
He managed a small smile at that. “Go ahead.”
A wasted no time in talking. “You find someone in
the most unconventional way and then end up liking them. In that way. Eventually, you end up falling
in love with them.” She glanced down at her hands and went on, “Months pass and
then he confesses to you that he’s in love with you. So something beautiful
starts. It’s like euphoria. You wake up each day knowing that you’re loved, you
see him and when he smiles at the sight of you, you’re just struck with the
thought, ‘how did I get this lucky’?”
He listened quietly, feeling a slight pang of apprehension
at what she was going to say next.
“It’s a beautiful kind of thing. All those dates,
the promises, the gifts…he treats you like you’re everything and finally, you
feel treasured and loved.”
Touta looked at her. She was smiling.
Tears trickled from her eyes to her cheeks.
“And then one day, he leaves.”
Cold shot up his spine. “…leaves?”
“You wake up and there’s an empty space on the other
side of the bed, so you think that he’s making breakfast. So you get up. You look
for him in the kitchen, but he isn’t there. So you instead think that he went
to work early.” A’s smile turned bitter, “And then he doesn’t come home that
night and you just know.”
He was
shell-shocked.
It took both of them a long time until either of
them spoke. It was only when he had parked by her house that he had managed to
say something.
“He left.” She nodded. The man felt a sudden rush of
anger. “Matt left you.” A was about to speak when Touta pulled his phone from
his pocket, dialing a number. “Peters,” he greeted cheerfully. A watched
blankly. “Clear your schedule for tomorrow. Don’t come to work.” From the other
end, A could hear Peters going wait why
the fuck what’s happening but Touta shushed him. “Squad A field day. And by
field day, I mean day off. I’ll tell more later.”
And he ended the call.
“If you’re going to go through this,” he said
simply, “Then we’re going to go through it with you. Not just as a team – but as
your friends.”
She attempted to smile. “What exactly are you
planning? ‘A Celebration for the Brokenhearted’?”
Touta paused to think.
“Yes,” he finally said. “That’s exactly what we’re
going to do.”
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