Flash Fiction #1 - Hisao Successfully Romances Akira

Flash Fiction – Hisao Attempts to Romance Akira (rolled Romance + Akira)


We head on into the bar, a blast of cigarette smoke pouring out past us onto the street. Akira laughs a bit as we head up and take our seats on a pair of stools, waving down the bartender once we're finally situated.

“I'll have whiskey, please. Also, no napkin, this isn't a picnic.” I plainly state my request to the tender as he turns to my lovely date for the evening.

She yawns carelessly and plants her chin into the palm of her hand, facing up into the face of the bartender.

“I'll have what he's having.” She jerks her thumb in my direction, and with a quick nod of the head, the tender heads off to fix our drinks.

Akira swings her legs around and faces me, her arm resting on the wooden bar beside the two of us.

“Alright Hisao, here's the deal. I under stand that you're 'in love' with me, whatever the hell that means. I've had some weird feelings and all of that jazz about you as well, but I wouldn't necessarily say it's love.”

She pauses for a moment and sighs.

“At least, not yet, anyways. So, here's your chance: you've got tonight to prove something to me. Starting right now.”

I'm caught off guard at the question she presented to me, leaving me in a bit of a panic as words try to form in my head. I stutter a couple of times as I try to find a legitimate starting point.

I do care about this woman. In fact, I'd say I care about her more than any other woman I've met in my life.

“Well, I guess I can start by just saying I care about you more than any other woman I've met in my life.”

Alright, that's a good start. At least, in my opinion it is.

She raises her eyebrow at me as the bartender returns with our drinks, the two of us taking sips as I try to formulate what to say next.

“I don't know what else to tell you. For fucks sake, we've had sex like fifteen times now, we've gone drinking every single weekend, and you have a tendency to take random 'trips' to Yamaku to 'visit' your sister. I'm pretty sure you're the one who has more explaining to do than myself.”

There.

Bam.

Fucking bombshell dropped.

She smiles at me, placing a hand on mine.

“Feeling quite blunt tonight, are we?” I nod at her, my arm shaking a bit at the thought of how she'll respond.

“I think you may have just swept me off my feet faster than any guy has ever even gotten close to before, boy.” She grins at me, taking a sip of her drink and letting out a gleeful 'ahh' after swallowing. “That takes a lot of talent.”

“What can I say, they don't call me the 'master of romance' for nothing, you know?”

She laughs at my statement, patting me hard on the back.

“Oh, I know that well enough, Hisao. You'll find out just how well I know when we get back to my place after this.”