The Devil of the Alps: Racing with Ichigo

She couldn’t believe her eyes. The man was standing in his car, staring at her, having an intense and calculating look on his face. She couldn’t move. She stood there, with her scarf covering half of her face, holding the tire iron in her hands, ready to defend herself. He was no ordinary man, she could tell that much. The way he walked wasn’t normal. It exuded confidence and power. The way he looked at her made her blood freeze. She could read all kinds of seriousness and intensity in his eyes. By the time he reached her, she had started shaking and could feel the cold sweat running down her spine.

Too many questions were running through her head at that moment. Why was he looking for her? Who sent him? Blackmail? Had she done something illegal? She had never been arrested in her life! Her thoughts were getting more and more paranoid by the second.

He stopped a few feet from her and outstretched his hand towards the tire iron which she still held tightly as if it was some sort of protection against him. She closed one eye behind the scarf to better see what he wanted from her through the other eye. He slowly moved his hand closer to the tire iron until he was close enough to grab it out of her hands if he wanted to. Instead, he lightly wrapped his fingers around the handle she held so dearly and pulled it out of her grip without ever touching or hurting a hair on her head.

She stared at him wide eyed as he threw the tire iron over his shoulder without even looking where he had thrown it and continued to stare at her while closing the distance between them until they were only inches away from each other now.

“It’s nice to meet you Miss…?” He said with a voice filled with such arrogance that she couldn’t help but shiver again under its influence but this time not from fear but from excitement instead because deep inside of her she knew that this man was someone special who would change everything for her just like how she changed things for others when she sang in front of an audience or performed on stage for them.

“I-Ichigo… Ichigo Takamoto…. What do you want from me? Who are you? Why are you here?!” She asked him as all of these questions started floating around inside of her head again so fast that she couldn’t keep up with them anymore not even knowing which question she wanted an answer to first anymore but honestly didn’t really care anymore after noticing with surprise how smooth his skin looked around those intense golden-brown eyes of his that seemed almost hypnotizing right now as he looked into hers with a piercing gaze while placing his hand against the side of her face and smiling softly before leaning forward until their foreheads touched each other while answering in that calm voice of his: “My name is Tatsuya Fujii…. I am here… because I want you to be mine…. And no one else’s…. Because I am going to make you mine…. I am going to change your world…. And I will give you my heart…. My soul….. My body…. My love….. Everything belongs to you now….. You are mine now…. Forever…. Arendse van die Alpe se koningin…….. Sê dat jy my liefhet….. Vraag net vir jouself wie jy is en dan sal jy dit weet….. Wat jy wil….. Want jy kan altyd alles bereik wat jy wil in die lewe daarvoor gaan jy moet maar net die regte persoon vind om saam te dien en beter voor te streef en bly nie stilstaan nie…….. Jy kan altyd behaal wat jy wou behaal met my hulp en op my rug….. Wat jy wil het altyd gaan gebeur met my hulp agter die rolstoel en as ek nie kan help nie dan sal ek saam met jou worstel oor elke hindernis wat stand bied en altyd sal eerste deel word van elke success story rondom jou…… Eendag sal ek die koning in die Alpe se spookstadiese kasteel sou wees ….. Met my vele trofeeë opgestal op die muur van hierdie kasteel waarvan elke trofee vir ‘n verskil gemaak het in iemand se lewensverhaal…… En sonder elke een van hulle sou ek nooit hier op daardie plek staan nie…… As my trofeeë vir dit vermoedlik wel opgestal sou word op dié muur maar ek self sou beslis nog steeds op daardie plek staan ingegrawe as ‘n spook wat beheers oor daardie mure en van alle trofeeë wat verdwyn is totdat ‘n nuwe held verderop saam met sy koninginnebronnigheid hulle terugvoer na hierdie plek toe waar hulle vroeër gestaan het en teruggeplant word sodat hulle weer kan groei saam met die mense wat almal oor één ding saamgesproke het dat dit nodig is om trofeeë te verwerf sodat hulle lewensverhaal hierdie mure kan verby bring na iets beters vooruit… Maar dis net die begin… Dis net ʼn begin vir ons twee… Ons twee teen die tyd… Ons twee teen die omstandighede… Ons twee teen elke hindernis wat stand bied totdat eendag ons trofeeë voor die kasteelmuur geplaas sal word…. Dan sal ek dieselfde wees as wat ʼn skrywer genoem is: Die King In The Mountains èn The Queen In The Mountains…. Want dan sal ons twee almal se Trofeé wees! Ek gaan altyd SAAM MET JOU worstel, SARIE! Vir EK IS DIE BESTE IN WAT EK DOEN!!!"