The Stalked Writer (Yoshie x I)

[loneiysong]

Logan Grey was a great artist. Some even said he was the best of his generation. Logan lived in the heart of New York where he claimed his muse resided. Logan didn't know what it was, but when he walked down the street, he heard so many voices, so many stories, he had no choice but to write. The other option was to go insane. Logan was sitting in at a quaint little cafe hunched over a computer. The good thing about where he worked, everyone knew to leave him alone.

Logan sat, perched over his computer. His black fedora perched low on his brow and sunglasses covered his eyes. He would give his fans all the time and attention they required, but only when his book came out. He was wearing a black suit and tie. He wasn't sure why he dressed up to write, but thought it had something to do with his main characters always being such suave men that every woman wanted to be with them. But Logan knew that he was far from suave. Unlike the characters whom he constantly wrote about, he was tall and lean. His dark brown hair was constantly in a state of messiness. His blue eyes were deep and contemplative however.

Sitting back, he reached a bind in his story. Deadlines were bearing down on him. He had to get this book finished by the end of the month. Reaching for his cup of coffee, he drained the rest and ran a hand over the stubble that was growing across his face. This story was about his young entrepreneur character. He know had reached a cataclysmic decision. To A) Go on a business trip that would spell out success with his job, his life, and his true love, or B) Stay home while said love was suffering chemotherapy and be as his loves father called him "a leech on society". He tapped his chin, he had to make it believable. He had to make the right choice, otherwise he would be screwed. His die hard fans would never forgive him.

Standing up, he saved his work and put his things away. Putting a tip under the cup, he walked down the street with his sachel across his chest. What should Jacob Bradford do? Logan brooded on this thought as he walked down the street.

 

[Yoshie]

“I love you… Nate, always have and always will rather it be in this world or the next.”

“I love you too Sasha… for now and forever, I will never love anyone else as much as I have loved you.”

“Their hands embraced and they shared one last kiss. She closed her eyes and all that was heard was the slow and constant beep of the heart monitor. He closed his eyes and sighed.”

A tear came down Winry’s face as she read the last chapter of ‘A Love Loss’ by Logan Grey. He was a very good artist, new and up and coming. He was fresh; he was the new Yuki Eiri a 22 year old artist from Japan that wrote romance novels as well. The problem was that most Japanese novels are just that… written in Japanese and usually accompanied by some hard way to get them to America translated. Lately her Eiri Yuki had not been writing, in fact he had not written in three years. During this time she discovered Logan Grey from a nearby bookstore and she could not help but to notice the titles of his books. She was very persnickety about reading a new artists work because she would think that new artist are just that, virgins and she hated virgins. Then again she hated anything mainstream as well. For this momma bear, her porridge had to be just right.

She closed the hardback book she had purchased from Barents and Nobel’s and sat there in the shady side of Central Park taking in the air. Logan had a special thing about characters that she liked. He added detail to them, he added personality and traits to them to make you hate to love them and love to hate them all at the same time. Reading his books, once you started with the summary on the back flap and the next minute you find yourself on your white polar bear throw rug legs dangling in the air nose stuck in Chapter 2 about how Nate and Sasha met each other when Nate tried to commit suicide. The next hour you are on Chapter 4 as to why Sasha came home to an empty house because Nate had a gambling problem, and now Seduction was sitting here in the park closing the book crying. She wiped a tear from her face and walked from the park. She was headed to the bookstore to see about new information about his new book that was rumored to come out.

However, drivers have a tenacity to not always pay attention to the road, especially when it involves texting, or just the simple act of admiring something that is not the street light. A loud screech could be heard as the taxi driver slammed on break just minutes away from knocking the crossing beauty clear across the walk way. A frustrated Winry glared at him as he got out of the car to apologize. She slapped him across the face for not paying attention and proceeded to cuss him out.
“The hell is your problem! Do you not see that fucking red light? Do you not understand what the color red means!” This little firecracker was not about to back down and call this even. “How dare you! Where did you get your license? What’s your company name I will have your fucking job for this shit… you imbecile! Asinine people like you do not deserve such luxuries as cars!” She continued.

 

[loneiysong]

Logan was still walking down the street when he heard the taxi screech. Logan liked to think of himself as a recorder of events and dialogue from the city. This looked like a great event and dialogue. Just fallen into his lap. But he would think about it later, that woman quite possibly needed backup. He looked up in time to see a taxi come near to hitting a woman. Running over, he moved to the woman's side to try to see if she was at all hurt. No, it didn't look like she was hurt, but she was obviously very pissed. Keeping his sunglasses on, he looked at the man and frowned.

"Hey, what exactly do you think you were doing?" He ordered the taxi driver. He began to write down the name of the taxi driver and the number of the service. "I think that we will have to make a call and complain to your service." He didn't want a fight to escalate. These taxi drivers were always a few screws too loose. Moving forward he looked to the woman and smiled. She was very beautiful. Full of heart. He gently took her hand and lead her over to a bus stop bench and sat beside her. "Are you alright?" He asked looking her over. He reached a hand into his sachel and brought out a pen and paper and copied the notes from his hand into the notebook. He smiled and handed it to her when he was done.

"I hope that you tie that guy's ass in a knot. Too many taxi drivers get away with hit and runs anymore." He stood up and smiled and nodded seeing that he could be of no further help he smiled. "Well, I hope you have an unproductive day and things settle down for you." He smiled one last time before he took off. When he helped people, and he did whenever he could, they had a tendency to ask his name. He didn't want that. His name was floating around too much anymore he couldn't escape it.

 

[Yoshie]

“So, you are not gonna tell me your name? I mean that is quite rude of you Innocent.” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. There was something familiar about him but she could not place it. She smiled and then waved at him “You seem so familiar but I can’t place it…thank you for today. But I needed no assistance,” She stopped and then sighed. There was no way he’d turn around, that man seemed like he was on a mission so she decided to let him be about his way. When she got up to walk away she left her book on the bench. Inside the book were highlighted pieces here and there and a letter to the writer.
Dear Mr. Grey,
You are a terrific writer, your stories captivate and they ensnare an audience. You truly do have a talent unique and defined. There is a book showing tomorrow at 3pm. I hope to see you at the bookstore book signing tomorrow and I hope to see the new book that you are working on or at least get a chance to see the cover. You are a wondrous writer and I love your books. Hoping for the chance to meet you… Winry Seduction.

 

[loneiysong]

He knew she was calling after him. He didn't want to stop. He had seen the book she was carrying. She would have found out who he was if he stayed. But no, he continued to walk on his way to his apartment. With a sigh, he opened his lonely flat and looked around. Walking over to his answering machine, he listened to his messages as he unpacked his things. His agent wanted him to go to a Book Signing. Great. He rolled his eyes. He needed to be home writing! Logan shut his eyes tighter. No he would go. He moved around to his desk and put his lap top down.

He sighed and looked at the screen. Nothing was coming to mind. He moved to his couch and then turned on the tv and began to flip through the channels. He soon settled on a show and leaned back and watched as his eyelids got heavier and heavier.

 

[Yoshie]

She sighed; she knew he would not come back. She shook her head and used her cell phone to call home. A few minutes later she was at her door. Taking her clothes off she decided to take a shower, after all she had worked up a sweat cussing that cab driver out. Tomorrow was a book signing with her second favorite artist and she would be there to get him to sign her book. Yes, this was her chance to finally meet the man behind the text. He made characters that she could relate to and she wanted to at least see his face. The thing about this artist was that he didn’t show what he looked like on the back flap. No, there was just a bunch of words on the flap that gave you a brief summary of what the book was about. He didn’t even give a prologue about him. There wasn’t even a last page that had a cheesy ‘about the author’ cliché . Nothing, there was nothing about the person who wrote the book. Just the name and she was not even sure that it was a he until the news confirmed it.

What she wanted was to just see his face. She had fell in love with his characters, with the plot and with his story lines and each was more different than the last. He was the spider spinning the web and somehow, someway she always got caught in his web. His words captured her heart and his way of thinking now flowed through her mind. This man was a book genius and she was his victim. Every book, every piece of writing, everything of his she had to have. Getting out of the shower she dried off and headed into her room. Closing the door she prepared for bed. It was already late and she didn’t want to be that for her big day tomorrow. Wrapping up in the covers she spent the night dreaming about his new book and her new adventures.