The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains as Ryu stood outside Natsu's apartment, his impatience growing. He knocked on the door.
Without a word, Ryu held up a bag. "Ta-da," he announced.
Natsu looked at the bag with confusion. Ryu urged him to open it. Inside, a neatly folded suit revealed itself.
"You're going to be a manager, so you should also look like one," Ryu explained. "I asked Uma and Yuma to dress this up."
Uma and Yuma, it turned out, had a hidden talent for fashion, having worked at a boutique previously.
Natsu stared at the suit, his expression a mixture of surprise and reluctance. Ryu, sensing his hesitation, pushed him gently towards the apartment. "Now go change. The flight will land in an hour," he said, closing the door behind him.
After a few moments, the door reopened, and Natsu emerged, transformed by the suit. He looked sharp, almost unrecognizable from the disheveled figure Ryu had seen earlier. Ryu's jaw dropped in astonishment. "My my, you look really good in it, Natsu," he complimented, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Natsu glanced down at himself, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Ryu pulled out a bouquet of flowers from another bag. "Here, it's for the author. When she arrives, give this to her," he instructed.
Natsu took the bouquet, his expression a mix of confusion. "How will I identify her?" he asked, his voice filled with doubt.
Ryu chuckled nervously. "Hehe," he began, but the laughter died down as he realized the gravity of the situation. "She didn't send anything else other than her name so....," he admitted, his voice filled with regret.
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Natsu's face turned serious.
At the bustling Japan International Airport, Natsu stood out like a sore thumb. His face was turned downwards, and in his hands, he held a large board boldly proclaiming, "LARA - Author of Pegasus the Seeker of Truth."
Heads turned, eyes lingered on the unusual sight. Natsu became the unwitting centre of attention. He was acutely aware of every pair of eyes scanning him and the board, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.
The plane touched down with a gentle thud, and passengers began to disembark. The air hostess, conducting a final check of the cabin, heard a soft snoring sound. Following the sound, she spotted Lara, fast asleep in her seat.
"Excuse me, miss," the air hostess gently shook Lara awake.
Lara stirred, mumbling incoherently, "Ghhhg..."
The air hostess shook Lara again, her voice firm this time. "Miss!"
Lara's eyes snapped open, her dream world shattered. "Is it morning already?" she mumbled, still groggy.
The air hostess chuckled. "Miss, the plane has landed," she repeated.
Lara's eyes widened in realization. "What? Plane? Umm..." she trailed off, her mind still foggy.
Suddenly, the urgency of the situation hit her. "I am late!" she exclaimed, jumping out of her seat and grabbing her luggage. She rushed towards the exit, leaving the air hostess to shake her head in amusement. "What a girl," she muttered to herself.
Lara stood at the air stairs, her heart pounding with excitement. She was about to step into Japan and make her dream a reality. Her eyes ignited with determination and passion.
"It's finally time to let everyone know that I've finally arrived and from now on, in no time, I would reach the stars of success!" she declared loudly, her voice echoing through the airport.
People nearby were confused and watched her with curiosity. Lara, oblivious to their stares, took her first step down the airstairs, her stride filled with confidence.
As she moved forward, she accidentally skipped a step and stumbled. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, quickly regaining her balance.
People around her glanced at her with concern. Lara dusted herself off and regained her composure.
"Small accidents happen," she said, clearing her throat. She continued walking confidently, her eyes closed in determination.
Unfortunately, her confidence was short-lived. She bumped into a wall, causing her to stumble again.