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"He had everything a guy could want; everything except her. And she was the only thing he wanted."

"Sohma-san?"

"Hmmm?" Yuki pulled away from the doodles he was sketching on his meeting agenda sheet and noticed the rest of the conference room. 30 different business suits all resting on his approval of their ideas, their designs, their lives. He sighed and shook his head letting his silver hair fall across his face.

The man before him rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, clearly irritated that Yuki hadn't heard his proposal the first time. "The new budget? Sohma-san, do you agree with the new budget plan?"

Yuki didn't have to agree with it, it would get pushed through one way or another, and it was all in the company's best interest; so why would he stand in the way? He looked up at the hefty older gentleman from beneath his long eyelashes and grimaced, "Of course, have the forms on my desk by Monday."

Seemingly content with the answer, the man resumed his seat and wrote a few notes to himself on a legal pad. Convinced he couldn't pay attention for another moment, Yuki snapped his meeting booklet shut and stood up.

"That will be all for today." He turned to leave when his secretary tapped him on the shoulder.

"But Sohma-san; we didn't go over all the points you wanted too and we'll never be able to keep up if we--"

He made eye contact with the small mousy girl and his amethyst eyes rendered her speechless. He took the opportunity to make an executive decision, "Let's take a long weekend; the paperwork can wait till monday." The room filled with joy and subdued feelings of relief. Fridays were always so hard to get through. Yuki picked up his briefcase and left the large conference room to return back to his office to get everything in order before he left.

He didn't want to be the head of Sohma Corp., but it was what Akito had meant for him; he went to college for it and when Akito's health took a turn for the worst, he stepped down and Yuki took over.

Sohma Corp. was basically an investment firm, a management place for the money that was invested into different projects, most of them were related to the very immediate Sohma family. Yuki didn't want to be responsible for all that, work took up all his time, it followed him home, and to put it bluntly, it was some of the most boring work of all time.

Yuki sighed and looked around his office. It was huge, a private room on the 15th floor; expensively decorated with a clear glass table and black leather chairs, and a window that took up most of the fourth wall. It was Yuki's favorite part of the room. Opposite his desk, instead of a wall, he had requested a window; a clear panoramic view of the city beneath him, the city he rarely got to see.

When he got distracted from his work, which was often, he'd get lost in the window, looking at the little figures bustling around, living their lives with happiness and spontaneity. While he lived his like a jail sentence, waiting to go home so he could sleep and start the torture over again. He didn't consider it much of a life, but it was his, and he didn't know how to get out of it. That left him with one option, live it out. A life sentence of working himself to the bone, no joy and no chance of parol.

Yuki looked away from the window and finished shuffling papers into a few loosely organized stacks. He took one look at the room before he shut the door behind him. He walked through the halls, to the elevator and noticed all the employees leaving. Most of them had families they were going home to, parties to get ready for, friends to meet up with for dinner and drinks, and what did he have?

Nothing.

The elevator doors opened and Yuki slid in, throwing his scarf on over his coat, Winter was finally starting up in Tokyo and the cold wasn't helping his asthma. He rode down the 15 stories alone, with nothing to look at but his own reflection in the mirrors of the elevator. His silver hair was ruffled from him running his hands through it while he worked, his eyes were smoldering; burning with the reminders of things that he still had to get done, and his mind was overwritten with ideas, disasters, and a harsh reality; all dreams and hopes had been crushed into a dark corner of his mind long ago.

The beep of the elevator doors opening brought his attention back to the present and he wasted little time getting out of the confined space and making his way through the cold, spacious lobby. It reeked of high end architecture and gold lining. Yuki turned through the revolving doors and on the other side he was met with a flash of brisk, frozen air, the overcast sky let a gray background loom over the city, one that matched Yuki's mood today. As he made his way to a taxi on the curb he bumped into a girl standing on the sidewalk. He turned to apologize and when he locked eyes with the girl, time stopped.

He had never seen eyes so beautiful and her thoughts matched his. Hers were a deep cerulean blue, wide and innocent, completely open to trust and love. His were a royal amethyst, focused and in control; but behind that she saw vulnerability and hurt, waiting to be comforted. They held each others gaze for a perfect moment, only broken by the horn of a taxi; anxious to be on its way. Yuki begrudgingly shattered the moment and stepped into the taxi, watching the girl as she bounded into Sohma Corp.; the same building he had just been so eager to leave.

He watched as she spun through the revolving doors, long chestnut hair flying behind her. Her coat tails flipping around in the play of the wind, while the dress underneath bounced in time with her step. As the taxi pulled away he felt this strange new calmness fill him, like she had taken some of his troubles away; and instantly, he wanted to see her again, to talk to her and be around her. Someone he had never met before, but so desperately needed to meet again.

So that's the first chapter! I really hope you guys liked it... Review and you might be mentioned in the next chapter... so GO REVIEW! Suggestions, ideas, and comments are definately WELCOME! and appriciated!

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