Prologue.
And When Their Eyes Met The World Stopped.
She slowly walked down the long corridor, the windows open letting in the cold autumn air, she always liked this time of year because of the cold and smell of crisp leaves. The fragrance almost made her miss home. Today she was at Ludwig's house. He had set up a meeting for her and that…that stupid, idiotic, little...she best not go on. Kiku Honda hated the thought of looking into the eyes of that American. He had dared bomb her and almost killed her. Then he had the gall to sit there and hold her trying to make her hold on. If she could have kept her eyes open she could have placed some kind of Akuma's curse on him. All she could remember was the smell of his sweat and the harsh earth she had once known as home. Soon she could go home again, once everything was clean again.
Taking a breath while heading to the meeting room Kiku glanced at the walls. They were painted of the German flag on a very clean and glossy deep oak. The wood was one of her favorites because of its beautiful richness. Finally stopping at the ironed door to the meeting room her heels clicked on the marble floor eerily. Before changing her mind she used her anger to open the door slamming it on the wall making both blonds in the room wince slightly, one from slight fear and the other from pure annoyance. "Mein Gott Kiku, don't hurt my h…ouse…" The German's words almost caught in his throat seeing the anger and death inside the small Japanese woman's eyes. Ludwig had never seen such a rage inside her before, sure when Feliciano broke something or got on her nerves, but never a burning true hate, he had to admit he liked it in her.
She hadn't dared to look at him yet in fear of wanting to rip his head off or even worse. Looking to her friend she smiled as innocently as her body and nerves allowed and nodded. The tall German stood and left the room taking his long slow strides. Sometimes Kiku thought he did that on purpose to make her even more angry, what she didn't know was he was waiting for her to ask him to stay just incase of backup. Yes he was cold sometimes but he always wanted to be there for her and that annoying but cute Italian. When the door finally closed, the click seemed to echo in the small room and Alfred stared at this small woman. 'Did she always look so frail? This is my entire fault isn't it?' Kiku stared at the floor her deep brown eyes refusing to look up and stare at this horrible creature. Never before in her life did she want to kill someone this bad. But it would only bring war and she knew that but still it didn't help the persuasion. Why couldn't life be simpler than this madness? Before when she was sipping tea and talking to that little girl about the blossoms in spring, that was a true heaven because it was peaceful and she loved it. Then the next thing she knew…that little girl was gone in a pile of ash and she had been flung into a rumbled mess. Anger started to seep from her and the hot aura made the American get to his knees. Clearing his throat he started "Ms. Honda, I know what I have done can not be completely forgiven…But I Alfred F. Jones wish to personally and full heartedly give my apologies and that we had not…" Looking up at her he knew…he was not going to be forgiven and this was all a big waste of time.
"This is a big waste of you're time Mr. Jones and I truly hope you have an unpleasant ride…" Stopping in the middle of her sentence to look up, their eyes met, and the whole world seemed to stop. Sky blue met Deep earth brown and all hate, pain, sorrow, guilt, just for an instant seemed to melt and the moment only lasted a small amount of time when Kiku walked over and smacked the American hard across his face. The strength sending him into the wall to the right of him. There was an awkward silence after and Kiku turned rushing out of the room. Two things stuck on her mind, two things she hated herself for. They were an urge to kiss that American and the second, wanting to see him again and have him hold her to take away all pain.
