Hey everyone! I have been working on this fic for a few weeks now, but I wanted to wait until I completed it before I started posting it. Like always, please Read and Review.
I don't know if anyone will like this since it's just the first chapter; let me know though.
Disclaimer: *runs away with copy rights* HAHAH!!!! Now I own them! not :'(
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These character's are OOC! Get over it! This just a story. And whoever said the characters had to act a certain way??
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Oops, sorry... Awesome thanks goes to my Beta jquackers for their help and also with some of the writing!!!
Stars freckled the night sky above the glowing city. Neon lights flashed and hummed the pathway to the Ishida bar.
On the path strolled a graceful figure, blanketed by a long black coat that hung barely above the ground. The clicking of her high-heeled shoes mixed in with the sounds of the music of the bar she was approaching fast.
She smiled at the doorman, making polite conversation before proceeding towards her normal stool at the bar. Her smile never left her face while she handed her jacket to the bartender and ordered her drink.
"Ah, good to see ya again. How'z your week been?" acknowledged the bubbled bald bartender, exchanging the woman's jacket with the usual.
"Ara, quite well. Hisanori-sensi kept me busy organizing his finances," smiled the eloquent woman before taking a sip of her drink. "It looks like he'll be able to move to a bigger store in a month if the good business keeps up."
"I don't think he'll have to worry about business as long as you're working for him," winked the man.
"Kaiji-kun, you flatter me, but you know as well as I that you're not my type," the brunette winked back.
"Miss Viola," laughed Kaiji, "Don't take me to be the lecher here. I was just complimenting ya on your beauty."
"Ara, ara," giggled Shizuru. "And what would your wife say if I told her you were hitting on young beautiful woman?" She winked again.
Kaiji's bubbley belly bounced once more, releasing another laugh. "Enjoy the rest of your night. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he said before walking away.
The brunette nodded, letting a grin grace her lips as she turned around to head to a table in the far left corner so she could watch over the crowd, or – in particular – her favorite couple.
As the eloquent woman scanned the room, voices from her past echoed through her head, reminding her of the reason why she was there.
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"Father, I absolutely won't do it! I refuse."
"You have no choice! Either marry now, or sign this deal. It was your mother's idea to even give you a second option."
"How can you be so crude to your own daughter? What makes you think that I would even come back?"
"That, my dear, is something we will take care of when we get there. Do we have a deal, or should I make wedding preparations?"
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The creme haired woman was annoyed at her past conflict for returning to her. She wanted to enjoy her night out; see the sights and new faces. She wanted to be at peace while she still could.
Then it hit her, yet again. This, her peace; her new found utopia – her break – was all just a short-lived escape from her old and future life. This escape was to last only 3 years, and here she was at only 1 and a half away from having to return.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the commotion at bar. Watching the scene unfold in front of her, she leaned forward in amusement.
A punch made contact with a face, most likely leaving a bruise... 'That probably hurt, a LOT,' she thought.
The body hit the floor as she grinned at his misfortune.
'I had never known how evil I truly am on the inside.' She looked at his attacker, only to see short shoulder-length black hair and an elegant figure grabbing the arm of a young redheaded waitress, pulling her away.
'Yes, finally. My favorite couple.' She gleamed.
Once far enough, the waitress yanked her arm away, scolding her savior in the process. The elegant figure – with broad shoulders, toned legs, and a set of rippling abs – merely shrugged. It looked like he was trying to explain that he didn't want her around these men anymore. The waitress then slapped him and grabbed his collar, pulling him into a fearsome kiss.
The act in itself took her breath away. Such passion from the two; it was stunning.
'I wish I could have that kind of relationship,' she jestered. She stared in awe as the waitress then pushed the man off, slapping him again, smirking evilly all the while. The redhead then went back to her work.
The man turned around, eyes still on the retreating figure, as if trying to strip her of her clothes with them. He sat down in a booth not too far from where Shizuru sat, her eyes still on him.
"Hey, pretty lady," a man appeared out of nowhere, attempting to flirt with Shizuru.
'Oh, gross. This man's breath is horrible, and now he's blocking my view.'
"What do you say I buy you another round and we head back to my place?" he grinned, disgusting the brunette in the process.
'My mask never slips, even when I'm drinking.' She smirked. 'But my eyes, they can pierce the thick head of a bull if needed to'.
"Sir, you are drunk, and I do not wish to go anywhere with anyone." She gave him her best glare to make him leave. He obviously didn't process the hint.
"Well then, pretty, how 'bout I just buy you another round, and we go home another time?" He winked at her, and waved to the bartender. His breath made her want to gag as he sat down across from her.
"Sorry, but I best be getting home." She excused myself, getting up from her seat. He said something else that she did not hear as she walked away. Her only attention was on the missing couple she always watched at her bar. It seemed that while she was trying to get rid of the annoyance, the two left.
'It must have been the end of her shift. Damn, I thought that I might be able to have more entertainment tonight.'
The brunette shuffled to the door and down the street, hearing tires scratching against pavement as a bike flew by. 'Huh? Must be the couple,' she thought, grinning to herself. 'They must be in a hurry. Wish I could be in a relationship like that.'
She signed and continued to her apartment.
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Noise filled the room as she gazed out her window. 'I would say that with all the money I was allowed to have during my three year escape, I'm doing a great job of hiding the fact that I am well off,' she mused to herself, looking back over her apartment.
It was a semi-rundown place. The carpet was stained, the table and cabinets were broken, and the appliances weren't top-notch. Even so, the bathroom was freshly cleaned, there was a new couch, and there were two rooms; one for storage, and one as the bedroom.
'I picked my apartment not because it was the exact opposite of what I grew up in,' she thought to herself 'But because of the environment.'
Upstairs, a couple was having a 'good time,' if you know what I mean. Next door, people were screaming. She heard a faint cry from a baby and sirens in the distance.
She sighed and closed her crimson eyes.
"The deal." She opening her eyes and walked over to her table. "I only have a year and a half left until I am forced back into that world..." Trailing off, she looked at the letter on the table. "That is, if I want my sister to remain happy." She sighed once more, pushing back her tears. "I don't want to go back," she whispered, tone slightly sad.
Her hand fondly and gently slid over the letter from her sister as she turned toward her bedroom for the night.
'She's the only reason I will return, if I ever return.' She lay in bed, setting her alarm.
"If only I could have what they have..." she whispered to herself before drifting off to sleep.
Yes, good? No! Aww... Sorry :(
Omake:
Shizuru: Where's my Natsuki?
Ume: Huh? Natsuki? Who said I was putting Natsuki in this?
Shizuru: I'm in a fic without Natsuki?!? *glares*
Ume: And what if I did?
Shizuru: Kiyo...
Ume: Don't even try. I took that power away from you.
Shizuru: Ara? Ume-sama is quite clever.
Ume: Flirting and teasing aren't going to get you anywhere either.
Shizuru: *pouts*
Ume: *sweat drop* Must resist urge.... GAH!!!! *walks away*
Shizuru: Hey, where is my Natsuki? Ume.... *chases after*