Chapter One

"If i profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims,ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

CLICK "Romance..."

"And Michael Schumacher stays in the lead. Now lets -"

CLICK "Car racing..."

"Use Colgate whitening and your teeth will be as clean as -"

"Advertisements..."

"Boring, boring, even more boring" grumbled the bored sunshine-yellow haired female.

HISS

The silver framed flatscreen television was switched off.

She switched off the television and lazily lied on her posh brown couch. "Reality t.v. sure is getting boring these days..." muttered the almost bored-to-death blond. She chucked the remote control at another couch and shifted to get into a comfortable position. She felt that the world was getting boring, unexciting and monotonous. Every day was the old same routine, wake up, breakfast, work, lunch, work, home, dinner, tv, sleep.

She stared at her coffee table's vase of purple orchid for a moment till her eyelids felt heavier by each second, and finally shut. As she fell asleep, she let out soft snores and even... drooled.

Her name is Cagalli Yula Attha. She turned 24 last June, a bacheloret, currently living in small terrace and employed by Z.A. Co. as a car promoter.

Her dark yellow hair reaches half an inch above her shoulders, curling towards the end. A pair of golden orbs which shine with the kind of hard determination attained through years of intensive training. Her slender figure is always well hidden as she always wear loose shirts and pants. Her fashion strictly contains no tight-fitting clothes, skirts, revealing tops and high-heels. (No wonder she has never have an attachment before - ) She has fair complexion and lastly, the most special feature of all, her temper. She can throw a tantrum anytime anywhere be it in the public or private. Beware of her mighty punches for one blow of it will result in a fatal injury. It takes a short while to get her anger aroused so, those ladies who mistake her as a guy, please take caution.

Cagalli had taken her dinner a few moments ago and turned on the television. Not for long, she switched it off and fell asleep on her living room couch.

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The next day, 6th January 2008 Friday 8.20a.m.

"CLING!" the black metal gate closed.

Cagalli dashed out of the house in a bone-crunching acceleration the minute she washed up and prepared herself for work. She had only woken at 8.10a.m. to find herself lying on the living room couch. Then again she remembered it was still Friday - workday -. Work starts at 8.30a.m..

Out went Cagalli with her hair in messy tangles and curls, a half eaten loaf of bread in her right hand and a few bread crumbs along with small drip of milk around her mouth. Her blouse's top button was not buttoned and the colour of her pants did not match her top at all She sure looked unkempt. Furthermore, she's a car promoter for goodness sake! Outer appearance is a great concern for a promoter.

Cagalli is so fried.

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While a certain blond was running her way to work, a shrill broke the serene atmosphere.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" cried Cagalli in disbelief. "My identification card!" she exclaimed and quickly made a u-turn then ran back to her house.

THUMP

"Waah!" cried Cagalli in pain as she tripped over a small step on the pavement. She was too focused in getting home that she was not conscious of her path.

Unfortunately for Cagalli, her left wrist twisted while landing during the fall. She winced in pain as she got up and continued running home.

"Got you freak!" said Cagalli angrily at her identification card.

Then, she hurried to the company.

On her way, she squinted at the nearby clock tower. It read 8.25a.m.

Cagalli IS fried.

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"Excuse me" called an urgent Cagalli, no way was she going to lose her position of the never-late-before emplyee to her rival, Mia Campbell, the vain slut. As soon as she passed through the sqeauky automatic glass panel entrance of Z.A. motors building, she ran towards her manager's office. A tall and lean male was unfortunately in Cagalli's way.

"Excuse me Mr." shouted the irritated Cagalli, unaware of her impending crash.

"OUCH!" cried Cagalli in pain once again as her shoulder collided with the anonymous's. She did not really cared much about it, for reporting to her manager was top priorty now.

"WATCH IT kid" growled the male in anger.

"I said EXCUSE ME!" retorted Cagalli. She did not see how the male looked like nor did she bother to do so. However from the corner of her eye she could see a raven black head.

Hmph! Fancy calling my a kid man! I'm not even a baby goat! Sheesh, if i'm a kid, he's an over-sized ox!

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"Young Master! Are you all right?" questioned the fallen man's young servant, Mortimer, in panick.

"Heck! Some nerve that kid is," complained the fallen young man while trying to get up.

He was pissed, meaning he would sue this company any minute if such another incident was to occur. He patted his left injured shoulder lightly and was about to walk to the counter when something on the floor caught his attention. He stood before it in disgust as to what it was.

Cagalli's half-eaten bread

"Vile..." mumbled the young man and grimaced at the same time. He then looked towards the direction where the blond lady ran and furrowed his brows..

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