The wind blew through the fall leaves, leaving nothing but a minor whistle as evidence that it exists. The breeze touched her pale skin as she waited to cross the street. The letter that she held in her hand swiped by its invisible power, only to land in front of the man whose head was covered with dandelion-colored hair. As he leaned forward to pick up the bright pink letter covered with an atrocious looking bunny that seemed to be mocking him, he heard the rushing pitter-patter of two small feet. He lifted his gaze only to be struck by the girl, no, woman that stood before him. His eyes traveled over her form as he studied everything that was her. She was small, and her hands could only be classified as dainty. "Midget," he found himself thinking, and unconsciously formed the tiniest of smirks on his face. Her face was framed by a luscious, raven curtain that revealed the most enticing, amethyst orbs that he had ever been lucky to gaze upon. Exercise had painted her cheeks with the rosiest of pinks, only to add more enchantment to her complexion. The girl in front of him was in a word, beautiful.
"Excuse me, Sir," she managed to say after taking a moment to catch her breath, "that letter is mine."
She craned her neck to get a better look at his face. She was overwhelmed by the brightness of his hair. "Well, this is different," she mused to herself, causing a smile to form on her face. She was brought back to the task at hand by the sound of his voice as it left his beautiful lips.
"Here you go. HELLO!" He called as he waved his hand in front of her. She seemed to be in a daze and he started to wonder if his hair really caused that much of a shock. It was a typical reaction. This caused his everlasting frown to become more pronounced. He became self conscious as she continued to gawk at him. "HEY!"
"Sorry," she said sheepishly. She was embarrassed that she was caught staring, but could anyone really blame her? The man in front of her was tall and handsome, even if his hair was bright orange. That only added to his sexiness. He handed her letter to her. "Thanks for stopping it from going any further. This letter is really important to me. I was on my way to take the bus to give it to someone, when the wind blew it out of my hands. I was really worried. Thanks so much, Sir." She said as she bowed towards him.
He raised an eyebrow at her, finding her proper address endearing. "Don't sweat it, squirt," he said nonchalantly as he turned around to continue on his way, not caring in the least about the proper conduct required when addressing a stranger. "Oww!"he yelped in the middle of the street. He never expected that she would strike him. "WHAT THE HELL! What was that for?" He stared at her and found her purple gaze ablaze with anger, making them even more mesmerizing to him. "I'm not a squirt! It's not my fault that you are freakishly taller than most people, you JERK!" She screamed at him. She knew she was short, but hey, she preferred to call it vertically challenged. It was not her fault the she was automatically dwarfed down when he stood next to her. In her eyes, he was at fault. She turned around furiously, to cross the street, letting that be her words of farewell. She left him there, thinking that it would be the last time that she would ever see him. It was too bad that fate had other plans in store for her.
He stood there in bewilderment, to say the least. She kicked him! No girl had ever done that to him. He was used to women flocking themselves around him which annoyed him like no other. He broke out of his reverie after hearing her yell at him. He scoffed at the fact that he managed to ruin all his chances by getting under her skin so easily. "Nice going, Kurosaki," he thought. He didn't even manage to get her name. He shrugged his shoulders in defeat. Letting his gaze trace over where she had last turned the corner and disappeared, he moved his feet towards his original destination. Thinking this was the end of his encounter with the beautiful midget, he never imagined what the future had in store for him.