Writer's note: this story is for my poor brother who has fallen for Miyu!
Stander disclamer: I do not own Megaman NT Warriors and/or Rockman EXE
Miyu sat mediating at the crystal ball. A dark figure appeared in the shadows of the cloudy crytal ball, he had red ora, from both love and anger. Her eyes futtered open as the bell for her shop rang and the door opened.
"Hello, welcome" she said calmly.
"Hello" said a dark toned young man, stepping out of the shadows. He had dark hair, almost black, but not quite, and pressing brown eyes.
"May I help you?" Miyu said the traditional line
"Yes, this is Miyu black's shop, right!? I am looking for an urn," the young man said. Miyu stepped from behind the counter, and signaled for him to follow her.
"We have a large selection, is this for decoration or a love one" she said sensing it was a loved one.
"Do people ever use these for decoration" he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Not often" she confessed.
"My father died, he was a brave warrior" the young man said a with sadness in his voice.
"I am truly sorry for your loss", she said with as much honesty as she could.
"It is ok," he sighed deeply.
"I am afraid we have no warrior urns in at this moment, but if you have a design in mind I can order it for you," she said, heading for the desk.
"That would be very kind of you," he said, gripping her hand. She looked at him very surprised. His eyes were as deep and dark as a wave. A shiver ran down her spine.
"I must write your order with that hand if you don't mind", she tried to play it off but was dark red in the face.
"Ok" he said, following her to the desk, "it should have a sword on it and be black. That is what my father would have wanted", he said looking strangely sad. Passion, anger, danger, all burned in his eyes. Miyu felt herself go weak from his penetrating stare.
"What is the name to put that order under?"
"Seji Dashkovitz" he spoke softly. She had heard of him, a street fighter and protester with strong powers.
"Ok, that should be about $53.00, you can pay anytime you'd like" she said.
"You are so kind," seji said. He moved her frount braid a side and ran his hand down her check, she blushed bright red.
"Are you flirting with me, Seji?" Miyu said,
"You better believe it," he said, lifting her chin and kissing her lips very softly.
"Please Seji, I must ask that you not do that" she said jumping away very quickly.
"Why?" Seji said.
"Because I do not feel like kissing a complete stranger!" she yelled.
"I'm not a stranger you know my name, I know yours," he said surprisingly calm.
"But…" she couldn't think of a thing to say.
"I didn't think so" he said and kissed her once more. Placing his hand on her shoulder and the other hand on her hip, carefully gliding her to a set. When the kiss ended, he took his copy of the receint and left the store.
Miyu just sat there, lost in a daze. What had just happened to her? Her mind moved to her vision she had had. Seji was the dark figure. She would see him again. When his order came in.
Little did she know she would be seeing him sooner then she thought but in an unpleasant way!
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