"Please Shadow!" Sachio cried, clutching her hands to her temples desperately. "Please don't leave me! You'll die on this mission - it's suicide!"
"It needs to be done," was the almost emotionless answer. Sachio could feel herself tearing up as she shook her head - hair swinging wildly. "But I-I l-l-l-love you!" She stuttered awkwardly, earning herself a groan and a frenzied yell of 'cut!'
Sachio groaned, her shoulders slumping as she removed her headphones and rested them about her neck. The door to her recording booth swung open and in walked a tall, intimidating woman with dark hair and equally dark eyes.
"Sachio-kouhai, what the hell was that? I understand you're still young but surly you've been in love before?" the woman snapped, crossing her arms and scowling darkly.
Sachio's shoulders slumped further as she bowed her head in a half-witted attempt to hide her raging blush. The younger of the two women shook her head slowly to signify a negative response.
"Fine, you must've at least been on a date."
Another negative shake.
"Have you ever even been kissed?"
"N-n-no Hitomi-san."
Hitomi blinked once, twice, and then cursed rather loudly. "Damn it Sachio! How does someone who looks like you even get away with that!?"
Sachio did not respond, choosing instead to bow her head further.
Pursing her lips, Hitomi growled slightly. "Alright, out!"
"W-w-w-w-what!?" Sachio cried head snapping up so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash.
"You heard me!" Hitomi snapped, pointing to the door. "Get out and don't come back until you've been kissed by a man other than your father!"
Sachio blinked wide brown eyes at her surprise. The harsher Hitomi smiled, very slightly. "Your job will be here for you when you come back."
With that simple statement, Sachio nodded quickly and scrambled out - grabbing her coat on the way out. There was no way she was going to give Hitomi enough time to reconsider her decision. Any one else would have been fired ages ago if they had behaved the way Sachio did. It wasn't that she was a bad voice actor or even a bad person - she was just so incredibly shy that it crippled her social skills so badly that most thought her a mute. It seemed, however, that Hitomi had a soft spot for Sachio - but even a soft spot the size of Tokyo would not save Sachio if she didn't get her act together soon.
Sachio stepped out onto the busy walkway outside her work building, pulling her long fur trimmed coat on against the harsh winter wind. How- she wondered as she walked steadily against the oncoming crowds of people - did one go about getting kissed? She did not have the foggiest. Sachio frowned, pulling her jacket closer to her body as she turned into an almost deserted park. She made a beeline for the nearest empty bench and plopped down, burying her face in her hands just to hide from the hopelessness of it all. Sitting there - all alone on such a cold January afternoon - while groaning loudly and hitting herself repeatedly with the palms of her hands, Sachio made such an image of near insanity that the few people in the park avoided her steadfastly. All - that is - but one.
"You really shouldn't hurt yourself - it's not healthy."
Sachio froze, looking up between her slightly spread fingers at the medium sized man that had spoken to her. He was of an average build. Between his dark hair and eyes, he was a fairly average looking man - but there was something about his goofy smile that gave him the look of a happy puppy dog.
"I-I-I-I'm s-s-sorry," Sachio muttered, lowering her hands to twist nervously in her lap. "I d-d-didn't m-mean to b-b-b-b-b-bother y-you."
"You didn't." The man stated, dropping lazily onto the bench beside her, grinning still. "I'm Matsuda! Who're you?"
"S-s-s-s-sachio." She murmured, bowing her head and blushing deeply.
They remained quiet for a few moments before Matsuda broke the awkward silence yet again. "So," he started, leaning forward so he could better see her face. "What's wrong?"
"N-n-nothing."
"People that have nothing wrong with them don't usually hit themselves." Matsuda observed with such a serious expression that Sachio really couldn't help but burst into giggles. Matsuda grinned.
"I s-s-s-suppose t-that's true," Sachio admitted, calming her giggles. "B-b-but my p-problems are of n-n-no c-c-c-concern to you."
Matsuda blinked at her, and then smiled. "I asked didn't I?"
Sachio glanced over at him, blushing furiously. He smiled that same, cute smile right back at her. "I'm a voice actress," Sachio admitted finally, looking down at her feet and speaking softly to avoid stuttering. "And we're doing a love scene right now."
Her dark haired companion leaned in, interest shinning brightly in his large eyes. Sachio studied him steadily. Matsuda's dark eyes looked into her own brown ones and a single dark brow on his face rose questioningly. She instantly blushed, glancing away and continuing - if only to draw attention away from her staring. "But I-I-I-I've n-n-never been in l-l-l-l-love. I've n-never e-e-even been k-k-kissed. And, if I-I-I d-don't get 'kissed b-b-by someone other t-than my f-f-f-father' (here Sachio air quoted) then I-I-I'm f-fired." This time Sachio did not look up at Matsuda for fear of being caught staring yet again.
Matsuda stayed silent for a few moments, staring thoughtfully off into the distance. "Hey Sachio-Chan?"
Sachio glanced up blushing. Before she even had time to speak Matsuda grabbed her chin gently and pulled her forward. He leaned down, meeting her lips with his own soft, pink pair. Staring with eyes the size of diner plates, Sachio could do nothing more than sit and ogle at the smooth lids closed over Matsuda's sweet eyes. That is until she felt a smooth, wet organ sweep gently against her closed lips. Sachio granted him entrance, eyes sliding shut as she felt the rambunctious tongue of the equally rambunctious man play against her own. She answered its call for play, moaning very softly at the new sensations. After what felt like an eternity kissing this strange new man Sachio pulled back to breath in fresh, cool air. She glanced down and blushed deeply when she found herself no longer sitting next to Matsuda - but rather on him. On his lap, to be more accurate, with his large hands gripping her hips very gently - as if he thought she was made of glass.
Sachio looked up, blush still in place, and meet Matsuda's eyes. He grinned rather widely, squeezing his hold on her hips slightly. "Now you get to keep your job!' Matsuda cried joyously and it was such a surreal, stunning moment that Sachio felt there was only one thing she could do. Therefore, she leaned forward - pecked him very timidly, then burst into wild giggles. Matsuda stared for all of three second before bursting into laughter as well, using his grip on her hips to pull her into a tight bear hug.
"So," Matsuda said, blushing very slightly as he laughed. "Do you think we could do this again? Maybe as a couple?"
Calming herself for the second time since Matsuda sat next to her Sachio leaned back, blushing as well. She looked his nervous expression over, toying absently with a curl of hair at the nap of his neck. Sachio's blush deepened, but still she steeled herself - leaning forward just enough to press her forehead against Matsuda's. "I think that sounds wonderful," She whispered softly, smiling gently when Matsuda grinned and tightened his slightly possessive hold on her waist.