It was a crowded night, the girl thought with a raised brow, a perfect setting for some poor unsuspecting sap to be picked dry. A slow giddy smile spread across her cupids bow lips as she made her way across the wooden panels. Letting her hips sway with the subtle hint of sexuality and her bright gaze roam with coy intent. She could feel the eyes snagging onto her slim petite yet curved body with interest. And knew what they saw.
An oddity, a conundrum walking the span of the floor. A girl, no, woman (as she liked to think) who blazed past with confidence and secrecy hidden beneath the tight fitting tee and low setting jeans. She was peculiar, this she knew. Her heritage assembled in the strangest yet most beguiling assemble most have ever seen.
She, with her snowy tresses spiraling past her shoulders that clashed eagerly with the dark gold of her skin. The oriental tilt of her eyes and their heterochromatic colors. Honey brown and pale lilac. Yes, she was odd looking but for her, she made it work.
She casually brushed up against a nearby dancer in a bid to get by and was "mysteriously" knocked into his taller body.
"Aah!" She cried, letting her one hand fall on his waist and the other perilously close to his happy zone.
Face flushing with red she ripped herself away hastily and shyly set her hands behind her back.
"I apologize! I didn't mean to...touch you there!" She said shifting side to side bashfully.
"U-uh, its...fine. You don't have to apologize. I was kinda my fault for standing there." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"A-anyways, I have to get going, you have a nice night." He smiled, waving goodbye. "Be sure to buy yourself a drink."
"Thank you, I will most definitely." She let her Bambi look vanish as a smug expression took its place. She let her fingers clench down on the black suede and rather hefty wallet her nimble fingers just happened across. "Most definitely buy myself some much needed liquor, with the cash you so graciously provided me with."
She grinned and made her way to the bathroom. Opening up a stall she went inside and opened up the wallet.
"It looks like someone, just had a payday." She sniggered, as she pocketed the plentiful hundreds. After explored the many pockets of leather she carefully took out each card, snapped them into pieces, and flushed them down the toilet. Then from the back of her pants she pulled out a wet wipe and carefully cleaned all of her prints off. She ripped some tissue off and rolled it up before stuffing it into the ladies toiletry trash can. Let everyone think it's a pad, its not her place to correct them.
Opening the door she immediately took note of the gaggle of women who stood standing in one corner, talking in hushed tones.
She opted to tune them out. She reached forward and turned on the water and began the mechanical process of washing her hands.
"...You hear...?"
Stretch out hand.
"...I know...Crazy...Insane...!"
Squirt soap into outstretched hand.
"...Cast off...so sad..."
Rub in between fingers and stick under faucet.
"...New lover...Photographer...Asami!"
And rinse off the suds-wait what? Rewind and repeat! Who now?
Slowly she turned off the water, grabbed a paper towel, and began to listen intently.
"I heard that he finally hooked up with a new one, a man this time!"
"I bet he's the top."
"You fool, of course Asami is the top! Can you see him letting anyone near his ass-"
The girl rambled on and on but she had lost focus at the sound of his name.
"Asami." She voiced, causing the women to quiet down.
"Huh?" One voiced in confusion.
"Asami Ryuuichi, that's who you're talking about right? The one with the new lover?"
"Uh, yes."
"And do you think this would mean quits with his old one?"
The girl scoffed. "Well considering he spent this much trying to get him, I'd take it as a hint."
She tilted her head down and let her hair shade her face.
"Thank you, that's all I needed to know." And which that she swept out of the bathroom.
"You idiot!" One of them hissed, hitting her loose mouthed friend in the forearm.
"Ow! What was that for!" She whined.
"Do you guys have any idea who that was?" She asked with narrowed eyes.
"Um, a random girl who demands obvious answers from random people in the bathroom?" She snorted.
"No," She growled, hitting the girl again. "That was H.H!"
"And who may we ask is H.H?"
"I never found out what the initials stood for but that's Asami's lover! Or rather his previous one as you just so rudely informed her!"
"No way!" The girl gasped, eyes darting from the door and back. "Absolutely no way!"
"Yes way, and I bet you anything, she's on her way home with tears running down her face!"
"Dumped by a guy for a guy, there's nothing worse."
They all nodded in agreement for the poor broken hearted female, who just got cut off through the words of gossip.
She stepped carefully into her rented hotel room and trudged tiredly into her bathroom. Her shoulders trembled lightly as she flickered on the light. Her foot caught on something and down she went. Hitting the floor and not bothering to sit herself up.
Asami...had another.
He didn't need her, he got a new squeeze.
He left her...He actually left her.
He...He's gone...
He's really fucking gone...
Finally she couldn't hold it in any longer. This was too much for her to handle at one time. Her hands clenched and her back hunched as she threw back her head and...
...
...
...CHEERED!
Up she jumped in one smooth movement and proceeded to cabbage patch.
"Fuck yes! Thank you mysterious photographer! He's off my case and onto yours!" She shouted as she shimmied over to the shower.
"I really want to thank and congratulate the poor bastard in person for such idiotic and heroic actions that got Asami to notice him but I don't ever want to look at that smug ass face ever again." She chirped cheerily. "Maybe I'll send both of them an untraceable post card and a holiday fruit cake. Yeah sounds good." She nodded.
"Besides it seems my departure is over due." She mused as she watched the water fall at a rapid pace. "I don't want to muck up Asshole Asami's love life with such dear memories of us. And I'm sure he wouldn't want his new hubby to get insecure once he sees all of this heavenly goodness."
Stripping off her clothes, she raced back to her room and grabbed her needed supplies. She couldn't very well make it away from here without looking inconspicuous. She wanted her escape to be sure. Asami was known to have his cake and eat it too according to rumors. And though she never put to much credit on them, one learned to its better to be safe rather than sorry with him.
As she cleansed herself she used her specially created wash for applying her full body make up and made quick work of her shower.
She quickly stepped out and beneath the dryer. She uncapped the powdery substance and proceeded to smear it all over her skin in even strokes. Letting it set in, she wandered over to the sink and uncorked her personal batch of hair dye. Her partial albinism made her hair harder to color thus her No-Lye-Hair-Dye was created. It gave it a nice healthy dose of not pale. She mindfully applied it to ALL places with even the slightest hint of hair and wrapped her head in a towel.
Sighing she plugged up the flat iron and set up her brushes. Her hair had a signature curl and that needed to go for a while. She couldn't have anyone noticing her. She meandered into the sitting room and took out a pair of flexible jeans and a sweater. She set her extra pair of glasses down opposite of her chosen attire and dug out the nipple cream.
And yes, she had cream to change the color of her nipples. If one was escaping from Asami Ryuuichi, you had to be thorough. So her areoles turned from her normal chocolate brown to a faint pink. This shit is good in the details.
Standing she removed the towel and reentered the bathroom. And so she sat in front of the mirror for over an hour flattening her flyaway hair. But damn was the trade off good. A session of hell with her locks for a flight away from Goldy Eyes.
She braided her hair into a sloppy fishtail and examined the finished phase of the first stage of becoming someone new.
The full body makeup had successfully morphed her darker tinted skin into the creamy pale of most Asians and her raven straight hair had her looking like the average everyday native. Grinning she inserted her contacts that hid her dual toned peepers. And these were the good contacts. That looked like a real eyes, hell it better look real. She paid a good deal of someone else's money for these.
She stood up and looked at her nude body, pale and pink looked odd on her. She surmised, and she couldn't wait to be back in her original form.
She gazed at the snazzy pieces of body art that covered her and groaned. She hates covering her tattoos the most. That awesome should never have to be hidden, but sadly it is for the greater good.
Out came another powder and over it went. Onto the tribal band that wrapped around the lower half of her left calve and the S shaped one that hooked around her ankle and curved towards her instep.
The sun that was printed on her lower stomach, the unique marks that looped underneath her breast and faded to her hip bone, and finally to the more difficult of them all to reach. The slim yet tall diamond tribal tattoo that spanned the length of her back and spine. It was her masterpiece and she heartily curses Asami for making it disappear even if momentarily.
Thankfully she was double jointed and a secret gymnast so her task was completed with ease.
Holding back a sob she looked at her blank body and stomped over to the table.
"Fucking rich, stupid mafia bosses and their rich, stupid thoughts that everything is a sexual conquest." She grumbled. "As soon as this is done, I'll let you breathe my babies. Just leave it to your mommy Kay?"
She angrily packed up her things into her shoulder bag and grabbed her small durable suitcase full of expendable things (over the years she had learned to never keep valuable things in there just in case for some reason you'd never see it or your previous identity again) and lined it up near the door.
She pulled on the clothes and a pair of black heels before she slide the black wire glasses up the bridge of her nose.
She smirked gleefully.
Hatsuharu Honda was motherfucking free and that's just how she liked it.
Okay my first chapter of my new Asami/Oc/Akihito. Review!
