She's young, single, and rather content with her paced life in the the big city as the immediate secretary of Raphael Sorrel- owner of De'Rouen Enterprises and also one of the world's most flamboyantly eligible bachelors- and she simply does what she must to pay the bills and get by.

He, on the other hand, is driven to do whatever he likes-ambitious at his own gain-, slack, and lives one day at a time. Routine isn't routine until its recognized as such but either way, what happens when it's interrupted?

There's a difference between simply being alive and actually living. Just as there is a difference between everyday-red and the deep crimson.

...lol sorry if that sounds lame. Please continue.

...and R&R if it's not too much..?

7:34 a.m.

Monday morning. After an unusually heavy weekend, the snooze button was guaranteed to be subject to some abuse. But not this snooze button. A gentle press was what quieted the alarm before at it's first wail when 7:00 had hit. The gracious administrator of these actions was currently curled up underneath the coal gray of the sheets. The decorative bedspread covered with designs of random creamy sea waves was falling halfway off one edge of the bed. Two identical cream balls of fur were curled up against the bigger lump on the bed. A cellphone sat on a black rounded cube-like nightstand next to the alarm clock and a picture of a young woman with short brown hair and matching bright brown eyes holding up the piece sign lit up the screen of the phone with the alert of the 3 new text messages. Her lively smile and the bright phone contrasted the darkness of the spacious room. The sun couldn't even show through the window-dark curtains made it nearly impossible for any ray to shine through.

7:35 a.m. The alarm started beeping once again.

"Maow."

One of the balls of fur yawned and stretched languidly, jumping off of the bed and leaving the bedroom with another loud meow. The second cat followed suit, but stayed within the room and called out a string of meows meant to wake it's master. The bundle cringed underneath the covers as the alarm clock continued it's tirade and the loud cacaphony of siamese cats in the morning interupted her heavy slumber. There was an exasperated sigh as the alarm was hastily cut off. The covers fell in a rather pretty cascade from the inhabitant, a woman, as she pushed herself up stiffly, her face scrunched in the darkness. She sat there for a little while, blinking in the darkness before sneezing and finally stirring. She washed her face with her hands, trying to wipe the sleep out of her eyes and rubbed her neck. The cats continued to meow together in the kitchen. Loudly. Sniffing, the woman extracted herself from the warmth of her sheets and stretched long and languriously as her cats did, showing off a lean, yet also curvy frame.

Her arms flopped to her sides and she sighed again when she noticed that she'd went to bed in nothing but her lingerie and an earring in her left ear. She removed the earring on her way to the master bathroom and picked the matching one from up off the floor, depositing it into a little black mini jewelry box decorated with silver glitter amongst other black decorated boxes. A crimson sweater dress and some black leggings were swiped up from the bathroom floor and thrown into the bedroom. They'd be put away when there was time.

Some scampering was heard in the room.

"Sorry Rekki," she apologized in a soft low voice that came out in a tired, but waking sigh.

She ran a hand over one side of her face and ran both hands through her dark-brown bed-head. She looked at her ivory reflection in the mirror in thought. She looked at her analog clock that hung in her walk-in shower. It almost read 7:40. If she was efficient with her time, she'd be able to shower, get dressed, call her 'friend' and chew them out, and still be out of the door by eight. Maybe she should check to see if she could skip washing her hair. Grabbing some of her armpit length locks, the young woman sniffed and crinkled her nose. She removed her underwear quickly and proceeded to take a nice steaming shower. She couldn't figure out how the smell of smoke and alchohol had managed to permeate her hair for so long. Then again, she couldn't even figure out whether anything had permeated her last night.

She washed her hair quickly and conditioned it just as fast. Washing over her voluptuous frame, she did her best to recall the events from the night before.

She remembered being persuaded to go out with her friend and coworker along with some others...

They obviously went to a club of some sort... And she had most likely come home alone. Granted, her companions had allowed her to blackout and do heaven knows what, but Taki didn't trust many and knew that her companion would not have allowed a stranger to come home with her...

Taki froze in the middle of laving and stared at her foam covered arm as she grimaced, trying a little harder to bring to mind what happened, especially whether or not she had done anything with anyone. She couldn't even remember what she had to drink.

Everything was fuzzy-her memories seemed to be under the influence just as she had obviously been-and she had only one person to blame for the whole thing. Rinsing her body, she frowned with chagrin at her situation. She should have been more careful of herself. Her limits should have been known to herself even if she had never been to a club. Or really drank at all.

The two cats now roamed the kitchenette and were still meowing just as loudly if not louder since they were more awake. One of them returned to the bedroom and ventured into the bathroom and placed its front paws on the vaguely opaque door of the shower and proceeded to meow at it's owner.

Emerging from the shower smelling of vanilla and brown sugar, the woman dried off quickly and wrapped her dripping hair with a towel. Quickly, but without rush, she walked into her room completely, put on a black matching set of underwear and dressed in a white long-sleeve button up and a slate colored pencil skirt that stopped a little past the middle of her thigh. Deciding against tights, she went ahead and put on some black pointy high heels and grabbed the matching jacket to her skirt.

"Mmmmaow." "Maaaaaooooooow."

A sigh. " Alright, Rekki. Calm down, Mekki, I'm coming."

"...Maoooow."

While still running a brush through her damp locks, the now presentable woman grabbed a bag of kibble from the pantry and filled the bowls of the two identical siamese cats. She also filled their two other bowls with fresh water and set them next to their respectable owners. She put a pair of simple pearl colored studs in her ears as she knelt down and pet both of her furry companions, apologizing for the wait. They immediately began to pur loudly while smacking and crunching on their breakfast. A small smile graced her features as she rose and went to retriever her cellphone from her dark room. A mental not was made for her to clean her room as soon as she came home from work when she stepped on her sweater dress that she had removed from her bathroom floor earlier. She was fastidious by nature; everything had it's place in her home especially the things in her room.

Quickly grabbing her things and throwing her hair into a stylishly messy bun, she rushed out of the door only to return shortly and pick a set of keys from the hook next to the front door, shaking her head. Her daily morning routine had been disrupted and it was a nuisance.

The bigger of the siamese cats, Mekki, was in the window watching her leave down the stairs of the flat when she finally noticed the alert for five new text messages. They were all sent within the same minute a little after 2 in the morning, which was mildly surprising. Even though she hadn't gotten much sleep, she felt alright, but she was still shocked at how late (or early) she'd gotten in. The fact that more seasoned clubbers could party until actual dawn the next day was unknown to her. She had no time for messy bouts of groping, drinking, and cigarette smoke while listening to blaring music in a packed matchbox of a building. That hadn't stopped her persistent coworker from persuading her, obviously.

Beginning the walk to her job in the crispy fall weather, her eyes perused the five short text messages as a thread...

TAKI.

OMG.

U.

R.

WILD.

The caps screamed the words as if the young chinese woman was actually walking next to the slowed japanese woman, yelling at her as if she were deaf. Her dark brown eyes widened as she stared at her phone, still walking and effectively avoiding any people or obstacles.

What the hell had the chinese girl she dared to call a 'friend' gotten her into last night?

After much re-reading and editing and pondering...I'm deciding to post this.

This was originally gonna be called "Besides the Point", but while reading over this chap, I got more ideas for possible later chapters. I thought this new title'd apply.

I'm trying to do something a little bit more serious with this one. I really like a good Taki and Mitsurugi pairing.

This one has me nervous too, though :S. If it sucks, I might not post anymore of it. Let me know what you guys think?