Shigure was a simple man. With a clean simple cut and slick black hair. He always wore a simple black suit to his simple little job.

He was a simple novelist who wrote simple romances. With a simple editor who sometimes isn't so simple.

Shigure runs this simple business with a straight face; that's simple…

Shigure was working hard that morning. The computer screen in front of his face finally turned black. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

He was a handsome man with black slicked hair and a clean suit. He always had the perfect smile with the smallest hint of a smirk. And his dark brown eyes always made you wonder what pain he'd been through.

There was a soft rap on his door. Tohru Honda walked in. She gave him an innocent smile.

"Your editor has arrived Mr. Sohma," his secretary announced.

"Thank you Miss Honda, if you could please invite her in," she traveled out the door.

He smiled as he took a long drink of his tea. Maybe he should mess with his editor.

Before he could finish his drink his editor busted open the door.

"Ahh my wonderful Editor," he stood.

She pointed her finger," Don't you 'wonderful Editor' me Shigure Sohma! You were supposed to turn in that damned script two months ago! TWO MONTHS!!!"

Her face was red as she sat in the chair. With her side propped up on the arm of the chair she put her face in her hand. She had a headache, he could tell.

"I don't think you understand the importance of your job, I mean what would we do without-"

"Relax, I sent that script in three months ago. They probably had no idea what you were looking for when you asked for a script from two months ago," he sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

Shigure sat in his chair staring at the blank computer screen, thinking.

What was there to write about? He needed an idea and soon. He want to write something different, something extraordinary! Something…Something…

"What the hell kind of job is this! This isn't what I sent in my resume in for!"

Shigure decided to see what the commotion was about.

As he snuck outside he immediately saw what it was.

There in the midst of the hallway stood a teenage boy, nineteen perhaps. He was wearing a black stretch tee with dark gray pants. He had on two belts, one with spikes and the other silver. He had a black shoe lace for a necklace and several rings on. He was toned in a very nice way and had red-orange eyes. But the most intriguing thing about him?

His hair, his orange hair.

Shigure's life just became a lot less simple.

This is a present for my friend Lynn. It isn't finished yet but if you're confused about any part please feel free to email me –