Writer's Note:

I hope you enjoy this! There aren't enough stories on this couple so I decided to give it a try! Please tell me what you think! Read and review please! :)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Fukuda sat in his working chair slouched over resting his eyes so sleep would come over him. His assistants lay slouched over snoring loudly, as their breaths softened with each minute that passed. There is no way in hell I'm paying them extra for sleeping over he thought to himself silently. He shifted his brown eyes over to the clock on the wall squinting to read the small numbers. Fukuda wore his usual white shirt and a pair of jeans, and of course his bandana that he pulled down over his eyes.

The morning light swept delicately through the room, it is fucking 7:00 AM he thought grouchily remembering the rush of adrenaline he had hours ago about finishing his latest chapter. He somehow thought of the idea of redrawing the WHOLE chapter, just for perfection. But he must admit the images were twice as better than before. He grunted, as he shuffled in his hunched body he drowsily closed his eyes, hoping he could sleep even for a little bit until he saw his cell phone vibrating on the table. He groaned before lifting his head and flipping open his phone 8:00 AM? An hour already passed? He rolled his eyes while he thought who the hell would call him this early in the morning.

He pushed the talk button and stated grouchily, "Hello? This is Fukuda." A light breath escaped the other end before replying, "Hello Fukuda, this is Aoki-san." Fukuda shifted grouchily, "And why are you calling so early in the morning?" his eye twitched slightly out of irritation. "Well…um…I'm sorry to wake you so early, but I had something important I wanted to discuss with you," she answered softly as she always did. Fukuda blushed slightly but rolled his eyes, "Fine. Tell me what you need." It was quiet for a moment and Fukuda wondered if she was still there. "Uh, okay…well the reason I'm calling you is because I need some advice." Fukuda grinned to himself, "Don't tell me you need help with pantie shots again?" Aoki gasped almost immediately, "No! No! This has nothing to do with work!" Fukuda can almost feel the blush on her face through the phone, "No need to blush over pantie shots." "How did you? – Never mind," she said. "Anyways what advice do you need?" Fukuda asked curiously.

"Um…"

"Is it really important?"

"Uh…yeah."

"Well then spit it out!"

"Okay! Okay!"

"I'm waiting…tick tock tick tock tick tock."

"I don't enjoy your sound effects."

"Fine, I'll stop," he smiled.

"Okay, my parents set me up on a date with a guy who is really successful, handsome and well perfect. But… I've never really dated anyone before so I wanted you to teach me what to do."

"You're serious?" he asked clearly surprised that she never dated anyone.

"Yes! I don't really know what to do. And watching romance movies doesn't really help."

"What about Hiramaru? I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you," he whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" she asked whispering back, Fukuda went into another room since his friends were stirring in their sleep while he was talking on the phone. He leaned against the wall, "Never mind that, answer my question."

"Uh…well Hiramaru is a nice man, but…he might take the date too seriously," she answered truthfully.

"True, he probably wouldn't stop looking at your ass," he stated at the thought of the man's obsession over her.

"Yeah… I guess so," she answered quietly.

"I think that's the first time I ever heard you make fun of someone."

"I wasn't making fun of him!"

"Fine. Why are you asking me this, again? I haven't been dating anyone in awhile so, why me?"

"Well…you're single so no one will be jealous. And I think you may have more experience than Mashiro or Takagi."

He smiled, "I'll do it. But I'm only doing this cause you're on Team Fukuda, and we have to help each other out."

"Thank you Fukuda-san."

"No problem. So what time would you like to go out?"

"Um…what about tomorrow during lunch?"

"Okay that's good. Pick a good restaurant though. I'm not really good at that type of stuff," he answered scratching his head. She giggled slightly thinking it was typical for Fukuda-san she replied softly, "Don't worry I will. See you tomorrow."

"Bye," he stated and he hung up. He sat there, leaning against the cool wall for a few seconds, what the hell did I just get myself into? he thought, before going back to work.

Aoki flopped back down on her queen-sized bed and sighed to herself. She grabbed a pillow and hid her face in it blush creeping on her face. This is so embarrassing she thought innocently, as she curled up into a ball clutching her legs into her warm chest.