Akane x Shinya draft

If it was one thing Akane hated it was cold, early mornings. Bleary eyes blinking at the ceiling as the awfully loud alarm clock bleeped away. Jerking off the cosy duvet which had been protection from the bitter night. Opening the curtains to look out at the not yet dawning sky, still a grumpy cobalt, collecting a semi-clean uniform and heading to the (if possible) colder bathroom for a brisk morning shower. Nothing like freezing water straight to the head to wake you up quickly! Just to add to the misery; it was also Monday, not that it mattered she had worked Sunday afternoon as well, what difference did it make? After counting all the tiles in front of her, 81 blue and 82 white, she deemed she had punished herself enough and standing there any longer would make her catch cold. Hastily stepping out the shower, drying and shoving on creased clothes, Akane checked her watch. 6:30 already?! Grabbing a pack of goji berries and cold coffee for breakfast whilst assembling all her things for the long day ahead; keys, check, breakfast, check, uniform, check...wallet ..check!

Locking the door and checking the three different locks twice, Akane was finally satisfied that no one would be breaking in today! Down three flights of stairs, if she ran she could still catch the 6:45 bus. And so she ran full tilt, straight through the grimy revolver door, the so called 'security man' not even looking up, having gotten used to Akane's early morning sprints to the bus. The clear morning air hitting her in the face telling her, you are so going to miss that bus.

On the other side of town a similar morning was unravelling, however this morning lacked Tsunumori's drive to be at work on time and instead was replaced with a stabbing headache, which he had felt building from the moment he had first started to be pushed out the dream world and into reality.

Shinya Kougami hated Mondays but not because he had to of get up and go to work, after all he could chose to do his work or simple disappear on holiday at the drop of a hat. It was the fact that he had to deal with people, stupid people, with a splitting headache. Tempted to simply pull the covers over his head and roll over, he considered what happened the last time he did this. Even though he was the boss and often didn't feel like going to work, one of his assistant/bodyguards would show up and drag him away from his comfortable bed and headache less dreams.

A vivid memory of Gino stalking into his room, meticulous as always, yanking open the curtains and pulling him out of bed in a way that if there hadn't been for his extensive martial arts training and a thick rug, he would have seriously injured himself. Oh praised the lord for Monday morning Gino. At least Kagari understood of the pain of waking up on a Monday with a hangover and only partially endangered his life when waking him. So rather than another near death experience, he opted to get up and get dressed for the monotonous day ahead.

Meanwhile Akane missed her bus so she ran to work instead.

Akane arrived through the doors heaving for breath, the gold bell above clanging wildly. Rushing to the staff area to stuff her bag into one of the lockers, whilst attempting to straighten her white lace pinafore, she was the first one here as always. She straightened, combing her petite hands through her hair trying to gain some normalcy in her crazy bed head, she looked around the restaurant.

It was a high class, traditional, five star establishment, how she managed to secure this job was beyond her understanding, even if it was only temporary. The restaurant itself was built in place of an old nightclub on the corner of a busy street, which had been shut down years ago, it had had been bought and refurbished, by none other than the illustrious Kougami Shinya. Not much was know about him, except his love of five star restaurants and whispered rumours of his shadowy personal life. However his design choices where excellent, or so Akane thought, modern plastics blending perfectly with old red brick walls and black iron. Flashing disco lights replaced with multicoloured, wide rimmed lamps, hanging from the ceiling. Along the walls rows and rows of plates, glass and cutlery was neatly displayed, giving a near endless supply to the waiters, although this much tableware did result in a lot of washing up! An open kitchen, visible from the moment you entered, where you could watch your meal being created before your very eyes.

Apart from all of this Akane's favourite thing was the tucked away black iron staircase, leading up and away to the roof and open skies. Her preferred place to take her breaks, how her colleagues didn't know about nor use this space amazed her. She felt so free up there away from all the hustle and bustle of downstairs, her dreams felt so close from there, like she could reach out and grab them, make them a reality.

But enough about her far away dreams and mysterious boss! She had chores to do, looking around for her daily list she located it and sighed chores started early, better get to work. She set about completing the list and was nearly finished when she heard the gold doorbell chime.