My Forbidden Romance

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, but I do own Sayoko and sort of Junior in the sense that this is set when he's about nineteen. I do also own the plot and semi own the idea of what Sayoko is.

Authors note: Okay I haven't posted up on here in years. I am currently about to start college well this year. I have dyslexia so if there are some spelling problems that a trivial please try and look over them please?

Further more Henry Junior, although based on the child of Paige in Charmed is around nineteen and Sayoko is totally invented.

Also thanks to xunwritten-futurex for proofing this. With me having exams soon, sometimes I over look simple errors.

Chapter one: Chance or Destiny?

Sayoko stared blankly at the wall of nails. 'How many different kinds are there anyway!' she screamed in her mind. Had it been something to do with cars she would be in her element, but of course looking at her no one would ever suspect she was an expert so to speak in car mechanics.

In fact Sayoko was one of the meanings behind the saying 'never judge a book by its cover'. Dark brown hair hung loses and flowing around her chest, her beautiful dark brown eyes and slightly tanned skin, the perfect beautiful young woman. She knew she was beautiful and she was sure of the fact, it helped her with one of her greatest hobbies, flirting; she didn't do it for any reason really other than she loved to.

Right now she was shopping for nails, not the false kind you glue onto your own but the ones you fix things with. She lived with her two older sisters and after one of their fights, her middle sisters door had ended up being broken.

Now to most that would probably sound a little far fetched but when you took into account who Sayoko was then it wasn't really hard to imagine it. She was, along with her sisters, a witch, but a 'evil' one.

In fact we all know the Charmed ones. Well Sayoko was part of a family of anti-Charmed ones if you would. Her and her ancestors had all had the power to take on and be equally matched to the Charmed ones. However this generation had been late and although her sisters were more than happy to find about the Charmed ones weaknesses and use them to win, Sayoko just wanted to have fun. Although, her fun could be considered very interesting indeed.

Just entering the hardware store was Henry Junior, or just Junior as nearly everyone called him. Looking around the store he couldn't help but notice Sayoko looking perplexed at the wall of nails, the basket by her feet he also noticed had some parts used in cars. He had to admit he was enticed. He walked up, pretending to be looking over her trying to get to some nails him to buy, and his eyes ran over her quickly, she was indeed dressed uniquely. A hot pink tank top with light purple cropped tank top over the top, then short jean shorts with patchwork pink marital held in place by suspender-like stripes of punk pink PVC. Finishing off her outfit where pink and grey DC trainers, a messenger bag with a purple triquatre hung off her hip also.

She knew someone was there and then decided to hide a smirk, letting out a sigh. Maybe she could have a little fun and actually get help. She slowly rose up, slightly catching the unknown man.

"Oh sorry… Oh you look like a guy who knows what to do with nails… Got any idea which of these would be good for nailing up a door… well on henge's of course… I don't plan to nail someone up in a room." Sayoko smiled brightly, but she knew what she was doing, getting ready to work her charm, she watched him while he looked to her face, time to add a little bit of innocence she thought, her expression turning, looking as though she felt utterly stupid. Junior smiled at her, leaning over and picking up a pack, handing them to her.

"These are what you a looking for… They should hold it up…so those for your sister too?" He was going to start a conversation some way and why not this way. He nodded his head towards the basket on the floor, his shoulder length curly hair moving slightly as he did. Sayoko took up a playful glare.

"No! They are for me… and for my wreck of a car which soon will be the best." She smirked slightly at his expression, reaching into her bag and pulling out her Motorola V3, flicking through the images before showing him of a pretty new model racing convertible but it was in a bad state.

"My oldest sister picked it up for me at the junkyard; it had been totalled in some kind of street race... She works at the police department. Anyway they let her buy it… But soon it will look like this." She took the cell away from him, he was watching her, and she pressed the button and changed the image. Now displayed was a computer graphic, it was the same car but how she was hoping to make it. The body it's self was black but on the side was a Japanese anime styled drawing of a schoolgirl kicking. She had in fact designed it herself. Junior quirked an eyebrow quickly as he was soon looking from her to the phone.

"You are going to make it look like that? Awesome." He smiled finally talking, she looked probably about seventeen maybe eighteen. "Well when you get it finished maybe you can give me a ride?" Sayoko turned her phone taking a picture of him without his permission.

"Give me a contact number and I will." A small smirk played over her glossed lips, while he willingly recited his number to her. "And you're name?" Junior stopped for a second.

"Well it's Henry after my dad so everyone calls me Junior… People I like anyway." He added, Sayoko was used to guys being quick to give her their number, but none ever seemed like him, he didn't appear to just be doing it so he could get 'a quick one' sometime, like she knew most of the guys she had 'dated', if you could call it that, had. She smiled, her left hand entering in the letters quickly, the other reaching down to pick up the basket.

"Junior it is then." Her phone gave a beep, and her expression change to one of annoyance; she had just received a text message from her sister.

'Where are you? Have you got the nails yet? I do have a job to get to you know. Hurry up! XX BS' it read, she looked up to the junior.

"Sorry I have to go… I'll text you later." And with that she started to walk down the aisle, she paused when he called after her.

"Wait, what's your name?" She turned her head to look over her left shoulder, a playful smirk falling across her lips. "Sayoko… But you can call me Oko." With that she turned, smirking and walked out of sight towards the counter.

Junior was left, watching where Oko had walked; he smiled to himself, pulling the strap of his messenger bag up slightly over the martial of the dark blue unbuttoned shirt, showing the light blue t-shirt he wore under it.

"Okay, Oko... I'll be waiting." With that he turned and left the store, leaving the opposite way, what he didn't see was Sayoko's dark brown eyes following him and a soft smile forming on her lips.

Was it chance they had met or was it destiny, and if either one had known the trouble it would cause, would they still have started this. Probably yes.