Staring into her eyes, you can't help but realize that at this moment, you are complete, and every moment before this, before this spontaneous meeting with this stranger, was completely dull and partial. Your life had suddenly gained a rhythm and meaning to it that it had never had before. Your life had gained the piece you had not realized was missing.
In a silly kind of way, your meeting was fate, but in another... it was not chance. You and this person in front of you had met online, many months before. Her blue eyes stared directly into your own, before she spoke up, breaking you from your reverie.
"Hello. I'm Satsuki. I believe you are Ryuko Matoi, correct?"
Nodding, your eyes slowly take a brief minute to glance at her features, before handing her a small paper bag, your present to her for arranging your meeting.
Inside of it is a soft blue scarf, which you can tell she appreciates, just by glancing into her icy blue eyes.
She smiles politely at you, before wrapping it around her neck, and gesturing for the both of you to head inside the café you are standing outside of.
You both order your drinks, and sit down at a nearby table, beginning to talk about your own personal hobbies. "I enjoy lots of different types of sports. I picked a bit of martial arts, but..." Scratching your cheeks lightly out of embarrassment, you continue. "Most of the fighting experience I have is from on the street."
"Oh?" The woman across from you asked, amusement in her voice even as she leans her head on her hand, elbow resting on the table in front of you. She scoots closer, before saying, "I myself only have regulated fighting experience. Perhaps we could teach each other a thing or two, in the more physical department?" A shiver slowly made its way up your spine, Satsuki's husky voice the cause to your reaction.
After living with your roommate, who was not so polite when speaking of innuendos with you, your experience with them has become significantly better. She had taught you the normal ways of society, for the most part. Upon realizing your social ineptitude, your adoptive sister had began a crash course in social etiquette that started in your freshman year of college and that had ended only the year prior to now. Granted, you were two years out of college now, and your friend had decided to start setting you up on blind dates.
Upon taking up the mantle yourself, you had encountered Satsuki, who was nothing less than you had expected. Her smile in itself was dazzling, and when she had whipped her hair behind her back for the first time, you could not help but stare.
You look back at Satsuki, as you both had left the café in agreement to go to a place for dinner. Quietly, you snuck a glance at the woman walking beside you, your own wear causing you slight annoyance now, seeing as how your date had dressed so formally. She wore heels as you clattered on in your one pair of shoes (your white tennis shoes), which had begun to get increasingly muddy the longer you seemed to wear them.
Talking to Satsuki Kiryuin was as easy as breathing for you. It was almost like you had come upon the one person who understood you completely, and not only did not pity you for it, but didn't want you to pity her.
Her eyes blazed brightly as you walked into the restaurant of her choosing, looking around at the diner, the color patterns slowly making you sick. "It doesn't have the best aesthetics," She said, seeing your disgruntled expression. "But it has wonderful food."
You look back up at her, silently watching as she orders your server to find her a seat almost immediately. You both sit down in opposite sides of the booth, talking more now about your childhoods than you were before. You don't dwell on the unwelcome aspects of your childhood, just telling tall tales of how you managed to beat up some red-head because he'd been throwing his money around, trying to use it to beat up on kids who made fun of his weird hair.
You and Satsuki laughed a great deal, quieting down some as your drinks and food arrives. You look at her choice in food curiously, but make no comment, choosing to instead focus on your burger and your beer.
"So tell me, Matoi-san. You say you repair cars and the like- do you own your own business or do you work under someone?"
You wave a hand at her formalities, taking a sip of your drink before saying, "Please, no need for the honorifics. I'm fine with just about anything. To answer your question, I own my own shop, but it's pretty small right now. I had just to enough money to get it started, you know? It's pretty sweet though, all things considered. I'm the only one working there now, but as it gets bigger I'll be able to afford the payroll of some employees and get some help around the place. What about you? You do anything special?"
"I am a lawyer." Before she could say more, you cut her off.
"Oooh! Do you get to do anything exciting, like murder cases?"
She shakes her head. "No, I just do-"
"Aw, that sucks." You say, sighing and leaning back into your chair. "And here I though you'd have some super crazy cases."
"I'm still relatively new to the business, Matoi." Satsuki says, her eyes glowing with an icy kind of fire. "I deal with more personal cases, at the moment."
"What, murder isn't personal? Try telling that to the person who gets killed."
The woman before you snorts, obviously intent on changing the subject of something that you could ridicule her for. "So tell me, Ryuko, why did you insist on waiting so long for us to meet?"
"I had to make sure ya weren't a murderer, of course!"
"Oh? Well, since I'm a lawyer, I could defend myself, correct?" Satsuki asked, clearly amused at how easily you are swayed off topic.
"No, 'course not!" You say, not permitting her a chance to sway you any other way. "You only do small cases! You don't have any experience so you'd lose immediately."
"Oh?"
"Yep." You pop out the sound of the word, your banter easily showing how comfortable you are with each other.
You notice her food once more, a glass of water in her hand even as she delicately puts a bite of her salad into her mouth.
She notices your staring, and smiles knowingly, as if she instinctively knows just what you see when you look at her, and she knows just how much you are attracted to her.
She finishes the last bit of her food and patiently continues talking about herself as you finish your drink.
As you pay the bill, and then both step outside, a small flurry of snow begins to fall. You laugh at her as a snowflake lands on her nose and she rubs it away roughly, smiling at your antics even as she herself doesn't seem to enjoy the weather as much as you do.
"Something you don't like about snow, Kiryuin?" You tease, her face warming up as you not-so-slyly wrap an arm around her shoulder.
"It isn't as though I don't like it; merely that it brings a lot of nostalgia to my mind, of many things that I would rather forget."
You nod knowingly, as the snow reminds you of sad things as well, but still, you smile, explaining that the snow is merely weather, and that she can enjoy it with you without thinking about things that have long since past.
She smiles at you as you walk her to her door, and as you stand on her porch, you have one surprise left for her.
She turns to unlock the door, and back to you to wish you goodnight.
Gently, ever so gently, you grab her face in your hands, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to her lips.
It ends quickly, and you take a step back to gauge her reaction. She seems surprised, but pleased, and you softly wish her a goodnight, as well.
You walk down her driveway, turning back once to spot her standing there, staring at you as you walk away in the driving darkness and sudden snow. You smile at her, and she reciprocates, then turns to enter her house.
Pressing your hand softly to your lips, you recall the way hers felt and how amazing it was to realize that you were actually kissing her.
You grin unknowingly, happy that for once in your life you realize that you know how this should and would go.
A/N Done. I've been working on this one for a while. Hope you enjoyed it.