Alright so here is my second FanFiction. This one was written by me. It was a class assignment and so I decided to use Shizuru and Natsuki as the characters in it...making it a Mai-Hime FF. Haha alright I hope you enjoy and review when your done.! :D
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mai-Hime..blah blah..Sunrise does
She stood there staring out into the darkening night. The rain was becoming heavier as she stood from her CEO office with large clear glass windows and was looking out onto the New York streets. She was one of the top ranking businesswomen of her time. At a mere age of twenty-nine she was considered 'the queen of business'.
She had the body of a vixen and she would use that to her advantage when dealing with stubborn businessmen. As she stood staring out into the night her tawny tresses flowed elegantly past her shoulders slightly. Her black business jacket stayed neat and crisp even on the latest of business nights. Her purple blouse flowed beautifully under her jacket giving her a powerful yet business like demeanor about her. Her brown eyes seems as though they had a crimson tint to them.
Some of the naïve businessmen to cross her path would be able to tell you just how cold her stare could get. Her lips were a warm red that would seem inviting to anyone that crossed her. Her breathing was at a steady pace and her chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm that was practically unnoticeable to the untrained eye. Her smile was that of a teasing one. She could play any man if she thought necessary.
Her chest was ample and many women would become jealous without even knowing who she was. Her skirt went down just above her knees and was a dark black. Her skirt hugged her hips just right.
She was standing completely still. All she could do was stare out into the city. She must have been doing this for at least thirty minuets.
At that moment her gaze shifted from the city buildings toward the street just below her window.
A leather-clad motorcyclist drove up and parked right beside the building. She watched as the biker got off of the bike. She wasn't one to know cars much but she could recognize that the bike was a Ducati. She knew exactly who it was.
She noticed how the leather biker suit clung to the rider. How to water slid down the back of the helmet. She watched the biker enter the building with anticipation growing deep inside of her. She released her arms from there position of being folded across her chest to at her sides. She was clenching her fists and anyone could see that she was starting to visibly shake.
She could hear the footsteps come closer to her office door. She knew exactly what was to come. The footsteps grew louder and louder. She hung her head in anticipation just waiting to hear that voice. There was a loud banging at the door. She muttered a barely audible, "Come in," But she knew that they could hear it.
As they opened the door she turn to see the leather-clad biker soaked in the day's rain. The biker's hand gripped the handle so tightly that you would think you could hear it creaking. She stared into the biker's intense green eyes and immediately she knew why they came. After a few moments of silence the biker walked up to her and pulled her toward her body and barely whispered four words.
"Come back to me"
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