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"Yui...Earth calling," Miaka peered and frowned when Yui dazed off. It happened often enough since that day; that particular day that seemed like the major turning point of Yui's life.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Yui broke up with Tetsuya after learning that he was not interested in her emotionally. He was, undoubtedly, more interested in her physically and sexually. It was her body, her figure that lured him towards 'loving' her. She was foolish enough to believe a high testosterone man would be ideal for her but boy, was she wrong. Tetsuya was not just high testosterone; he was also a highly sexed man. She did not exactly fault him for his cheatings but she faulted him for breaking her heart when she let him into her heart. Well whatever, this was an old story which was, frankly, not worth discussing.
Anyhow, now that Yui was single again, she could have practically any bachelor; any available hot bachelor.
"Oh Miaka! What were you saying?" Yui smiled sheepishly after being caught off guard. Well, no point pretending. After all, they were so past that superficial level of friendship. If anything, that universe brought the girls closer than ever until a point of unimaginable closeness. Miaka was so close to Yui that Taka sometimes felt like the third wheeler even though it was his date with Miaka...
"I was asking if you wanted to come along with me for Taka's job interview. I mean as moral support...?" Miaka shrugged nonchalantly and her curly brown hair bobbed a little. She had grown a lot- from a naïve little girl into a loving woman. Well, her undying habit of eating continued to grow with her though and Yui was glad. If Miaka had evolved too much, the brunette would not be that fun to tease anymore.
"Sure I guess. I'm free on weekends remember? I don't have a prince charming to occupy my time with countless of lovely dates..." Yui grinned and Miaka groaned. Even though she was single, she ironically had the right to gloat. It was funny that she was unattached and teasing a fiancée about dates.
"19 November, Saturday. 9 am in front of the Clock Tower," Miaka said while Yui scribbled the important details down. "Taka's working for a computer company owned by a computer genius...at least that was what Taka was bragging about. I really hope you can make it!"
"Sure! You know I'll be there!" Yui bid her best friend farewell and safe trip home while she walked the opposite lane. Well, this was the lane she used to walk with Tetsuya when she thought they were a cosy tight couple. Before her and Tetsuya, this was the path she took with Miaka to get to school long time ago. Somehow, everything felt like a long time ago.
She graduated from Jonan High after she broke up with Tetsuya a few months ago. Before that, it was the epic war between Tenkou and Miaka and Taka. And even before that, it was her journey through the Universe of the Four Gods as the Priestess of Seiryu. Funny how all these happened in a short span of two to three years; give and take a few months.
Yui shook her head as she thought of her past two years. Admittedly, a lot had happened and Yui would like to think she had grown to be a tad more matured. Was it because she was fast to get over them like an adult? Or were the Gods planning something big for her? If it was the latter, she felt that she was undeserving of any surprise after she caused the chaos in that universe. She could only thank Seiryu for being too merciful and sparing her life. After all, her selfish disdain for the feelings of others caused many lives to be lost unnecessarily, theirs especially, and hence she felt she should not have been Seiryu's chosen priestess. Although Miaka kept insisting that she would always be a priestess since she was once a priestess; it was just wrong and unfair to them and the God of War. Why Seiryu even chose a self-centered girl as his priestess, Yui could only continue speculating.
She sighed heavily and stared at the vast sky. If only… A gentle pricking feeling drew her mind away from those self-pity thoughts to her tightly-locked fist. Opening it, she smiled ruefully at the twinkling blue ear ring. His memento. It was not just a simple ordinary ear ring. It was the ear ring...Only Seiryu knows how many times that souvenir gave her hope and light her darkness. It was the one thing that gave her reason to live when she thought she hit rock bottom since Tetsuya's horrible confession. It was also the thing that protected her during an indirect attack from Tenkou. His ear ring protected and acted as her light; as a symbol of promised haven and served as a link between her and him. "Nakago, arigatou..."
"Christina." A call slithered out of the room and a lady walked in with a deliberate sway of her hips. It was unmistakable that she wanted his attention; desired for his silent approval of her sexiness.
Her long silky black hair went down in waves and her voluptuous figure could have made almost every man wished his wife was as good. She was erotically beautiful and in a white low-cut dress that showcased a generous amount of a creamy skin...but despite everything the man opposite her was unfazed. Her boss. Her ideal, dream man was unfazed!
He was a handsome and hot bachelor. With long blond hair that shined like melted gold and blue piercing eyes that seemed to scorn at everything, the man exuded an aura of mystery and unquestioned dominance. He was in possession of a complete impressive set of eight packs but was not too bulky with muscles. It was the built of a predator, a lithe and dangerous tiger. Gareth was breathtakingly and erotically handsome male specimen!
"Sir?"
"Are you suggesting I drink cold tea?" He asked in that deep melodious voice of his that sent shivers of pleasure down her back. If his voice was able to bring out such reaction, what more about his touch and perhaps his bed skills? Oh, that shall be left to one's creative imagination.
"Certainly not," she replied as smoothly and politely as she could without swooning and gushing. However, like many ladies, she wanted so desperately wanted to add the affectionate term, 'honey'.
"I see. Have you the innate ability to cool everything?"
Confused with his words, his secretary stood dumbfounded. Her wits scattered. Was that his way of showering praises? She smiled sweetly at him, despite his composed look and smirk, "I believe so."
"Hmm, have Flinch send in and see yourself out." He turned his attention away and resumed to shifting his documents. Well, he had better things to do than entertained a witless woman anyway. She is attractive no doubt, but unfortunately too dumb (for him). Gareth sighed softly; beauty is only skin deep after all.
"Sir? I do not comprehend."
Glancing up he held her puzzling gaze with a cool one. No need to burst in anger over other's stupidity. After all, he had superb control over emotions. Nothing could possibly shake his control. "In very simple terms, you're fired. Bring Flinch in on your way out." He heard her angry humiliated gasp and angry mumble string of curses and finally a repetitive sound of clicks.
Ayuru does not care; he never did. He did not need pathetic mindless people to serve his company and definitely not as his secretary.
The door slammed and a few quiet seconds go by before the door opened again. No words passed except for an 'Oh!' by the guest and the door swung quiet again.
"Your tea."
"You have my gratitude."
"I heard you fired your beautiful secretary. You like to cause a stir don't you?"
"Words spread fast, I'm amazed. She is attractive but unfortunately lacking sorely in wit."
"So did you screw her senseless?"
He glance a sidelong look at his companion and controlled the twitch near his eye. Do not be rattled or irritated. Control yourself. Breathing in deeply, Gareth released the air softly through his nose. He would tighten the reins on his temper and handle his cousin very carefully. "I don't bed less-intelligent woman."
Flinch smirked; well, his boss is one tough nut to crack. "Ah, still very sophisticated despite insulting the poor woman. Would you screw her if she had enough wits to please you?"
"If she had, we wouldn't have time to screw each other senseless. A...discussion would have probably perked and pleases us better than sex ever can."
"And this is coming from a once-womanizer?"
"Do you suggest that I still have my unrivalled skills at womanizing?"
A feigned innocent question. Interesting. Flinch smirked wider at his boss' fake pretence. This was entertaining. "I truly think your ideal witty woman will never cross your path."
"Is that your attempt to curse me?"
Flinch nodded slowly but chose not to reply.
"Then I must say I'm utterly disappointed."
"She wouldn't be as accomplished as someone of your status should wed."
"Ah, and Ryo Flinch has been influenced by society. How pitiful!" The boss shook his head dramatically but his blue eyes twinkled with amusement. No doubt both handsome men were enjoying themselves. "As much as I'm supposed to wed an accomplished woman, I'd rather live with a witty woman. I do not pride in having academic or society intelligence."
"Always deep aren't you? I'm withdrawing for you're being too complicated to understand..." Ryo sighed as he got up, "Always wisdom and intelligence instead of society defined intelligence which is academic knowledge..."
A chuckle and Ryo rolled his eyes. They may be cousins who grew up together as playmates but they were so different on so many grounds yet astoundingly similar in some. For the love of Seiryu, why did they have to be connected by a blood (although heavily diluted)? This has got to be the mystery of the century!
"Come with me tomorrow, November 19. I've a meeting with a potential colleague."
"Time and place?"
"Clock Tower at nine. Come half an hour earlier for light breakfast."
"Sure; if it's on you."
Ayuru stared at his cousin perplexed; nodded and waved the black haired man away. When the door closed, he stretched his long legs, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the sun disappear behind the tall buildings. Indeed the sun was disappearing, the end of another day was just round the corner but somehow he felt his heart strings being pulled. Down there, on the pavement was a girl with long blond hair. Truth be told, he was not a fan of blondes and neither was he a fan of girls. He was only interested in ladies who are matured and graceful but there was something about the ordinary, plain nobody-girl that made his heart squeeze. Had he seen her before? Or was this a premonition? Ayuru watched as she walked away seemingly unaware of his intense gaze, before he returned to his desk to pack up and leave the company. By Seiryu's grace, he shall never see her again. After all, what are the chances that two people will meet again in a city filled with almost 9 million people? What more if they are not even standing on the same social level?
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