She was Megumi, He was Yahiro.
This has nothing to do with the current S.A. story btw peoples, just using the characters ^^,
Chapter 2: Lost in the Rain
Yahiro
He was Yahiro. Yahiro Saiga to be exact. And Yahiro Saiga does not do what he is doing now. Yahiro couldn't believe what he was doing. Talk about stupid and well... unlike him. The two club members continued to stare at him like idiots, their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open, and then they regained their postures. Anyone could tell that that they worked at the local strip clubs, but this stupid girl, just look at their uniforms, they sticks out like sore thumbs. He knew he was handsome, rich so well known that even kids knew his name. Yahiro also knew he could be somewhere else other than here, acting like a fool in front of these people who he knew wasn't worth his time.
"You heard me, stop what you are doing" Yahiro commanded wanting nothing more, than to run away and cry in the corner, but of course that would truly be a more frightening and a more embarrassing course of action, than this one. Talking about embarrassing, the situation at hand was a critical one- because he didn't have any reasons for doing it and he couldn't think of his next move. This was like walking into a war, dancing around, between the gun fires and doing cart-wheelies. Questions continue to cloud his already confused head, in fact running off and getting himself shot wasn't such a bad idea at this point.
The stupid girl looked at him with her big brown eyes and blinked confusion danced in her chocolate eyes. He could still keep his dignity and walk away, like now! But here he was pointing his stupid fingers at them, NOT moving. Didn't your mother ever teach you that pointing is rude? No she didn't and Yahiro couldn't care less about the etiquette lessons he should have had with his mother at this point.
"Eh, what are you, her boyfriend?" asked one of the ugly brutes sneering at him, which took him out of his thoughts. Yahiro examined him and the smaller man, and he guessed that he could take them both on and out. But that question caught him off guard. Why would he think that I was that idiot's boyfriend? Well duh someone doing this for a girl must be regarded as their boyfriend. Yahiro snorted and looked at them with a deadly glare.
"It doesn't matter to you whether I'm in relations to this girl or not" Yahiro stated and crossed his arms before his chest. Well it did look more intimidating and sexy if he did say so himself, he didn't win bachelor of the year for nothing. He was sure the two men were going to turn gay for him, with the stares they were giving him. Yahiro briefly shifted his eyes to look at the girl and to his secret disappointment she was doodling on her notepad.
The smaller of the men narrowed his eyes as soon as he snapped out of the brief attraction and his expression changed to a nervous one. "Sir I think I've seen this man before"
Like hell he should. He was Yahiro Saiga, EVERYONE knew who he was. The larger man also narrowed his eyes at Yahiro and thoroughly examined him, then widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Yahiro Saiga? Next heir to the Saiga Corporation?" quivered the larger man, which was a very scary sight, "who won the bachelor of the year award, in three years in a row, who cause the bankruptcies of several small businesses, who family members consists of the famous...Blah Blah Blah"
About time. At this point he could've written a bibliography about him "So you've heard of me?" smirked Yahiro and interrupting the man's speech "then you'd better do what I say and release her"
The two men threw her towards the surprised Yahiro and ran off as quick as their legs could carry them. It took them long enough. Yahiro didn't think they'd actually throw the young girl, at him so he was thrown off balanced and fell. He groaned as he felt on the concrete pathway and when the girl fell on top of him. She winced and was sprawled out on his legs. Yahiro pulled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. He grunted, so he was late to the meeting. He skipping one meeting couldn't be the end of the world, or could it? He looked up to see the stupid girl brushing of the dirt of her dress which he noted was a green colour with flowers on it. Yahiro definitely didn't want to admit to himself that the colour suited her.
"Well aren't you going to thank me?" he asked as he also lifted himself off the ground.
The stupid girl raised her head and tilted it to one side and held up her notepad. *for what?*
Honestly, he has never met anyone so stupid, like this girl in front of him. Yahiro was sure there were others even dumber than her but he never socialised with them. He ignored the fact that the brown haired girl looked somewhat adorable and innocent tilting her head from side to side like a lost puppy.
"For rescuing you of course!" duh! Which he wanted to add in.
Yahiro stared at the girl as she quickly scribbled on her notepad and frowned. He looked at her as she scribbled out letters and words and rewrite words in her messy scrawl. She truly was the weirdest girl, he's ever met. She finally held up her notepad, which had many scribbles and words over the place that the young male had to stare at the piece of writing long and hard before it made enough sense to understand.
*Well if you hadn't scared the two guys off, I would have gotten a job by now, so why do I need to thank you for?*
Honestly, why did he even bother saving this incredibly stupid girl for? Talk about ungrateful, and because of this he was late for his meeting. Just because she piped his interest doesn't mean he had to get involved with her affairs. Perhaps she could let him borrow the notepad to hit himself.
Yahiro huffed and sighed with exhaustion and looked at the girl, her large brown eyes looking back at him. She looked completely clueless, and he sighed again.
Megumi
Megumi didn't know what was going on. The handsome lavender haired boy in front of her was sighing an awful lot. After the stares he had given her, she also began to think there was something seriously wrong with her. Megumi looked up and began to try and remember what had happened so far in this very confusing day.
Megumi chanced a quick glance at him and blushed as he looked at her with regard in his eyes. He was probably thinking whether he should walk away or not. Megumi looked down again, and began thinking, she could feel the gears in her brain turning as she thought of the scenario playing in front of her. Well he did say he helped me. This confused Megumi especially and she tried to think even more. Well if he did say he helped her she would believe him, after all he had no reasons to lie to her. The young brown haired girl quickly scribbled words of apologies and thanks on to her note pad and held it up to the young man.
It seemed her words had baffled the young man and he looked up embarrassed. Megumi thought that his actions were... so cute. But he hardly looked the type to be called cute though. A small cough brought Megumi out of her dream world and he looked questioningly at her again, most likely questioning her sanity like most people in this town has done previously. She only stared at his (grudgingly admitted) beautiful face.
"So, what you've fallen for me already?" asked the young man besides her.
Megumi's mouth fell open. This arrogant snot faced... urg... brat! She couldn't find a way to respond to this outrageous comment. It was so... out of the blues, so random and so egotistic. Megumi just stared at him like he was some sort of alien who came to take her to planet mars. Argh! This guy had the face of an angel, but he sure is one brat!
The young man laughed and looked at her. "Your face was priceless"
Megumi blushed and covered her face with her notepad. He laughed some more at her amusing antics. His laugh was so beautiful, like chimes in the wind. Megumi's eyes soften and sighed, he must not laugh very often she hypothesised. Behind her notepad, away from he's eyes, Megumi allowed a small smile of her own.
Normal P.O.V
Yahiro was finished with his laughter, and was in a better mood. The girl still held the notepad in front of her face. Yahiro pulled the blue covered notepad away from her. Her eyes snapped opened and glared at him. Her expression demanding that he give it back. Yahiro smirked and he's eyes teasing.
"Well if you want it back, you'll have to speak for me, its weird communicating by writing" he bluntly stated, waving the notepad in the air. Megumi clenched her fists and growled at the obnoxious man in front of her. Her expression demanding that he gives it back. "Not until you speak to me"
The young man stood on the same spot, with a smirk plastered on his face and waving the blue notepad around. No matter how much she jumped, she just couldn't reach the notepad. Only then Megumi realised, reluctantly, and could not deny the fact any longer: she was short. That notebook was a present from her dead grandmother and it has so many memories of herself and her friends. She clenched her fist and breathed in. It has been quite some time since she used her voice, for talking. Megumi looked up at Yahiro with determination and opened her mouth. This obnoxious brat!
"I-I don't speak because I don't want to damage my throat" she croaked
Yahiro looked down at her with an unreadable expression.
Megumi continued to stare at the brick wall behind them. She laughed a little. "I don't know why I bother, my voice sounds terrible when I sing" Her large eyes were downcast as she recalled her useless attempts to sing.
"Stop speaking" Megumi quickly looked up and frowned. He's purple bangs cover his eyes and she could see his expression. This mean brat and I talked for him. Rage swirled around her and she growled. Before she could yell at him for being such a jerk, a blue flash caught her eye. Ah the notebook! In a speed faster than light Megumi reached for the notepad and grabbed it from the surprised Yahiro.
"What are you doing?" Yahiro yelled as he clumsily stumbled around. A Blue flash caught he's eye and grabbed the objected unintentionally and he fell backwards. Megumi followed and fell on Yahiro.
She winced and opened her eyes...
...Only to meet with a pair of beautiful mauve-brown eyes. He's eyes widened in surprised, then narrowed into annoyance, soon held signs of mischief. Megumi gulped as he was too close for comfort, and he seemed to be scheming something.
"I can think of many advantages in this position" he smirked
Megumi opened her mouth in surprise and blushed. Her face suddenly became hot as she continued to stare at the handsome young man below her. HE gave her a grin and Megumi frowned in anger. She abruptly grabbed the notebook from his hands and gave him a hard whack.
It was his turn to wince in pain and he shot her a dark glare. Megumi lifted herself up, and her face showed that his glare hadn't unnerved her in the slightest. She then smiled her award winning smile and offered a hand to the young man below her, and he accepted with a slight hesitation. A realisation suddenly dawned on Megumi, and in horror she remembered that she didn't tell him her name yet and he has yet to tell his. She abruptly bowed her head to the young man and a word of apology escaped her lips.
His expression was a slight frown. This girl in front of him was simply too hard to figure out. First she was violent, then sweet and innocent, then stupid and clueless. Was there no end to this puzzle?
"What now?" he asked, annoyance hinted in his voice. He felt no frustration to the apology, but his lack of understanding of the girl in front of him.
Megumi looked at Yahiro with her large brown eyes and beamed. "Nice to meet you, I'm Megumi Yamamoto" She held out her hand to the lavender haired man in front of her. Yahiro realised that she apologised about the fact that she hadn't introduced herself yet. He smirked and rejected her friendly handshake, with pretend callous.
"I'm hurt that you didn't do it earlier!" he exclaimed "I saved you from the greedy clutches of the strip club gangs, get continuingly abused by you and you couldn't even tell me your name?"
Megumi widened her eyes and immediately felt ashamed with herself. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed forgetting to write on her notepad, ever since she found her voice again. His mood darkened considerably.
"Didn't I tell you not to talk?"
Megumi tilted her head in confusion. Didn't he like her voice? Maybe it was so hideous that he didn't want to hear it? She slightly allowed her head to tilt down dejectedly. Yahiro saw the change in her and mused silently to himself. This girl was sure a strange one.
"You know, you said you didn't want to risk hurting your throat and all" he mumbled quietly, embarrassment written clearly on his face. Megumi snapped her face up to look at him. He's such a brat... yet...
Megumi looked at him, with dazed eyes and admiration in her looped-sided smile. Looked was an understatement, it was more like a stare. Clearly uncomfortable with her staring Yahiro coughed and looked the other way. She blushed and shook her head to clear herself of thought and then began to furiously scribble onto her notepad.
*Thank you!*
Yahiro glanced at the note and allowed a brief smile of his own and Megumi's eyes softened at his tiny smile. Yahiro's pocket suddenly lit up and a loud beep broke the moment shared with the two new acquaintances. He frowned and took out his phone and his eyes scanned the screen. Yahiro's eyes widened and place his phone in his pocket and briskly began to walk off. Megumi looked as he retreated and yelled at the handsome lavender haired man. "Hey you didn't tell me your name yet!"
Yahiro merely lifted up a hand and waved his goodbye, and Megumi looked at him with misery as the man disappeared from her life, maybe forever. She lifted her hand up with a half-hearted wave and meekly walked the other way.
It was dark and the clouds were gray and hang over the city. The building lights were on, but by now the shops were closed and the roads were empty. Yahiro quickly strolled to the elevator and stepped in. The meeting he was urgently called to was with one of their most important client, and therefore he was needed, to ensure the alliance between the two companies. The meeting was long and it seemed that the clock hands were moving slower than usual. Yahiro hung his head with fatigue and practically ran out of elevator, when the doors opened at his destination. His secretary gave him an extremely seductive smile and waved him goodbye. He glowered at her and made a note to himself that he would fire her the next morning. She was beginning to get on his nerves.
As he whizzed past the moving doors, Yahiro spied his black limo, which was waiting outside and the driver with an umbrella over him. The driver walked over to Yahiro and sheltered him with the umbrella until he was in the dry limo. They were soon off, and the lavender haired boy stared outside, and heavy rain pelted the windows, his thoughts wandered off to a certain brown eyed and wavy haired girl...
The limo passed the town, where Yahiro had met the girl- Megumi, as he had recently found out her name, and he stared outside, lost in thought. As he continued to stare outside the window, a figure caught his eye and he practically yelled at the driver to stop the limo, and he couldn't care less about the other cars behind him. The young man ran out of the car and found himself sprinting towards the figure of Megumi Yamamoto, drenched in the cold rain.
She was standing under a large oak tree in the middle of the town and looking absolutely miserable and lost. Her eyes had lost the usual spark of life that it usually held and her eyes were blank as she stared, and shoulders slumped, at nothing. Her clothes were thoroughly saturated with water and her hair messy and also dripping wet. Her shaking, dripping hands were clutching her notebook tight against her body as though it was her only source of comfort. Yahiro's stared at the girl for a brief moment, absorbing her misery as he was running and when he finally caught up to her he took off his jacket and draped it over her. She snapped out of her trance and looked up at Yahiro; her eyes had a little life back in them. Yahiro began to drag the poor girl to his car, but when she was moving too slowly and unsuccessfully, he picked her up and sprinted back to the limo. Yahiro literally threw her in the seat and then hopped in himself and commanded the driver to take them to his apartment. He frowned disapprovingly at the girl beside him.
"What were you thinking, what is wrong with you women?" he asked venomously and with obvious displeasure at her actions "You want to catch pneumonia? is that it?"
Megumi distant eyes stared at the car seat, and she sat unmoving as if she didn't hear him. She finally turned around and gave him a half-hearted smile. "You never did tell me your name"
Yahiro was lost for words as she was mindlessly unconcerned for her own wellbeing. Is that all she wanted? To know his name. She truly was the most stupid girl his ever met, but even so, she had piped his interest and emotions in so many ways, in that one day, so he answered her question, regardless at the anger he held for her stupidity.
"I'm Yahiro, Yahiro Saiga" he whispered softly and Megumi beamed at him, before closing her eyes and unknowingly resting her head against his shoulders, Yahiro tensed at the sudden contact. She began to hum softly and then relaxed. Her even breathing and ceased humming indicated that she was asleep and so he relaxed and began to speculate on what he was going to do next... This truly was something Yahiro Saiga did not do, so who was he today?
Hehehehehe, did I mention I loveeeeeeee this couple :D honestly I think this is going too fast and I'm letting my imagination run a tad bit. Though Yahiro is not in love with Megumi, she's just caught his attention. : / Well till next time : )
