A/N: Wahahahaha! So much positive feedback –blushes- you all are too kind. Anyways, posts will be pretty erratic, cause I don't really know where I'm going with this quite yet. Plus, I guess that's just the way plot bunnies are xD
AND LOL I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GIVING HISANA A REAL WORLD BOYFRIEND HAHA. –smirks evilly– now I know what I might make the plot… heh heh heh.
Oh right, and I took the liberty of giving Hisana a maiden name. Because… it's not mentioned in the anime or the manga, is it?
OMG Piano lesson tonight. I'm so dead asdjfkl;. My teacher is going to KILL me. Haha wish me luck
Violet Eyes
Chapter Two
Utaka Hisana was undeniably, indisputably, irrefutably late.
A string of curse words fluttered through her mind as she hopped around on one foot, trying to put her Chappy's House of Flour waitress uniform pants on.
The previous night had been her birthday; she was turning 25, and she and a couple of girlfriends had gone out to celebrate at a nearby club. Shiba Miyano, her closest friend ever since high school, had convinced to drink a real Bloody Mary for once instead of her typical virgins, and that had been the beginning of the end.
Dammit. I've never been able to hold my liquor well.
She ran to the bathroom while fastening the buttons on the pink dress shirt she wore everyday to work, cluttered trains of thought running around in her head, not to mention the pounding headache that was her first hangover.
Beeeepity beep beep!
Shit. My pager…
"Hello?"
"… Where. The. Hell. Are. You?!"
"I'm extremely sorry, sir. I'll be right over…"
"One more tardy like this, Hisana, and you're fired. Fired, you hear me? FIRED!"
"Yes sir. I understand sir."
-Click-
She sighed, running a comb haphazardly through her shoulder length hair before straightening the Chappy the Rabbit hat on her head. She didn't know why she put up with this kind of treatment, but she really needed the job so she could save up to go to grad school. Medical school was expensive, and ever since her parents had died, she had had no one to depend on. Working at Chappy's House of Flour had been her only resort…
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Her first order of the day had come from a wealthy looking gentleman. She had slipped on a half-hearted smile and asked for his order. Without looking up, he had asked for waffles and handed the unopened menu back to her. He must come here often, she mused as she went to place his order.
The other waiters and waitresses avoided her gaze as she entered the kitchen. Bubbles of annoyance began to swell up before she crushed them down harshly. It's alright, Hisana. People have been avoiding your eyes ever since you've been born. The only ones to have accepted her seemed to have been a group of girls from undergrad school; but even then, it had only been a short reprieve from the cold, unforgiving glares from uptight, conservative people. Whispers of "What's wrong with her eyes?" and "Who the hell does she think she is?" had been shot at her since grade school.
Loneliness was a sad, sad feeling.
Balancing three trays in her arms, she dropped off the first two orders before stopping next to her first order's table.
"Your waffles, sir!" she said, lowering the plate of slightly steaming food onto the table.
He mumbled a thank you before looking up and locking gazes with her.
"Hi.. Hisana…?" her given name coming out of those perfect lips in a deep, breathy voice had made her knees weak. Her head, trained after so many years of ridicule, had automatically snapped down a split second after he looked into her eyes.
"Yup, that's my name, sir." She closed her eyes briefly, a red blush suffusing over her cheeks. The silence stretched a bit longer, but before it could turn too awkward the graceful man spoke again.
"Why are you looking down, Hisana?"
Her brain gave a wild, random shout of No honorifics! before supplying her with a more natural response. Gulping, she looked up and whispered, "People don't like my eyes, sir… they think they're abnormal." Sighing again inwardly, she prepared to take the orders of the next table down. Taking out her small notepad, she spoke uncomfortably, saying "Well sir, enjoy your waffles…"
She was entirely unprepared for his large hand to descend upon her thin wrist. The small pressure caused her to turn around, and again, he was looking down into her eyes. And then he said something that she had never, not even in her wildest daydreams, thought anyone would ever say to her…
"Just so you know, Hisana… I think they're beautiful."
She could not speak. She almost could not move, until she remembered that she had work to do; dawdling here was not an option. Her body, as if in slow motion, whirled around and carried her back into the employees' storage room. There, shaking, she lowered herself slowly onto the floor, chin on her knees and arms wrapped around her legs. How could he, someone so obviously rich and above her, have said something like that to her?
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Byakuya, after briefly talking with Rukia and Ichigo and coming up with no plans about their particular… situation yet, took the bus back home to his temporary real world apartment. As he was going up the elevator to the penthouse of the Marriott, he scratched absent-mindedly at his head; he was still getting used to not wearing the kenseikan everywhere. (1)
He unlocked the door and stepped into the large living room of his apartment. On the coffee table there was a letter in an envelope that said Kuchiki-san in Urahara's flowing script.
How did he get in here?
Curious, he opened the envelope and peered inside, before taking the note out and smoothing its edges.
Apt. # 29-501 Tomson Gardens, Alley 18, Karakura, Japan
You know whose address it is. Contact her.
Urahara
Byakuya slowly sank back into the soft couch behind him. How did he know? Damn… that bastard. He rubbed tiredly at his temples before trudging into his bedroom; he didn't feel like eating lunch anymore. There would be time for that later.
His last thought before he fell asleep was Hisana…
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DUDE. He looks like a total hottie with his hair down hehehehe.
A/N: Wheeeee. I felt like this chapter was really awkward, but oh well xD.
So any suggestions? Questions? Comments? Requests? R&R, people :D