HI! Sorry I took so long, but I wasn't all that happy with this chapter. And I'm still not. I think it kind of… sucks. But considering I cant make it any other way, I'll have to move on. For you that want to know about my crossover, I've already finished the next chapter and I'm now waiting for my pre-reader to run it over.
This is pretty much an Aoshi and Misao chapter, but it's just their first metting.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. * I'm gonna cry *
A stitch at a time
Aoshi was grateful he ended up choosing laws as his job, or else he might have thought that killing that defense lawyer as a favor to mankind instead for a crime. He had spent three and a half hours of his life listening to that bastard talk and say nothing. He had already left the building where the office was and was entering a tall glass and steel one, where his tailor was established. He crossed the entrance and headed for the elevators, where he called one and waited. While he was looking at the decreasing numbers of the elevator lit up, a young woman walked to his side and waited too. Aoshi couldn't help but look at her. Her black hair was in a complicated hairdo, with half of it in a bun and the other half in small, thin braids. She had a pair of sunglasses, with blue lens, hanging at the tip of her nose. She also had sky blue eyes with dots of darker blue. She wore a purple shirt, with a pointy cleavage and no sleeves, large jeans shorts that went until after her knees, and blue snickers. She was kind of a strange character to be in a rigid building like that one. Somehow she found out that he was looking at her through his bangs and smiled at him. He was considering smirking at her, when the elevator opened and she walked in. After he entered, he was going to press the 10th floor, but apparently she was going there too.
Both of them looked at the steel doors of the elevator, until they heard the 'ping' sound and they opened. They were greeted by two white walls that lead them to two glass doors. The woman walked out of the elevator and headed for the shop. His eyes caught notice of the sway of her hips in her hip-tight shorts and only came back to real life when the doors were going to close on him.
He walked inside the shop in a complete trance. He wasn't used to be so entranced by a woman's body, so why had his attention been caught by such a strange one? He looked around but didn't found her anywhere, just his tailor walking in his direction.
"Shinomori-san! How good it is to see you again!" The old man said, while a large smile to his face, larger than usual actually.
"You look happy today, Okina-san." Aoshi calmly answered. He was taken to a private room, where usually Okina and his some of his employees showed him their new stuff.
"Well, I have reason to be. My only living relative, my sweet granddaughter has come back from a two and a half years stay in Italy." The old man said, while showing him a dark blue suit. "She actually arrived some time before you and now she must be around here somewhere."
"Ah, yes." Aoshi tried to remember the girl's face again. Well, not remember considering she hadn't disappeared from his mind yet. For such a short contact, Aoshi was truly shaken by the woman. He sat on a soft coach and looked at his tailor.
"I'll be having a dinner party with my associates in some time and I needed something to wear. For me I'd wear a simple thing, but I've learned that business people pay much attention to those things."
"Well, Shinomori-san, if you're rich, as you are, if you have a nice body to attract the ladies, as I've been told by my female staff you have, you have to use suits that help you."
Aoshi couldn't help but smile at that. Okina sometimes was a real pervert! He couldn't count the time he had heard the old man hitting on his female clients. Lucky for him most of them thought he was kidding. Okina ran around the room and then walked out to talk to someone. He returned after a minute or two.
"Sorry for leaving you, young man, but I have this new suit for a dinner like you described, that will fix you great. Someone will bring it right away. Now, would you like to see something else?"
They were inside a large room, with tons of clothing, so they ran around looking for this and that. Mixed with the formal clothes Okina usually showed him, were some of more comfortable look to them. One of the pieces that caught his attention was a long, gray trench coat. Aoshi had always had a thing for trench coats and he had millions or them. While his tailor went on walking and talking, Aoshi stopped to grab the piece that had made his taste. With the coat in his hand, Aoshi easily caught up with Okina and they continued looking at the new shipment the shop had. Actually most of it was the kind of clothes he wore to his office on a Friday or on his weekends, not too formal but serious and not too glamorous. On the other hand, some clothes were really wacky. Most of them were woman's clothes, but they were really out of what Aoshi thought were Nenji's kind of clothes.
"I never seen clothes like these here." Aoshi commented.
"Well, that trench coat you have there is from the same designer of these here." Answered Okina, picking up a blood red top. "It's not our sort of clothes, but I found out that opening our horizons to new thing isn't bad for business. Actually it's quite opposite. You should see the pack of chickens we got here yesterday, wanting to buy clothes for this party they had. I head a migraine the size of the Pacific when they were gone, but a couple of yens richer." The old man started laughing and only stopped when they heard a door open. Both of them walked back to meet with the person who would bring the suit for Aoshi.
Misao was getting more and more exited to be working at Nenji's. That trip in the elevator had everything to do with it. When she had figured that that hunk was going to her gramps' shop, she couldn't help but run into Omasu and ask her who he was. He looked all business like and had that sort of cool attitude towards the world, but when Misao had looked up to see a pair of pale blue eyes staring at her she couldn't help but smile at him.
Omasu had had one look at him and then had smiled at her.
"Oh, Misao-chan has a crush on Shinomori-san." She had sung, while Shiro was passing with a client.
"Shut up, Omasu! I do not have a crush on him. I don't even know him! I just wanted to know his name, for Christ sake."
Then she had hid away when he had looked around, trying to hide her very red face. So she thought he was cute? No need to overreact! Her gramps had taken him away and Misao was left thinking about him and arranging the clothes. For a twenty-two year old she still had some reactions that were proper of a school girl. While Misao was berating herself, Omasu came to her with a suit in her hand.
"Misao-chan, I have this really annoying customer that doesn't get off my back, and Okina asked me to get him this suit. Would you be so nice as to take it to him?"
Misao knew there was something fishy about that, but her little girl inside couldn't help but jump at the thought of seeing Shinomori-san again. So, she picked the suit and headed for the private room. When she entered no one was around, but after a while she heard steps coming closer. Misao found herself looking at her clothes and staring at the mirror closer to her to see if she was alright. She couldn't believe she was acting like this over a man she didn't even knew. Her grandfather walked to her and behind him came him. The man of her dreams, she thought. He had a piece of clothing in his hand, but he looked like he wasn't from this world. She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes and couldn't help but blush. He looked so gorgeous.
What is wrong with you, Misao? He's just a guy, don't need to get all red here! God, it's hot in here or what?
"Mi-chan! Shinomori-san, this is my lovely granddaughter, Misao." Shinomori nodded to her and looked at her a bit, before saying:
"Yes, we've shared an elevator." He said, with a calm and low voice, that matched perfectly his look. Misao helped her grandfather take the suit's jacket off the rack and Aoshi tried it on. His large chest and his nicely shaped shoulders were placed in all their glory with the tight coat. He didn't seem all that comfortable, even though the coat fitted him perfectly.
"Do you find it very tight, Shinomori-san?" She asked, with a shaky voice. He seemed surprised by the fact that she could talk, because he looked at her and only answered after a while.
"No, I just don't like suits very much. I feel trapped." Misao nodded and helped her grandfather with the pins. She could easily understand why he felt trapped: he had big chest and arm's muscles. The suit looked great on him, but he mustn't like them at all.
He looks more like a free spirit, than a rigid business man.
She had to stop that thought, considering she knew nothing about the guy. Okina finished marking the coat and Aoshi quickly made his leave. Misao could only stare at his back as he walked out of the shop. But, just as he opened the glass door, she saw him look over his shoulder at her. Their eyes looked at each other and strangely each felt connected with the other. His eyes, cold and unfeeling, got softer and hers got a fire it was missing for a long time.
Well, here it is! Hope you review it for me, because this chapter got me really insecure. 'Til next time!
JA!
MaRiAnA
