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The First Impression

"Who are you?"

"I am me."

The redhead guy just stared upon the Armani black clothed male in front of him. He was taller than him and was wearing a glasses. The glasses though, made the stranger seemed even more intellectual and dangerous. The silver rim was accentuating the black tresses framing the sharp-edged face that appeared to be extraordinary for the redhead.

"What are you staring at?" Obviously the American knew that he was staring.

"Hn…nothing." The red head tried hard not to blush upon getting caught of staring. He looked away and kept his face scowled.

"You're attracted to me aren't you?" A question that was emphasized the smirk upon the stranger face took the red head to

"…whatever." A deeper scowl and frown then he just simply sighed and looked away.

With that, the redhead took off from his seat and walked to the exit of the sparse club. The black haired male just sat there and watched every move of the red head. He let his gaze lingered upon the younger male. He was obviously a male beneath all the make-up and those sexy red dress. He wore a thigh long red dress that was opened on the back showed every inch of the red head smooth back. The clothes draped like Greek style collar and was low on his back while the front drapes were also low too, showing those creamy white skin and the graceful neck. The red head was almost feminine in such way but still radiating the masculinity of a man. He wore a pair of black stocking and matching red calf-high boots. The way he sat on the stool had exposed the creamy thigh that begged to be touched and caressed. The way he slipped put from the booth and walked toward the door were all fascinated the Armani-suited man.

He's just simply intoxicating.

After that he put the money on the table and walked off, thinking of meeting a certain cross dressed red head male.

Heavy rain was pouring outside as the American walked out from the club. He did not step out immediately. He looked across the road and found no one was sane enough to be out in this type of weather. He sighed at his loss of a certain red head but he just braced himself and walked over his Porsche that was parked just near the exit. He quickly opened the door and got in. He did shake his hair a little to remove those water droplets from his hair and was drying his Armani suit by his handkerchief. He started the engine and began to drive off.

It was obvious that no one and certainly that person will not be out in this kind of weather, but didn't he just go out? Perhaps….

As if the god above heard his prayer, he noticed a strikingly red head figure dressed in red stood under the lamp post and was soaked in rain. The dress was plastered into his body, emphasizing those sexy curve of his body like a second skin while his red tresses was stuck to his head too. He seemed to stand in calm, letting the rain pour down on him, enjoying every droplets that showered down upon him.

The American pulled off in front of the lamp post and lowered down the window.

"Care for a ride, pretty lady?"

The red head only looked at the American and said nothing. He didn't even moved a step, indicating that he wanted to be left alone.

"Don't have that high pride on me, Lady."

The red head moved a little but not getting into the car neither was any closer to it.

"I'm not a lady and being you, you should've known it."

"So? What am I supposed to call you, my lady?"

"Stop that lady thing…"

Then silence stretched between them. The American still waited for an answer while the red head only wished that this particular stranger would then get bored and left him. But no such luck for him

Damn persistent! He muttered in his mind.

"…it's Aya…"

"Aya…" So beautiful, it really matches you though. "So Aya, would you like a ride?"

Aya was fascinated the way the stranger spoke out his name. His voice was velvety and the way he spoke out his name was just like a caress, a praise that was even too precious for god above. But as the question was repeated, his train of thought was disrupted.

Well this guy is just persistent. Aya then shrugged.

"It is pretty far from here…"

"It's okay, I suppose I have enough gasoline."

"…My clothes are wet."

"You can take it off if you really concern about my car seat then…"

Unexpecting for this kind of reply, Aya glared to the stranger that was still smirking and a faint blush crept on his cheek.

"I was joking though…no need to concern about the seat."

He did blush, didn't he? The American was amused when he saw the Aya's pale cheeks were tinted by pinkish blush.

Then reluctantly, Aya opened the door and gracefully got into the car. When he was in, he didn't even look to the stranger. He just sat there and waited. He could felt that he was trembling slightly. He had tried hard not to but he could not help it. Even he had forced himself down for not chattering his teeth and kept both hands to his side for not hugging himself to converse some heat.

The American actually noticed that Aya was shivering and was biting his lower lips to keep his lips upon chattering out of cold. He just sighed and slipped out his Armani suits and draped it over Aya's shoulders.

Aya was a bit shocked by this, he turned his head and looked to the stranger. There he was stupefied by those gorgeous obsidian orbs behind the thin lenses that gazed to his amethyst ones. But it only lasted for a minute then he turned away and was blushing too.

"…thank you…"

The stranger only smiled then he took in the gear and sped off.

After seemingly hours, the car stopped in front of a closed store.

"So you live here?"

"Yes…" Then Aya took off the suit and was handing it back to the black haired stranger. But the stranger was just merely smiling.

"You don't need to. Just keep it for you."

Aya said nothing so he just opened the door and got out.. Just before he closed the door, he stopped and without turning to his savior, he said

"Thank you…"

The stranger only smiled then he started his engine and took off, leaving Aya watched the black Porsche faded out to the darkness of the night and under the layers of pouring rain. He stood there and watched till the black metallic car rode off his sight

He walked to the store and unlocked the door. He walked upstairs without even bothering to switched on the lights. Once he got into his room, he stared the suit he had on his hands, he brought the gray-colored suit to his nose and inhaled the scent that was uniquely that stranger whom he did not know even his name. He just knew that he was stranger, a gaijin, his Japanese was a little accented. Then he sighed and put off the suit after he had folded it.

Days had passed like river flowed and things had been liked normal days. So were Aya's days which were filled by business in the flower shop where he was working along with his three friends.

Today the sunlight was not too hot, shining brightly but not too hot, thanks for the clouds. The flower shop where Aya worked was also like usual, filled by girls teenagers that were only drooling over and not bought anything. These girls were forcing Aya to lose his nerve though he had controlled it but still they manage him to shout out loud and when he did that all the crazy teen girls only drooled more and jumped around which only left Aya to sweat drop and sigh. Today was no exception too.

"Get out if you're not buying anything!!" He had lost his count how many times he had shouted this line and he was peeved now.

"Maa, maa aren't you a bit grumpy here ne Aya?" A blonde haired male latched his right arm over Aya's neck and smiled to him as if oblivious to Aya's irritation.

"Go away, Youji! Use your charm or something and take all those craze girls out of here!!" Aya shoved the tall blonde who was having his hair tied and was wearing a orange peach apron.

Youji only grinned "Well that will cost you a kiss you know?"

Aya glared at him and just muttered "Go away, you horny-freak!"

Youji was already to tease Aya even more if Ken didn't shout for his help.

"Youji!!! Get your ass back here or Omi and I will kick you ass!!!!"

"Tch! Kid these days, can't handle themselves." With that Youji walked away from Aya and just before the took up a pot, he sent a sly smirk to Aya and winked. "Means that I have to watch them."

"Hn. Perhaps it's you whom has to be watched!" After Youji walked out and left him alone in the counter, Aya concentrated back on the ledgers he had been working. Until he heard the chime on the door rang. He looked up and he just stared.

The man who just came into the store was the stranger from previous days.

"Hello, Aya!" He just said in the same voice and the same greeting he had heard when they were on the café. It was like a dejavu. He called Aya but of course at that time no 'Aya' but still the same voice that he had unconsciously missed.

They were merely looking at each other. Aya observed that the stranger was still in his Armani suit but different one from those he had worn in the destined night. Still the same black tresses, same sliver rimmed glasses and the same person. The stranger, in the other way was also observing his desire. Aya didn't wear a dress instead, he had a maroon turtleneck long sleeve shirt and a black apron. Behind the red bangs, he could see a tingle of earring he had on his left ear.

Outside where the other was working stopped and realized that the young man had not come out. Youji straightened and saw through the glass store and he just smirked seeing the scene played inside the store. Sensing Youji was staring into the store, Ken also put down the pot and looked inside.

"…What can I help you?" Aya asked in his controlled voice and was trying hard so that he didn't look or sound clumsy.

"…You actually, but sensing that your friends outside will be mad if I take you so better to have a bouquet of rose…"

Aya took a glance outside and as quick as flash, Youji, Ken and Omi who was watching the whole ordeal in interest went back to work or at least pretended to. Aya only frowned and swore that they would pay for that.

"…you look cute when you're frowning you know?" the stranger voice took him back to reality and he just heard what he said. Aya simply glared at him.

"That glare too…"

"Hn." Aya walked away from the counter and went to the roses section. "…what color?" Aya asked as he bent down to take few roses.

The stranger walked to Aya, bent down and whispered right to his ear. "Red…as red as your hair…"

Outside, Omi got his nosebleed and was busy on treating it while both ken and Youji unconsciously pestered to the glass and watched the whole ordeal with wide eyes.

Aya looked up and gazed to both wide green eyes and brown ones. Then he quickly turned around just to be caught on the waist by the stranger as he lost his balance. The stranger was smiling though Aya was peeved and was angry. He scowled and tried to shove the stranger.

"Would you kindly move back so that you can get your roses?" Aya glared to the stranger as the black haired man didn't get his message by his scowl or his glare.

"Well, to tell the truth I prefer to have you in my arms than those flowers. They're poor substitute of you." The taller male only tightened his arms around Aya and whispered this sentence to Aya's ear.

Aya only blushed but then he put all his might and shoved the stranger. "Get off of me!"

"Fine then." The stranger took a step back ward and let Aya to worked with the flower arrangement while he watched every deft movements that Aya made.

Not in a long time, with a practiced skill to arrange those red roses into a wonderful bouquet, Aya finished his arrangement by tying a red bow around the arrangement and handed it to the stranger. The stranger only smiled and took the handed bouquet.

"Thank you this is so lovely."

Aya said nothing. He just got up and walked to the counter. "That will be $2500 please." Aya stated dead-panned.

The stranger gave him the cash then when Aya was handing the change, he put a card onto Aya's palm.

"Keep the change and please meet there ne?" After saying this, the stranger walked out and offered his smile as he passed Aya's friends who were watching him.

Aya locked his gaze to the stranger and after the black haired man was outside, he took a look of the card. There a top-class named restaurant was written along with the time and most of it, he stared on the handwriting and the signature.

Love,

Brad Crawford

So he's Brad Crawford……….with that Aya looked outside and watched the same black Porsche glided away smoothly on the road and turned to the right corner as his hand still holding the piece of card which corner had a beautiful red rose printed.

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Well that's it, an AU fic of WK. Hahahahaha bored with RanxKen or YoujixRan? Well this fic as you know, CrawfordxRan hehehehe one of my favourite pairings of WK. Please review ne?

E-mail = silver_sephiroth@swirve.com

Continue or not continue (adapted from "…to be or not to be…" W.Shakespeare)