Disclaimer: Original Story by Akimine Kamijyo. I do not own them but I'd like to...
((Holds up piggy bank)) What can I get for a two quarters and a nickle?
Benitora: Everything!
Kadyn: You're so easy Tora-san: D
Edited: 7/16/14
Well On with the Story!
Sanada Residence 8:00 am
"YUYA-HAN!"
Yuya bolted upright in bed just in time to avoid being tackled by her overly excited 'brother'.
"Get OFF ME! Tora You Perv!" Yuya shoved him backwards off the bed.
"But Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuya! It's your Birthday!" Benitora whinned from the floor.
"Birthday or not, Stay OFF MY BED!"
"And how about out of her room," Sasuke called from the doorway, "or did you forget house rules?"
"Stay outta this you pip-squeak!" Benitora challenged sitting upright from the floor. "So Yuya, Did you decided where you wanted to go yet?"
Yuya rubbed her eyes still heavy with sleep, "Go?" she yawned.
"For your birthday dinner! You have to pick so that we can make reservations especially on a Sunday!"
"Oh, right that, look guys can't we just skip the whole dinner. I mean, Yukimura's really busy with work and..."
"And I'm taking the time off for this occasion, it's not everyday someone turns 16, it's reason to celebrate!Sixteen is a very special age." Yukimura smiled from the door he looked posed to throw streamers and confetti at any second with that goofy expression.
"That's Right! You're over halfway legal!" Tora supplied helpfully with a devilish grin.
"Halfway legal is still illegal you pervert, and stop grinning like that you look like a homicidal maniac."
"Now, Now Sasuke; no far using big words that he won't understand." Yukimura smiled, "Now, Tora get out of Yuya-San's room this instant she has to get dressed and go shopping with her friends this morning."
"For Lacey lingerie?"
"Pervert!"
"Brat!"
"Moron!"
Their voices faded down the hall as Yuya pulled herself out of bed to get dressed.
Two hours later she was at the mall shopping with her friends for her birthday gifts.
Yukimura had always insisted that while he had PERFECT taste in women's clothing that Yuya would enjoy shopping for her own things more then opening mountains and mountains of boxes every year.
"Oooooooo! Check out that skirt!"
"Skirt; Check out the hot guy at the table over there!"
"OMG, I think he looked at me!"
"No Way, How can you tell?"
"Well because I'm only the hottest thing to ever hit this mall!"
"Whatever, Yuya, Hey! Earth to Yuya? Hello?"
Yuya snapped her head around to look at her friends over her sushi bento, they'd stopped in the food court for an early re-fueling and she'd let her mind wander somewhere between sit down and chow-down, or in Okuni and Mahiro's case, sit down and babe watch.
"I'm sorry guys, what did you say about a guy?"
"Not just any guy! A totally hot one! He looked foreign! Blonde hair and I mean Real blonde hair not that fake die stuff!"
"Yeah and he was totally checking me out" Okuni sat up straighter pushing her chest higher in her already to low top.
"Whatever he was totally checking ME out,"
"Oh yeah well them maybe you should go talk to him, in fact I think that's a great idea you could save yourself a lot of heart ache and just give him my number." Okuni laughed at her own joke then stopped suddenly. "Wait never mind, I forgot my new years resolution: I'm only showing interest in guys who make the first move, or that are really really really rich!"
"The first move huh? Which would qualify as what exactly? Looking in your general direction?" Mahiro asked.
Okuni smiled around her straw, "Basically,"
"Alright Alright, I give in, where exactly was this super Blonde hottie?" Yuya figured she might as well head off this conversation now before it escaladed into a full on cat fight.
"Sitting right over there!"
"Where?" Yuya scanned the crowd.
"Wow that's weird he was just there!" Mahiro complained.
"Some ninja you are" Okuni scoffed. She just loved making fun of how into Kendo and Judo Mahiro had been since they were kids, as opposed to poise and makeup like she thought every girl should be obsessed with.
They got up from the table to throw away their trash, pausing briefly to sip up the last bit of their drinks.
Mahiro rolled her eyes, "whatever if your so foxy and clever how'd he get away from you?"
"He didn't infact he's probably headed to buy me something right now and then head over to my house,"
"Yeah, just like all those other boys who got your name and address off the bathroom wall written right next to 'For a Good Time Call...'
Uh oh time to intervene again.
"Okay! That's enough! Come one guys!" Yuya rolled her eyes at their expressions, "Girls," she ammended.
"And I mean it dont make me deck you both in public in front of all your adoring fans."
Mahiro and Okuni followed her off into the crowd all to eagar to began the shopping binge again.
"Just one more thing Yuya, when you mentioned my fans I KNOW you weren't being sarcastic...Right?"
Yuya was going to deck someone it was only a matter of time.
Around 6 o'clock they decided to take a break from shopping and see a movie, which was probably a good thing considering that between the three of them they'd filled the trunk AND backseat of the driver's car.
"I'm just saying you do you really need ten pink shirts? how are we going to fit into the car on the way back?"
"Come on guys focus! Pick a movie, it's not rocket science." Yuya regaurded her two companions for a moment "Then again..."
"Hey! ha ha, alright, I vote for action suspense the new Jet Lee movie, something with a lot of stuff that blows up!"
"No way we're seeing a romance!"
"Fine We'll go with the comedy, it's a romantic plotline about an ex-con who's trying to go straight and has to double cross three mob bosses and the Government to do it." Okuni looked doubtful.
"the main characters really hot."
"Oooooooo!" She clapped her hands together as both girls nodded.
Yuya had really no interest in seeing the movie but it was about the only way to get the two to compromise, once the movie started at least they'd quiet down a bit, Mahiro could never resist a well cordinated fight scene and the only thing that possibly drew Okuni's attention faster then a cosmetic's case was a hot well muscled and sweaty man without a shirt on.
After all who could resist a sweaty man without a shirt?
About an hour into the movie she excused herself to visit the ladies room blaming the x-large coke as the culprit.
But it was actually nice just to get out of the theater where she could hear something other then the deafening explosions and Okuni's Chanted "Oh, He's So Hot! Ooooooooo!"
Yuya studied her reflection in the mirror next to the fake flowers on the sink. She didn't feel any older, or different. Her eyes drifted to her t-shirt and khaki skirt, she sighed thinking of Okuni and Mahiro's far more developed looks. Looked like she wasn't going to be getting that wish this year either.
Not that she'd really expected too, she'd pretty much resigned herself to being skinny and curveless for the rest of her natural life.
Maybe she could ask for implants for her next birthday, She frowned at her reflection, then again it was hard enough keeping Tora out of the bathroom now as it was. With a fresh pair of fake boobs behind the door he'd really become a peeping tom.
Aside from the lacking curves she wasn't unattractive, long blonde hair and blue eyes a pointed but tiny nose, semi-full lips-she wasn't the type that most guys went ga-ga for in magazines but she regaurded herself as pretty, if albeit tomboy-ish.
Her mind drifted briefly to the hot blonde guy that Okuni and Mahiro had gushed about all durring brunch and most of the shopping trip. Not that it really mattered that she hadn't seen him, Yuya reasoned, no one hot or not ever took an interest in her.
Well except Benitora.
But other then the preverse morron she was forced to share a dwelling with she'd been affectionless since she decked a guy in the first grade for trying to kiss her.
But he'd been a moron too.
She sighed. It was hopeless really, she was going to die an old maid, a spinster skinny and curveless and probably in a home full of cats. She snickered a little at the mental image that brought to mind, at least cats wouldn't hog as much of the couch as Yukimura and Tora did.
Tucking a few lose strands of hair behind her ear Yuya took one last glance in the mirror and turned to go.
The movie would be over soon and they'd have to drive Okuni and Mahiro home so she could get ready for her 'special' birthday dinner; not that she really felt very special, she felt just the opposite in fact: plain and dull.
She returned to the theater in time to see the climax of the movie which included some pretty well choreographed kicking and flipping stunts that covered half a wearhouse, and a final gun battle between the criminal-turned good guy's love interest and some supposed 'sharp shooter' yakuza who just happened to miss her head by about two inches in every shot. Yuya found herself slightly annoyed with the would be herione, how hard was it to shoot a guy that was almost standing in plan site? She rolled her eyes, Hell I could make that shot and I've never even held a gun!
At least Mahiro and Okuni were completely entranced she reasoned.
Soon enough the movie was over and they were exiting the theater Yuya glanced at her watch, "7:35, wow kinda cutting it close I hope the reservations that Yukimura made are somewhat flexible. I might not make it home and be ready in time!"
They headed towards the vallet where the driver was supposed to wait for them with the car.
"Don't worry about it you'll make it home by 8:10 at least, and that still gives you 10 minutes to get ready and ten to drive there."
"With the way Yukimura drives?" Yuya's eyebrows rose thinking of her gaurdian's 'erratic' driving patterns.
"Okay, three minutes to get there. So see that gives you seventeen minutes to get ready!" Mahiro began spouting off random tips for time management, 'Take your hair down in the car on the way home so that the kink from your pony tail is out when you get home, just touch up around your eyes, skip painting your toenails no one will see them anyway...unless of course you're wearing some strappy sandles...' she prattled on.
"Wait did you say 17 minutes? What the Hell is SHE going to do with seventeen minutes? I mean it's going to take her AT LEAST three hours to do ANYTHING with tha..." Okuni was cut short as a young blonde haired man stepped in front of them just before the vallet stand.
"Miss Yuya-San?"
Startled. "Yes?" She didn't recognize this young man, but with okuni tugging at her sleeve and Mahiro's gasp she was almost positive that he was the 'total hottie foriegner' that they had been gushing over early. He did look familiar to her, maybe she had seen him in the mall earlier that day, but how did he know her name? Suspicion rose inside her; Yukimura had always told her to be cautious about talking to strange men.
As if sensing her unease the young blonde man smiled and gave a polite bow, "Please forgive me my rudness as I was in a haste to find you! You see Yukimura gave me strict instructions: that you are supposed to be home by 8:00 on the dot to prepare for your birthday party, but also that I must drive with the utmost caution while you are in my care, he was quite adament Miss." The young blonde man rose from his bow smiling again.
"I hope you do not mind to terribly but I took the liberty of send the original driver on with your packages, seeing as how the lovely lady and her friends would no longer fit beside them, and calling for another driver to see the others home, as I fear that if we do not head home straight away, I fear we may miss the deadline, and we musn't keep Mr. Yukimura waiting!"
Yuya smiled slightly she could understand the young mans unease with dissapointing Yukimura, or upsetting him. Though she didn't doubt it was probably Benitora that did most of the threatening about safe driving seeing as how with the way Yukimura drove he had absolutly no room to talk. And at least he was being terribly polite and well-mannored over the whole thing; most people were not as unfrazzled by the demands of Mr. Yukimura.
She'd seen a few drivers simply go to peices with his outrageous requests.
"I don't mind at all, please forgive me for making you wait, and of course for causing you worry!" She bowed her head sheepishly, she'd never gotten used to the drivers or servants that adorned the Sanada family that she had been adopted into at eleven, where as Benitora slipped into the roll of rich boy the minute he hit the doorstep, he barely lifted a finger for the first three months they'd been there-until of course Yuya had knocked some "Cents" into his thick skull.
Literally: she'd beat him over the head with the change jar he was using to flip quarters at the maids-in exchange for a strip show.
Even at fourteen he'd been a complete and utter pervert.
"Shall we go Miss Yuya-san?" with another smile he turned and led the girls towards to cars waiting not far from where they stood.
As they approached a second driver, Yuya assumed it was the car for Okuni and Mahiro stepped out openning the door for them.
Okuni and Mahiro hugged Yuya briefly knowing what a rush she needed to be in, "Happy Birthday!" Mahiro squeeled. Though Yuya figured her excitment probably had more to do with the hot guy then with her birthday.
"That's him!" she whispered in yuya's ear, "I'm so jealous! Must be a birthday present from yukimura!"
Yuya shoved Mahiro off of her with a laugh, "Whatever, Get going you two it looks like it might rain you don't want to get caught in a traffic jam."
"Have fun tonight!" Mahiro called climbing into the car beside Okuni.
The door to the second car shut and their driver returned to the front seat heading off towards the highway.
"Miss Yuya-san?"
"Oh, Right! Sorry!" she turned to follow him towards the other car.
she was mildly suprised when he openned the front passenger seat rather then the back one. But he smiled again explaining politely, "Yukimura asked me to pick up a few items for you, suprises I imagine for the party, sadly they would not all fit in the trunk, would you mind to terribly sitting beside a humble driver for the night? I would hate to ruin any surprises and upset Yukimura-san."
Yuya shook her head, "I don't mind at all." she smiled, "It's lonely in the back seat anyway."
She climbed into the front seat fastening her seat belt before the door shut and waited for the driver to walk around.
"Um, sorry but I never did catch your name."
"Ah, Forgive me, It's Akira,"
"Well Akira it's nice to meet you, have we met before? You look so familiar."
He smiled again, "Yes I think we have, but I didnt expect you to remember, it was a very long time ago." he started the car and they pulled out into the street heading toward the highway.
"Saizo?"
The dark eyed man dressed in a private chaufiers suit looked up from the car he was polishing up for tonights outing, being Yukimura's private driver as well as bodygaurd he felt it was his responsibility to never let Yukimura arrive in shame...or with a spec of dust on the hood.
"Hai, Yukimura-sama?"
"Has the driver we sent with Yuya-san radio'ed at all?" He glanced again at the clock on the wall 8:25.
Saizo shook his head. "No sir, It's my fault I should have offered to drive the girls myself, please forgive me." His nose almost touched the ground with his bow.
"No, No, it's all right. I'm sure it's only a traffic problem. Besides not everyone can be as skilled behind the wheel as moi!" He laughed boistrously making Saizo's eye twitch. Yukimura scarred them all with his driving stints.
"Still," His head tilted to the side, "I do wish they would call, or at least answer the car phone."
"Shall I go out and look for them?"
"No Saizo, but do make a few phone calls for me," Yukimura's face had turned dark and worried in the space of a second.
"You know who to call."
Saizo didn't look happy about it either, "Yes sir, right away."
Let it be traffic, or the weather! Yukimura thought staring out the window at the heavy clouds just as rain begin to fall, hard.
What's This? Yuya Kidnapped by Akira, AGAIN!
That's going to be one pissed off Kyo: D