A / N: Ello, luvs!! Welcome to the first episode of... Erm, I can't remember the title at the moment, so, yeah.
First, I give full credit to Suzu for convincing me to get off my ass and post this, also, read her Akito story. It's amazing. I'll post a link in the next chap, okies?
Also; The inevitable; I claim no rights to Dr. Suess in any ways whatso ever... Oh, and Furuba as well. Yeah, only the coyote story of the zodiac and Miku, and all my other OC's are mine... So yeah, I'm lawyer phobic, and I'm to young to die... So do not own anything else...
Enjoy!!
Chapter One:
Finding Home
"A-Ayame-san?" I stuttered. My face was flushed as an old friend was hugging me tight. Ayame's younger brother looked bewildered that there where no animals standing there, but thats a story for another time.
"Miku! I can't beleive its actually you!" Ayame shouted, gleefully. "Where has my queen been all this time? I feel we've been seperated far to long for our closely held bed-relationship." He said, in the same way he spoke to Shigure. I smiled at his fondness. I was like a second Shigure at times, although slightly less perverted.
"Aa-chan! I missed you sorrowfully, I could barely hold my breathe for our reuniting in love once again! My bed was so-" I said, but Yuki interrupted me.
"WHAT?!" He shouted. His face disgusted and scared at the same time. I didn't blame him though, I was only four years older than he was. Me and Ayame exchanged knowledgible smirks before he released his hold on me and we gave eachother a high five and the usual exchange of 'all right!'.
"And you must be the all mighty, Prince Yuki. Brother of the king. I presume I am correct? And also, nice act, Aa-chan. You've improved. Shi-onii-sans work, I suspect?" I rambled on. As you can see, I love to talk, but I love to model for Ayame even more.
"Who are you?1 And why can you-" He began but, for revenge from earlier I interrupted.
"Hug him? Easy. I'm obviously a girl, so what is the only other excuse?" I stared him down, hoping he was as smart as his brother could be with my words.
"Go easy on him Mi-chan. He can't keep up." Ayame warned, a protective hand on my shoulder as we walked down the road.
"You mean you're a- You can't be!" He shouted, still very flustered.
"A no can easily be changed into a yes, but a yes can not be so easily changed to a no." I qouted Sir Myles. Leaving a grinning Ayame and a very confused Yuki. Ayame's hand slid -to bother his brother I hoped- Down to the small of my back.
"What does that have to do with anything? And who ARE you?" He continued to nag at the subject. I hate naggers. But for Ayames sake I will accept his little brother, like he would want me to do.
"My name is Miku Sohma. And that was a qoute from the song of the lioness qaurtet. It was just random." I explained as we neared Ayames shop. Maybe I would get to see Mine again! "Ayame-san?"
"What do you want?" He questioned, noticing my formality.
"What makes you think I want anything!" I whined and pouted.
"Because when you want something you say my full name. Now what is it my dear queen. Someone as-"
"Cut the crap, Aa-chan. You know what I want when I visit you." Yuki had long since disapeared, obviously to discuss with Shigure the strange occurance that had just happened. Ayame held back a low chuckle, but very poorly.
"Ah, Im afraid I do. One of the few gorgeous ladies I know who would volunteer for such a thing. But I know theres a catch." He added the last part when he saw the foreign twinkle in my eye.
"No, duh. I want a free oufit. That and Akito doesn't know where I am." I whispered the last part but Ayame stopped abruptly.
"You mean your not aloud out? Then what on gods name are you doing here now? You could get seriously hurt!" I sighed and stuffed my hands in my pockets to calm there shaking. I continued to walk and Ayame quickly followed.
"No, Im not aloud to be here right now. I ran away. And Im not going back, so don't try." He siged in defeat as we arrived in front of his very interesting clothing store. I smiled when I looked at the clothing inside. "So what am I modeling today?" I questioned as I went through a rack of his newest creations. He smirked and pulled me too a back room.
"I need to get some measurements and see what fits your style." he said in a professional tone, then in that familiar friendly one I knew so well, "Only the best for my precious queen!"
"And only the best from my sly and seductive waffle king!" I teased back. (sorry inside joke, from a youtube video).
"Do you mean that?!" He said looking up from his search for a tape measure. He put on a face to look hopeful.
"No." I replied simply, just to tick him off.
He anime cried at my reply. "Your so cruel, Mi-chan!" He wined. I couldn't help but sigh in defeat.
"Mine-san! I need a tape measure and set up the studio for a shoot! I've got my favorite model in here now!" He shouted towards an open door.
A beautiful, middle aged womans voice rang through from the opposing room. "Right away, Ayame-san!" Wow. No wonder Ayame was so fond of her, her voice was perfect. Just like he had told me it was, from our midnight phone conversations. I couldn't help but feel a twinge in my chest, but I pushed it away as catching a bit of the flue.
"Now, -er- I need you to strip down; leave something on though!" Was he trying to be modest? Why, he had seen me- um. forget I thought that. I quickly snapped back to reality and stripped down to the tight pair of mini shorts I was wearing and my sports bra. Ayame peeked at me as he took measurements with the tape measure Mine had brought previously. I blushed slightly as he measured my bust, but he was to absorbed in muttering things to himslef to realize -thank god-. Now thank who ever is watching over me. I'll never respect him like that.
"Mine! Bring the first in next seasons line! It will fit perfectly!" He cried out his eyes shining. I giggled lightly as an overly excited Mine came in the room, carrying a black and crimson heap of something. I smiled when I saw the arabic symbols embroidered on the rims. Just my style. Ayame helped me into the outfit which did not help my blush, which for some odd reason, I didn't know why I had it. I wasn't attracted to him was I? While deep in thought Ayame made a comment when laying out the peices, ripping me from my thoughts.
"Why, my queen, your flushed! Could you be in love with your king? Or is it something else. You must tell!" he begged. I glared and he imediately went back to helping me slip in the outfit. Several minutes later -about 48- I was finally completely dressed. I admired myself in the mirror.
The outfit consisted of a tight black corset with crimson arabic symbols of love, lust, hate and friendship. The lacing on the front was loosened slightly because Ayame had said, 'It makes you irresistable to the pickiest of males'. I couldn't help but give in. I just loved wearing his work to much. I wore an extremely small skirt, it was black with crimson embroidery of stallions running across the bottom. I liked the way it twirled when I turned in circles. I wore small leather boots that fit my feet perfectly that went half way up my shins. I wore black tights that where connected to the skirt by thin straps.
This is what I loved about wearing his clothes. Not only did they make you look confident and beautiful. They made you feel that way too. I smiled in the mirror and blushed slightly when Ayame rested his hands on my shoulders. I may only be a few years younger but I am still very short. Giving me the innocent look of a highschool girl. I think thats why Shigure still talks to me. The perv.
"You look beautiful. Its perfect." He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. He laughed at my reaction. "My, my, Mi-chan. Do I arouse you?" I glared in reply making him laugh more. He dragged me to a new room, that I had seen many times before. He instructed me on what he wanted me to do and helped me fix my posture. After a few shots with the dress he clapped to say we where done. Now thouroghly exaughsted I sighed and got up from the rather akward position I had been in. He followed me too the changing rooms.
"Ayame." I glared at him, but couldn't hold it to long. He was just adorable, and very handsome I might add.
"yes, Mi-chan? What does my queen request of me?" He questioned still playing that game we had started when we where kids.
"Where are my clothes?" I asked bluntly. Ayame smirked.
"Well, An eye for an eye, Mi-chan." He said glancing suspicously to the left, to signal he was making stuff up.
"Well. Whats that supposed to mean?" I said tapping my foot impatiently.
"My dear queen. If you don't want Akito to know, you must go under disguise-" He began but, slightly amused I interrupted.
"You want me to continue wearing the outfit. Correct?" I finished, smirking in victory. He nodded rapidly (chibi style). "Next time, just say so." I scolded. He gave me a fake look that pleaded for forgiveness, but was still iresistable.
"But its fun to toy with you!" He said, anime crying. I sighed. Then it hit me. Where was I-
"Er- Ayame?" I asked, slightly embarassed.
"yes, Mi-chan?"
"Where can I stay tonight?" He brightened at my question. I mentally slapped myself. What did I get myself into? He got a twinkle in his eye that only led to trouble and I gulped.
