Music of Choice: crap, I forgots

A/N: Thank you, SapphirestarXD for sticking with me this far into this fanfic and dealing with the oocness of it ^_^' it's greatly appreciated.

Chapter 9 - A Dream To Decipher

Spin, twirl, dip. The pulsing of music vibrated Kia's earbuds, loud enough to block out any and all noise around her. One of the companies that Tansen knew sold dresses for exotic dancing, such as tangos. The company's major boss has sent a request to the Doctor to see if he knew anyone who could design a logo for the new style of dresses that were coming out. They were made of a very rich red velvet, and Kia had guess that it might be for either the Spanish Tango or Tango Argentino.

Currently, Kia was taking the commision, hoping she could make some money out of it. Her eyes were glued to the computer screen as her pen whisked its way over her new graphics tablet. She had saved her money from her jobs and doing random errands for Tansen to get it, and it was one of the highest quality she could pay for.

Kia felt a sudden tap on her shoulder and nearly jumped out of her skin. Looking up, she could see the brown haired man himself gazing at the computer. His mouth moved slightly, like he was trying to say something. Pulling out an earbud, Kia asked "What?"

"I said, "They never make those in my sizes"," he told her, smiling. "Only petite little girls like you and Yutaro would be able to fit most of their styles."

"I'm not petite," Kia retorted. "No many how many times Dante says I'm part of the Itty Bitty Titty Commitee, I ain't petite."

Tansen laughed. "She said what?"

The black haired teenager blushed, remembering what she just said. "Nevermind."

"Aww, you're not that flat," he chortled. "I'm sure Vice would like you no matter-" Upon hearing the green Douji's name, Kia replaced her earbud back in her ear and cranked up the music. 'I don't want to hear about him, I don't want to hear about him,' she mumbled in her mind.

Suddenly, she felt both of her earbuds plucked out like grapes, and Tansen turned the moniter away from her. "Now, Kia," he started. "That's no way for a lady to act."

"I don't know how a lady's supposed to act, and I really don't want to care," she stated. "I just want to get my job finished and be done with it."

"Surely designing a poster isn't that bad?"

"Not that job."

"Oh." Tansen shut his mouth for a second, like he just remembered what his and Kia's deal was. In turn, she turned her gaze to the floor, not wanting the subject to be pressed further. "About that," he said, losing the playful tone in his voice. Now it seemed more sad, like he couldn't believe she would make that choice. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

The girl nodded her head, not looking at the doctor. "You know once you make that choice, you can't turn back from it."

"So?"

"Isn't there anyone you want to see again?"

'Yes,' her mind said. "No, there isn't," she lied, hoping she could convince him.

"No one?" he inquired. "No one at all?"

"No!" Kia shouted. She stood from her chair to look at him, nearly toppling it over. "Why does everyone think it's so important that I have to see people again? Why do you all think I need to come to terms with my real feelings?"

"Because it's not healthy for you!"

"I don't care if it's not healthy for me!" she argued. "Everyone seems to care about things that don't matter! I don't care what my feelings are, you know as well as I do why I can't return to my old life! I'm sticking to my decision and that's it!" Turning on her heels, Kia marched towards her room. "I'll finish the commision tomorrow, I want to be left alone."

Throwing herself on her bed, Kia stared at her ceiling. "I need to apologize," she spoke to no one in particular. "I was rude to Tansen, and I had no reason to." She slightly turned her head, and her eyes landed on her sketchbook. Kia wanted to draw, but there was nothing in her that had the need or urge to do so.

Feeling her eyes getting heavy, the girl let her eyes close for a moment.

"Kia, tell us a story!" a little boy called, dragging his younger sister towards her.

"What kind of story would you like today?" the black haired girl asked. She was gathering fruit for the feist tonight, as two new guests had come to their village today. She gently pulled a peach from the branch above her and placed it in the basket.

"The one about the princess," the little girl said.

"Which one?" Kia questioned. "There are so many, I can't help but lose track sometimes. You should ask Dana-san. She's a better storyteller than I, Tsuna."

"No way!" Tsuna cried, stamping his foot. "Your the best one in the village, Kia-chan. Even Ma and Pa sayso."

"What is this about "stories"?" Kia heard someone behind her ask. Turning to face the newcomer, she came eye to eye with one of the new guests to her village. The boy himself was strange, wearing a vibrant green kimono and light colored sash. His hair had a wild tinge to it, and the color itself was as black as sin.

The one thing that did stick out among his appearance was his golden eyes. Eyes so gold that they reminded her of a predator, a wildcat during it's hunt.

"Yes, may I help you?" she asked, facing him. Immediately upon his notice, both Tsuna and his sister took refuge behind her, like they were trying to hide from him.

Reaching his hand into the basket, he pulled one of the peaches out and took a large bite out of it. "Sure," he said, and Kia felt some of the juice hit her cheek. "What could you be gathering all this for? I thought women were supposed to cook and clean, not gather and hunt."

Kia closed her eyes, trying to keep her temper. "For your information, I'm gathering this because we have the decent hospitality to invite you and your friend to stay in our village until you feel ready to be on your way. As for women in our village cooking and cleaning, we do the same amount of work as the men." As the boy readied himself to take another bite, Kia slapped his hand and the half eaten peach lodged itself into his mouth.

"Have a good day," she said, and took Tsuna's hand. She could hear the gagging and coughing of the boy trying to dislodge the peach from his throat, but ignored it as she made her way back to the village.

Kia's eyes snapped open. "What was that?" Sitting up in her bed, Kia slightly tried to remember the dream. It was like a memory, but wasn't. She had never once seen Vice in a kimono, much less in human clothing with the exception of the last two days she spent at her uncle's.

Shaking her head, she made herself a mental note to ask Yutaro about it when she got the chance next. The little blonde girl was an expert at deciphering dreams.

Rolling over in her bed, she made herself ready to sleep again. "Oh well," she said, yawning. "No use dwelling on it now."

Standing atop the Soney Music skyscraper, a girl with hazel overlooked the city. Her long black hair gently flew in the wind, glossy and as dark as oil. Next to her, a young boy stood. Dark blue and green hair with seafoam green eyes, he looked at his Mistress, awaiting her orders.

"Things," she said, "are getting interesting, Abhor."

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