Two 100+ review stories. I didn't think one was possible for me.
After having made up and salvaged what little "face" Crow had, the two of them returned inside to put the bow on their repaired relationship.
"All right, just one more click and…there," the Blackwing wielder listed as he had erased the raw footage on his camera. "Just one more thing." Akiza watched on silently as Crow dug out the computer copy and deleted it as well.
"Is that everything?" she wanted to know.
"Mm-hmm," Crow nodded. "Nothing's left."
"Good," the dancer answered back. "Although what you did was vile, it's not the worst thing to happen to me."
"Should I know what it is?" he quizzed.
"Since I brought it up, I may as well tell you," she explained. "While I was at the club, there was a….pecking order of sorts. As you put in numerous hours or accomplished a notable 'feat,' you'd move up."
"And what's so bad about that?" Crow pondered.
"Well, when I started out as a dancer, I was stuck at the bottom," Akiza continued. "Whenever a degrading task came upon us, most often pleasing old and fat guys, it was passed off to the girl at the bottom, like me."
"I can only imagine what atrocities you were subjected to," the amateur cameraman commented.
"You don't want to know," she tried to wave off. "Anyhow, I kept quiet, did my work, and gradually moved on up."
"I don't think you're gonna keep quiet about what I did, are you?" the Blackwing wielder asked.
"That depends," the dancer composed. "If you are able to do something for that's heartwarming or whatever, but not over-the-top, then I'll overlook what you did. Erasing the footage was a start."
"Understandable," he summarized. "Well, I guess I should be getting on the road."
"I thought you didn't have work today," Akiza hypothesized.
"Not exactly," he countered, donning his helmet. "I just have a late punch-in at times, like today."
"Now I get it," she caught on. Crow saluted her as he drove his runner out of the workshop and out onto the streets.
"Now I just have to wait for Yusei to get back," Akiza thought to herself.
Once his string of mechanical jobs were squared away and bringing the twins home, Yusei sped back to a hopefully patient and waiting Akiza. His runner carefully rolled down the concrete and through the open garage door.
"Welcome home," the dancer greeted him from her couch.
"Did you and Crow get along while I was gone?" the mechanic asked.
"We had a little friction, but we were okay," Akiza listed. She knew what Crow did, at least in her mind, didn't need to be spread around like gossip. She endured a lot of it before Yusei came around and didn't think it had to follow her.
"That's a good thing," he agreed. "As I was coming home, I spied a place that I think you and I could go to, if you feel like going out."
"I'm on board with that," she nodded, putting her magazine down. "You are referring to a restaurant, right?"
"Exactly," Yusei confirmed. "It's an all-you-can-eat buffet, with meals around the world and stuff."
"Fine by me," the dancer said without worry. "This is also a chance for me to showcase the new clothes I got." She grasped a fairly large box in her hands and skipped off to the bathroom.
"I'll be waiting right here," Yusei called out to her before she disappeared out of sight.
"I hope this is a date," Akiza prayed mentally, going through her box. "Even if he doesn't refer to it as a date, it's nice to spend some time with him regardless." She got an idea of what she could wear and started preparing.
Yusei paced patiently around the workshop floor, waiting for Akiza to finish getting ready. He passed the time by cleaning out his pager of old messages.
"Sometime this century would be nice, Akiza," he thought to himself before he heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Tell me what you think," the dancer kindly requested of her hopefully-more-than-just-a-friend. The mechanic turned around to behold that Akiza had a tight and skin-hugging shirt with Smurfette on it. Her message was cleverly sprawled over Akiza's chest and read, "Hey Smurfie, my eyes are on my face." Sly, to say the least, just like Akiza. She also had a set of lady's cargo shorts on and dark blue shoes.
"You sure know how to paint a picture," Yusei complimented her.
"Aww, thank you," the dancer answered while skipping down to her date. "Let's get moving then." She grabbed hold of Yusei's runner and they were off.
The two swung into the restaurant parking lot, parked their ride, and trotted inside. The first thing that caught Akiza's eye was how Yusei paid for their meal when they got inside.
"You have a credit card?" she asked him.
"That's correct," the mechanic answered as he swiped the card and entered the appropriate information on the keypad.
"How is that possible?" Akiza wondered after they were all set and set off to find their table. "Doesn't all your work for the grand prix eat away at any funds you have?"
"Technically yes," Yusei surmised as they found a good spot. "But I get tipped very well at my job."
"Then I guess you do a good job," the dancer winked at him while they selected their beverage choices. "Does that also mean you paid for the card you gave me yourself?"
"You got it," he confirmed her suspicion. "I wanted it to be special for you. You deserve it, after all."
"It is special for me," she beamed. "Every time I've used it in a duel, it reminds me of you."
"Then I've done my job," Yusei refuted. "Shall we get something to eat?"
"Let's," the young woman answered. The black-haired man let chivalry take over as he let Akiza go before him out towards the food service area. It played into her hands; while she was in front of Yusei, she made sure to waggle her figure in front of him and only him.
"That is a woman," Yusei thought. "That is…..a woman."
This is the fastest I've gotten to 100 reviews. I thank everyone who has shown an interest in this story up 'til this point. As for what happens next, you all will have to be patient. I hope I can get to the climax between Yusei and Akiza soon. If you have ideas or suggestions, just shoot them to me.