A/N: So here's story I've been thinking of writing for a while. And I know what you're all thinking lol. I'm still working on Betrayal but I really prefer to write those chapters really long. Here's one I can just relax on the length. Still working on a few chapters for my last story but I just couldn't resist starting this one. When I wrote a Betrayal Chapter where Fuyuhiko finally got rid of Masayoshi (assuming you read it lol) I realized the potential for how sexy he could be! For weeks I was telling myself "I'm not gonna post it yet", "I'm not gonna post it yet", "I will wait until I FINISH betrayal"

buuuuuuuuut I woke up and I was just like screw it. I can't keep it in anymore. I'll really try to post a chapter of betray this week but in the mean time i hope you all at least try to give this story a chance. I hope you enjoy a little at least :o

It was late in the afternoon in Tokyo. The setting sun cast shadows of orange and yellow along the streets which were still busy with people going to and from places and talking with others around them. Everyone, everything was so alive. People were going about with their daily lives, caught up in their own worlds, as was another average young woman who quickly found herself briskly walking through the streets at a much faster pace than those around her. Her shoes pattered beneath her, barely a blur in her eyes. She stopped and leaned against a random shop window, out of breath. She'd already ran over twenty minutes to get to this point. She looked at her watch and groaned. It was nearly six. When had it gotten so late? Her phone vibrated in her pocket, making her want to groan again. It had to be her boss. This was the third day in row she was late coming in. The damn job was already so far away from the train station and she didn't even have a car. What was she supposed to do? The young woman really thought that taking the night shift would really help with her schedule. Being a full time pharmacy student and having to work full time to pay her bills…what a life. And she didn't even want to get started on how much debt she would have after school. She breathed in and out a few times, pushing her wavy chestnut hair out of her face. Less than five seconds later, it made its way back into her face. She let out a silent aggravated yell. She couldn't even get her hair right. Walking, she began fishing in her pocket for a hair tie. She usually stuck a few in there anyway. A sigh escaped her lips as she realized that her fingers were coming up empty. This had really been a rotten day.

She pushed her hair out of her face and kept moving. The restaurant where she worked was still another twenty minute walk…maybe ten in she ran. But damn…she was already out of shape enough. Was there any need to flaunt it to the rest of the world? She topped and stretched her arms, calming herself down just a bit. There had to be a rainbow at the end this godforsaken seemingly never ending and annoying difficult road called her own damn life. She had been taking care of herself since she could remember. No way that something as small as a little job was going to get in her way. She only had one more year of pharmacy school anyway. She should be able to survive until then. Her ember colored eyes winced slightly, as she once again began her daily habit of worrying about her unsure future. She wondered how long it would be after graduation until she actually did find a job. Did she even have enough savings to last for about eight months? Her feet moved faster to, now wanting to get to work as soon as possible. Crap…she really did need this job.

The woman stopped again, repositioning the armful of books in her hands. Since she was running, she was holding them so tight to her chest to make sure they didn't fall that it was not beginning to hurt. She could already feel one beginning to slip again. The young woman leaned against an outside table and blew hair out of her face. Again, she pulled the books in close to keep them from falling. She started to feel a slight ache on the same place. That would definitely leave a mark sooner or later this week. As she walked, the streets looked so much more crowded than before. People must be getting ready to go home from their jobs…unlike her. Lucky already put together jerks. She sighed, feeling the books weighing in her arms. No way she could run anymore or else she'd drop her textbooks. And they were too expensive for that. Her phone vibrated again in her pocket. That damn boss of hers. The woman sighed, breaking into a light jog. She had stopped so many times already because of all the weight. It had to be like six thirty now. She couldn't get fired. Not when the restaurant was her only source of income. Her feet moved faster

People passed by her, quickly disappearing behind her as she moved. Her work place was less than six blocks away from where she was. Is half an hour really that late? She guessed she should have called or texted, even when she was running like hell the minute she was finished with her classes. She was already out breath but she kept moving this time. As long as she wasn't an hour late, she should be fine. She could still make it. Ugh…she wondered how long it would take for her to get another job if she did happen to get fired. Damn job. Damn school. Damn, stupid, stupid life obstacles. The woman was now half walking, half running to get to her job. She quickly passed a large building or shop. She didn't really know which. The young woman was in so much of a hurry now that she didn't even notice one the doors opening in front of her. She didn't have time to stop when a man walked out through the door, his back towards her. She ran face first into the tall man's shoulder, making him lose balance. He grunted from the impact, and they both lost their balance. Books and pads scattered on the ground, while papers flew in the air around both of them. She briefly heard the sound of something made of glass breaking. Uh oh. That definitely wasn't hers. She wondered if she could talk her way out of this one.

Her nose was hit with a pleasant scent of what had to be some kind of expensive cologne. The word she would use to describe it was intoxicating. The young woman looked up, her ears ready to receive a cursing out from a stranger. They were both obviously on the ground. She had landed on top of the man and hadn't even realized that she was gripping his shirt. She quickly squirmed away slightly to give him some room. The man was sitting on the ground rubbing his head. The woman wondered if he hit it. She was in no financial state to get hit in the face with a lawsuit. He was wearing a suit…and expensive one…damn…if he had a career she wondered how long he would bitch about her running into him. Along with that, his black trench coat pooled around them, one that was now most likely dirty from the fall. Not mention she was still kneeling on it. She backed away further. As she did so, she felt something poking her thigh. Reaching down, she picked up a pair of dark shades, also probably costing a pretty penny. They were probably his. And of course, one the lenses just had to be cracked.

The man rubbed his face one more time and slowly glanced up at her. He had dark hair, which was perfectly groomed. Not to long yet not too short. His face showed subtle hints of wrinkles yet at the same time it still retained much of its youthfulness. He was definitely an old man but…his face…she couldn't deny how chiseled it was. Perfectly sculpted with a prominent, sharp jaw and angular cheekbones. Every one of his facial features were strong and defined. The man had a serious face but his expression wasn't unkind, his dark grey eyes nonchalantly returned her gaze like he didn't even care that she had just run into him. There was no denying that he was disgustingly handsome for his age…whatever it was. She realized that she was still holding his glasses. The woman pushed them towards him, his large hands taking them in his own a moment later. She was about to say something when she let out a gasp, realizing on horror that everything in her arms were now scattered all across the street.

"My books!", the woman let out, hurriedly grabbing what she could. Her note outlines, the rough draft for her thesis…they were everywhere now. She couldn't afford to lose anything. The man in front of her seemed to look at her for another moment before slowly rising to his feet. She wanted to at least say sorry but she had to make sure she got everything first. She stacked five of her books at her feet. There was still one missing. She looked around for a few moments before seeing that it was close to the man's feet. As she reached to pick it up, her hair stood on end when she saw a shoe suddenly step on it. She angrily looked up to see that it was the same guy. Now she was beginning to get upset. Even if she did bump into him, that didn't give him the right to do that to her things.

"What do you think you're doing?", she asked, angrily. She was a little taken aback to see the man smiling somewhat goofily.

"Nothing. I just decided that I'd help you with your things", the man said, still smiling.

"Then move your damn foot", the woman said, standing up to face him. The man furrowed his eye brows but didn't break his smile.

"The youth these days. No respect for their elders. I'm assisting you even when you were the one who ran into me. I haven't even gotten an apology", he said. He had a deep voice.

"And you're not going to get it now", the young woman said, crossing her arms. The man let out a laugh.

"You remind me of someone, you know…a kid just like you. Always running around in hurry, not really knowing what you're going to do next, and at times inconveniencing others in the process", he said, looking at her. He was still smiling but not in the same way as before. How could a nice looking old man like this talk like this?

"Excuse me", the woman said, rolling her eyes.

"But I didn't ask for a story about someone you used to know. I just want you to move your foot so I can leave. I'm getting a bit sick looking at you", she said. And she was telling the truth. With every passing moment, she was getting more and more pissed. Whenever when she would get angry, she would scream and lash out like a child. She was doing her best to hold it in. Doing that would only give this annoying old man something to talk about.

"Look, just move out the way so I can leave, alright?", she said, rubbing her head. She was already tired.

"Such a kid. A young lady like yourself and yet you still don't know how behave like an adult", the man said, smiling a bit more. It was then that she didn't think she could stop herself. He was talking entirely too much.

"Can't even look where you're going", he said. The woman's brow twitched in annoyance, finally letting go of her emotions.

"You're the idiot who doesn't even know to face the street when you're walking! What, were you walking backwards coming out of the store?", she said childishly, pointing at him. She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket again, reminding her that she was still late. Damn. Damn. Damn. The young woman was so annoyed now and he was just standing there just…looking down on her. He probably already had his life together with a career and a family of his own, meeting all of his responsibilities. And here he was berating her like he knew her entire life story. Her face was red with agitation. She wasn't proud of what happen next...not in the least.

"Move!", she said, annoyed. She put her hands against his chest, in hopes of getting his foot away from her textbook. She must have pushed harder than she thought she did, because the man ended up on the ground again. She winced, realizing what she had done. Had she really just pushed an old man down…intentionally this time? Around her, people were already beginning to stare and chatter. She quickly grabbed her book and put in her arms. She could still feel her phone vibrating. How long had the manager been calling? Just how late was she? The woman gritted her teeth, annoyed. This damn old man…it was his fault. He had managed to make her even more late than she already was. She pulled her books in closer and walked past the man she had just pushed. A moment later, she stopped and turned back to the older man, not being able to resist.

"You…stupid old geezer!", she shouted childishly. She then faced forward, sprinting as fast as she could to get to work. She wasn't able to get the image of the man's surprised face out of her head, making her giggle the rest of the way in triumph.

As she wiped mopped the floors, the young woman grimaced, thinking of the chewing out her boss, the manager had given her an hour earlier. Her boss had told her all the same things he usually did. How she was late for the umpteenth since she started. How she sometimes had a tendency to mess up people's orders. That she should he grateful for even managing to snag a job like this. Blah blah blah. It was the same old thing. The funny thing was that couldn't help but notice how even though he was supposedly lecturing her, his eyes were focused on her chest for the majority of the conversation. What a creep. That hadn't changed either. As soon as she found another job that was close to her apartment, she was going to jump ship. It was a good thing that the managers never stayed on the overnight shifts. No way in hell she would be able to deal with that. She sighed. Wanting to quit her job but having to stay because she needed the cash…what a cruel world. She passed the mop over another area of the floor, making sure it was cleaned thoroughly. A few feet away, she could hear her coworker laughing in a corner. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. The slim, dark haired girl shimmied her way over to her, wiping any tables that were in her path. She wiped one last table and turned to her.

"Natsumi, how much are you trying to piss off Ogawa-san?", she asked, done with laughing. She looked a bit more worried for her. Natsumi shrugged.

"I wasn't. I just came in late", she said.

"For like the third time", Meiko said, leaning against a table.

"I know. I know. It's just school, you know. It's pretty tough", Natsumi said.

Meiko twirled her dark bangs between her fingers.

"Can't you just take fewer classes?", she asked.

"No. I need to finish school this year. The sooner I do, the sooner I can get away from our creep manager", Natsumi said.

"Hey, no argument there", Meiko agreed.

"Something seriously wrong with that guy", she said.

"I'm just lucky that you're his favorite, not me", she said.

"Gee thanks", Natsumi said, putting the mop in the bucket.

"Oh…sorry", Meiko said, giving a slight bow. Natsumi couldn't help but laugh a bit. Meiko could really get on her nerves at times but she knew she wouldn't trade her for another best friend.

"So how is your schooling anyway?", Natsumi asked.

"Slow because I'm not trying to kill myself like you are", Meiko said.

"Hey, I'm trying to save myself. Remember? Horrible, pain in the ass manager?", Natsumi said, gesturing with her hands.

"Yeah but when do you have time for a love life?", Meiko asked.

Natsumi made a face.

"Who needs it?", she asked.

"Meiko waived a finger in front of her.

"Tsk. Tsk. All work and no play…"

"Will make me filthy rich one fateful day", Natsumi finished

"And it rhymes so….has to be true, right?", she said.

"Ugh…you're such a workaholic", Meiko said, wiping another table. She stacked a few chairs on top.

"Just trying to make a life for myself", Natsumi said.

"Making a life does not equate to working yourself to death", the short dark haired girl said, waving her sprat bottle in the air.

"You're more than pretty enough. Can't you just get by on your looks?", she asked.

"Are you trying to pick a fight?", Natsumi grumbled.

"No. it's a valid question", the other girl said. Meiko couldn't help but take a step back and admire her friend of six years. Even in her uniform, the young woman's elegant curves still protruded through her clothes, all of which were complimented by her soft skin, flawless despite all the junk she ate in hopes of saving money. Her long chestnut hair was in a braid, elegantly trailing its way down her back. And her eyes…they were something that Meiko had never seen. Such an unusual color, nearly impossible to look away from. Lovely face, amazing features, and a sultry body…the only thing that wasn't matching up was her personality. Stubborn as hell and too witty for her own good. Meiko was ninety five percent sure that that was the reason why she never had a boyfriend, despite all the guys that came up to her.

"Have you thought of dancing", Meiko asked, jokingly.

"Go wipe the rest of the damn tables", Natsumi said, throwing a towel at her friend.

"So touchy", Meiko said.

"You're such a perfectionist. Maybe you should try being punctual too", she said.

"Well I wouldn't have been as late if some old man hadn't gotten in my way", Natsumi said, splashing the mop around in the water.

"Did you really pick a fight with the elderly? Isn't that like jail time or something?", Meiko asked.

"He started it!", Natsumi said.

Meiko raised an eye brow.

"Wow. Really?", she said, thinking of how much her friend could sound like a kid sometimes.

"What happened then?", she asked, now feeling curious. Natsumi looked away for a moment.

"I…uh…ran into him and knocked him over", she finally said, mopping another spot.

Meiko let out another laugh.

"So you pushed an old man over and still think you're right?", she asked, giggling.

"I was going to say sorry", Natsumi said.

"But you didn't", Meiko said, nearly musically.

"That stupid old guy stepped on my things when I didn't say it fast enough", Natsumi pressed.

"Well that definitely doesn't sound nice". Meiko agreed.

"Exactly. Just because he's old doesn't mean he can be such a rude little…shit", Natsumi said.

"Nice choice of words", her friend added.

"Hey you weren't there. I bet you would have used much worse words to describe him", Natsumi said.

"And that's why you're late? You were standing in the street just arguing with some old dude?", Meiko laughed.

"Why didn't you just leave?", she asked, leaning on her hands.

"He wouldn't move his damn foot…", Natsumi said.

"Well damn. What'd you do after that then?", Meiko asked. Natsumi looked away and coughed nervously, feeling ashamed of what she was going to say.

"I…pushed him back down, grabbed my things, and then ran the rest of way here", Natsumi said.

"Mika Natsumi, you really do have a way with men", Meiko said, letting out a laugh. This time Natsumi couldn't help but join in.

A/N: Please rate and comment! ^0^