Author's Notes:

Yes Minna, kill me now for Noa has started another fanfiction… Mou! I can't seem to write anymore on the others just yet, but this has popped up and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to do another Aoshi and Misao story. I know…bad Noa indeed, but…I couldn't pass up this at all…I mean just read okay…and well…Aoshi is quite…not nice at all…I think straight away you'll guess who he is anyway. It's not that hard and I love what I've done to Misao too!

Chapter two will be up very shortly…I'm writing it as I place this up!

Ja…and please read review this as well. Just give it a chance…its all for you wonderful readers anyway… (^_^)

Car Trouble?

A man sighed almost in exasperation as his driver tried, yet for the third time to start up the silver limousine with no luck. He lifted up his expensive suit jacket, his eyes glancing down at his watch noting the time.

"Do you think it would be possible to get moving before the day ends?" He spoke in a harsh and slightly annoyed tone. His driver looked at him through the rear vision mirror and spoke.

"I do apologise young master, but it appears to me that the car just doesn't seem to want to start this morning." The man sitting in the stretch limousine sighed inaudibly as he stepped out of the car; his butler had already come over and opened the door for him. He held an expensive black leather briefcase in his hand and made his way to the front of the car, where his driver had now lifted up the hood of the car.

"I'm not quite sure what seems to be its problem young master. We had it serviced just last month."

"Will you stop with the young master business already. My father is not alive anymore and I am no longer a child." The young man spoke back, his eyes glancing down at all the car engine. There were things he knew, things he was extremely good at, but things like car trouble…was something he did not know about.

"Fine lets just take the BMW today." He spoke to his driver, but never face him as he was looking pointedly at the large garage situated a small distance away from the mansion.

"That was involved in an accident last month Master, I've been contacting our agents for a new one and it should be here within a week." The butler spoke looking at the scowl in the young mans face.

"Well let's take the Rolls Royce then." He spoke again and was just about to walk off when his butler haltered him once more.

"That has brake problems Master. It is in the garage waiting for you to sign the papers for the go ahead of repairs. I gave them to you last week and have reminded you about them but you still have not given your word or signature on the matter."

"Let me guess, there seems to be a problem with the Ferrari and the Jaguar as well?" Now he was getting extremely annoyed as he lifted his wrist to look down at his watch for the second time that morning.

"I do apologise Master, but Henry has been quite ill these past few months and hasn't been able to repair your cars. Perhaps it is wise for I to give the elder man a payout of what he's done over the years for your family and find someone new? I know this new mechanic centre has opened up in the city and they have servicemen who'll come to our needs instead of bringing the cars to them."

"Very well then, do whatever you think is best." The young man spoke waving his butler off to go and do his job.

"As I thought this would happen Master, I have arranged for emergency transport for you." The butler spoke and the man's eyes lifted up to watch a yellow taxi come screaming down the long driveway and screech to a halt beside him, the man stepping back in slight shock.

"You wish for me…to ride in one of those?" The young man questioned his butler as he moved closer and opened the back door for him.

"Just for today Master. You don't wish to be late for your appointment do you?" The butler spoke watching his Master's eyes narrow annoyingly as he grumbled lightly to himself while getting into the taxi as though he were going to catch some foreign disease. The butler shut the door…okay…slammed the door in fact, making his Master glare up at him through the window for doing so. The butler watched, as did the driver and a couple of the housemaids who were just turning up for work, as their Master jerked in the back of the taxi as the driver sped off leaving a small trail of autumn leaves behind.

"Seta-san, please get Beshimi to clean the driveway up before Master comes home. I'll get Hyotokko and Shikijo to help you push the car back into the garage." The butler turned swiftly around heading for the house, but stopped momentarily as Seta Soujiro questioned him.

"Won't you help us as well Hannya?"

"I have no time to spare in helping you three place the car into the garage. As Master ordered I shall pay any debts to Henry, thank him for his hospitality over the many years he's been working for the Shinomori's and then ring up my new contacts." Hannya swiftly turned around, he clapping his hands at the two women looking silently at him and they rushed inside ready to clean the already spotless mansion.

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(Inside the taxi cab)

"Do watch your speeding I'm trying to type on my laptop and sit in the same position. I cannot do that with you swerving all over the road." The man in the backseat muttered, his eyes never lifting from the screen.

"Don't you worry kid, I've been driving cars ever since I was young. You needn't wor-"

"Do be quiet, I'm trying to think…and face the front! I do not need you becoming careless and creating an accident. I have no time to be in hospital. I told you to take me to the airport, now do as I say." The driver scowled and began mumbling to himself about spoilt rich kids and planted his foot down desperately wanting to get rid of this fare. If he had of known that the customer was going to be like this, he would have gladly passed the man onto someone else.

"And do stop the mumbling…you are giving me a headache." The cabdriver was practically grating his teeth now but decided it was best to not do that either lest the customer complain about that as well!

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(45 minutes pass…)

"Here you go kid." The driver spoke pulling up near the front of one of the terminals at the airport. Again the young man jerked as the driver planted his foot on the brakes coming to a complete stop.

"I say, I really shouldn't pay you for driving so carelessly. And further more, I am not a kid, so do not address me as one." The man spoke and got out of the cab slamming the door shut in disgust.

"Spoilt rich bastards…that's all you are!" The driver yelled, snatching the money from the man's gloved hand and screeching away leaving him in a cloud of exhaust fumes. The dark haired man coughed loudly, his glove moving over his mouth and nose to try and conceal away the smoke and raced towards the terminal, numerous people watching him enter. He headed for the first class customer service line and walked up to the counter handing the man his papers.

"Good morning!" The man behind the counter spoke in a cheerful voice, frowning slightly when he received no reply.

"Going to Kyoto?" He questioned and watched as the dark haired man rolled his eyes and muttered back his answer will snatching the ticket from his hand.

"That's what it says you idiot."

"Do have a pleasant trip Mr Shinomori and come again!" The man spoke watching as he walked off towards the first class lounge area to have his usual green tea.

"I always pray that you don't though…" He muttered and watched another first class passenger come towards him and he was all smiles once more, the young business woman greeting him happily.

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(Shinomori Mansion)

"I do apologise Henry, but Master Shinomori thinks its best that you should retire now. You aren't getting any younger you know. Yes, that is true, but Master is only thinking of your family and your health now." Hannya pulled the phone away from his ear at hearing loud laughing coming from the other end.

"Henry, your money will be in your bank account in 24 hours. Yes, I know the cars have not been repaired, but don't worry about that. I have lined up… Oh you know of somewhere good to go?" Hannya paused as he listened to Henry on the other end, he bringing out his pen and scribbling the information onto a pad of crisp white paper.

"Okina's Mechanical Service you say? No I haven't heard of them. Now Henry you know money is no object to the Shinomori's. We need a mechanical company that is… Really? That's fantastic! I shall ring them right now. Thank you for everything Henry." Hannya spoke hanging up the phone and dialled the number for Okina's Mechanical Service.

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"Good Morning, Okina's Mechanical Service." An elderly man's voice muttered through the phone as he sifted through numerous bills on his office desk trying to sort them out.

"Good morning Sir, I take it you are the owner?"

"Yes that is correct." He answered back and listened to the man on the phone. His eyes grew wider and wider in surprise and the hundreds of bills where thrown around the office room as he stood up in joy.

"Yes we will take the job! I'll send one of my men over to you right now. Thank you so much, goodbye!" The elder man spoke excitedly and hung up the phone doing a small dance of victory. His eyes peered down at the numerous overdue bills to be paid and a bright smile was on his lips as he opened his door and yelled to anyone who could hear him.

"We are back in business Minna!" The old man opened his eyes; his jaw dropping open as no one was around. Not one of his mechanics was in sight. He began to visibly sweat as he made his way over towards the board to have a look at were everyone was.

Sanosuke Sagara was out fixing a familiar doctor's BMW, it always being broken for some odd reason. Yahiko was out of town visiting a sick relative and wouldn't be back for at least two or three days. Saitou happened to be having his day off after working two weeks straight and wouldn't come in if you paid him overtime since he was spending the day with his mysterious wife. That only left one person who had not even turned up for work yet…late as usual...but that couldn't be helped. She was young but did a lot for her grandfather, he being the only living relative she had left. Okina turned towards the large opened garage doors as a deep red and black motorcycle drove in, the rider clad in black leather and a deep blue rucksack hung her shoulders as she pulled up, swiftly taking off her helmet, her long braid falling down her back.

"I'm here!" She exclaimed loudly as she placed the black sunglasses on top of her head and turned off her motorcycle.

"Ah, Misao-chan I have an urgent job that needs doing." The young woman watched as her grandfather scurried towards the change rooms to grab her overalls and scurried towards her, stuffing another bag into her arms, full with her favourite tools she always used.

"Jiya, what is all this? I thought I was helping you interview another mechanic to come and join the team?" She questioned confusedly as he walked back into his office and brought out a piece of paper and placed it into her gloved hands.

"You do this job Misao-chan and Okina's Mechanical Service will be saved! You won't have to work three jobs and juggle your university studies and training all at once. Please do this one favour for your old Okina." He stared pleadingly at the silent Misao. She wasn't too fond of going to someone stranger's place and working there, but she finally pursed her lips and made a decision.

"Stop calling me Misao-chan and we have a deal gramps. I'm an adult now and you have to get used to that." Misao's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as she was wrapped up in a bear hug, a million yes's being shouted from Okina was her answer. She sighed in defeat looking down at the address, her eyebrow raising at silently wanting to know how in seven hells did her grandfather get this job. She was heading for the richest estate in all of Tokyo after all. The suburb was locally known as 'snobville' to all the common folk, they all knowing the streets were lined with large emaculate mansions and spoilt kids who wouldn't know what real or hard work was even if it bit them in the ass! She shrugged her shoulders gathering her things together and then she was away…heading for the Shinomori Mansion.

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(Shinomori Residence)

Beshimi was busying himself with raking the autumn leaves into a pile ready to dispose of them. The gods were not smiling upon him, as he gasped in horror watching a motorcycle head towards one of his piles and zoomed passed, the leaves flying everywhere, his eyes narrowing in anger as he turned around to glare at the person on the bike. He watched silently as the leather clad person got off. Their foot brought down the stand to hold up the motorcycle and headed towards the large wooden doors of the mansion, they not taking off there helmet at all. Beshimi watched slightly mystified as the motorcyclist fisted their hand and banged on the door not even noticing the doorbell which could have been used. He shook his head knowing that their Master would be back this afternoon and he didn't wish to receive one of his talks for slacking off on his job. That's the last thing he wanted.

"May I help you?" Hannya spoke as he stood looking at the helmet clad Misao. He watched the person fish through a pocket and pulled out one of the business cards and then proceeded to talk and take off the helmet at the same time.

"I'm here to fix up your car. I'm from Okina's Mechanical Service." Blue eyes blinked up at wide and quite shocked dark ones.

"You…you are a woman." He muttered almost astonished to see one before him. Misao looked behind her and then back at the older man, her left hand resting on her hip as her right held her deep red helmet.

"You have a problem with that?" Hannya stared down into ocean blue eyes…angry ones for that matter, as though he were insulting her for being a woman and being a female mechanic at that. He shook his head and walked outside and headed for the large garage, the young woman falling into step with him.

"So what seems to be the problem with your car?" Misao asked while walking beside the tall man in the dark blue suit.

"It is not my car young lady, it happens to belong to my Master, but it is not just one car…but…"

"Holy Shit!" Misao exclaimed as she walked into the garage to see the Rolls Royce, Ferrari, Jaguar and Limousine. Hannya stared silently at the woman, her eyes sparkling as she moved closer, her gloved hand moving over the silver paint of the limousine. He watched as she 'popped' the hood and leaned over checking the engine out. He listened to her 'oooooh' and 'aaaaah' over the engine and then she stood up looking around the garage and then walked towards the still boxed tools used to fix the cars.

"You best tell your 'Master' as you put it that I don't know how long this will take. Just from looking at the limo, there is some battery acid leaking, which is not good. I'll have to do complete overhauls on all cars and it depends on whether we have the parts supplied if the cars need any, which I know they will. This could take anywhere from a few days to a few weeks."

"Money is no object Madam. I am sure you have already worked that out. We wish the cars to be working in perfect order and for you to explain to our Master what seems to be the problem with them okay?" Hannya watched her shrug her shoulders as she began gathering some tools together.

"Look were I come from, there is no need to call me madam, the name is Misao okay? And furthermore is there a wash room around here that I can use while I'm working and where's this Master of yours?" Hannya's eyebrow rose at the young woman as she made her way towards the car, her boots clunking heavily on the floor as she did so.

"Master happens to be out of the city for the morning. He'll be back in the afternoon and I'll request that you wish to see him when he gets back. As for your washroom it is just through that door over there and you may call me Hannya. If you need anything just pick up the phone and I'll see what I can do about it." Misao watched as he swiftly turned around heading for the exit to leave her alone so she can work.

"Um…thanks…" Misao mumbled and stripped out of her leather pants and jacket and quickly placed on her extremely worn overalls. She took off her sunglasses and placed them on a nearby bench. She pulled a slightly faded deep red baseball cap from the right pocket and placed it on her head, her long braid concealed underneath. Her motorcycle riding boots were gone and replaced with steel cap black ones as she turned to face the four cars. A bright smile crossed her lips as she eyed them off.

"Come to mama…" Misao whispered to herself and set to work on bringing over what she needed as she started on the limousine first. She couldn't wait to brag to Sano about where she was working…and what she was working on as well.

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To be continued…

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