Sorry for letting Cold hands go on hiatus… I suppose I just don't know where the heck the story is going… yeh, I didn't plan out anything… uh… so it probably won't be back anytime soon, but if you have an idea or anything, please tell me in a message or review, I'll always answer to my reviewers :D... on the 2nd thought, mayb i'll get 2 more chps of cold hands out... ok. I will. prolly very slowly though XD

Moving on…

so. A modern fic about Cross x OC. I'm kinda building this towards this one awesome chapter I wrote quite a while ago, so this plot is prolly gonna go pretty fast, eh? Review and everything so I know what you think

Kk

So the story feature sex, violence(?)… I supposes its just language for this chapter though.

Hikari Black loves her job. It's fun, challenging and interesting. It's fun to work under Anita-sama, the beautiful Chinese woman, challenging to reach the customer's needs and interesting to see the aftermaths of the drunkards swaying round.

Well, can you guess?

Yeah, she worked at a hostess club. She did bartending.

But she was sixteen.

It was legal to work, but not allowed. Not in one of the top schools in Tokyo, Black Order. It was hard to balance her school work and hostess club times. It was especially since she had to get top grades to stay in the school, but she managed. It was fun, plus, she needs the money. Her dad just ran off a year ago leaving her nothing but a debts and a house that she hated. She was going to show her dipshit of a father that she didn't need him, and that she didn't need HIS financial support to continue in the top schools. Hikari could do just fine.

Anyway, back on to her job.

She had started this bartending stuff few months back, and she was pretty good at it. Most salary men didn't give a shit what they drank as long as it got them wasted. That was normally beer. And sometimes there came a rare shot of whiskey; a more sophisticated salary man, but a sophisticated salary man was still a salary man. She had never ever made a Bloody Mary or even a Martini for a customer. Nu uh, not even once.

At two-forty five, a man with a mane of fiery red hair came in. This surprised Hikari, since one, it was late, and two, the guy was not wasted, but quite sober. It was unusual to see a guy still sober at this time… but then again this was the red light district, and anything can happen here.

The man waved the menu of hostesses away as it was presented to him and took a seat at the snack bar.

The snack bar was never used, so Anita-sama had got Hikari to be positioned there. Shit. Was she expected to flirt with this guy?

The man reached inside his heavy coat and pulled out a smoke. As a habit, Hikari immediately lit it, before it even reached his lips. He took a deep draw of the cigarette, and breathed out. Even through the smoke, Hikari could feel his eyes boring to the back of her head as she turned round to get a cup ready. She kept her head down determinedly.

"They train you well." His voice was silky and deep.

"I wasn't trained here." (But by the strict equiette class at Black order.)

"I see. They don't train kids?"

That struck a nerve.

Her head shot up, turned round sharply. Her tongue ready to shoot out some viscous comment, but at the look of amusement etched across his face, her anger subsided, and she only managed a soft grunt of annoyance.

A deep chuckle rolled off smoothly from the bottom of his throat and reached her ears.

"Let's see if they've got a good bartender then, shall we?"

Hikari flicked a piece of auburn hair over her shoulder and gazed at him through the top of her eyelashes.

"They do. What drink Mr…?"

"Cross Marian, anything you can conjure up Ms…ah… Black."

A look of confusion crossed her face. How had he known her name? She didn't adorn a name tag like the hostesses, so there shouldn't be a reason that he should have known. She shrugged it off as she prepared a glass for the customer.

Of course, if she followed her set of rules she should have gotten him a simple shot of whisky…but she didn't.

She got out a shaking cup and poured in a generous mix of vodka and tomato juice as the base. She added a dash of lemon and bit of Tabasco and ice letting her hands moving smoothly over the ingredients and picking out what she wanted to. She made a show of screwing the lid on tightly before shaking it. Not so much that there were air bubbles, but enough to mix the drink. Hikari did a fancy twirl of the mixture before unscrewing the lid and tipping the Bloody Mary into the delicate alcohol glass before affixing a lime wedge onto the edge. She placed the glass in front of the classy looking man.

Hikari half expected the man to give her an incredulous look and push the glass away. She expected the man to ask for a beer, or a whisky.

He merely picked up the glass and swirled it several times before sipping it gently.

He smiled. "How did you know my favorite's Bloody Mary?"

"How did you know my name?" She countered.

Cross chuckled, and bent over to whisper into her ear.

What she heard made her blood freeze.

"I'm your new teacher Hikari Black. I'm supposed to be checking if you've been breaking school rules."