Velvet

[orihime]

[Date]November 2007
[How long ago] Last winter, seven months ago...
[Who] Orihime Isae, Masinori Moriyama

"I'd like to sit outside!" Sigh said cheerily. The waiter almost gave her a funny look, but shook it off as though his day were too long already. She sat down in one of the wirey chairs outside of the small café. The town was pretty picturesque and cute. She half expected to see a fancy Victorian lady with a white wig strolling past, but no such luck. I should get a wig like that, she thought to herself. The waiter brought out a hot cocoa and set it down, quickly returning to the warmth inside. Sigh stirred her hot cocoa with a lollipop, attracted one or two stray glances from passersby, but ignored them. "What a silly boring village!" She said, sulking. “hotondo kasugimasu…” She muttered to herself. She took a sip of her warm sweet drink and then set it back down, stirring it with the lolli to sweeten it even more. Then she glanced up into the frosted windows of the café and saw something much sweeter than chocolate.

“Ooooh.” She cooed putting her hands on the table and leaning forwards. A flake of snow hit her nose and melted away from the warmth emanating from her body. She averted her gaze and looked up at the sky. It was dreadfully cold out, and as fun as snow could be, she really ought to go inside where it was warm. She picked up her little coffee mug and carried it with her inside. “Changed your mind?” The waiter smirked. “I’m entitled to, ne?” She shot back and batted her eyelashes. “Hmmm.” She thought loudly and sat at the table directly next to the man’s that she had been watching from outside. She set her drink down and unbuttoned her velvet coat, i22.ebayimg.com/08/i/000/ca/82/40e6_1_bo.JPG daintily slipping it off and over her chair to reveal a dress that it was probably much too cold out to be wearing. i18.ebayimg.com/05/i/000/e7/12/cc9b_1.JPG

She stretched her bare arms out over the table to pick up her cocoa, and sat with her knees knocked together sipping it and shamelessly eyeing him from only a few feet away. He was drinking something warm as well and looking positively miserable. That’s why she came inside really. The look of him hunched over with a cigarette in his hand and his hand to his forehead was positively brooding. “Sonna koto o shite wa komarimasu.” (you distress me by doing such a thing) He said putting his hands down on the table. “Shikata ga nai!” She said. (it cannot be helped) “Play with me?” She asked sweetly and giggled. She could’ve commanded him to do so, but it was fun to see his reaction, so she didn’t. She leaned over the table towards him as she said it, wide eyed and hands folded. “Oh! Hajimemashite, watashi wa Isae Orihime.” She held out her hand so he’d have to stand up and come to her.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masinori sipped a black clove tea, trying to cheer himself up but knowing it wouldn’t work. It was late, dark out of course, his favorite time to be awake, and he had just finished up at work. His body was tired so the clove would possibly help to numb him a little, he hoped. Slaving all day for a meager paycheck, it wasn’t worth it, but it was necessary. Sometimes it was so overbearing he thought he’d implode on the spot. He was wearing a black wool tench coat and bondage pants that were thick stripes of dark grey, dark red, and black. His hair was long and black with longer streaks of dark red randomly scattered. Perhaps if he hadn’t so many color hair styles, outfits, and tattoos, he would’ve been able to obtain a better job. Working in a clothing store in Marseille was cool at first, but all of the pretentious snobs that shopped there got tired very quickly. As well as the low pay.

A long while passed and snow began to drift down from the sky. He groaned, thinking of his motorcycle getting wet again. The poor thing. He swirled his cup of tea around as someone entered and sat down at the table next to him. He could feel her eyes on him of course, but tried his best to ignore her. He didn’t even look up to see if it was someone he knew, and he knew a lot of girls in these parts. Precisely why he didn’t look up. He’d probably look up to find a why didn’t you call? or something of that nature. He wasn’t a bad guy, a shameless flirt at times, but mainly he just knew what people were about. They didn’t really want him to call, but they sure were convinced otherwise. Her eyes seemed to bore into him and finally he took a long drag of his smoke and looked up. He was slightly surprised to see a very Japanese girl sitting there, did he know her? No. “Sonna koto o shite wa komarimasu.” He said tiredly.

She was pleased at hearing him speak Japanese and responded that it couldn’t be helped. Somehow he doubted that. “Play with me?” She asked and giggled like a little girl. He kept a straight face, but inwardly rolled his eyes. She was one of those girls, obviously judging from her clothing, he should’ve guessed. It was nice clothing, but it always came with a giggling girl that wasn’t as nice. The sound of girls giggling made Masi’s blood boil somewhat. “Sonna koto ga ariuru hazu ga nai.” He said as she introduced herself. She immediately whined out a “why”. “Tsukareta.” He said simply and drank his tea again without looking at her. He was pretty sure that wouldn’t be the end of it though. She seemed like an odd persistent sort of girl that didn’t like being told no. And Masi was almost always right about people.