WIP - "Theme 15" Blue
second part of "blue"
I know this drabble makes no sense, but it's all a buildup to something.
--------> Electric Blue [drabble #1 of "Blue" miniseries]
Like most major cities in the world, pollution had reduced nature’s part in deciding Tokyo’s daily weather to the point where the weather forecast seemed to be controlled by a man on crack and the weather by a bitch on permanent PMS (Actually, the weather condition noticably dropped whenever Akako got angry with her various boyfriends, though Aoko chose to ignore that fact).
Little droplets of water readily stained her ankles as she hurried along through the puddles to her workplace. The sky was drenched in a shabby carpet of grey-plum coloured clouds, omnimous and far stretching. What, she wondered, had prompted to get there by feet? Fog hung to whereever there was air, dew clung to whereever there was surface, and the paved cement sunk several shades darker as water continuosly seeped in. There was no rain, but there was enough wetness caught by various odd-shaped ceilings that Aoko found herself very nearly doused through by the time she finally passed through the large glass doors to the law firm she worked at.
She looked like a drowned rat. Everyone was staring.
Embarrassed, Aoko hastened her normally leisurely walk from the front doors to the employee’s only elevator, cutting out her usual friendly morning comments like “Morning Kudo-kun!” and “Gosh, I need a coffee, mind getting that for me, Suzuki-san? Ple-ease?”. Granted, Kudo-kun and Suzuki-san were probably staring at her at that moment, snickering at her wet black locks and sodden suit.
She shivered from the air conditioning (In late October, no less!), wrapping her arms around herself.
So intent on getting to the elevator she didn’t notice the very concerned Kudo-kun standing in front of her way. She almost ran into him, like some messed up romance shoujo manga, if not for the two large, strong hands that grasped her forearms and stopped her in her path.
She looked up.
This was why she didn’t want to talk to Kudo-kun. He always made her blush like crazy. His eyes were a brilliant, electric blue (don’t they remind you of someone else’s? -her traitorous mind whispers). Just having him looking at her made her all jumpy and warm. If it wasn’t for his adamant to his fangirls on the basis of him having a girlfriend already, Aoko suspected she would have asked him out a few times (or join his fanclub and start stalking-whichever came first).
“Are you alright, Nakamori-san?” He finally asked after a moment of silence.
“Y-yes!” She stammered quickly, her face flushing red at the thought that she might have been staring for a second too long, “I’m fine!”
Kudo-kun opened his mouth to speak, but someone behind him interrupted.
“You should bring an umbrella when you leave the house.”
Aoko blinked and looked up. Behind Kudo-kun stood the new recruit. She had heard a lot about him, about how handsome and gorgeous he was, about his streak for adrenaline and his humourous personality.
(Supposedly, he was great with a gun. But everyone here was great with a gun.)
Now, staring at him, he appeared intimidating and frightening to her. Though he was the same height and size as Kudo-kun, there was something in his gaze that made her back away a little.
“Kaito.” Kudo-kun said with a reprimanding tone. Did they not like eachother? Aoko wondered. But no-he had used his first name, Kaito, which was a common name enough name that she had long learned to ignore and not react to.
Nobody spoke for a moment. Kudo-kun was was too bust looking disapproving, Aoko was confused as to what to say to break the silence, and the new recruit stayed still, looking cold and emotionless.
There was a type of tension in the air that she didn’t know the orgin of, but it disspated suddenly when he held out his hand for her to shake.
“Takahashi Kaito!” He introduced himself with a sudden grin. Aoko tentatively put her hand into his, marveling at how warm and perfect they fit, “Sorry about my bad manners! But honestly, you should bring an umbrella the next time you leave the house.”
She pulled her hand back. It immediately chilled.
“I’m a little forgetful sometimes. I didn’t remember to bring it.” She explained.
Was that her imagination, or did his demeanor suddenly shoot down fifty degrees?
“A woman like you shouldn’t have forgotten her umbrella.”
“A woman... Like me?” She asked, confused. Kudo-kun coughed loudly for their attention. Aoko blinked and turned, glad for the interruption.
“Nakamori-san, here’s a coffee. You must be cold.” Aoko thanked him graciously when he handed her his personal coffee mug, the air immediately heavy with the scent of black coffee. She blushed prettily, almost forgetting the prescence of the man next to her, “It’s almost eight-thirty, Nakamori-san. Isn’t the twenty-third floor controlled by keycard?”
Her eyes widened. She was going to be late!
With a quick smile and thanks to Kudo-kun, and a less then enthusiastic “Ja-ne” at Takahashi (he was weird), Aoko hurried towards the elevator. When she turned back they were gone.
‘What a nice man that Kudo-kun is’, was her first thought as she fingered his coffee coffee. But the gentle smile on her face it was quickly replaced with a frown. Since when was anyone who worked here “nice”?
Remembering this, Aoko snaps a Tokarev onto her holster the minute she enters her cubicle, and dumps the coffee in the sink.