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[hells_koroshiya]

Who: Yuiri Thesyoen and Yuber Koroshiya
What: Yuber decides to take Yuiri out for the day....
When: In the early afternoon.
Where: On the streets of PGC and SoMa apartment complex.
Warnings: None.

Pushing back damp sweaty locks, urgency pressed on him a blanket, suffocating him. He swore viciously at his enemy that was time and glanced fretfully at his watch, less then two minutes. Dashing down the corridor, his hand drifted beneath the folds of his jacket and wrapped around the cool and hard surface that was unsurprisingly comfortable to him. As he reached his targeted location, he sucked in a deep breath and straightened the lapels of his collar, no use appearing unkempt. Brushing back his elegant strands of hair and tucking them behind on ear, he straightened his favorite black hat and reassesed his grip on his firm weapon, glancing at his watch, he smiled. Show time.

He was late. Yuiri mused. Not by much, maybe five minutes. She shook her head, he didn't seem to be one who would be late often. Standing, she subconciously tugged her shirt down again, feeling very self aware in her current state. Dressed in the only blouse she had, it was black in color with a lace collar and ornate sleeves, she shivered and ridiculed the makers of such impractical clothing. Her only skirt, a khaki colored one fell only to her knees in length and she had her sneakers on, drawing the line at the skirt and blouse. Her hair was also tied up in the usual fashion and she was standing by the door, tapping her foot. Glancing back at the clock, she decided she'd go outside and wait and opened the apartment door, praying no one would think to ask her about her ungainly appearance, stepping out she searched her pockets for her keys.

Yuber smiled from the shadows which concealed him as the target appeared and moved in quickly, bringing an arm forward, he snaked it around her waist, pulling her close and brought the hand which clenched the hard object and thrust it up beneath her chin.
"Are you prepared?" He whispered in his soft voice, smiling villainously.

Biting back a surprised yelp, she found herself blushing but oddly grateful that Yuber was warm and therefore by pulling her in, was in turn making her warm.
"No!" She snapped, not really angry, but mildly irritated, and blinked in surprise when she saw what was in front of her nose.

Smiling Yuber offered her the bouquet as he released her and appraised her appearance. Mismatched eyes drinking in her feminine appearance, he raised an elegant eyebrow wondering how on Earth he could have mistaken her for a male with that waistline.
"I thought I requested you come looking as femininely elegant as possible?" He asked teasingly.

"Flowers?" She said as confusion shot over her face. He had brought her... flowers?
What in the nine hells? Still blinking at him stupidly, before she gingerly took the flowers and glanced them over.
"What kind are they?" She asked still confused as she fingered them and inhaled their scent, and mused silently that while they smelled nice, they also smelled like Yuber.
That brought a frown to her face, that she should know what he smelt like.
This was becoming perilously close to obsessive-compuslive-disorder.
Hearing his next statement brought another round of blushes to her face.
"I did." She mumbled abashed. "These are really the only feminine clothes I have."

"The Japanese call them ayame." He said quietly. "Irises." He remarked with a mild smile and bowed low, and without waiting for her consent, took her hand in his and led her down the stairs.
"You're joking." His voice cut through like a knife. His eyes disbelieving as he glanced her over again. "It's nice, but hardly elegant. I think this now proposes I take you shopping." He declared calmly.

"Oh." Yuiri replied, not really knowing what else she could say. She brought them to her face and inhaled their scent again, smiling that the scent of cinnamon and soap still lingered. When he took her hand, she raised her eyebrow, questioning him, and turned scarlet when he bowed and took her hand.
"What do you think you're doing!" She snapped, trying to mask her embaressment. "And no, we are not going shopping!"

Yuber smiled inwardly when he discovered he rather liked that shading of her complexion and wondered how many more times today he could make her turn it.
"I am acting as an escort should Yuiri. And I did not propose that as a suggestion, there is no debate about this." He said firmly as he led her out of the shabby building, ignoring the questioning look the deskman shot them both. Opening the door for them both and motioned to his car, a silver mercedes today, and smiled mildly.
"Coming?"

Snapping her mouth shut on an angry retort, she decided she was going to put something VERY squishy in his food or something. When he held open the door, she had to resist the urge to run back up the stairs like the bats of hell were chasing her, and instead took a deep breath as she marched through.
"Yes." And then she had to ogle his car, having spent a good number of her years with boys whose favorite pastime was to read Car and Driver, she knew how expensive a car this was and she stared at him confused.

Walking her down to his car, he opened the passenger seat door for her, and blinked at her confused gaze, and decided to ask about it once they were in the car.
"Well unfortunately it seems I was very rude earlier, you do look nice Yuiri." He said with a charming smile.

His charm, unfortunately she was not resistant to. He must have spent a lifetime and a half perfecting that easy going grin.
"And I'm sure you mean that." She deadpanned as she stepped into the car, and against her better judgement, murmured a hesitant 'thank you' as she settled onto the leather seats and sighed.

Murmuring a complimentary 'you're welcome' he closed the door and went over to his side. Opening the door and entering the vehicle himself, he smiled at Yuiri and reached over to pluck out her the ornament which held up her hair, and placing that onto her lap, he finger combed her hair and let it fall nicely onto her shoulders and smiled teasingly at her.
"Now I am positive I meant it. And what was with that confused look you gave me earlier?" He asked with a smirk.

She flushed furiously once again when he styled her hair, conciously supressing the urge to grab his hand and break a finger or two. It would certainly make her feel better.
"I wish you hadn't done that. I look disgusting with my hair down." She muttered as she fingered a stray lock, feeling now very low in the self-esteem pool.
"Oh. That. I was just confused why someone who supposedly should be inconspicuous and try to blend in would have such a fancy car." She muttered absently.

Yuber resisted the overwhemling urge to push a lock of hair behind her ear and instead busied himself by putting on his seatbelt and bringing the engine to life.
"Hardly, who told you that?" He asked restraining an annoyed glare as he maneuvered the vehicle out of the parking space.
"And as for the car..." He shrugged and gave her a mischievious grin. "I like to go fast, I try to blend in though."

"...a friend." She said quietly, refusing to elaborate and sighed as she pushed her hair pin into one of her pockets. As she quickly pulled on her own seatbelt, she realized that she was sitting like she would if she had jeans and quickly pressed her legs together, turning red again.
God she hated skirts.
Listening to his answer, she couldn't help but snort.
"You fail at that. Miserably I might add." She said, before she realized she was actually teasing him.

"Not much of a friend, in my opinion anyway." Yuber commented, seeing the hard glance in her eyes and deciding not to press further. When he saw her turn red all of a sudden, he couldn't help but wonder why, and movement to her legs brought his glance in their direction, before he quickly glanced back at the road, biting back a smile.
She really did have trouble being a girl.
"Really?" He asked, if for nothing more than making conversation, when he realized this was the first time she had spoken to him today without anger or stoicism, she had answered him with a humorous tone, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well I suppose my plans for an elegant lunch will have to wait till another day. In the meantime then, may I suggest a quiet little seafood restaurant in the north end of the city?" He asked mildly, and found with amazement he was starting to relax as the tension ebbed from his shoulders.
He was actually enjoying himself, gods forbid.
With a sigh he fished through the panels on the dashboard, and finding his sunglasses, perched them on top of his nose, if only to cover his eyes and emotions more than anything else.

"I hate seafood." The comment was out of her mouth before she realized it and she went red again.
Lord she was going to be red as a tomato before the day was over.
"Sorry, it's not my choice." She hastily apologised, before wondering why she was apologising.

He laughed, a sharp bark of laughter that was filled with good humor at the bluntness of her comment.
"No need to apologise..." He replied, still chuckling. "That is a very interesting statement, may I ask why?" He asked still smiling and looking very amused.

He looked like a goddamn runway model, Yuiri noted absently. When he smiled like that and chuckled, she shook her head and scolded herself for thinking such things, it was ridiculous.
"... I dunno, seafood just really makes me... sick." She commented idly. "I don't do well with ships either, which is odd because I like marine biology." She was suddenly quiet, realizing she was revealing too much.
He was too easy to talk to, in his fabricade of lies, she decided.
His cheerful appearance made him seem trustworthy, probably what got many men dead in his profession.

He laughed again, the image of her green and hung over a railing too amusing to ignore.
"Alright, no seafood. What would you like to eat then?"

She thought for a moment, then shook her head and sighed.
"I'm not really hungry right now..." She whisped quietly, looking very self concious as she realized that if she tried to eat anything at this point, it would come straight back up. Her nerves were pratling her.

"Hm. You should eat more." Yuber stated calmly, the humor ebbing from their conversation as he made a last minute decision and cut across two lines to take a right, ignoring the honks of annoyed drivers.

"Why?" Yuiri asked mildly before she suddenly yelped.
"Are you insane?!" She demanded twisting in her seat to glance behind the vehicle, her eyes wide. "I don't drive that much and I would never do that!"

"Yuiri, this may surprise you, but I have never had an accident in a car in my life, not even parking tickets." He said mildly, switching lanes, but signaling this time as he swung around into a parking lot.
"And in regards to food, you're too skinny. You put models to shame on starvation right now." He commented as he glanced around for a parking spot.

"Probably because you kill every judge who tries to fine you for one right?" Yuiri muttered darkly as she settled into her seat again and shook her head.
"What are you talking about? What do you mean skinny?" She demanded brusquely.

"Right." Yuber chuckled and took the closest spot to the elevator, which was a handicap zone, and shifted into park. Unclicking his seatbelt he smiled at her.
"You can put the flowers in the back seat, they'll be fine, irises live long." He said as he reached over and popped open the glove compartment, plucking out a handicap sign and hanging it on his mirror. That accomplish, he opened his door and walked around to open hers.

Thinking better than to ask why he had a handicap hanger, she sighed and hastily complied to do so as unbuckled her seatbelt, turning to open her door, she found with annoyance he was already there, holding it open. A few more times of this and she would be spoiled insanely.
Wait- why was she envisioning spending time to get to know him...?
... probably because he was the first friend she had had in over a year.
Wait- why was she calling him a friend?
"So, where are we?" Yuiri asked as she stepped out of the car to mask her thoughts, and shivered as the cold wind bit into her and she swore inwardly for not getting a jacket.

Sighing, Yuber shut the door to the car, and peeled off his designer label black jacket and dumped it around her shoulders.
"A mall, its shops are adequate for what I have in mind." He said calmly as he steered her towards the elevator.

"What are you...?" She trailed off and fingered the unusually soft fabric, blinking as warmth engulfed her. About to protest, she snapped her mouth shut and sighed, it would do no good to argue, she knew.
"And what precisely do you have in mind?" She questioned, her tone laced with suspicion.

Yuber chuckled as they entered the elevator and he pressed the button for the first floor.
"Girl clothe shopping, remember?" He asked calmly as the elevator lurched upwards. He sighed and fidgeted, he hated elevators, only two exits. It made him feel trapped.

"No." She deadpanned, treating him to one of her best glares as she stiffened and supressed a horde of sharp biting remarks. "I have no money anyway." She said as quietly as possible.

"Well I wasn't thinking of making you pay in any case." Yuber commented as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, sighing in relief inside his mind, he towed her out of the metal tin box and towards the first suitable designer store he saw.

She squawked her outrage and dug her heels into the floor, refusing to go.
"You are not paying for me!" She squeaked indignantly, and flushed red when she realized other people were staring.

"Yuiri, don't be difficult." Yuber said reasonably, at least, he thought he was being reasonable. "You need an updated wardrobe." He explained, and tired of fussing with her, stopped, turned around, and simply picked her up bridal style and carted her into the store.

"I do no- hey!" She yelped as she once again blushed furiously. "Put me down! Yuber!" She yelled angrily and her cheeks were bright with humiliation.
Though some part, and she would never admit, enjoyed the attention.
'How pathetic.' A little corner in the back of her mind mused.

Entering the shop, he immediately went up to the clerk behind the desk and smiled, ignoring the flailing female in his arms.
"Can you please direct me your ladies section?" He asked mildly, before turning his gaze on Yuiri and smiling. "Keep this up and the entire store will see why you don't wear skirts often." He then turned back to the clerk. "And do you have change rooms?" The clerk nodded and smiled a little uncertaintly at the whole situation, but perked up when he flashed her his brilliant smile.
"Yes sir... right that way. And the whole store is a ladies section really..." She said quietly and Yuber gave her another smile of thanks before moving towards the skirt section.

She quieted down and heaved a sigh, listening to the whole exchange.
She should just run away... yea right, he'd probably catch up to her in an instant.
"Why do you insist on this?" She asked with a befuddled tone. "And I'll stop trying to be difficult, can you put me down now?" She muttered.

Yuber smiled galliantly at her and set her onto her feet.
"Because as I said before, I like you. And I have so few friends, I might as well do something nice for you." He said calmly, before pausing.
Friend.
He had just called her that.
Gods curse it, she was too easy to get close to...
".... Yuiri, maybe I will be honest. I should stay away from you, certainly. I'm a very dangerous man to be around." He said calmly and began to search through the racks, keeping his face stone smooth.

She was quiet as she suddenly placed her hand on his arm and stared at him with questioning eyes, before looking away.
"... I know." Her voice was devoid of any emotion as she wrestled with conflicting emotions.
"... am I stupid then? That I know I shouldn't be near you, know I should leave now and never look back... but still want to know you? Want to see how you think and... to know how you're going to spend the rest of your life?" She murmured, her cheeks flaming red as she felt embaressment at her words.

Yuber sighed.
"... yes, it is stupid, but aren't we all? Is all of mankind just... ridiculously moronic?" He asked, a rhetorical question really, and a sneer painted his lips.
"Humanity is just so honestly disgusting..." Yet before he could finish that sentence, his pager buzzed, glancing at it with irritation, he pulled the beeper from his pocket and glanced at it, before sighing.
"Duty calls." He muttered and stashed it back in his pocket, before grabbing two other objects out.
One was a credit card, the other a cell phone.
"For you, use the card to buy whatever you want, $9000 spending limit. The cell phone has my number programmed onto it, I'm forking the bill. Use it whenever you need. If you need a ride, call the second number programmed, the chaufer's name is Kyle, I'm sorry I couldn't drive you back." He dumped both objects in her hand, and smiled.
"I won't be around for a while, so stay tight and I'll see you later." Pressing his thumb against her chin, he smiled sadly at her.
"And I really should stay away from you." He whispered as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, then dissapeared, walking quickly out of the store.

She was stunned, and before she could turn down the offer, he was gone, pressing numb fingers to the spot he had kissed, she blinked.
What had that been about? Glancing at the objects in her hand, she also realized he had left her his coat.
She pondered it for a while... then after some browsing, bought three very soft and feminine shirts and two knee length skirts.
Forgoing the chaufer option, she walked home, and when she did, as she walked into her apartment, she found the irises she had left in his car on the table in a crystal vase.
Be safe.
Was a card tucked beneath the vase's corner, and she picked the card up, pondering for a long time.