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Chapter Three . Social
- Sanity through Madness
I'm not sure if I paticularly like this chapter... But it might just be me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Ah, no, Akiyama-sama. The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for your generous invitation."
"Thank you for coming, Shirogane-san. And for bringing such a lovely escort... Though how you persuaded her agent to let her within twenty yards of me, I'll never know." A deep, hearty laugh, and Akiyama Hoshi nodded his head towards Zakuro.
"...He didn't need to, Akiyama-san. I am fully capable of making my own decisions."
"Of course, Fujiwara-san. Of all the flowers in Japan, I dislike to think that one of the most lovely is not in my greenhouse... But, what's done is done. Be off - enjoy yourself. I'd like to have a few words with your charming date."
Ryou didn't even need to look at Zakuro to tell that the brush-off she had just gotten was very close to gaslighting her temper. "Zakuro, be a dear, and let the two of us talk. I'm sure buisness matters are of little interest to you, aren't they?" He finally said, turning his head slightly, to glance at his 'date', his eyes rather expressionless.
Zakuro would have contested that, but she only looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding demurely. "How right you are, Ryou-kun." And after that, she bowed her head to the two of them, and sauntered off.
Akiyama Hoshi had been very interested in that little exchange, and took careful note of her use of familiar ending with his potential buisness partner. If it was as it seemed, it could be the start of a promising venture... Money, power, and one of Japan's loveliest, if he could finagle a deal with Shirogane. ...easy as cake. "It's good to see young people enjoying themselves. How long have you known Fujiwara-san?"
"Ah, almost three years."
"And you've managed to keep it out of the tabloids? You must share your secrets; I'm sure quite a few of my girls would be...fascinated to hear your words of wisdom."
"Hardly, Akiyama-san. Zakuro-san and I have been but friends. This would be our first time out, on what could be called a date."
"Congratulations to you both, then! Now, I suppose you're wondering why I sent an invitation to you..."
"Not really. People usually only want one thing from me: some of the Shirogane money."
A nervous laugh. "I hope that's not the only reason why you think I invited you here tonight?"
"For the most part."
"Actually, I'd like to discuss a buisness venture with you... Would you be so kind as to step into my office...?"
* * * * *
"Oh, girls, I see someone I know you'd like to meet. Just wait a moment..."
"Sure thing."
"If you insist."
"Just come back! All the guys were staring at you, and if you leave, we're just a bunch of girls!"
"Trust me, there'll be more staring when I bring her over."
With that, Fusaiyuki Asuka managed to disengage herself from the other three girls, and began to slid effortlessly through the thick crowd. She was remarkably pretty, for a quarter-gaijin; her grandmother had been European. Pixie-cut hair, usually a dark blonde, though lightened for photogenic purpose, left the bangs to drift in front of thickly-lashed eyes, of an entrancing jade hue. To her disadvantage in the modelling world, she was built a bit more solidly than her Japanese counterparts, but it meant she could pull off many more fashions, and do them justice. A simple black sheath, with a line of spring-green ivy going down the left side, was stunning and elegant. But even she knew she was being outclassed, tonight - and by a guest, even. "Fujiwara-san!"
Zakuro turned, a look of momentary confusion in her dark eyes, before she smiled, and changed her course, going over to greet Asuka. "Asuka! I was expecting to see you here."
"Oh, the honor is ours. Come! I want you to meet the girls I was telling you about!"
A minute later, Zakuro was suddenly trapped with a gaggle of talkative, awestruck women.
"Girls, meet Fujiwara Zakuro. Zakuro, meet Haitani Eri," A small brunette smiled brightly, a distinct twinkle in her large brown eyes. "Kohaku Takimiko," A dark-haired girl nodded, her dark blue eyes respectful. "And Hyuga Saiyo." A petite blonde perked up at that, grinning broadly in Zakuro's direction.
"Nice to meet you, Fujiwara-san."
"Please, call me Zakuro, Eri-san."
"Only if you call me Eri, and not Eri-chan or Eri-san."
"...deal."
"It's Kimi, please."
"And I'm just Saiyo. Only so many ways to mangle my name, and I don't paticularly care how you do it."
"Eri, Kimi, Saiyo, it's a pleasure to meet you all."
"Love the dress, by the way. Then again, you'd look good in a paper bag, wouldn't you?"
"Saiyo! Be nice; I told Zakuro you were cool." Asuka said, a little sharply.
"It's all right. She...reminds me of someone."
"Oh? Who's that?"
"Just a friend of mine. She's a dancer, and you're a lot like her, Saiyo."
"What's her name?"
"I'm not sure if any of you have heard of her... Aizawa Minto?"
"Oh, what form she has!"
That comment resulted in everyone staring, for a moment, at Eri. She only shrugged. "What? She can definitely make it as a professional."
After that, the conversation became light and easy, as the five girls found a common ground.
* * * * *
Ryou was staring, with sick fascination, at the thing trapped in a small glass jar.
Definitely a parasite anima.
"So, Akiyama-san... You say these things can give a different sort of power to animals?"
"Not only animals... But if they fuse with a human... Untold possibilities."
"...interesting." They finally have a type that can fuse with a human? Shit.
Hoshi turned away, to put the jar back into his office safe, when a sudden shriek startled him, and his wrist impacted against the side of the safe, knocking the jar from his hand.
Ryou could only watch, with a sick fascination, as the jar tumbled, falling, before shattering on the hardwood floor.
As though revitalized, the anima hovered up, contrasting sharply with the air around it, as it seemed torn between the two potential hosts. Then, seeming to make up its mind, it floated towards Hoshi, and instantly fused with his human DNA, and suddenly, Akiyama Hoshi was no more.
Ryou backpedaled, moving away from the monstrous fusion, before hitting a specific button on his pager.
Out in orbit, a satellite recieved the signal, and transmitted something back down, in almost the same spot.
* * * * *
"Just remember, Zakuro-san. When the pendant gets hot."
"Easy enough. Thank you, Keiichiro-san."
A hand twitched, before moving up, and pulling the pendant away from her chest. It was warm, all of a sudden, and getting hot. Realization set in, and she dropped it. "I'm sorry, I have to go."
In the midst of confusion that her sudden farewell brought her, she slipped off, and in the direction of the offices.
Ryou's in trouble.
Once out of sight, around the first corner, she stopped, and focused.
Mew Mew Zakuro Metamorpho-sis!
A flash of light. Zakuro's hair shifted to a lighter shade of violet, and a pair of ears sprouted from her head. A thick ribbon-style choker went around the slender column of her neck, an oval-shaped pendant hanging into the hollow of her throat. Her dress disappeared, only to be replaced by a dark maroon bustier, with a light pink trim. Two bands appeared, on each arm, along the upper arm, and at the wrist. A miniskirt, of like coloring, materialized around her slender hips. A proportional tail jutted from behind, wolflike in its appearence. A garter appeared in the middle of her left thigh. And, lastly, the boots traversed her long legs, ending about an inch beneath the garter.
A cross-shaped hilt found its way into her hand, though her grip on it was minimal, as her head cocked to the side, and one of her ears twitched. Ah, there.
She started to run.
Chapter Three . Social
- Sanity through Madness
I'm not sure if I paticularly like this chapter... But it might just be me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Ah, no, Akiyama-sama. The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for your generous invitation."
"Thank you for coming, Shirogane-san. And for bringing such a lovely escort... Though how you persuaded her agent to let her within twenty yards of me, I'll never know." A deep, hearty laugh, and Akiyama Hoshi nodded his head towards Zakuro.
"...He didn't need to, Akiyama-san. I am fully capable of making my own decisions."
"Of course, Fujiwara-san. Of all the flowers in Japan, I dislike to think that one of the most lovely is not in my greenhouse... But, what's done is done. Be off - enjoy yourself. I'd like to have a few words with your charming date."
Ryou didn't even need to look at Zakuro to tell that the brush-off she had just gotten was very close to gaslighting her temper. "Zakuro, be a dear, and let the two of us talk. I'm sure buisness matters are of little interest to you, aren't they?" He finally said, turning his head slightly, to glance at his 'date', his eyes rather expressionless.
Zakuro would have contested that, but she only looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding demurely. "How right you are, Ryou-kun." And after that, she bowed her head to the two of them, and sauntered off.
Akiyama Hoshi had been very interested in that little exchange, and took careful note of her use of familiar ending with his potential buisness partner. If it was as it seemed, it could be the start of a promising venture... Money, power, and one of Japan's loveliest, if he could finagle a deal with Shirogane. ...easy as cake. "It's good to see young people enjoying themselves. How long have you known Fujiwara-san?"
"Ah, almost three years."
"And you've managed to keep it out of the tabloids? You must share your secrets; I'm sure quite a few of my girls would be...fascinated to hear your words of wisdom."
"Hardly, Akiyama-san. Zakuro-san and I have been but friends. This would be our first time out, on what could be called a date."
"Congratulations to you both, then! Now, I suppose you're wondering why I sent an invitation to you..."
"Not really. People usually only want one thing from me: some of the Shirogane money."
A nervous laugh. "I hope that's not the only reason why you think I invited you here tonight?"
"For the most part."
"Actually, I'd like to discuss a buisness venture with you... Would you be so kind as to step into my office...?"
* * * * *
"Oh, girls, I see someone I know you'd like to meet. Just wait a moment..."
"Sure thing."
"If you insist."
"Just come back! All the guys were staring at you, and if you leave, we're just a bunch of girls!"
"Trust me, there'll be more staring when I bring her over."
With that, Fusaiyuki Asuka managed to disengage herself from the other three girls, and began to slid effortlessly through the thick crowd. She was remarkably pretty, for a quarter-gaijin; her grandmother had been European. Pixie-cut hair, usually a dark blonde, though lightened for photogenic purpose, left the bangs to drift in front of thickly-lashed eyes, of an entrancing jade hue. To her disadvantage in the modelling world, she was built a bit more solidly than her Japanese counterparts, but it meant she could pull off many more fashions, and do them justice. A simple black sheath, with a line of spring-green ivy going down the left side, was stunning and elegant. But even she knew she was being outclassed, tonight - and by a guest, even. "Fujiwara-san!"
Zakuro turned, a look of momentary confusion in her dark eyes, before she smiled, and changed her course, going over to greet Asuka. "Asuka! I was expecting to see you here."
"Oh, the honor is ours. Come! I want you to meet the girls I was telling you about!"
A minute later, Zakuro was suddenly trapped with a gaggle of talkative, awestruck women.
"Girls, meet Fujiwara Zakuro. Zakuro, meet Haitani Eri," A small brunette smiled brightly, a distinct twinkle in her large brown eyes. "Kohaku Takimiko," A dark-haired girl nodded, her dark blue eyes respectful. "And Hyuga Saiyo." A petite blonde perked up at that, grinning broadly in Zakuro's direction.
"Nice to meet you, Fujiwara-san."
"Please, call me Zakuro, Eri-san."
"Only if you call me Eri, and not Eri-chan or Eri-san."
"...deal."
"It's Kimi, please."
"And I'm just Saiyo. Only so many ways to mangle my name, and I don't paticularly care how you do it."
"Eri, Kimi, Saiyo, it's a pleasure to meet you all."
"Love the dress, by the way. Then again, you'd look good in a paper bag, wouldn't you?"
"Saiyo! Be nice; I told Zakuro you were cool." Asuka said, a little sharply.
"It's all right. She...reminds me of someone."
"Oh? Who's that?"
"Just a friend of mine. She's a dancer, and you're a lot like her, Saiyo."
"What's her name?"
"I'm not sure if any of you have heard of her... Aizawa Minto?"
"Oh, what form she has!"
That comment resulted in everyone staring, for a moment, at Eri. She only shrugged. "What? She can definitely make it as a professional."
After that, the conversation became light and easy, as the five girls found a common ground.
* * * * *
Ryou was staring, with sick fascination, at the thing trapped in a small glass jar.
Definitely a parasite anima.
"So, Akiyama-san... You say these things can give a different sort of power to animals?"
"Not only animals... But if they fuse with a human... Untold possibilities."
"...interesting." They finally have a type that can fuse with a human? Shit.
Hoshi turned away, to put the jar back into his office safe, when a sudden shriek startled him, and his wrist impacted against the side of the safe, knocking the jar from his hand.
Ryou could only watch, with a sick fascination, as the jar tumbled, falling, before shattering on the hardwood floor.
As though revitalized, the anima hovered up, contrasting sharply with the air around it, as it seemed torn between the two potential hosts. Then, seeming to make up its mind, it floated towards Hoshi, and instantly fused with his human DNA, and suddenly, Akiyama Hoshi was no more.
Ryou backpedaled, moving away from the monstrous fusion, before hitting a specific button on his pager.
Out in orbit, a satellite recieved the signal, and transmitted something back down, in almost the same spot.
* * * * *
"Just remember, Zakuro-san. When the pendant gets hot."
"Easy enough. Thank you, Keiichiro-san."
A hand twitched, before moving up, and pulling the pendant away from her chest. It was warm, all of a sudden, and getting hot. Realization set in, and she dropped it. "I'm sorry, I have to go."
In the midst of confusion that her sudden farewell brought her, she slipped off, and in the direction of the offices.
Ryou's in trouble.
Once out of sight, around the first corner, she stopped, and focused.
Mew Mew Zakuro Metamorpho-sis!
A flash of light. Zakuro's hair shifted to a lighter shade of violet, and a pair of ears sprouted from her head. A thick ribbon-style choker went around the slender column of her neck, an oval-shaped pendant hanging into the hollow of her throat. Her dress disappeared, only to be replaced by a dark maroon bustier, with a light pink trim. Two bands appeared, on each arm, along the upper arm, and at the wrist. A miniskirt, of like coloring, materialized around her slender hips. A proportional tail jutted from behind, wolflike in its appearence. A garter appeared in the middle of her left thigh. And, lastly, the boots traversed her long legs, ending about an inch beneath the garter.
A cross-shaped hilt found its way into her hand, though her grip on it was minimal, as her head cocked to the side, and one of her ears twitched. Ah, there.
She started to run.