Short Stories

Shiroyama What? [The Gazette - Aoi]

Juusan is 25 years old.

She is short, clumsy and has long black hair that match perfectly with her beautiful blue eyes. Her current work is at the best music store in Japan.

Ishibashi Music.

As Juusan wandered in the shop one boring day, checking the brands and prices she heard her boss call.

"Juusan! Kochira e kite kudasai!" [A/N: It actually means, come here please.] Juusan sighed loudly and walked lazily over to him.

Tomoya was always kind to her, but when it came to work he would occasionaly transform into a strict ass.

"Haaaaai! I'm here!" Juusan assured him and soon she came into view, standing right in front of him.

"There is an important customer who will come in a few minutes and I want you to be the one to help him, okay?" He ordered, his voice on edge. "I repeat he is VERY important!" He insisted making Juusan roll her eyes.

She headed over to the basement to check for supplies, wondering who that important customer might be. As soon as she heard the bell ring, she started running quickly, hoping the person wouldn't wait too long. Before she could stop herself from running, she crashed on a hard body and landed on her butt harshly. 

She just wished it wasn't THE important customer and when she looked up, a tall guy was scowling at her.

"If I knew this place was a playground I wouldn't of come here in the first place." He glared at her, making Juusan's cheeks burn and turn into a bright red. Without the man's help she stood up, brushing her uniform quickly.

How rude. She thought.

"I am Juusan and I will be your assistan for today." She shyly said and bowed slowly. 

Usually she would be confident but after that encounter with the black clothed, tall man, her confidence flew out of the door.

"Shiroyama Yuu" he nodded at her, his scowl never leaving his face.  

"I would like to see a few guitars, guitar strings and pedals." he said and stepped to the side walking forward.

He was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black coat, along with black boots. Talk about colourful. His sillouette was tall and slim and his hair was black with some pink on top.  

Shiroyama huh? She had heard that name before but couldn't quite remember where.

In the end Shiroyama had bought two Gibson guitars, five packages of strings and a wa pedal.

It was time to close the shop and Juusan was already outside, while the warm wind hit her face messing her long black hair. As she walked through the dark alleys she heard voices.

"Well hello there hottie! Wanna have some fun?" Someone said behind her, making her walk faster than before. "Where are you going?" he called again, following her with much bigger strides than before. His voice really creeped her out. 

She was almost ready to sprint, towards some place with light when a bike stopped exactly in front of her. Juusan's heart sped up as she thought that this person was part of the plan. But when he removed the helmet revealing bright pink hair and dark brown eyes her eyes flashed with recognition.

"Get on" Yuu ordered. Juusan hesitantly got on the bike and wrapped her arms around his waist and soon he sped up, flying past the guy.

"What were you doing here?" Juusan said to his ear and clutched his waist tighter afraid she'd fall. She was like a feather.