Voltage INC Fanfictions

OTBS: Our First Kiss- Akiyoshi

While the evening was passing by as it normally would, everything seemed to slow down whenever Akiyoshi found herself around her. Such feelings made him both giddy and confused; The woman had only just transferred to Seasonelle a couple of months ago. How would it look if he had already had such childish feelings for her. "A man of my statures shouldn't behave like such a child!" All the more reason to beat himself up about it, even though he would never let anyone else know about that, especially the rest of the Seasonelle team.

That was around the time when he noticed that the elevator had just now decided to open up. The door slid open to relieve the very woman he had been thinking about. Akiyoshi could feel his eyes slowly travel up her body from her appropriately painted toes poking from the from of her black heels, up her smooth legs and unique physique. But it wasn't just her exotic body that made her so attractive; over the past few months, The woman ceased to amaze Akiyoshi in the office with her ambition and persistence. Being physically different from most of the other women you would find working at Shiki Corporation, or living in Japan, was only icing on the cake.

"Are you leaving for the day as well, Mr. Zaizen?" That was when Akiyoshi finally noticed that she was talking to him. When did he walk into the elevator? At least he had enough sense to respond to her. "Indeed I am, Ms. Flora." She smiled at him and fixed the glasses on her face. "I told you that it would be perfectly fine if you called me by my first name." Akiyoshi couldn't help but internally recoil at her offer. "But, it is only a respectful gesture. You and I barely know one another except for our professional lives." "I can respect that. But you look like a man that knows what he wants. Is that right?" That one sentence was enough to make any man really think. What made Akiyoshi any different from any there Japanese man?

Yet again, his thoughts were interrupted by her presence. "I only say that because you seem like a very powerful figure here in this business; A man who knows what he wants. I respect that about you, and I also respect your decision to call me "Ms. Flora" if you please." "N-no!" Her eyes widened a little and small silence fell upon them right as the elevator doors decided to open. Akiyoshi took a step out with her and then gave her a small smile. "Nanette it is....Th-that is your name right?!" His cheek grew pinker by the second as he watched the smile spread across her face. Finally, she nodded and spoke up "Yes, my name is Nanette. No need to look so nervous." She reassured him.

Up until today, Akiyoshi had never noticed how close he stayed to this woman. During the train ride to their side of town, the shared small talk about the works of the Seasonelle team. When had the conversation gotten so personal? "Actually I don't have a boyfriend right now." Nanette smiled at Akiyoshi as they walked down the road together. She could help but let out a small giggle, noticing how embarrassed he looked. "I'm not offended by you asking, I have no reason to be. Plus, I don't expect anything less from such a handsome reporter like you." That was when things got completely silent between them, both thinking that they had stepped over the line from a professional relationship and crossed over to something more personal.

Everything else about that evening seemed to fly by in a foggy daze. Akiyoshi, of course, did the what any gentleman would do and walked Nanette to her house. But when did he go inside? At first they were only drinking tea together and sharing a laugh about Nanette's "western ways". But then things got quiet between them once again. Except this time, they were both blushing in flattery instead of embarrassed. Neither of them knew if things went up or down hill from there. Who started kissing who first? Is it bad for something so wrong to make people burn with passion in such a way? Despite all the questions running frantic through both of their minds, they had finally stop fighting what was happening when someone's shirt hit the ground.

When did that happen?