Nice Voices - English Version

Chapter 6 - When life gives you Bishies

Flaminia rolled on her back and looked up at the ceiling of ther bedroom, holding the smartphone against her chest she could feel throbbing violently.

She should've refused the invitation, she knew that she could risk another bad treatment like the one of two weeks before...but the man's voice was too strong lure and like a sailor she drowned to that charming siren.

She smiled narrowing her eyes with excitement, rocking from side to side for few seconds, before jumping on her feet.

She went looking inside her closet, searching for an outfit that could improve her confidence and, of course, hide the bruises she still had on her forearms.

The one on her face was vaguely gone, with a little of make-up it would completely disappear.

Flaminia took in her hands a black sweatshirt with white alchemical symbols on both front and back, a quite puffed liliac skirt and a pair of dark leggings which were printed like skeleton legs.

She put the clothes on her bed, aligning them well on top of each other and taking her phone she threw herself towards the bathroom, making a quick shower only interrupted by the call of one of those 'premium costumers.

She spoke willingly with the man, despite the fact that he wanted one of the hottest call that she could make.

The happiness in Flaminia's heart didn't falter, on the contrary it was so much that at the end of the call the client thanked her for that extra-passionate treatment he received and the girl continued with her grooming, combing her hair and styling them carefully, making them more voluminous than usual.

Eventually, when the clock finally marked 23:50, Flaminia took her phone from the bed where she launched it before and she dressed up quickly, coming out the apartment with a slow run down the stairs.

Her platform shoes made a quick clop-clop on the street when she started to run faster, looking up at the Tokyo Tower in the distance, completely wrapped in red and white lights.

Her heart was beating wildly, while she was passing buildings and people on the sidewalk, and with heavy breath she reached the base of the tower, looking around in search of the black shape of the man, seeking him out in the light crow.

Flaminia started to walk round the feet of the tower, passing through the people with a bit of doubt, fearing to have just got a Heisman on the date «konbawa--» she heard slightly above her ear, with that husky, smoky voice of his and when the girl turned aroud she was almost face to face with the man she had spoken to for so long, looking at him for the first time.

Real and physical.

He was right, the man was dressed all in black, but nothing that wouldn't hide that well-built physique, with broad shoulders and solid arms, due maybe to the kind of job he had.

The line of his neck was elegant, crossed by a ruined, silvery and wavy necklace, while his face was partly hidden by a large pair of sunglasses that he whorn to make himself both recognizable and the contrary.

Flaminia stared at his lips, now stretched into a brilliant smile, noting how well chiseled they were, with that cupid's bow that seemed drawn by the Kami themselves.

Her eyes moved along his face, wandering on his high and soft cheekbones until she met his barely visible eyes behind the dark glasses, but she could see a comforting twinkle in his black irises «k-konbawa...» she mumbled, gripping her own hands in front of her, bowing her head to complete the greeting «it's a pleasure to see you, Yukkun» smiled at the end and her cheeks became even more rosy than they already were.

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Aoi groomed himself meticulously, choosing the dark clothes he promised to the girl and while practicing in various greetings he wore a little of make-up, his hair still wet slicked back on his head.