Survivor (Izumo x OC)

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Song: On dirait – Amir

The young woman laid comfortably in her bed as the warm rays of sunlight hit her face. She squinted her eyes for a bit, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she looked at the little clock on the table right beside her. Time to get up for her. She had a lot of work to do. Her belongings from oversees came yesterday afternoon but she was already too tired to move them out of the boxes and into the many shelves in her apartment. Stretching her limbs out a bit before getting out of bed she walked into the bathroom and began her morning routine. After she was done she went into the living room where all of the unopened packages stood, just waiting for her to open them.

Sighing again, she went over to one of them and retrieved her stereo from it. She wouldn't want to work without a bit of music, right? As she connected the stereo into an outlet, she smiled softly as the tune of one of her favorite songs was played. It reminded her of home, as it was a song written and sang by a native French. After all she nearly lived 14 years there. Singing along she started to open other boxes to put all of her belongings into their places.

Around noon she could hear a slow grumble from her stomach. Right, she had no breakfast. After putting the pan into one of the shelves of the kitchen she threw her jacket on and made her way outside. She started walking into a random direction to find a restaurant where she could get lunch. During her walk she began to hum again. It was a habit of hers she just couldn't break, not that she wanted to.

After about five minutes a nice little restaurant came in sight and she went over there, a satisfied smile on her lips. Sitting down on one of the chairs outside she patiently waited for a waiter to notice her. A young woman in black jeans and a white polo shirt came to her table and gave her a menu.

"Welcome Miss, what would you like drink?", the waitress asked politely.

"Could you bring me a glass of water please?"

"Of course. I will be right back."

The waitress left again, leaving the young woman to look through the menu. After deciding what to eat the waitress came back with her drink and took her order.

Sipping on her drink she looked to the street that was right beside her, watching the people bustling through the city as she waited for her meal. A sound in front of her startled her and she looked over to the seat on the other side of the table that was empty a few seconds ago. She curiously glanced at the boy in front of her. He had light brown hair and brown eyes, a gentle smile tugging on his lips.

"Hello", he said cheerfully to her. Being a bit suspicious she looked at him for a while longer until she decided to mess with him a bit.

"Bonjour. Puis-je vous aider?" (Hello. Can I help you?)

After saying that the boy in front of her looked completely dumbstruck. She had to bite her lip to not let out a chuckle.

"Ah... You don't speak Japanese?", he asked, awkwardly scratching his neck.

"Aw, tu es mignon." (Aw, you are cute.)

Not knowing what to do he looked behind him to a bunch of guys that stood in a corner. She was a bit surprised since she just noticed them. Choosing to continue with the act she gave them a small smile and waved her hand. Directing her attention back to the boy in front of her, a mischief glint in her eyes.

"Des amis?" (Friends?)

He looked like a lost puppy. It was too adorable. She couldn't stop teasing him, it was just too much fun.

"Tout va bien?", she asked, tilting her head to the side and a concerned frown on her lips. (Everything alright?)

One of the men in the corner came over after seeing the one in front of her struggle. Hazel eyes looked at the woman with interest as he came to the table. He had a nice face, she had to admit that. After all she had a thing for blondes and this one was a true eye candy.

"Everything okay here, Tatara?", he asked, a bit of concern in his voice after seeing the look the boy gave him. She saw the pout on the boy's face as he glanced up at the older male, his name apparently Tatara. The man eyed her confused since he didn't know what shook the boy beside him to the extant that he even gave him a pout.

"Mind telling me why my friend over here is sulking?", he asked her.

"Tu es chaude", she shamelessly said, not expecting him to speak French. She was wrong. Oh, boy was she wrong. After looking at her for a second, he began to laugh out loud, startling Tatara beside him. (You are hot.)

"Merci, madame." (Thank you, miss.)

After hearing his reply, she nearly choked on the water she was about to drink. Her cough turned into a light chuckle as she sheepishly looked at him. Meanwhile, Tatara looked confused at both of them, not exactly knowing what was going on.

"So, would you mind speaking in Japanese again, so that my little friend here would understand you too?"

"Hehe, I'm sorry. It was just too much fun teasing him."

As she said that Tatara looked at her shocked. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide, causing her to chuckle again.

"Y..You can speak Japanese? I thought you... and you were just teasing me? How mean of you", he said, again looking at her again with those adorable puppy eyes and a pout.

"You are too adorable for your own good, do you know that?", she fixated him with a serious look in her eyes, breaking into a smile afterwards as she saw his astonished expression. Suddenly the waitress came again with her meal. She looked at Tatara and the other man.

"Here's your meal. Does one of your companions want something too?"

The young woman started eating the soup she ordered, both of her 'companions' declining the offer politely.

"By the way, I'm Izumo Kusanagi and he is Tatara Totsuka. Mind telling us your name, beautiful?"

She looked at him for a bit, finally knowing his name. Both of them looked trustworthy enough and she kind of owed Tatara something since she teased him that much.

"My name is Akiko", she said, a small smile gracing her features.