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| - It was the glorious city known as New York City; the city where everything buzzed with activity no matter the time it was. Truly, it was a wondrous place, perhaps even one of the Seven Wonders of the World? There was a young man among the large crowds in this extraordinary city. He was on his way home from University, and was simply maneuvering through the masses as he normally would. His name was, Thomas Allan. Thomas was one of the most influential and powerful minds of this decade, if not, the century or millennium! He was a genius, a true genius who had excelled in anything and everything as a child. He was only 18, and he had already finished University, and just had to finish the nitty gritty bills that he had to pay. He was the heir to an extremely influential family, and as such people expected alot from him. But; Thomas was a young man with his own goals and ambitions. He continued forward in the glistening night of New York City, not knowing what would happen next. It was so warm! The air conditioning was being tinkered with by a round-bellied repairman, meaning the entire cafe was without the cooling effect of the air conditioning unit. Naoto Shirono walked around taking orders and clearing tables while beads of sweat broke on her forehead. Why did it have to be so warm!? Outside the sun was splitting the stones! But at least there was a nice breeze. The inside of Cafe Rendezvous would draw many a parallel with classic portrayals of hell. She did her best to cope though. After all this was the only job she had even if she didn't particularly enjoy it. Waiting tables? Who would? She had to wear this stupid little dress. Hadn't anyone ever heard of trousers!? "Why me?" Said a voice in her head. "Because you need the money." The voice answered. "You'll miss the rent otherwise." So she continued to slave away in the heat. "....Huh." A certain rose-haired figure puffed her cheeks out in exasperation; she had just moved here- racist jokes aside, she was beginning to see New York City as her new home. For that matter, what happened to Old York? But those questions were left for another day. Straightening her hair, the one known as Giselle Nagareboshi- 1/2 Japanese, 1/2 Australian, B99-W58-H90 cm continued to walk- though, absentminded as ever, the cherry-haired woman lost her sense of direction... WHAM! Without any thought for where she was headed, Giselle Nagareboshi slammed into another figure, her head impacting upon their chest. She was sent barreling across the ground, before landing firmly upon her rear end, rubbing her nose in complete and utter confusion. "O-Oi, watch where you're going, you dumbass..." Giselle spat bitterly, as she stood to her feet, about to give the person a good ol' walloping... Thomas was briefly astonished, he saw a young girl bumping into him and he felt rather embarrassed. Quickly he raised his arms up in defense and apologized, "H-hey, I'm sorry, alright?" Thomas quickly put his hand out for a handshake. His blond hair floated in the wind, his amber eyes looked sincere and he had a smile on his face." Well, for compensation, wanna go to a nearby cafe? I'm Thomas, Thomas Allan. How about you?" Naoto whipped her forehead on a nearby napkin before downing an ice-cool bottle of water from the refrigerator in the back. The round-bellied repairman was slowly but surely making his way onto her hit-list. It should not take two hours to repair an air conditioner! "I'm not paying you to drink water," the cafe's owner reminded her. "I know, I know." She said back. So she went back out front where she immediately began whipping down the nearest free table which had just been vacated. "Dirty slobs. No one ever leaves this place clean and tidy!" It was bad enough she hated cleaning her own mess. But now she had to clean others too? Thankfully she got off in an hour. Giselle gritted her teeth in frusteration, slapping Thomas' hand away angrily- though it could easily be seen that she was blushing. "...Tch!" She clicked her tongue in exasperation, while crossing her arms. It was always nice to score a meal for free- all she needed to do was talk the talk and walk the walk, something that she had mastered, "....Fine, then!" She responded with the greatest un-smile of all. Thomas sighed...this girl was far too unappreciative. But, he then told her,"Alright, follow along." Thomas began to walk along the small pathway, and he soon reached the cafe with Giselle, who, unappreciative as ever walked in proudly with her head up high...not to mention that she banged her head on the door by accident as well. Thomas chuckled slightly, before taking her hand before she slapped it away angrily as usual. They took a seat in the corner, and Thomas had called out." Waitress!" The words pierced through Naoto's skull like a bullet through glass! "Gragh! I hate this job!" She was treated like a goddamned servant. Get me this, get me that, oh, and be quick about it. It didn't half piss her off. But she smiled regardless as she made her way to the customers. "May I take your order... Thomas!?" It was him! "What's he doing here with... No way!" Her eyes narrowed on the young girl and her hand moved in a blur! CRACK! "You lolicon pervert!" She hit him hard enough to leave a hand-print emblazoned on his cheek. "What age is she?" She was whispering now and, thankfully, the cafe wasn't all that full. The manager hadn't heard either. Giselle twiddled her fingers seemingly innocously, stoically responding as if she were polishing manure right in front of their faces, "...12, ma'am." Behind that mask of youthfulness was the harsh, ugly truth at her manipulative nature. Giselle was the hidden dragon among the tigers; she was somehow able to get to the top, and it wasn't done cheaply. All she had to do was sit and watch while chaos ensued; in the meantime, she could stealthily sneak in and have herself a nicely earned meal. And Thomas' sane world had ended...one chance meeting had broken apart every reputation he had ever gained. Thomas had become...a lolicon pervert? Hell, he didn't even know what lolicon meant! He attempted to sort out things, he opened his mouth, and some random words fumbled out of it," Um...Naoto, you see, um..." Thomas was dying on the inside, and he couldn't do anything to help himself. Unless there was a way to reverse time of course... There wasn't. Naoto knew her friend well enough to have a guess at what he was thinking. But the girls comments threw her for a serious loop! Naoto stood open-mouthed for a good two minutes before the full implications of what the young girl had said crashed home! "12 years old!? Thomas...! You idiotic simpleton of a man!" She could have struck him again and nearly did. Her hand was halfway through the motion before she decided to calm herself down with simple breathing exercises. "... We need to talk, Thomas. I get off in an hour. Now, my boss is watching, so what is your order?" Giselle sighed; tugging at Thomas' shirt childishly, prodding at him incessantly, demanding, "Get me an iced-tea this instant. Now." Thomas stood up, attempting to bring out the "inner man" within him, Thomas put his foot down and told Naoto." Oi, Naoto, I did no such thing! And you, little girl! Sit down and wait patiently until we've done talking alright?! If you don't...consequences will be pretty bad, got it!?" Thomas' voice sounded absolutely stupid! He tried to be serious...but he kinda failed at that, sadly, Thomas didn't know how to assert any authority, despite his origins. Thomas would've got another crack had her boss not been watching. "Count your lucky stars," she swore mentally. Naoto narrowed her eyes, closed her fist around her small notebook, and gently pushed her childhood friend back onto his seat. "Iced tea? Would you like some chocolate with that? And how very thoughtful of you, Thomas! I'm to have some myself as well? You're so sweet." Let that be a lesson to him. Giselle let off a sincere (not) smile, grinning perfectly innocently while taking Thomas' threat with the value of a grain of salt. "Why, thankies." She politely curtseyed, as expected of a girl her age, before sitting down on a seat almost nonchalantly. Gazing out through the window, she noted to herself, "......Huh. Something's amiss." Of course, it could be her hair being unevenly layered, but then again... Thomas regrettably sat down, he was on the verge of tears, well...metaphorically anyway. Today was a bad day, and it hadn't even finished yet! Looking upon the sky, he thought," I wonder...what the strings of fate decided for today?" Though he might have been scientifically inclined, Thomas believed greatly in fate...and, he knew, he had bad luck today. "Slapping customers are we?" Her boss asked her when she came round back again. "He's my friend," she replied with a sweet smile. "Besides, I got some chocolate out of it. Here's your share." "Bribing me, eh? Meh, whatever. I'm too old to care." Her boss waved her away as he bit into his half of the bar. "Here you go," Naoto said as she took a seat opposite Thomas. "Iced-tea and some chocolate. Oh, and I decided to throw in some sprinkled donuts as well. Utterly free of charge, of course." Not. Her smile betrayed the lie. Giselle remarked in a sweet tone, "...Thank you very much." Shooting Thomas a quick, teasing glance that portrayed her true self. No one was better than her in manipulating human feelings, rationality, interests, ethics, and necessary values; at least in her own mind. Whenever she smiled, a kitten died. Almost as if she were a pig going after a troth, Giselle grabbed the whole plate- it was possible that she could even eat the table. Thomas just sat back and watched his two...friends chomp down the food with his money. He couldn't be bothered to do anything else, and just waited until these two were finished. He'd torture them so badly...he had already known what to do. An evil smirk appeared on his face briefly before he hid it, and asked," You two want to come to my house? Parents aren't home, and I'm pretty lonely while gaming, sadly." Naoto stopped mid-chew. "Did he just ask..." She spent a moment processing it and then her eye began twitching. "He did! Ooohhhh!" She emblazoned the opposite cheek with another slap! "Perverted lolicon simpleton!" She then threw her iced-tea over the top of him. "I should spill your rotten guts!" The fact her hand was close to a knife didn't lessen the impression any. Giselle, dissonantly cheerful, replied, "Yes, that's right! He let me into his house and promised candy in exchange for company." Now, that of course, was polishing manure right in front of Naoto's face. Then again, who wouldn't trust a 12-looking-15 year old? At this point, she was trying too hard. "...Then again, there's some things in his room you wouldn't want to see..." " Naoto, you can't believe this little girl. You have been in my room over a thousand times in these years, you know precisely what's in my room! And it's only been 6 months since we last saw one another, do you really think that this girl knows what was in my room? Goddammit, why did I show her any sympathy!?" Thomas began to get really annoyed, he seriously thought of just closing this entire store...he even could! But then, Naoto would feel offended. Sadly, Thomas was a softy...his greatest weakness. "Oh, put a sock in it, you!" She was back to proper fierceness, with eyes narrowed and fists clenched. Had she been standing her hands would likely be on her hips. "Now, little girl, I've know Thomas a long time. He is an idiot, true, but not a pervert in the way you're making him out to be. Nor is he a lier, like some around this table." She smiled at Giselle sweetly. It had taken a while for her to notice but this "girl" was no 12 years old. Ah, crap. She was boned. Immediately, Giselle inched back; it seemed as if tears were welling up in her eyes before she burst into a sparkling stream that certainly portrayed innocence and vulnerability- there was no, no way—no way they could harm an "innocent" person, especially a child. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..." When in doubt, bawl your eyes out and things will go your way- that's how "children" worked. Thomas didn't like being mean, but he had to take this opportunity. He took out his phone, and took a quick snapshot. He had the latest, well, not actually publicly released, iPhone 5. The picture quality was amazing! He quickly had a smug look on his face, as he declared." Well, I gotta run. See ya two later!" Thomas flipped over the chair as he began to run off at pretty fast speeds away from the cafe and towards his house. He decided to play a little game of... tag. The look Naoto cast her boss was understood immediately. "Sure, we aren't busy, so run along. But! I expect an extra thirty minutes tomorrow." Naoto didn't hear him. She had already grabbed her coat and stormed out the front door before he'd finished speaking! "I am going to kill him!" She knew him well. He might not be a pervert along the lines little Giselle was saying, but he was still a pervert. There was only one place he'd be going... and thankfully Naoto knew a shortcut. The funny thing was that she'd forgotten completely about Giselle. Giselle's eyes sharpened. For a moment there, it seemed as if the air had gone cold before she rushed after Thomas, eyes blazing. Before anyone could see her, the pink-haired girl had dissapeared in a flash of light- seemingly moving faster than the eye could see; she seemed to tear up the ashpalt as she shot forward like a bullet, screaming in a gravelly voice that honestly sounded like Samuel L. Jackson's, "I'll destroy you, boy!" Before Thomas knew it, Giselle shoulder-barged him to the ground with frightening force. Thomas widened his eyes in awe, there were not many people around, and Thomas could just buy them out if anything rose up." Judge and Jury!" Quickly golden energy shrouded him and dissipated almost instantly! His Fullbring changed his eye color to a unique azure, along with spiking his hair backward. In terms of attire, he is seen wearing; a blue kosode with a lighter blue collar and lining, detached sleeves, a pair of off-white hakama and black tabi and waraji. Finally, a nodachi was seen equipped onto him. He quickly shrugged off Giselle and asked her," You wanna do this?" Naoto skidded to a sudden halt. Her shortcut went through a small clothes shop and an alleyway with a musician playing; but even so she glimpsed a sudden flash of... well gold... blink across the skies. "What the...?" It came from the direction Thomas had originally bolted. "What is that idiot playing at?" She could either go forwards or backwards: towards Thomas' house, or towards that flash of gold. She was torn over which though. Giselle smirked, "Oh, how unfortunate that you managed to mess with me. You're not a funny guy, y'know." An aura of azure crackled around her body. "However… You can't advance! All you can do is get your puny arse back to where you came from! You're going down a one-way-road!" Giselle channelled her spiritual energy into her bodily systems, using her energy to age herself from the inside out, allowing her to transform her normally underage frame into that of a late teen- her true form, to be precise. Her rose hair grew to reach down to her ankles- now, she could be compared to one of those 'tall, dark and bishojo' women in anime, becoming curvier. Her eyelashes had grown longer, and her hips were slightly wider. Her legs were longer, and as she noted in dismay that her butt had become curvier as well. Her breasts seemingly inflated as her clothes nearly tore themselves. "...Why don't you just try me?" Giselle smirked; manifesting spiritual energy into her arms, the woman formed a minature forearm shield, from which folded out a large broadsword. She grinned in anticipation.
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