Okay, so this fic is completely spur of the moment. I mean the idea for this literally just exploded in my mind; the plot, the conflict, the characters, everything.
Yay for random fic ideas that I become completely dedicated to! ^^
I decided to do it in first person, which is a first for me, so sorry if it sounds a little weird.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did, I would make it a lot less random and confusing...
I sighed, turning to my best friend. "Why am I here again?"
"Because Sarah," she replied, "I told you to come."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, that's a good reason."
"Yes. It is. Now hush up."
I stuck my tongue out at her before returning to my book. My best friend in the world, Yoko Kisaragi, had dragged me to the other side of town just so she could get a hair cut. Like I didn't have better things to do. Apparently the guy who runs this place is drop dead gorgeous; according to all the girls at school anyway. I wouldn't know; I've never been here before. But I was guessing it was true because all the other girls in the room, including Yoko, were blushing and fiddling with their clothes and hair, trying to make themselves look better.
I didn't care how I looked. Probably why I was the only one in the room wearing jeans and a simple T-shirt. If I was this guy, I don't think I would be able to stand all the blushing, giggling girls. I sighed again, ignoring them, focusing on my book.
About twenty minutes later, I was interrupted.
"What can I do for you miss?"
I looked up to see a tall man standing in front of me. He didn't look that much older than me, probably in his mid-twenties. I'm guessing he was the owner of the place, considering the way the other girls swooned over his presence. I vaguely wondered if he had become vain, and expected all girls to fawn over him that way. Though, looking him up and down, I have to admit, he was pretty good looking.
He had warm, red eyes and wavy, flaming orange hair that reminded me of fire. He was dressed rather simply; in a black, long-sleeve turtleneck and a pair of dark jeans. His voice was warm and gentle, as was his smile.
I closed my book, marking my place, and put it in my lap. "Actually, I'm with love struck here." I replied, gesturing to Yoko.
The man chuckled. "Well that's too bad," he said, taking a lock of my layered, copper-brown hair and running it through his fingers, "I would have loved to style such lovely hair."
I raised my eyebrows at his forwardness. Then I realized that he wasn't flirting with me; he was simply giving a compliment. He gave me another smile before taking Yoko to the back for her hair cut. I sat quietly for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened. Then, being annoyed with all these girls and curiosity getting the better of me, I put my book in my bag, grabbed it, and walked to the back.
I saw the man had started on Yoko's hair, while she simply stared, blushing, at his reflection.
I sighed. "Honestly, Yoko, if you weren't my best friend, I'd be making comments on how pathetic you are right now."
The two turned to me, surprised. "What are you doing back here?" Yoko hissed. I guess I was interrupting her "alone time" with her crush. I walked over and leaned on the counter, my back facing the mirror, arms crossed over my chest. "What did you expect? You left me alone with those blushing idiots. You know me better than that."
The man chuckled, having resumed cutting Yoko's midnight hair.
"What's your name anyway?" I asked. I mean I had to have something I could refer to him by. He looked up briefly, warm red meeting my cool green-blue.
"Spitfire." He said simply.
"That's an odd name…" Yoko hit my leg. "Ow! What? I was expressing an opinion!"
Spitfire chuckled. "So what's your name?" he asked.
"Sarah." I said. "I'm this idiot's best friend."
"Hey!" Yoko cried.
"Don't "hey" me! You're the one who dragged me all the way here." I replied. "I have better things to do than spend my afternoon surrounded by love struck girls." I turned to Spitfire. "I have no idea how you deal with it; I'd go crazy."
He shrugged. "You get used to it."
"I don't see how."
He laughed. The three of us carried on like that for the next fifteen minutes. Finally, Spitfire put down his scissors and stood back.
"What do you think?" he asked
Yoko looked at herself in the mirror. Her long midnight locks only reached to her shoulder now, rather than her waist.
Yoko smiled. "I love it!"
"Finally!" I grabbed Yoko's hand and dragged her back to the front, Spitfire smiling as he followed us. I waited for Yoko to pay and then proceeded to drag her out the door. Before we left I turned back to Spitfire and waved. "It was nice meeting you!"
He waved back, a smile on his lips. "You as well."
Sure his fangirls were annoying, but he wasn't such a bad guy.
Yay! First chapter done! ^^
I feel really good about thins fic, so please review it! I want to know if you guys like it to. This is my first Air Gear fic though, so please be nice...