Chapitre Un

"Did you loose some weight? You look absolutely splendid!" She smiled at the elder woman. 'Ew, get a diet. It's a wonder you fit through a door.'

"Why thank you Misaki dear!" The older woman laughed girlishly, "My, you're such a well mannered young lady. Having to spend so much time with us oldsters and not complaining a bit!"

"Not at all," Misaki Aida shook her head vigorously, "I simply adore being able to spend time with you Komori-san." She wanted nothing more then to roll her eyes, 'God, I hate that stupid old man for bringing me!'

"Misaki," speak of the devil.

"Father," her voice sounded excited at the mere presence of the man, all she wanted to do, however, was dump her chardonnay all over his Armani suit.

"Kaien," the elder woman sounded just as pleased to see the man, "We were all wondering when you'd get here." Misaki was long forgotten as she almost threw herself at the girl's father.

Not for the first (nor last) time that night, the dark haired girl narrowed her eyes and bit her tongue, gulping down her wine.

She loved it, the bitter taste…just like her lies.

Misaki Aida hated parties, but they were a good excuse to get drunk afterward. She smirked, leaning forward thinking of the brilliant after party that those idiots her age were planning.

If only those stupid plutocrats knew what their heirs were really like, then maybe they'd reconsider putting them in the positions that they were planning.

"Lesson one in life; don't give a damn about anyone else."

She pushed forward some more, now completely held up by the balcony rail. She let out a soft sigh and began to wonder what it would be like to fall headfirst down the fourth story balcony. Would it be an instantaneous death?

Would anyone miss her? Would her father even bother to look?

She gulped down her entire glass of chardonnay, tossing it over the veranda. She was too far up hear the glass shatter, but the ability to break something gave her some satisfaction anyways.

What would hell feel like? Was she already there?

"Well that was depressingly morbid."

She let out a squeak, turning around half wishing she still had her glass to throw at the man in front of her. She eyes him skeptically, "Just who the fuck are you?"

The dark haired male smirks, walking closer and standing next to her. He doesn't however, answer her question.

This irks her slightly. "Well?"

"You're really kind of impatient aren't you?"

She clicks her tongue, rolls her eyes, but nevertheless stays quiet. A few minutes pass in silence, she shifts from one foot to the other. "…You have any smokes on you?"

"For the daughter of a Plutocrat, you don't speak as properly as you're supposed to. You talk like a street thug."

She scowls, turning her face away from him. "Jerk, all you had to say was no."

He reaches in his pocket; pulling out the golden packet he opens it, holding it out to her. She takes on wordlessly, putting it between her lips. He raises an eyebrow, putting the cigarettes back in his blazer, "Don't you need a lighter?"

"I don't smoke."

She prides herself with his dumbfounded look.

"…Then why…would you bother taking one?"

"To see if you'd actually give me one."

He rolls his eyes, "You're quite the actress then, pretending to have a nicotine deficiency."

"You could call it that." The look in her eyes becomes distant. Another few moments in silence but it's not awkward.

"…You," her face flushes slightly, the effects of the alcohol lessening only slightly, "Won't tell my father will you?"

He pauses, shrugs, "I don't know who that is."

Now she's taken aback, "But you just said that-"

"I was playing. If you didn't actually belong here, or was a guest of someone then you'd probably have corrected me." At the curious look she's giving him he feels the need to go on. "You don't act like any rich girl I've seen so far."

She smirked, "I'm spoiled enough for the part, no?"

He shrugged, looking her hard in the eye. "That or suicidal. What does hell feel like?"

Her eyes widen and she clasps a hand to her mouth. Crap, had she said that aloud. And then she feels like smacking herself, of course she had! After all, his first words to her had been how 'depressingly morbid' she sounded.

What if she looked like some nut now? What would he think?

Would he tell other people?

…What if her father found out?

He lets out another sigh. "Looks like your personality did another one eighty."

"I-"

"And now you've completely lost my interest," he cut her off sardonically, turn around and walking away.

"Jerk," she muttered, swearing she head a soft chuckle from him as he left.

He probably wasn't anyone, she had reasoned. He had looked fairly young and he hadn't known who she was; probably just the son of a vague, unknown, business man with not connection to her father whatsoever.

After all, anyone who was anyone in this society knew of Kaien Aida. And anyone who knew of Kaien Aida envied his fortune for having such a perfect daughter.

"May I leave now?" She whispered inconspicuously to her father.

A slight frown tugged at his lips as he replied distractedly a "not yet", brushing her off. "Where is that infuriating man?" He growled under his breath.

At this point Komori Aiko had rushed to his side, whispering at "He's here." Misaki caught this easily and she rolled her eyes understanding. She had been dragged to this irritating event because of this infamous Shiraga.

Reiji Shiraga, the prodigal heir to the Shiraga family. He'd taken over from his father at the age of twenty-two and was a constant pain in her father's ass (or so she'd gathered).

Her father probably wanted her to woo him or something, disgusting.

He must have been some absolutely horrible looking-

"Kaien?"

Her eyes fell to the sky blue eyed man staring at her, though addressing her father.

"Reiji! There you are," the Aida patriarch switched his previously irritated expression to one of utter jubilation (though by now Misaki could tell it was an utter sham).

'Crap,' her insides froze, 'that can't be!'

His lips were a straight line, but his eyes looked amused. She mentally wanted to smack him, that jerk! He had to have known who she was all along…

Would he tell her father now? What would he think?

"It's nice to meet you at last Aida-san," he approached her quickly, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.

She stiffened, but didn't pull away, very aware of the whispers that they were now attracting. His eyes reverted back to her face.

"Now Kaien," he had turned his attention back to the girl's father. "Why the hell would you invite me to a stupid thing like this?"

The black haired girl gulped. Maybe smoking wouldn't be so bad to pick up.

Lesson Number One: You can't avoid the inevitable.

A/N: No, I swear I haven't abandoned "Gravity" it's not even really on hold. I just haven't had any ideas for what's next, but the second I do I will type it up :] So anyway, I hope you like this first chapter of my new story. I realize, the main character is nothing like Tsukino or any other female character I've ever written about.

:] Please review! I would really, really, really appreciate it.