Xander and the Overpowered S/O (Not to mention the parents... :rolleye: )
The Tarnished Knight and The Bastard Princess
Disclaimer: I own neither Tenchi Muyo or Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Xander sighed as he surveyed the small interior of the local coffee klatsch. This was the third job in as many weeks for him, and he just couldn't understand why all of the managers put him on night shift - and then fired him after a couple days. 'Well,' he amended to himself, 'they probably fired me because of the 'gang fights' and they damage that they caused.' Right now there was only a couple people in the shop, one a jock with his eye on the other customer, a young woman reading a book. He casually checked the reflection off of the polished chrome bar, and, with a mental shrug, reminded himself that not all predators are vampires. With that, he walked onto the floor of the shop, wiping tables as he progressed towards the girl.
When he got to her table, he paused, and spoke in a low tone to her. "If you'd like, I can get him to leave." He said, jerking his head slightly to indicate the jock, who was still watching her.
She looked somewhat startled as she glanced up, amethyst eyes flitting about the room placing everything. She looked a bit longer at the jock out the corners of her eyes, and then returned her gaze to Xander. With a tiny shrug of her shoulders, she spoke. "It is...alright. I find the...honesty in his approach to be...appealing, in its own fashion."
He looked at at her inquiringly as she spoke. "That's an...interesting point of view." He pitched his voice slightly higher, so that the jock, who was now staring at him angrily, would be able to hear him. "Most women I know would find that to be off-putting." He paused at her quizzical expression. "Ah...disturbing, unpleasant..."
"I see." She, too, pitched her voice higher, eyes glinting merrily at Xander. "As you say, it is indeed...off putting. Though his approach lacks subtlety and grace, it is, at the very least, not dishonest." She pointed at the chair across from her. "Would you care to have a seat?"
Xander paused, considering. He was, for all intents and purposes, the night shift manager - as he was the only one on night shift tonight. Business in SunnyHell was markedly slow at night, these two were likely to be his only customers for the rest of the evening. "Sure, why not?" He said, flashing his pearly whites at the girl. He pulled the chair out and sat down in it casually. He looked up to catch the expression on the jocks face, but the neanderthal was already on the way to the door. "You know, Sunnydale's pretty dangerous at night." The girl blinked at the non-sequiter. "I wouldn't reccomend hanging around here for any length of time, hoping to meet up with someone. If I were you, I'd just head straight for home." He said, semi-directing his comments at the jock. The jock tensed as if struck, and then scurried out the door.
"What was that about?" the girl asked.
Xander shrugged. "Just some friendly advice. Sunnydale's not exactly the safest place on earth."
"From the crime reports, it is not nearly so dangerous as you said to the other man."
He paused, and looked at her evaluatingly for a moment, and then shrugged. "A lot of the violent deaths are misreported. Accidental death, wild animal attacks, things like that. Also," he looks grim, "And I still haven't figured out why, but transients and illegal aliens are not included in the death statistics. Honestly, this town is more dangerous than some third world countries." Cheering up by a force of will, he continued. "So honesty is more important to you than subtlety or grace?"
The woman looks at him, puzzled, and then her face cleared. "I will not pursue that topic, then. And yes, to a point. I prefer honesty when accompanied by subtlety and grace, but would much rather have it alone than only having subtlety and grace."
"Well, best one out of three isn't too bad. I've never been accused of subtlety or grace before." Xander grinned roguishly. "So, to continue on that vein, my name is Alexander Harris. My friends call me Xander."
She nodded. "I am called Masaki Mayuka. My friends call me Mayuka."
"So Mayuka, are you new in town?"
"Yes, I've just moved here from Japan. My...family felt it would be...wise, to continue my education in the West." She said, with occasional pauses as she sought the correct word.
"Your English is pretty good. We get some Japanese in here that can't pronounce L's, N's, or R's at all."
"I have...something of a talent for languages." She said, looking down at her plate.
"Really? That's cool. How many languages do you speak?" He asked, genuinely curious.
"I...am not entirely sure. I believe I speak somewhat more than thirty languages." She said, quietly.
"You believe?" Xander asked. "How can you not know?"
"After a time," she said, "the languages blur, and all I see is....the map. It is somewhat anolagous to the saying about the forest and the trees."
"So the languages are the trees, and you can't see them because the forest is in the way?"
"Yes, precisely." She looked somewhat relieved as Xander grasped the concept.
"Huh. Funny way to look at it."
"And you?" At his somewaht confused glance, she elaborated. "I wish to know if you are new here, and how many languages you speak."
"Oh, right. Sorry." She shrugs, as if to say 'no matter.' "I'm Sunnydale born and bred." He grins. "I speak one and a half languages, though some would say that my grasp of English isn't sufficient for me to actually claim it as a language I know."
"And the half language?" She asked, eyes twinkling merrily.
"Spanish! What else?" He asked, rhetorically. "Yo quiero Taco Bell!"
She laughed lightly, and then abruptly silenced.