Darcie had been widowed six months now after the staggering loss of her husband to suicide. He didn't even leave a note. The fact that he left her alone in the world was bad enough but not even an explanation was almost to much to bear.
She was a young woman, all of 30, with a future ahead of her and this is how she must play the hand she was dealt. Darcie was clawing her way back to the living and an idea had entered her mind that just might help.
Darcie was offered the chance through her company, to travel to Japan on temporary assignment. She was an expert on computer forensics as well as fluent in Japanese.
When she arrived in Japan, she was awestruck by their beauty; dark and doll like features. She reflected upon her own beauty, light brown hair, green eyes and freckles. Beauty is truly reflected in the many differences of us all.
Work was fine, mundane as the days went by. One day Darcie decided to take a walk down a street which had a few tattoo artists. She was drawn to one almost immediately. She met a man who specialized in Kanji tattoos. Kanji were characters which represented objects, ideas in a visual way. This tattooist's name was Akio Nagano. She wanted a tattoo which visualized "My Life is for Living". Akio's name meant glorious man. Little did she know how glorious is would be.
He was handsome and taller than most Japanese men. She saw his well toned arms, shoulders and abs through his tank top. His hair was longish and black. He smiled and asked if she was prepared. She was and said so. Being tattooed is painful, especially on your inner lower arm, but Darcie started feeling a warm, wetness down there. His eyes, his smell, his touch was beginning to drive her crazy.