000. Why Are You...? [Shion]

If something useful Ganju had learned as a businessman, as a man with goods to offer, is to treat any and all talk over projects with utmost priority and as seriously as possible. You work not for the fun of it, but mostly for profit. Having fun while you do it is just an extra some lucky individuals get to have, but the main purpose of work is exchange for profit. One side brings something, and the other decides whether they accept the offer and the price for it. Treating every work-related matter with seriousness ensures maximum efficiency and absolute satisfaction from the customer, most of the time; because if a clown of a person greeted you at their workplace, you wouldn't think they were reliable now, would you? Any business that still respects itself wouldn't dare make fun of work. Therefore, appointments, which involve two parties facing each other directly to discuss, is of top importance. That, is how Ganju works.

It's too bad not everybody were taught basic business handling manners; because this wasn't the first time Ganju found himself waiting for nobody.

Where were they anyway? It's been around an hour since the store and workshop opened for the day, and per usual, people came and went. There weren't too many customers flowing in and out, just another regular day. Luckily today, the redhead was not occupied with any mission waiting on him. But the main thing on his mind was, obviously, the appointment for the day. Why didn't the client show up? It's possible that the hour was a bit inconvenient, considering it was morning, and Ganju should know best of all the burden of waking up in the morning... But still, an appointment's an appointment. Nothing's more important than that, even sleeping hours. Unless you're missing out on a lot. There was also the possibility that something urgent came up and they couldn't show. But even so, those two reasons are not eligible excuses; if you have a hard time waking up, don't set the meeting for such an inconvenient hour; and if something else happens, nowadays almost every house owns a messenger bird in Suna; it's no trouble to write about a sudden delay, change or cancel. As the people came and went, occasionally the Jounin would be reminded of the sloppy client's tardiness, or even tapping if you could call it that. "Guess it's just another joke... Scumface."

The day progressed as such. Client in, client out, no pressure; just a minor business on the side with pretty good reputation for professionalism, but a horrible owner. Before he knew it, it was already noon. The man was so absorbed in his work that he couldn't even notice the time. Already 2 PM? Seems like a good time for a break.

Work mode; offline. Ganju took off the top of his Shihakusho to cool off his body, splashing his body with cold waters. Today was hot, and suspectibly a sandstorm would start soon. There was a high chance he'd need to stay inside his workshop and close early. That's really only if the weather turns for the worst, so long as it's clear and sunny outside, he should be okay. "Finally time for lunch!" Though nobody listened, Ganju enthusiastically expressed his hunger after a few hours of physical labor. Though just as he was preparing his long-awaited meal, he heard a strong sound kagainst his door.

A thump...? Thud, maybe...? Regardless, it was not in routine. His door was perfectly fine, and shouldnt be making sounds like that. More like, can't. Which means... There was someone at his door...?

Ganju's field of sensing struck up in one go, attempting to sense the individual outside. He had been too careless to not think of this earlier, to prevent situations like this exactly. Someone could be aiming at his life; after all, he was a Jounin from Sunagakure. A threatening existence to other Shinobi and/or criminals. Yet, he sensed nothing wrong from the individual by the door. Just... Plainly average Chakra level. Nothing he can't handle then. In one go, Ganju slid open his wooden door, allowing the person to fall in right away. ...Fall in...?

Ganju examined what was currently laying on the floor of his workshop; the new 'item' that just stumbled upon his doorstep. It had blue hair tied up in an elegant bundle on the top, had a jacket and shorts. Not enough information? Well, he could also easily tell this thing was female. Maybe a Chuunin or Special Jounin-level Ninja from another village that just played dead to catch him off-guard. Or it could be someone from the village. Cautiousness was key here; and in less than a second, Orihime was animated through Ganju's left hand, springing to 'life' from her dormant spot. He was ready for any assault that was to come.

Well-hidden behind a large jar. Closely anticipating the woman's actions. When did he move there? Why, instinctively, after realizing this was a female of course. "(God dammit!! Why did it have to be a girl right when I let my guard down!? ...Hold on.)" She was close now, so he could finally pinpoint that out. Her Chakra signal was anything but threatening for him; in fact, it felt even familiar. Of course. He wouldn't be able to tell that from a long distance, but close range was a piece of cake. This girl, by Chakra signal, belonged to Sunagakure. "(What's that. Don't surprise me like that, you scumface...)" He was reassured that everything was fine now, letting Orihime limply fall back to her spot, closing her eyes as to make it look... Normal. If she was local, her intentions could not be bad, that's for sure. Unless she was starting a riot. That'd be bad. ...This girl? Not a chance.

But even if he was assured at her alignment, there was still a problem remaining: she was female. A woman. A girl. Not something Ganju easily coped with.

Peeking slowly with a stern expression from his jar, the man shot glances at the girl, only revealing his eyes to her field of vision.

"C-...C-... Can I... H-Help yo...u...?"

Spying on the woman with his flawless camouflage and sensory (not), Ganju realized she was acting a little bit... Strange. The whole eyepatch part was rather confusing, it wasn't something he really could comprehend. Why was she doing that...? Moreover, heterochromia? That wasn't something you get to see every day. Nice, nice indeed. No time to be impressed, idiot!! She was definitely doing something odd with that, not that Ganju could comprehend; there were many kinds of abilities he had never seen before in his life, and this was apparently one of them. All of those darn Doujutsu users, there seemed to be so many gifted individuals in this world that made the lower-classes simple trash. Much like Ganju here, who had no talent whatsoever for anything besides working hard. Very hard. Results can be seen today through his workshop.

She answered his question rather quickly, startling the man. How shameful; he could barely speak around women, and to think only interacting with one would make him flinch that much, to actually attempt escape. But, he was in his own house; there weren't any places he could really run off to. He'd use the workshop as a shelter, if it wasn't so darn close by that the girl could just trot there and find the redhead hiding ridiculously for his life. Get a grip Ganju, she doesn't seem like she's here to harm you or mock you. And if she does, what's the worst that could happen? You're already a nation-wide known pervert, there's no lower level than that, is there. He sighed at the degrading thought that would normally smash his confidence to bits. So, she mentioned his name. She was looking for Asakura Ganju-san, she said. ...What could she possibly want with him!?

Oh, wait. There was this. She said her name with Shion, right? Something like that. The letter did give off a name like that, didn't it. ...Yes, yes, there was something like that written there. If he recalled, it was on the cover of the letter requesting the appointment today. Which basically means that... This girl... Is the client he had been anticipating all morning?

At the very least, she showed up, even if it was late. She looked a bit stressed out to arrive too, which immediately dispatched most of Ganju's ideas for reasons that could be used for her tardiness. She was just a girl, nothing more. Right now, the redhead could look at this Shion girl in entirely different eyes, no longer seeming threatened or afraid of getting closer to her. His eyes widened for a short second as he realized who it was he was dealing with, and then he closed them with a smirk and a chuckle. "...What. You're the client then. Well, it's a little late and I'm out for the moment, but... Business takes priority." He stood up, opening his eyes which now radiated confidence and professionalism. He was definitely experienced in his subject, making a face like that out of nothing. He revealed himself, out of the hiding pot, and walked towards the girl, offering her a hand to help her up.

"Shion-san, was it. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Asakura Ganju." He claimed with a smile, hand stretched out to help her up. "Times and breaks aside... We should start this project as soon as possible if you'd want to have your items done quick. You agree?" As much as he tried to put on a professional image however, there was something that bothered him. Rather greatly. That is, his stomach; having skipped lunch in favor of 'greeting' the stranger at the door, Ganju had yet to eat anything and he could feel his stomach bugging him to grab something fast. He of course, paid it no mind for the moment. There were more important things to attend.

"Shall we speak in the workshop?"