Kurogane stared out the window, bored. Sighing, he turned to the stack of papers on his desk, flicking through them. He had finished it all. Again. Most would be happy but Kurogane wasn't because that meant he had nothing to do for the next unknown amount of hours. Growling slightly, he stared out of the window again, watching all the cars below slink along like ants. His executive office was as boring as it was big and lavish. He spun his eyes across the expanse of soft carpet and polished steel. His style. His gaze settled on Ginryuu. His katana had gone into retirement when he got the job. When he first arrived here, alone, he had been shocked to discover that one would be sent to prison for carrying ones family heirloom at their hip. He tightened his hand around the scaled steel grip, letting his muscles relax. He lifted it of the stand he hand-carved, slicing the blade through the air. He had kept it perfect, honing the blade like he used it every day. Setting the beautiful steel back into the saya, he put it down, resting two fingers on the dragon shaped tsuka. A soft knock on the door announced the arrival of his new secretary.
"Hey, Kuro-sama."
He smiled bitterly, memories attacking him again. He stood, going over to her. She smiled up at his tall figure, her shoulder length, messy blonde hair framing her hazel eyes and pale skin. He felt something pressed into his chest through the leather half-trench he wore, and he looked down, almost happy to see a stack of paper. He grabbed it, yelping when deft hands slipped into the back pocket of his jeans, slipping out his wallet. He glared while she smiled, riffling through the thick wad of money and pulling out a 20 note.
"What's that for?"
She leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Our dinner."
She grinned at him, then frowned, realising the man had forgotten it was her birthday.
"...You forgot!"
He put his hands up to ward of the volley of hits, backing away slightly.
"Oi! I didn't anyway. I just forgot about the dinner."
He grabbed a small package out of his desk, passing it to her with a small blush. She took it an unwrapped the fine paper, smirking slightly.
"Aww, thanks. It beautiful."
He took the slender silver snake chain from her, clipping it on. The sapphire gleamed brilliant blue, reflecting all. She reached up again, hugging him and gently brushing their lips together. He smiled against them, wrapping strong arms around the lean figure. As she pulled away, running a delicate hand through her hair, he collapsed back into his chair, starting on the sheets of paper. It was such an easy job for him. He basically had to 'register' weapons for the world fighting forces. So, make sure they were working and such like. He got a lot of katana papers too, because he had a lot of experience in the matter. So it was up to him if he wanted America's weapons to be rendered useless or not. And it was mildly high-risk. So that bumped up the bill too. He finished in an hour,
grabbing his bag and waiting for Yuki to finish. The Japanese name often stirred something in him, what he didn't know.
"You right?"
She nodded, pulling a fancy jacket around her shoulders. They stepped out, wincing slightly at the cold air. Yuki grabbed his arm, holding it around her shoulders.
"Yuki?"
A blonde head popped around the door, smiling inanely. Kurogane was sprawled in his chair, shirt open to reveal a god-like torso with a hand grinding into his forehead. The laptop was open in front of him and he looked haggard. She shut the door carefully, stepping over softly. She got behind him, leaning on his broad shoulder.
"What's up?"
Slipping her hands underneath the collar of the cotton shirt, she massaged the considerable bulk of muscle, feeling it loosen. He growled, letting his head fall back.
"I need to do something. Anything."
She paused in her relentless relaxing of the muscle, kissing his brow.
"We could...go for lunch?"
He shook his head, closing his eyes.
"Meet my parents?"
His eyes shot open and he twisted, looking at her.
"Why not? Dad's pretty cool."
"...How old are you?"
She giggled, sliding into his lap. She nestled against his bare chest, caressing the dips and curves of his toned stomach. Kurogane sighed, nodding faintly.
"Anything's better than reading letters from the Russian General asking why the use of his .45 wasn't allowed. The idiot won't believe the nick in the muzzle gonna cause it to backfire one day."
"That's why I love you. So observant and you don't want people to get hurt."
"...Shut up."
"I love you too, Kuro-tan..."
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Kurogane clenched his jaw, pulling into the neat driveway of his girlfriends parents place. As they made their way up the path, a way smaller hand slipped comfortably into his larger tanned one, warming it. He smiled down at her, stepping back slightly as they reached the door.
Yuki knocked, a couple of seconds later the door opening to reveal a nice looking brunette lady who had kept her age well. She gasped at the sight of her daughter and Kurogane, ushering them inside with many 'Oh my lords' and 'how are you' s.
"Baby, how have you been! And, should I say, who's this fine young gentleman?"
She smiled warmly in Kurogane's direction, hugging her daughter.
"This is Kurogane, mum. He's my..."
"Boyfriend."
He outstretched a muscular arm, shaking hands with the older lady. She smiled wider, eyes bright.
"Where's dad?"
She made a hmm noise, looking out the back exasperatedly.
"He's working in the garden. I swear he loves it more than he loves me..."
Yuki pulled him out the back, all happy smiles.
"Dad! I need you to meet someone!"
A grey-blonde head was bent in a flourishing rose bush, clipping back the red blooms. He straightened, rubbing his back. He turned and the world froze for the ex-samurai.
"...Fai...?"