A/N: Okay, just a fair warning. Language and suggestive content. But I sincerely hope you all enjoy this latest (and probably last) installment of the Kris Akito war [Insufferable Bastards/The Irresistible Force Paradox/Fire And Ice].
As a side note, I didn't want to put the lyrics in, but this chapter was heavily influenced and received inspiration from the song "The Heist" by X-Ambassadors. Please listen to the song, as it will enhance the feeling of the chapter.
And a super duper special thank you to MoonlitAtMidnight (formerly known as TohruKyoYuki). So, my dearest friend. You remember when I said that there was a concept I was working on that was one-hundred percent inspired by one of your reviews? And remember when you reviewed on 'Fire And Ice', saying "You know what I would love to see? If there was a woman that appeared to be buying Kris' lies but really, she gets one over on him. That, would be awesome too."Well...this is it. Hope this makes you smile.
Liquid charcoal eyes gazed out the bay window of the trendy cafe, surveying the bustling crowd of faceless people as they passed by on their various destinations. This city was teeming and simply overflowing with life that spilled from the doors of skyscraper buildings and bled into the city's sidewalks and streets. Hundreds of thousands of nameless souls on their way from where they had just been. Some ending the monotonous day of work, ready to put the tedious tasks of the day to an end. Some, the silent spectator could tell, were only now just beginning their day. Truly beginning their day, having dressed themselves in such finery for an evening they had no intention of ending anytime soon.
But none of them were the face this silent spectator was waiting for.
None of them were him.
So she continued to wait, searching the crowd. If the information she had been supplied with was accurate, in which she had been given no reason for doubt, the one she waited for would show himself soon enough. It was only a matter of time. And though the two had never met, she was assured that there would be no way of mistaking him. As her dark, ebony gaze continued scanning the infinite faces, the small smirk of a smile shaped her exotic, Asiatic features.
Even the casual, almost strategic mussing of his inky black hair could not hide the fact that behind this beautiful exterior lay a ruthless wolf. There was no doubt that the man stood out in the sea of sheep, having dressed himself in an expensively tailored suit paired with designer Ray Ban sun glasses, despite the dying light of a setting sun. The black fitted vest wrapping itself around his slender waist, the sleeves of his white dress shirt having been casually rolled to just above the elbows to give him a slightly more personable look. To set him apart. And this ensemble had only been further refined and separated from the mass of corporate suits and ties in the simple fact that the man had left the few top buttons of his dress shirt unfastened to reveal the delicate gold cross that hung from his neck. But this he seemed to sport with the effectiveness and power of any tie that would only have swallowed him up in this crowd of sheep.
But this man was no sheep. In fact, this man was no man at all, but an urban predator. And tonight the predator had turned prey, becoming unsuspectingly hunted by the woman's obsidian gaze. She stood herself up from the elegant table of the cafe, relishing the way her short reveling skirt cinched and desperately clung to her thighs. Like the hungry grasp of a lovers fingertips. Fingers that she sought to make manifest all too soon along her pale milky flesh as she saw herself out of the garish establishment in her erotically high stiletto heels.
She had dressed herself for a kill mission, and now her target was clearly in sight.
Gracefully treading across the street towards her prey, moving closer towards his presence, the woman watched as he made for his phone, delicately placing a single ear bud as slender fingertips wrapped around the length of cord in order to masterfully manipulate the sleek microphone embedded within. As he began to conduct a one sided conversation, the man gave off an almost arrogant persona of speaking to himself. The woman took her time as she discreetly drew close enough to the man to finally make out the harsh words forced from his thin lips.
"You can't be fucking serious. Are you really this fucking stupid? Really?" The woman's rudimentary understanding of English was enough to discern this man's distasteful, almost barbaric rhetoric that startlingly contrasted his breathtaking beauty. "That's what being under contract means, Hunter." This came harshly snapped from thin lips held in a taut line of dissatisfaction.
The lull in conversation allowed the man to fish out a pack of cigarettes from his business trousers, claiming one as the pack was put back in its rightful place on his person. A hand cupped and curled thin fingers over the cigarette as he lit it, taking a slow drag before exhaling a breath of smoke. He held the cigarette delicately poised between his fingers as he reengaged the one sided conversation.
"You are not a free agent. You do not go around peddling your shit to anyone you feel like just because you think it will make you more money." He spat into the air. "Your ass is owned by Switchblade Records, and you make music for me." The man murmured, his tone dangerously low as he took another drag of his cigarette, releasing a slow whisper of smoke. "I wrote your contract. Of course I fucking read it." This came along the breath of a pause. "Did you..?" He deadpanned seriously through another drag of his cigarette and unnervingly calm passivity. "Or is it that you really are just too stupid to understand this concept?" This came in an almost aggressively feral hiss as the man's upper lip gave over to the infinitesimal quiver of a veiled snarl, raising the cigarette and tips of his well manicured fingers in order to hail a public vehicle for his departure.
As a vehicle finally drifted along to the curb to meet him, the man took a final drag of his cigarette before dropping it to the sidewalk and snuffing it out beneath his foot, opening the door of the back seat. Little to no attention was paid to the woman as she too, discreetly slipped herself into the back of this public transportation. A practice she thought not uncommon as the man monotonously offered up a destination. Resting the phone along his thigh, his hand coming to hover over it to keep it stationary, the man aimlessly gazes through his designer frames and away from her out the window of the vehicle as he continued his conversation in her unnoticed presence.
Without a second thought as the driver of the taxi slowly pulled away.
"Yeah, well you're a complete moron if you think this little stunt of yours will pay off, Hunter." This came along the heels of another pause before the man spoke again, his tone growing colder with each threat. "Fine." He lilted dangerously low as the woman drifted just a bit closer in her seat next to him, attempting to remain unobtrusive. "Go to Langland Productions." The man taunted, giving a casual, veiled glance to the expensive looking watch adorning his wrist. "They're office closes in thirty minutes." He deadpanned in challenge. "Lets see who can get to them fastest." Thin lips formed into the small twitch of a smirk that spread its way into an almost malicious, predatory smile. "I guarantee that when I reach them first...and I will...that any sort of deal that you made with them behind my back will go up in fucking flames."
As he continued to openly ignore the close proximity of her presence for the company of the disembodied voice, the woman gave herself over to a small sigh followed by the imperceptible shake of her head. These little boys were all the same...no matter where she went. They always seemed to be more interested in dominating other men. Even, and sometimes most especially, when in the company of a beautiful woman. Though she still failed to see the purpose of this ridiculous display, it was by no means a rare phenomenon. And it became woefully clear to her that if she wished this encounter to move in the direction she desired, she would need to take matters into her own hands.
Quite literally...
Slender fingertips began delicately ghosting along the man's leg. Soft, feather light touches that began unobtrusively along the knee to gain his attention and stir his arousal. When this didn't seem to deter the man from conducting his business she became just a bit bolder, her hand drifting seductively slow up and along his inner thigh. This seemed to have the desired effect she had wanted. The slightest lull came over the one sided, hostile conversation as that veiled gaze slowly turned in her direction.
"Hold on..." This came lowly murmured through thin lips, followed by the slow tilt of the man's chin as an exotic pale blue gaze peered directly at the woman from just above those designer frames.
The light gnawing of his lower lip. A small sigh of consideration to her through a thin nose. The slight arch of a well groomed brow. And that pale exotic gaze flitted down to his lap where her fingers had seemed to make quite an impression.
"Something just came up."
The man's delivery came so perfectly straight faced. Only the lightest twitch of a smirk along the corner of his lips betrayed the sardonic humor of this statement before he turned away once more to give his full attention to the conversation at hand. His expression came stoic and slightly frigid as he addressed the disembodied voice along the other end of the line.
"But don't think for a moment that I'm done with you. Not by a long shot." The man murmured coldly, his tone cutting and ruthless as he spoke. "Your ass better be in the studio tomorrow morning." He warned, his voice dropped dangerously. "Because you and I are going to have a conversation you will not enjoy." With this the man gave a gentle tug to the wire connecting the earbud, ending the conversation as a lull of silence filled the car.
"...so..." The low murmur of his familiar voice came a whisper to caress the silence around them as his fingers danced along the device on his lap, sending off a text message. "...what exactly is it that you want...?" This question came with the small tug of a smile in response to the slow, creeping fingertips up along his inner thigh.
"I'm here on business." She lilted delicately in an exotic accent. "And you seem like a man who might know where I could go in order to enjoy myself while I'm here."
"Really..." The man lulled flatly, the tone of his voice veiling his interest. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
"I was hoping for a recommendation on a nice place to stay." Her voice came delicately schooled through an airy, seductive lilt as her hand remained in his lap.
"Pity." Came this sardonically monotonous response. "It seemed like you were interested in something else." His voice betrayed a hint of disappointment.
"And what might that have been?" Her voice came innocently naive before delicate lips shaped themselves into an enticingly sinful smile.
"A good time and a place to stay for the evening." He deadpanned through a small twitch of a smirk.
"Is that an offer, sir?" She feigned a masterfully constructed expression of coy surprise towards his boldness with the lightest dusting of pink along her cheeks as he gave a small shrug.
"Maybe." He murmured casually in consideration. "When do you have to leave?"
"Tomorrow morning." Her voice came an attractive lilt of response.
"And where did you say you're from?" The man asked with an air of curious indifference.
"...I didn't." She whispered with a playful smile.
"Excellent." This came almost purred from thin lips curled in a predatory smile, the man truly enjoying the air of mystery about this woman, along with the lack of any possible attachment as his fingers delicately brushed the skin of her thigh just below the hem of her skirt.
He didn't suspect a thing, and she knew then that she had him right where she had wanted him all along.
And now she could finally begin the task she had been sent to do.
The rest of the evening went exactly as she had planned. Filled with the brutality of pleasure spiked with pain as she allowed him to throw her body up against the wall and other unforgiving surfaces. There had been no hint or trace of affection in these vial acts as they waged full out war on one another's bodies, desecrating each others flesh. But affection wasn't what she had come for. That wasn't why he had been chosen. Affection was unnecessary, because it was something that neither one of them had been looking for.
But both had been satisfied, regardless. Though the woman begrudgingly admitted to herself that she had not necessarily been satisfied the way her lover had. But none the less, she reveled in a job well done.
Untangling herself from him as his naked form laid in almost blissful slumber, the woman quietly dismissed herself to the bathroom to clean herself up. She had gotten what she had come for. She had finished him. Stepping back out into the darkened hotel room, taking stalk of the lateness of this hour and the evidence of her success, the woman's dark obsidian fell along the stranger in the bed as a soft, almost tender smile laced her lips.
Everything had gone as planned, and the whole time he hadn't suspected a thing.
Silently drifting her alluring body towards the bed, the woman placed something along the pillow lying next to him that had been meant for her. A single, black rose...and a note encased in an envelope. With the way this evening had gone, she knew that her employer would be pleased.
"This is goodbye, lover." She whispered to the sleeping form through that soft smile of hers. "I doubt that I will be allowed to see you again after this." In the silence that ensued, the woman made her way towards the door, allowing the man to enjoy his unfettered slumber before glancing over her shoulder to gaze upon him.
...just once more...
"And Akito-sama sends his regards." This lightly whispered farewell came followed by the soft click of the closing door as the room was once again plunged into darkness.
A/N: Thank you all for reading, and hope you enjoyed this! And this chapter kicks off the final confrontation between Kristean Mitchell and Akito Sohma, so stay tuned!
As a final note, another thanks to Fandom Angst for allowing me an open relationship with their characterization of Akito Sohma from "Creatures of the Underworld".
