Love and War

A Gravitation fic

Disclaimer: I own nothing but OC and ideas

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Hello again, it's moi, GHSNEKO! This was originally meant to be a one-shot, but I decided to make it a chaptered story. Hope you enjoy! And after you read this, go to my profile and read my other stories please!

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Tohma Seguchi glanced up at the young woman in his office. "Miss Kindou, a pleasure to see you again." "Mr. Seguchi.." she replied, "The pleasure is all mine." "Now, you're here on business? Something about a new artist?" She nodded, her black hair shining in the light. "Yes, I found a wonderful singer/pianist I think you might be interested in...

A while later, he watched as she left. She was quite attractive, he would admit that. Silky black hair, with deep blue eyes, a nice physique... He shook his head to clear away the thoughts. He had a lovely wife. Miss Kindou was just a business associate...

Alana Kindou splashed water over her face in her apartment. She fell onto the bed, and hugged a pillow. "He's sooooooooo cute!!" Tohma Seguchi was very good looking, with a pleasant manner. He was the president of NG, the keyboard/synth player for Nittle Grasper... Had she mentioned he was really cute? "But...he wouldn't give a girl like me a second glance...I probably look like a school girl..." she told herself sadly. "Besides, he could get anyone he wanted...He's older than me...I don't have a chance." she sighed. Even so, she stared at her closet. "This...This should even the field..." she murmered...

"Come in." "Good morning, Mr. Seguchi.." Alana smiled pleasantly. "Ah, Miss Kindou." A small cough sounded from nearby. "Oh, this is my wife, Mika." "Hello." Mika said. "Hello, it's very nice to meet you, Ms. Mika." He's older than me...He's married...I don't have a chance in the world... She added it to her mental list. "Must keep smiling... That woman is smart, I can tell... Can't let her see..." she thought to herself. "I have to go now, Tohma. Father wants me to talk to Eiri again." Mika left without another word. "She isn't very affectionate... How can she not be, with a husband like Tohma?" she mused in her head. "Now, where were we, Miss Kindou?"

She looked even more attractive than the day before. Her long hair flowed down her back. The strapless red dress contrasted nicely. A short cream jacket covered the otherwise bare ivory shoulders. "We were--AH!" she cried as her shoe caught on a chair leg. Tohma caught her. Her cheeks warmed, and soon matched her dress.

He blushed as well, having caught a glimpse down said garment. She recovered quickly, and regained her balance. "Heh heh... Sorry about that.. I'm such a klutz sometimes.." "Oh, it's quite alright...Oh..You broke a heel..."Alana glanced down, and walked carefully to the chair. To no avail, as her ankle twisted from the imbalance. "Ow!" "Are you alright, Miss Kindou?" She sat down, and muttered, "I hurt my ankle..." Her eyes widened as he kneeled in front of her.

"Let me see..." He pulled off her shoes. "Which one?" "My left...I think.. Both kinda hurt.." she answered truthfully. He picked up her foot, and felt her ankle. "Does this hurt?" he asked, pressing his fingers against a spot. She winced and nodded. "I'll check the other.." he murmered. "That one feels ok..." she said when he repeated the test on her right foot.

Tohma rubbed her sore ankle gently. While he did, his gaze flickered up for a few seconds, over her nicely shaped legs. He bit the tip of his tongue. They really were nice. "Stop it, you perv!" he thought to himself. "You're married; you love Mika.." His male mind came back, and one hand shifted to her lower leg. Damn.

Alana felt her heart speed up as his fingers slid up her leg. "Oh, give it up. This isn't in any way sexual. He probably didn't mean to do that..." But still, it did feel good.. Why would someone like Tohma Seguchi massage her ankle? Most people in his position would have called for a car, or something, and continued talking business. Then again, he wasn't like other people. For instance, if one of the other's tried to do this, she would be extremely creeped out. But, Tohma was the youngest one she knew of; all the rest were old enough to be her father.

"I should probably stop...Although I'd rather not.."If only he..." "I wonder if she..." Their thoughts raced through their heads. He silently fought the urge to slide his hand even further up. "Does it feel better now?" he forced out. "Yes, thank you." she replied. He answered the ringing phone. "Hello? Yes...Yes...Good. I'll be looking forward to it...Goodbye." His gaze returned to her. "I'm having dinner with some clients tonight.. It will be terribly boring.. unless I have a lovely date to keep me company...Would you come please? I'd never be able to talk Mika into it."

She smiled, and nodded. "Of course, I'd love to." "Wonderful. Shall we go together? You can leave your car here at NG." "I think that's a great idea, Mr. Seguchi." He took her hand and kissed it. "Very well. Six o'clock tonight. I'll see you then, Miss Kindou.." Alana floated happily out of the building...

Tohma gasped as she came up the sidewalk. The simple, square-neck black dress looked really good on her. He led her to the car, and they drove to the restaurant. Several distinguished-looking older men sat around the table. "Good evening, gentlemen. This is Miss Kindou. She'll be joining us tonight." The men nodded. He pulled a chair out for her, and sat next to her. She listened to long conversations about stock, and other boring corporate stuff.

She really surprised them when one of the clients challenged his friend to solve a complicated math problem. When he couldn't, it was passed to others around the table. The last of the suits handed the napkin to her. "What about you, miss?" She glanced over it, and pulled a pen from her purse. "Mmhmm... Uh-huh... Here you go." she said, tossing it to the man. He compared it with a slip of paper. "Why, you're right! How on earth did you do that, young lady?"

She shrugged, and sipped her water. After that, the men entertained themselves by asking her questions like, "Where did you go to college?" and etcetera, etcetera. A young man approached the table, and asked something. They stared at him in confusion. Alana turned to him, and replied in the strange language. "Merci, mademoiselle." he said, then turned to Tohma. He blinked at the young Frenchman. She laughed at the man's compliment, and replied,"Oh, non non." He laughed with her, and said, "Bonsoir, mademoiselle.." "Bonsoir."

One of the older men leaned over the table, and patted her hand. "You're a very intelligent young woman." He smiled at her. She smiled back, and stood when he didn't remove his hand from hers. "Excuse me, gentlemen. I'll be right back." She walked to the ladies room, and washed her hands thoroughly. She freshened her makeup, and took a deep breath. "Creepy, old men... Ew."

Tohma excused himself a few minutes later, "I'll see what's keeping her.." He rolled his eyes as soon as his back was to them. Alana came out of the restroom. He took her hand, and murmered, "I'm sorry if they made you feel uncomfortable..." "It's ok. It isn't your fault." "No, it isn't ok. For men their age to flirt with someone like you, it's inexcusable. However, I must bear with them... But, if you want, I'll call a car for you..." She shook her head quickly. "And abandon you here? I can put up with it a little longer." "Are you sure?" She nodded, "Yes, Mr. Seguchi." He smiled, and led her back to the table...

Both breathed a sigh of relief when they left the restaurant. "So, Miss Kindou, would you like to take a walk?" Alana looked at him in surprise. "But, isn't your wife expecting you soon?" "After meetings like that, I usually have to go to a bar and have a few..." She giggled. "Then of course I'll come with you." They walked in the park for about half an hour before driving back to NG. Just as she was about to head to her car, he remembered something. "Oh, Miss Kindou, you left a folder in my office earlier. I need to go up there anyway, so if you need it..." Secretly, he had no reason to go, but he didn't want to say good night yet.

As they rode up in the elevator, he thought about their conversation in the park. She was an interesting girl. He had found it easy to talk to her. He unlocked the door to his office, and turned on the lights. The bulbs shone dully. "Hmm..I'll have to have that fixed..." She picked up the folder, and politely waited while he straightened some items on his desk. "OCD much?" she teased. "All the time." he replied. "Tell her, you idiot." "You're married!" "Tell her!" "Don't!" the voices in his head battled. He came around the desk, "Shall we go?"

She stepped back and began to turn around, but lost her balance. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her back. "I really shouldn't wear heels." she laughed. "Alana." "Huh?" Did he just...? "I-I have something to tell you...I think..I think I'm falling in love with you..." he said softly. He was still holding her hand, and his other strayed to her cheek. "The hell with falling...I am..." he whispered, pressing his lips to hers. Her eyes widened, then slowly drifted shut. When they pulled away, she whispered, "You're married..." He placed a finger over her lips. "Shh..." She stared into his blue-green eyes. This was no joke. "Tohma...I...I love you, too..."

A few minutes later, she leaned on the couch. He knelt in front of her, and brushed his lips up her legs. When the skirt of the dress got in his way, he slid his hands over it and up her body. She drew a shaky breath. "Tohma.. We should...should probably stop..." "I know... But... I don't... want to..." he replied, giving her short kisses. "Neither.. do I..." Just then, her phone rang. They stared at the tiny item until it ceased. She picked it up, and read the short text message. HEY, WHERE THE HELL R U? Alana sighed, and forced herself to stand. "It's from my friend. She's probably been calling my house... I'd better go..." she murmered sadly. Tohma stood up beside her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Not yet, please... Please stay...just a few more minutes..." he whispered. "I probably shouldn't..." "Please...just a little longer..." She nodded, and returned his kiss...

Tohma watched from his window as she left the building. As her figure faded from sight, he sat on his desk and stared at the ceiling. He had just kissed a woman. A woman who wasn't his wife. He let out a light groan. It had been an intimate, affectionate experience. His relationship with Mika had never been like that. "Who do I love?" he asked the empty office..

Alana collapsed on her couch. "I kissed him... I actually kissed Tohma..." Her thoughts drifted pleasantly. She had made out with her married boss. He was a really good kisser... "The hell with falling...I am..." He was in love with her! Then, all her thoughts came to a screeching halt. "WHOA! Backtrack!" MARRIED. "Damn it. I'm horrible...Damn it all..." She sighed, knowing what she had to do...

He stared at her. "Are you serious?" She nodded. "Last night...We can't repeat what happened...You're married, Tohma...I-I can't.. I can't mess with that..." Ah, the M word again. "Alana. What I said wasn't a lie. I love you." "I love you, too... But I... you're... I can't be a mistress..." she sobbed. He wiped away the tears, and replied, "All that matters is that we love each other...Nothing else..." "Tohma...I don't know if I can..." she said softly. "I only ask that you try... I would never force you into anything..No matter what, even if you end up breaking my heart...I'll always love you..." he finished, kissing her cheek. She leaned against his chest. "I'll try..."