Ashy-note I don't — never did, never will — like a woman-player version of Natsume because come on, as long as Akira Tonoichi lives, who needs Natsume? Don't forget to leave a review. (:

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Level One: The Order of Things

When Akira Tonoichi decides he wants to chase after a girl, he chases said girl and naturally, as the order of things fall into place, he gets her. It was relatively easy; there were just a few steps to capturing a girl's heart. It baffled him greatly to think how some men (or most men, at that) complain about how difficult girls can get, because it was easy. It was like breathing to him.

He sauntered into the bar, long black hair streaming behind in graceful sashaying movements. Eyes turned wherever he passed. If he looked back, he would have seen ladies giving him The Lookand unconsciously licking their lips in the process. Despite the mid-back length of his straight hair, no one could ever take him for a girl. His broad shoulders and tall stature were enough to speak for themselves.

He reached the counter smoothly and winked at the female barista. "Martini, miss," he spoke in his default seductive voice. "Shaken, not stirred."

The female appeared to have melted. Tono couldn't blame her, but he couldn't help it when he subtly grazed the back of her hand when he took the drink.

Too easy.

In the dimness of the bar's many gyrating lights, Tono's face was pale and striking. Wearing a black tuxedo, leaning casually against the counter, eyes lazily sifting through people (mostly women), he was definitely attractive. Sure, Hyuuga was probably as handsome as him, but Hyuuga was far too intimidating. Tono knew he was more approachable than the Fire.

"Hello, handsome."

And there was his proof. As he flicked his onyx eyes languidly to his right, a sultry smile made its way to his lips when he saw the woman sitting right beside him, swilling wine glass in one hand.

"Hello, gorgeous," he replied, swivelling his seat to face her. "Care for more wine?"

"My, my, you are fast," she replied. "Your reputation precedes you, Tonoichi, but I never figured you to be the ladies' man they say you are."

So she knew him. That made things relatively easier. He could see she wasn't the easy type, but he could also see through her defences almost effortlessly.

Tono leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"You can't say unless you've known, gorgeous."

She moaned. Bingo.

Fifteen minutes later he was slamming the doors shut behind them as they furiously kissed each other, barely making it to his suite's king-sized bed. It exhilarated him, the feeling of a woman wrapping her legs around his waist, clinging to his shirt and ravenously coaxing his tongue into fights. There was power in the way she held on to him for dear life, like she'd known him all his life. When they finally hit the bed, as he expertly and slowly undressed her and he listened to her ragged breathing and silly little moans, his power was complete.

And naturally, as the order of things fell into place, he took her and had her, and kicked her out of his hotel room by dawn.

Things were getting boring.

Far too easy.