Retribution
Chapter Two
-Piqued-
The next Friday Akito drove up to the famous club called the Viper. He handed the keys to his Ducati to the valet before walking in. He didn't need to wait in line, nor did he need to be on the list. He was an Uchiha, his looks and ride were enough to show people that he had money. And money spoke volumes. Tonight he wore some well fitting dark jeans, and a black button-down shirt, un-tucked, with the sleeves rolled up just above his elbows.
He looked around the club, his eyes landing on a spot of pink in the corner. She was standing amongst her friends, drink in hand, chatting it up. He watched her for a while, taking in her body language and watching as she finished her drink. Eventually she waved goodbye to her friends, setting down her empty glass and walking onto the floor, beginning an erotic dance.
His eyes widened as he watched her move. Now he knew why people said she was so alluring. She moved like a siren. The Uchiha walked onto the floor, making his way over to her. He stopped behind her and placed his hands on her hips, moving with her to the beat. "May I have this dance?" he asked in her ear, making sure that his voice sounded as alluring and velvety as possible.
Natsumi's eyes widened slightly and then shifted into an icy glare. She hated when men just came up and touched her as if she belonged to them. She didn't belong to anyone. She turned around, still in his grasp, about to go off on the offender when she froze. He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. "Hi." She mumbled softly, looking in awe.
"Hey." He smiled, which only made him seem more attractive. "Uchiha Akito." He said, removing his hands from her and holding one up, introducing himself.
"Hi," she said again, her surprised look still gracing her features. "Oh God." She blushed and shook his hand. "I'm Natsumi." She laughed, appearing thoroughly embarrassed.
He chuckled. "You have a lovely name." then he looked around a bit, since they were in the middle of the dance floor. "Would you like to dance with me?" he asked.
"Of course." She smiled brightly, taking his hand and pulling him further in. "Sorry I was so…bleh back there. Just some gross psychos try and hit on me and I get kind of reclusive." She admitted, beginning to move against him in an extremely sensual manner.
Akito moved against her as well, placing his hands on her hips once more. "No problem. It's completely understandable, given how beautiful you are. And there's a lot of strange people out there."
She lifted her arms and draped them around his neck, her halter top rising and allowing his hands grasp of her smooth skin. "You're telling me." She rested against him, enjoying the thrum of the beat and his body against hers. "So…tell me, what do you do? Cause' you must be new, I haven't ever seen you around here."
"I'm a lawyer." He told her.
"A lawyer?" she smirked. "Then how come you're so attractive? The only lawyers I've ever seen were old geezers or chicks."
He returned her smirk. "Well then I guess I'm just breaking the stereotype, huh?"
She shrugged, letting her fingers play with the hair over the nape of his neck. "I suppose so." She smiled, but then her gaze drifted to the side and she sighed. "Sorry. Looks like my posse wants to head out, and we kinda came together." She pulled away from him, letting her hands linger on his chest and then his abdomen. "So I guess I'll see ya round lawyer boy." She waved with her fingers as she moved past him.
He followed her off the dance floor. "Or you could stay, and I'll just take you home. We could even grab something to eat."
Natsumi laughed and turned to face him once more, giving him a once over. "Look. You're really, really hot, don't get me wrong. But I'm not a one night stand. And there's no way a stable guy like you isn't married. You're probably just out cause' your wife is boring you in bed and you'd like a little excitement. But I'm not the one to provide that. And if by chance you really are single, unless you intend on taking me to dinner, paying, dropping me back at home, and not stalking me or expecting anything else from this night, you'd just turn right back around and find some other chick who's willing and far easier to compensate with."
"So you're saying that it's not possible that a guy would just like to take a girl out because he wants to, no strings attached?" he raised a brow, taking a step towards her. "Because trust me, I have way better things to do than stalk you, and if I wanted an easy lay, I wouldn't have approached you on the dance floor. Maybe I'm asking because I know you're not like other girls."
She eyed him suspiciously, obviously thinking hard on the matter. "And you're not a psycho?" she asked, arching a delicate brow.
He smirked. "Anyone would just say no to that question, psycho or not. But, I promise that if I give off the vibe of being a psycho, you can leave. I will even pay for the taxi ride."
"True." The pink haired woman sighed. "Lemme see your left hand." She ordered, holding her own out for him to place his in. He did so, seeming a bit confused by the whole ordeal.
She pulled it closer and took out her phone, examining his hand, mainly his ring finger, with the light it gave off. After a while of scrutinizing she released it and smiled. "Alright. You can take me out. Just give me one second." She walked off then and back to the group he had seen her with before. She talked with them for a bit, her back to him as all her friends looked around her to get a nice view of him. All but one, who looked almost exactly like the pink haired bubble, were giggling. Her hair was much longer, and she appeared much more threatening as she sent him a harsh glare.
After a few moments the group of women left, and Natsumi walked back over to him. "I hope your friends aren't mad at me for stealing you for the evening." He said.
"Not really, just my sister. But she's overly suspicious of every person we come in contact with. So no worries." She smiled, waving it off. "So you want to stay and dance some more or leave or what?"
"Whichever you want to do." He returned her smile. "I did just up and change your plans for the evening, so you can pick."
"Well I do grow bored of the club scene."
"Then let's go get something to eat." He placed his hand on the small of her back as he led her towards the door.
Glares, mostly from men, followed them out, as well as whispers, until they were finally outside, waiting for the valet. "So where are you going to take me? Huh?" she asked, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. A noise, louder than a car, drew her attention and she saw the Ducati that pulled up and then the young man offer the keys to Akito. "Wow." She smirked. "Breaking all kinds of stereotypes aren't you?"
"What can I say? I'm a rebel." He snickered, taking the keys from the valet. "How does Italian food sound?" he pulled out his helmet, and then took out the spare one for her.
"You sure came prepared." She smirked, holding the helmet between her hands. "And I love Italian food."
"Well in my line of work it helps to be prepared." He put his helmet on before mounting his bike. Natsumi nodded, since it made sense, and put the helmet on before getting on behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. He revved the engine before speeding off down the street.
Eventually they pulled into the parking lot of an Olive Garden. He parked before raising the visor of his helmet and looking back at her. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah, this is good." She said, though it was muffled by her helmet. She pulled it off and smiled at him, "That was some ride."
The corner of his mouth tilted up as he took off his helmet. "Yeah, I love this bike."
"I bet you get a lot of ladies with this thing." She smirked, leaning back slightly and resting the helmet in her lap.
"Nah." He waved it off, getting off his bike and taking her helmet from her as he put them away in the compartment in the back. "All I really have to do is tell them I'm a lawyer, and they're all over me." He joked.
Natsumi laughed and got off, straightening her skirt. "Probably because they assume you're loaded. And us girls love the diamonds." She smirked, walking in as he held the door open for her. As they walked up to the host stand, the three went wide eyed, as did the people in the waiting area. "Two please." She smiled, looping her arm with Akito and leaning against him.
"Of course!" the man nodded and looked through their tables, ignoring the list and grabbing a few menus. "Right this way." He told them, leading them back with a bunch of curses after them, since the wait had appeared long.
Once they were seated, Akito looked at her and raised a brow. "So, what do you do? Since I'm pretty sure it wasn't me who got us to cut the entire line."
She glanced at him over the table and placed her elbows on the table, lacing her fingers together. "Really? Are you really asking that or trying to appear cute by not knowing who I am?"
"I dunno, how cute am I appearing?" he made a puppy dog face then, trying to veil his smile.
She giggled, actually appearing amused. "Pretty cute. Well…as you may know, I'm a supermodel."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've seen your picture a time or two." He nodded, picking up his menu.
"So what kind of lawyer are you?"
"Just a basic defense attorney at the moment. I work at my father's firm, and so he's having me start at the bottom and work my way to the top, so that I earn being a partner." He told her.
"Wow." She blinked, actually looking intrigued. "That's cool. Well, at least people won't tell you that you just got up there cause' of your dad." She smiled and looked up at the waiter, who came up and was just staring at her. Finally he snapped out of his daze and took their drink and food orders before leaving.
"So," he placed his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together. "How do you like being a supermodel?"
She shrugged, looking around, actually appearing a bit awkward. "It's okay. I really just get paid to do whatever the hell I want. No lines, party all night. Just take some pictures, a couple acting parts, nothing too big. So easy I suppose. It's not like have to go on some weirdo diet." She shrugged, taking one of the breadsticks and pulling it apart as she ate.
"Sounds pretty nice." He glanced around. "Well, besides all the weird stares that is." He took a breadstick as well.
"You get used to it. It doesn't really bother me so much anymore, unless they're the real bold types that would rather touch then stare, if you know what I mean." She sighed.
"Yeah." He nodded. "So, what else do you do for fun other than go clubbing?"
"Photo shoots, drinking, partying, pretty much the generic stuff you expect us air heads to do." She smiled, waving off the question and focusing back on him. "What about you? Do anything that doesn't have to do with work, you seem kinda serious."
He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "For the most part I do work. Then about once a week I meet up at this bar with my friends and share a drink. Occasionally I go paintballing, and then hit the gym, but not much." He smirked. "My life isn't as interesting as yours."
"It isn't as glamorous as people think, but they never believe me." She said, looking a bit sad. Finally their food came and the conversation died somewhat since they were both content with eating. Oddly enough it wasn't awkward air between the two when there was no conversation. "It's hard to have relationships with people. Like this last boyfriend I had, was a complete weirdo. He came to my house like every day wondering what I was doing. I mean…the way I broke up with him was kind of harsh, but he wasn't catching my other hints. It was really irritating when he took my 'I don't know if this is working out' as let's try harder. You know?"
Akito snorted, since he was totally going to hold this over Vincent's head. "Wow, sounds like a real loser. What did you see in him?" he asked.
She smiled, actually loosening up on the matter. "Well he was really nice. And he was a really good photographer. He also had these really cheesy pick-up lines that were pretty funny. But…he got so…obsessive in a really creepy way that it started freaking me out. I even caught him taking pictures of me when I was asleep one time, which was super creepy, cause' I never ever slept with him."
He blinked. No wonder out of all his friends he liked Vincent the least. He was a complete and total wacko. "Wow…that's…freaky. Good thing you dumped him."
Natsumi nodded, but then frowned. "I pretended to not remember our date and then left him on the front porch. I felt so bad about it. But there was no other way, except to let bygones be bygones I guess." she shrugged and seemed to lose the momentary sadness.
Wow, this chick was a piece of work. "Hm." He took a sip of the wine he had ordered with dinner. "You hang out with your exes?"
"Not really. Except one of them, since he was really funny, but he dumped me for my sister so it's alright. Plus we only dated for like a week." Natsumi explained, shrugging. "He's a cool artist."
"Anyone I've heard of?" he asked.
"His name's Kyo."
He nodded. "Sounds vaguely familiar."
"He seems to be doing pretty well." She said, bubbling on as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "If you're interested in art I could always let you meet him and see his work."
"That'd be pretty cool." He said, though he'd already done both, and would probably avoid it so that Kyo wouldn't let something slip. That idiot just sucked at keeping secrets, especially because he had these stupid things called morals.
They finished eating then, and once their bill had been paid, they left, Akito leading her out with a hand on her lower back. He got out their helmets, and handed her the spare. "So where do you live?" he asked, putting his on.
"I live on Westmount. It's a ways off, but the number is two sixteen." She told him, putting the helmet back on and fastening it.
"No problem." He said, getting on his bike. Once Natsumi was on behind him he lowered the visor to his helmet and left the parking lot, heading towards her home.
It took a while to get there, but they eventually did. He pulled up to the large estate, turning off his bike and removing his helmet once they were in front of her house. "This the one?" he asked, just wanting to be sure.
"Yup." She nodded, taking off his helmet and getting off the back of his bike. She handed it back to him and gave him a warm smile. "Thanks a lot, I had a really nice time."
He returned her smile as he put away the spare. "Me too." He walked her to her door then. "So, when do I get to see you again?" he asked.
"I dunno." Her smile turned into a smirk. "Did you intend for this to turn into something more than just dinner?" she asked, sticking her key into the door and unlocking it.
"Perhaps." He smirked. "Or maybe I just wanna see if I like you enough to make it something. I do have high standards, after all."
She arched a delicate brow, trying not to let that affect her too much. How could she possibly not be up to his standards already? "Well…I don't give my number out to people I don't know. So why don't you give me yours and I'll decide whether or not to call you."
"Sounds fair I suppose." He said, pulling out his wallet. He handed her a business card. "Don't stalk me." He smirked, before turning and walking back to his motorcycle. He put on his helmet before getting on and starting it back up. With a final wave, he drove off, the revving of his engine being heard throughout the neighborhood before it disappeared.
Natsumi shook her head, a smile still adorning her face. She went into her house and locked the door behind her as she flipped on the light switch. She looked at the card and the numbers, as well as his name. "So professional." She sighed, deciding to call it a night.
She went back to her room after shutting everything off. Once she was changed into her pajamas she crawled into her massive king sized bed and looked at the card she'd set on her bedside table. She picked it up and looked over it once more. "Hm. What an interesting man you are Mr. Lawyer." She mumbled, before replacing it and turning off her lamp. Surrounded by darkness, Natsumi allowed herself to replay the night and dream about what could possibly be. Of course though, she would never make it too easy.