Chapter 3
"Alright, you won't tell me your name, or your age, by the way you look younger than me," noted the silver haired Yagyuu or 'Niou' as he watched as Enma go up against a serving machine firing at 200km/h, a feet that very much impressed him but he was more interested in the way how her sweat made her white top see through. "Why?" he pleaded.
"You're oddly clingy for a guy who dyes his hair silver and judging by the conversations we've had…how should I put this? A man whore? A play boy? Bed hopper? Shall I go on?" she offered as the machine spat out its last ball, she swung Niou's racket and hit it with amazing strength and accuracy. "Whew! That was fun!"
""You're so mean," complained Niou childishly not for the first time that day as he raised his can of ponta for a drink only to have Enma snatch it away from and drink it herself. "Hey!"
"You've just been starring at my breast for the past half hour and I charge a price for looking, it ranges from 'give me you're ponta' to you lying on the ground clutching your groin and what is left of your dignity," said Enma putting the drink down.
"Yikes, you have bite," remarked Niou. "You're also very good at tennis, but your offence is a little weak, you used to play doubles didn't you?" he guessed.
"How'd you know?"
"Well, it was either that or you were a baseline player, but from what I've seen you're an all rounder," explained Niou. "Also, you keep to the centre of the court, that's part of the doubles formation called 'Australian formation'."
"Sharp," complimented Enma with a nod as she sat down on the coach bench beside Niou.
"Thank you." There was a silent pause.
"Alright, do you really want to know?" asked Enma turning slightly to face Niou; he did the same to face her.
"Yes."
"Alright, but everything I am about to tell you stays between us and no one else, you hear?" Niou nodded. "If I find out you blabbed I am going to remove one of your balls and have it bronzed for your school trophy case, you hear?"
"Suddenly I'm scared," remarked Niou. "Maybe I don't want to know now."
"Too late," said Enma. "I'm not even in high school yet, but I have a fiancé in college thanks to me 'Parents' but wait, they're technically not my parents, they're actually my Uncle and his wife, my REAL mother used to throw me from room to room telling me I was fat and ugly and that no one was dumb enough to love me. Because of that to this day I STILL struggle with low self esteem and I've once tried to kill myself, yes, it's true." She added to Niou's bewildered expression. "Because of all the beatings I got I started wearing a corset to soften her kicks and now I really love them, they go with almost anything including jeans and I can eat whatever I want without feeling guilty or worried about my waistline because I can't eat much anyway because it presses down on my stomach restricting the amount of food going in. I've slept with my second cousin, accident," she added once more. "We were at a costume party and he'd swapped costumes with another guy and you know…" she paused to breath. "I use my past to manipulate my grandfather to give me all the money and material things I want, I've cried to get my own way and yes I've slept with an older man just to close a business deal, on the other hand he was 26 and extremely hot so it was a two way win.
"My best friend just told me he loves me, I just found out that my 'fiancé' is going to be staying in England for a few extra year which is why this-" she waved her hand at Niou. "-happened. It was recently the anniversary of the day of my mother's death and when I went to visit her grave, I danced, yes, I danced, why did I dance? Because I'm a crazy person, I'm a crazy person who manipulates others for my own selfish reasons and do you know what's worse? I LIKE it! I like to have people in the palm of my hand, I like having trash on almost every person in my family and I like to make other's lives miserable." She inhaled slowly. "Want to hear more?"
"Umm," said Niou as he continued to stare at Enma. "Hold your horses for one moment though; you SLEPT with your second cousin?"
"I repeat once more, accident, anyway since then he's been homosexual, I think I had something to do with it, on the other hand his boyfriend is a stump, a hot stump but still a stump so I think it worked out for the best for him." She inhaled and leaned against the back of the bench. "Do you think I'm crazy? Because I do."
"No, well actually yes," admitted Niou. "You're very crazy, very VERY crazy, but with what you just unloaded on me, my head is spinning just listening so I can't imagine living your life. On the other hand I like manipulating people too, so if that makes me crazy as well…I like it."
Enma smiled and leaned in and kissed Niou gently on the lips. "You're very sweet, but if you tell anyone what I just told you I'm not kidding I will yank off your balls and bronze them for a trophy case."
"Now I'm scared," said Niou with a mock puppy expression.
"And very cute," added Enma leaning closer and pressing him against the bench. Niou placed his hand on the back of his head and pulled her closer for another kiss.
"You're a very crazy person," noted Niou once they broke off.
"I know."
"And evil, very evil, I feel as if I've been drawn to the dark side of evil," he added kissing her.
"Let's just call it, the softer grey side of evil."
"And seductive, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but even though you're covered in sweat and smell a bit from playing tennis I'm having a hard time keeping it in my pants."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment," said Enma slightly unsure. "Is it, a compliment?"
"Very much so," agreed Niou kissing her again. "You're evil, on the very blurry line between sanity and crazy, manipulative, seductive."
"You've said all that already," Enma replied kissing his neck.
"You're like a female version of me," he remarked.
"How so?" asked Enma resting her head against his shoulder.
"My dad's way of expressing his love was purposely missing a few times when he played throw the beer cans at the kid, I've slept with my cousin, not an accident, I was just bored. I'm handsome," Enma smiled but said nothing. "Very seductive, as you would know. My idea of fun is spending an hour filling my team mate's locker with tennis balls to the brim and watch as he opens the door."
"I would watch that," said Enma.
"I once put red dye in the school water," said Niou.
"Fake period?" guessed Enma.
"No, when he came out of the shower he was tinted pink," explained Niou, Enma grinned.
"Nice," she commented when her phone went off. "Hello?" she said holding her LG EnV to her ear.
"Hello, Ojou-sama," said the voice on the other end of the line.
"Not married yet so still a Yukimura," remarked Enma.
"Yes well, your father in law is hosting a party at 2 at the Plaza and would like for you to come," said the male voice.
"Why?"
"Appearance and such."
"No."
"He also said he has a box for you with the label 'Bezerk Corsets'." Enma thought for a moment.
"He knows me well," she replied. "Tell him I'm also charging a new outfit for the party and others little things on him."
"His prepared reply is: do whatever you want just get here," answered the voice. Enma grinned and hung up the phone.
"What's going to happen next?" asked Niou who had been listening the entire time.
"Masaharu, do you want to go shopping with me?" she offered.
* * *
Niou flipped the price tag on one of the shirts in display and promptly turned it back over. "One of these shirts is enough to pay for a lifetime supply of fireworks, well, almost a life time," he added. Enma grinned.
"I'm not the one paying."
"So why is your father in law buying for a new outfit?" he asked.
"It has become a common fact that in my family and my in-law's to be family that if you want something from me, then you have to bribe me," she answered honestly. "Except for my engagement…yeah, I had no say in that one."
"Are you really that materialistic?" asked Niou.
"Yes, no, maybe, maybe not, I don't know, but it makes things easier for me if they think they can bribe me with a new Prada or Burberry, not so much Burberry anymore since Emma Watson became the face."
"You don't like Harry Potter?"
"Oh no, I LOVE Harry Potter, I just think Emma Watson should stick to acting, Draco Malfoy is my favourite character by the way."
"Sirius Black," replied Niou. "You know, I think you would look great in that dress," he added pointing to a sleek royal blue strapless dress on display.
"Really? Well I still have a hangover from last night so I'll listen to you," answered Enma and she left to try it on.
Niou sighed as he sat down on the bench and waited.
"Excuse me, but how did you even get in?" asked a shop assistant.
"Pardon?" he asked her.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"I'm a customer."
"Not a paying one," she answered.
"Is something wrong?" asked a man dressed in a black suit.
"I was just asking him to leave," answered the assistant.
"What for?" protested Niou. The man grabbed Niou by the forearm.
"Let's go son."
"Let go!" demanded Niou yanking his arm out of the security guard's grip.
"Is something wrong?" asked Enma walking towards them.
"Enma-ojousama, no, nothing, I was just-" began the shop assistant.
"Yuu-dono," interrupted Enma and shoving her aside. "What do you think?" she asked turning on the spot for Niou to see the dress she was wearing.
"It's nice," replied Niou.
"Should I get?" she asked playing the airheaded rich girl.
"Yes…no, actually, no don't, it's nice but not wow nice," he answered.
"Then I shouldn't get it? You said you'd buy me anything here," she said pouting and widening her sapphire blue eyes. The shop assistant immediately realised her blunder as did the guard.
"I'm so sorry sir," she apologised.
"Did something happen?" asked Enma playing the dumb trophy girlfriend as she wrapped her arms around Niou. "Tell me," she pleaded.
"Nothing, let's just get out of here," answered Niou with a frown. "Let's go somewhere else, okay honey?"
Enma pouted but replied. "Sure." And slouched away.
"Oh! Um, Miss, you look lovely!" shouted the shop assistant as she raced after Enma. "Miss!"
"I'm very sorry sir," apologised the security guard.
"It's no problem," replied Niou with a cocky smile.
* * *
"I'm so sorry about that," said Enma as the two left the store after they (namely Enma and her so called fiancé Atobe Yuu) "I should have warned you that unless you're reeking of money all shop assistants are like that."
"No problem," replied Niou. "It was fun," he added.
"Yeah," agreed Enma. "Listen Masaharu-"
"No, let me go first," interrupted Niou. "That experience just now made me realise how different out statuses are. I really like you, you're fun to be around, amazing at tennis, I swear I haven't lost that badly in a singles match since my match against Yanagi. And I know if we break it off now it'll leave a bad taste in out mouths but…you know what I'm getting at."
"Yeah," answered Enma understanding although she still wasn't happy about it. "Yeah, I get it."
"And let's face it, it was a one nighter, your fiancé just chose to study over spending time with you, I just watched as the guy I like get together with a girl, I'm bi," he added.
"Oh!"
"We were bother lonely and, well bored, for lack of a better word-"
"True."
"-it's not as if it was going to end any differently." Enma nodded and sighed.
"I had fun," she said.
"Me too." Enma walked closer and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"Bye."
"Yeah, tell you what, knowing me, I'd probably be at that club almost always, so if you-" Enma hit him gently and laughed.
"Goodbye Niou Masaharu," she said firmly. Or Yagyuu or whatever your name is.
"Yeah, bye." Enma watch as he walked away, once he was far enough that she was sure he wasn't going to see or hear anything, she turned around and walked back inside the store to make that assistant's life a living hell for the next hour or so.
A/N: As usual, sorry about the spelling mistakes, and all this will be coming back to haunt Niou, Enma as well but mainly Niou
