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Sorry it has taken me so long. I had three papers due this week so you could say I was a little busy.
Tetsuya knew he should have run while he had the chance. Now Kasanoda had him pinned to the mattress and he was in trouble.
"Tell me." Kasanoda enunciated through gritted teeth. Kasanoda had both of Tetsuya's wrists in one hand and the other had a firm grip on Tetsuya's chin.
"It was like unwrapping a present." Tetsuya finally stated calmly. "She had on all these layers. It was like…oh I don't know seeing someone through a mirror."
"Well that explains why you take obscene pleasure in unwrapping gifts." Kasanoda grumbled. "I am still angry with you."
"I know." Tetsuya replied meekly then groaned as Kasanoda twisted his hips and ground their erections together. "Maybe we should go to counseling. We have issues we need to work out." Tetsuya managed to voice his opinion before Kasanoda kissed him quiet.
"I think I know what type of counseling we need right now." Kasanoda murmured breaking the kiss. Standing Kasanoda grabbed Tetsuya's boxers and pants together. Yanking them off and sliding Tetsuya off the bed onto the floor. Tetsuya yelped as his naked behind made contact with the hardwood floors.
"What the…" Tetsuya started to say but stopped. He abruptly flipped onto his knees with a little help from Kasanoda. "Kasanoda!" Tetsuya screeched as he felt hands trailing down his sides.
"Ayame I want you to entertain these gentlemen." Ayame's mother whispered quietly leading her daughter towards a group of men in tuxedos. Ayame was in her full geisha regalia and happy to comply and get away from her mother's overbearing presence. As she was introduced Ayame took note of each of the men as her mother introduced them. She knew all of them except one. As her mother moved to introduce him, the bespectacled man interrupted her.
"My father is signaling for you." The man injected smoothly cutting off her mother's introduction. Ayame briefly took stock of the arrogant manner, the piercing dark gray- brown eyes and the silver-rimmed glasses. He was just a hair taller than she was but his presence made him seem taller. The way his eyes had flashed over her and dismissed her made her want to throw something at him.
"What a prick." Ayame thought before she smiled sweetly and began to charm the group in full geisha mode.
After a couple of minutes spent in their company, someone called for attention and a man approached the podium. Ayame immediately recognized him as Yoshio Ootori. Her mother had been telling her for months about the final negotiations for an entertainment endeavor between her father and the Ootori. Ayame had merely ignored her mother as always during the talks. During her brief recap of what she knew of the man, she felt a ripple of response go through the crowd. Bringing herself back into awareness, she heard the final part of the Ootori's statement.
"My successor shall be my son, Kyoya and to help him in the running of his empire shall be the lovely daughter of the black pearl…"
"That's my mother." Ayame thought in shock.
"And phenomenal actor and business man known by one name Hoshi."
"Oh my god!" Ayame mentally screamed.
"The legendary in her own right geisha, the night flower, Ayame." Yoshio finished with a flourish. It took all of Ayame's geisha training not to throw a tantrum. Smiling and bowing, as she had been taught to do since birth, Ayame gracefully drew her fan hiding her face behind it. Shyly she peeked over the edges at the crowd and batted her eyelashes. The room erupted in applause as Ayame straightened, smiled brilliantly, and refolded her fan.
Ayame took the offered arm of the man who she now knew as her fiancé and tried not to scream. Her internal radar was screaming that this man was a bastard. As she and the man, she now knew as Kyoya stood and accepted the congratulations of the crowd. Ayame felt sick with worry and slightly dizzy. Making an excuse she neatly left her position and ran to the nearest phone.
"Boss!" Tetsuya screamed as Kasanoda reared into him again.
"Yes Tetsuya?" Kasanoda asked sweetly as he thrust rapidly into his lover, who was bent over the side of the bed.
"I…" Tetsuya whimpered when he felt Kasanoda slap him on the ass.
"I do believe you should speak in complete sentences to be understood." Kasanoda panted as the warm passage he was embedded in tightened almost painfully around his erection.
"I can't take it any more." Tetsuya begged as the phone rang. Kasanoda paused listening to the ring tone; he had never heard this one before.
"Answer your phone." Kasanoda commanded ceasing his movements.
"What?" Tetsuya asked blurrily.
"Your phone is ringing so answer it." Kasanoda grunted.
"Fine." Tetsuya replied evenly knowing better than to continue to argue the point, as he reached for his phone. "Hello?" Tetsuya answered as Kasanoda thrust into him again brutally.
"We have a problem." Ayame spoke into the receiver in a low tone. Making sure no one was around.
"Now is not the time." Tetsuya replied pressing the phone to his ear hard to keep her from hearing the sounds of him and Kasanoda.
"I just got engaged." Ayame dropped the bomb and waited for a response.
"Engaged?" Tetsuya gasped as Kasanoda shifted to hit Tetsuya's prostate. "How did that happen?" Tetsuya demanded promptly whimpering as Kasanoda began to pound him hard.
"That isn't the worst part." Ayame sighed. "Wait is someone with you?"
"Yes!" Tetsuya replied. "Dinner tomorrow?"
"Sure bring the man." Ayame chuckled happy for Tetsuya.
"Can do." Tetsuya grunted as he disconnected. Tetsuya's eyes rolled into his head as he came. Kasanoda followed behind shortly. Putting the slumbering Tetsuya into the bed, he picked up the phone and looked at the screen. Contemplating the phone Kasanoda sighed before he hooked it up to the charger and laying down beside his slumbering lover.
"You have one more chance." Kasanoda whispered into his ear. "I love you but I can only put up with so much." Tetsuya snuggled closer and Kasanoda rested his chin on top of Tetsuya's hair and went to sleep.
Ayame smiled at the phone as she hung up. She was genuinely happy for Tetsuya. "Now maybe he will stop whining so much." Ayame thought with a laugh before allowing her emotional mask to slip back on.
Determination made Ayame sparkle. As she charmed people left and right, she made sure to stay as far away from her mother, Kyoya and his father. Four hours later Ayame managed to leave. As she got into the car she had come in, she wondered about how she was going to handle everything. Thoughts racing she failed to notice the presence of someone else in the car.
"A pretty face such as yours should not be screwed up like that." Kyoya said smoothly interrupting Ayame's thoughts.
"I don't think that should bother you over much because I highly doubt we will see each other much." Ayame retorted stiffly irritated at herself for being caught unawares.
"We have so many functions to attend." Kyoya told her. Crossing his legs, he leaned back in the seat and went back to studying her. Ayame stayed stubbornly silent refusing to take the bait. After a long moment Kyoya chose to speak. "You do realize that if there is another man in your life he is no longer in it." Kyoya phrased the statement in such a way that she could choose to respond or not.
"You haven't caught me yet." Ayame taunted, amused by his assumption. "If you can't catch me at it does it really exist?"
"I have more resources than you can imagine." Kyoya responded his eyelids lowering slightly. "If is war you want then be prepared for the consequences."
"My darling, Kyoya- sama whatever do you mean?" Ayame queried innocently. "I am a geisha versed in the arts of conversation, entertainment and philosophy. What do I know of war?"
"I am not a fool. I am well aware that you are a dangerous opponent." Kyoya sneered at her before letting his face slip back into its mask. "Let us make a bet or a wager. Is that not something a geisha would do?"
Ayame blinked slowly at Kyoya and pondered something that was bothering her before she answered. "Before we make this wager I think there is something that we should both do." At Kyoya's nod she continued. "Both of us wear masks to prevent the outside world from seeing who we are. My only condition is that when we are alone together we let our emotions show, no matter what they are. At least we are being honest with each other if no one else." Ayame waited letting her mask slip away.
Kyoya crossed his arms over his chest and continued to study her. "Well it will be easier when we get you out of your outfit." Kyoya responded after a long wait. The car stopped. "We shall see."
"Kyoya we both have a lot of secrets. Our emotions shouldn't be one of them." Ayame chuckled before centering herself and exiting the car with a presence and grace, Kyoya found lacking in most of the females he had ever encountered. Shaking his head Kyoya pondered what his life would be like with Ayame.
"Well my life will never be boring." Kyoya thought as he remembered how she had made him feel like a gold-plated heel in front of his colleagues without saying a word. Then a thought struck him. "Oh hell Tamaki is going to want to plan the wedding."
Tamaki felt his nose itch and wiped it irritably. He was studying swatches of fabric for Haruhi and Mori's wedding reception. The twins had already made the kimono and in everyone's opinion, they had outdone themselves. A marvelous confection of red and pink made her look like a princess. "Pregnancy be damned she is so going to be the most stunning bride." Tamaki declared loudly before a grumble from his bed interrupted him and he realized that he would need to be quieter. Slowly he dropped the swatches and went to join the person in his bed. Smiling at the person who he had become quite close to over the past six months he whispered. "Don't forget to check with the florist tomorrow, Ranka, those flowers must be here by next week for the rehearsal dinner. Cost is not a factor"
Ranka grumbled in his sleep before becoming still again. "Shut up you rich bastard! It's not like I don't already know that!" Ranka growled into the pillow he was clinching to his chest.
"You can tell that you are Haruhi's relative." Tamaki chuckled as he lay on his side facing Ranka who blinked an eye open before shutting it.
"I am entirely too old for this." Ranka griped and tried to go back to sleep. Tamaki had other plans.
For those of you who did not know already with my stories the motto generally runs towards expect the unexpected. My friend who edited this chapter is currently screaming from the floor over the last section but do not worry it will all make sense soon enough. Till next time, oh and do not forget to let me know what you think by reviewing.