Chapter 4: Kunzite
Valentin Korolyov started at his superior. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"That is a job for a cultural attaché."
"I do believe that is your job title."
"And you know as well as I do that isn't my real job here…sir."
"And yet, that's what I'm ordering you to do."
"Sir, I…"
Valentin's superior sighed and looked at him. "Look. I know what you're supposed to be doing here but this is Japan…it's not exactly an espionage hot bed…corporate espionage perhaps…but Baralov is important."
Valentin snorted to himself That means that there are ministers on their knees sucking his dick.
Valentin wasn't naïve. Baralov was a billionaire what he wanted, he usually got. And if he had something that a minister wanted or needed…well, something could always be worked out.
He despised the corruption in the system but since he would never get high enough to put an end to the corruption, he was better off doing his job and whatever he could to keep his balls and his head connected to his body.
"Baralov's daughter is enamored of those Japanese cartoons. So, she wants to experience a real Japanese festival. They'll be here in two weeks and will stay for one week. Find a festival for her to attend and make sure it will be safe for her to go to with a limited amount of protection."
"Yes, sir." Valentin nodded his head and left the room at his superior's careless dismissal.
Mother of Christ! Find a 'safe' festival for a daughter of a billionaire with limited bodyguards? God, help me!
Four days later, Valentin was ascending the stairs of a shrine in Azabu-Juban. He had found out, through local sources, that a woman who lived at the shrine was an executive organizer for a festival in the area. He hoped that she could show him the area where the festival was to be and give him an idea how it would be set up.
He got to the stop of the stairs and he had to fight an urge to loosen his tie. Not because he was out of breath but the atmosphere was…relaxing. He had to actually think about pulling his hand away from his tie!
"Can I help you?"
Valentin lifted his head up…and gazed into the eyes of a goddess.
She was…perfection. Impossibly long blonde hair. The bluest eyes.
He knew this woman.
He fell to his knees in front of her. "I…I…" His throat closed around the words he was trying to say.
A delicate hand reached out and cupped his chin, raising his head to make him look at her again. He wanted to look away from her perfection…but he couldn't.
"You are the last to come." Even her smile was gently perfect. "Minako! He's here!"
A rush of yellow and blonde shoved aside the goddess. Arms wrapped around his neck and tears soaked his collar. He forgot about the other goddess and buried his face into the neck of the one in his arms.
"Aphrodite…I'm back. I'm sorry I took so long."