He's home. He'll be starting at his father's company soon, under his older brother, Itachi. In his shadow, as always. His days are mundane. He's alive but not living. He drives in the night, it's raining. He's stopped at a red light when he sees her. Running across the street. He's frozen, watching her hurry along. He stares after her until the car horn behind alerts him to his holding up traffic.
He knows he should drive on leave her to her life, but again, he's selfish. He turns the way she ran, looking for her. He finds her still running, he wonders why she's in such a hurry. She's waiting at the next stop light for the sign to say walk. He rolls down his window and calls out to her.
She hears her name through the noise of the rain. She sees him, all she can do is stare. He's saying something, but she doesn't comprehend. He pulls over and begins to get out. He's approaching her. She should run the other way, but she doesn't. He asks if she needs a ride, it's raining and she's all wet.
She tells him her car wouldn't start and she's late for her shift. He offers her a ride, she should refuse but she is already late and even running she still wouldn't be there for another 30 minutes. She can't afford to lose her job. She agrees and gets in.
She tells him where to go and he begins to drive. There is no conversation, the air is thick with tension. They both think this was a bad idea. The drive is over in minutes he pulls into the parking lot in the clinic where she works. She looks up to thank him but as soon as their eyes meet so do their mouths.
The kiss is intense. Pent up anger and frustration. All it takes is seconds for her to push him back to his seat and climb over him. He drops his seat back to give her room. His hands are under her clothes and pulling at her in the most intimate of ways. It doesn't take long before he has pulled her clothes away enough to thrust inside of her. She cries out, but still meets him in his fervor. Their coupling is harsh and fast it doesn't take either long to meet their end.
They are both panting, he goes to kiss her when she pulls away, tears brimming her eyes. A broken sob tears from her throat as she pushes off him, adjusting her clothes and running from his car.
He watches her run, he wants to run after her, but he won't. He leaves the parking lot. And goes home. He goes to work, it's easy for him. It's not what he wanted to do but it is what he's been trained to do since he was born. He's quick to move up in the company. He's ruthless in his work. Business is business and he doesn't care about sob stories.
Women are easy for him, he takes what he wants, he doesn't give them time to get attached before he's on to the next. So, when he hears from his cousin that his older brother had to shoo off another one of his lady friends from the front desk in the office, he laughs it off because he just didn't care.