1Deception
By: 1xmocha
Rating: T
Pairing: Tezu x Ryo
Note: Yeah same note as on my other story.
Chapter 7
Momoshrio Takeshi was not one for wars.
In fact, he hated the whole idea of them.
So why was he the leader of a a group fighting in one?
For one reason...
"Ryoma I can't believe they are making you do this mission for us."
His best friend since Jr. High.
The one he swore his life to to protect.
He looked at Ryoma.
Well at least he looked the part of the girl...
"I don't like this one but. I'm sure we can get someone else to..." Ryoma laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Chill Momo. It's my duty and I will perform it well. I'll be back I promise. Besides, someone is waiting for me to return."
POT
As expected Kuni hadn't been happy about it one bit. I wasn't even happy about it.
But it was a well known fact that I was probably the only one that could pull it off and not get caught.
Besides, it's not like I was a stranger to this kind of assignment.
"Ryoma...I don't want you going." Tezuka spoke as he ran a hand through Ryoma's sweat drenched hair after there...vigorous "activity".
"I will be fine. I'll be done in a weeks tops and then I will be right back in your arms."
Ryoma smiled at the memory. Tezuka sure had the endurance. But for both of their sakes, Ryoma hoped he was right.
POT
It wasn't that hard to sneak in. And he didn't even ruin the expensive kimono.
Whoever this Kevin Smith guy was defiantly had a lot of hubris(1) to not have that much security for this expensive little party of his.
Ryoma walked through the front doors with his alias name and fake invite. Ryoma resisted the urge to gag as he saw some of the looks he was getting.
He slightly wondered what would happen if he were to tell them his true gender...
Ryoma smirked.
Maybe later. He had a job to perform.
And besides, the sooner he got back to Kuni the better.
POT
Kevin watched his guests form the high balcony.
He was suppose to be looking for a girl in a kimono and with long black hair. A Japanesse woman-well dressed as one at least.
No one managed to catch his attention tonight. Normally he would of bedded 2 or 3 boys tonight-and if he was desperate, girls.
Well until he saw her that was.
Kevin smirked.
Target sighted.
He walked down the staircase and greeted various guests until he reached his goal.
He bent down to her like he was trying to pick something off of her dress.
"You had some lint on your dress.Would you care to come up to my room so I can get all the lint off. I would do it here but it would be most embarassing to pick it off at a party, no?" Kevin smiled seductively.
"..."
"Ma'm?"
"I heard you. That had to be the worst pick up line I have ever heard. What do I look like to you? A 2 cent whore? Go bother some one else." Ryoma snorted.
Then he remembered his position.
Crap...
Kevin smiled even brighter at her. "Is that so? I don't think you understand. I was telling you not asking you." Kevin spoke as he sharply grabbed his wrist and started to drag him upstairs.
"Let me go." Ryoma cried in pain.
Kevin lead him to his room where he threw Ryoma on the bed.
"Miss-or should I say mister Ryoma Echizen? I don't think you understand your position. You are surrounded by the enemy and no one is around to help you. I knew you were going to sneak in tonight. Why else do you think the guard was so low" No one would dare to sneak into a place where I was. And besides I know all about you. My information unit isn't just for show. War is all about deception. There are spies in every army my dear. Now then lets get down to business."
Kevin pinned Ryoma to the bed and started to remove the wig and articles of clothing.
"Now then. Lets make a deal. I give you all the little information you want even though it won't do you much and in exchange..."
Ryoma looked away from Kevin already knowing what was going to be asked of him.
Kunimitsu, Atobe, Fuji, Momoshiro, his family, the Prime Minister, the country of Japan, the people of Sudan...it was all for them...
"You will become my own personal pleasure slave." Kevin smirked.
Ryoma bit his lip.
Kuni...
"Well? I'm waiting for my answer."
His job was to obtain the information no matter how he had to do it.
"Yes..."
TBC...
(1)Hubris obsessive pride
