A/N: Weasel rocks…

Disclaimer: Watsuki Sensei is the creator of RK. I admire his creation. Yea, only admiring…nothing else.

Chapter X. Tanuki and Itachi

Trust..? Does he trust her? Flustered, she simply nodded, and tried to avoid Himura-san's observant gaze as she fumbled with her pile of folders on her desk yet again.

True, that was as far as the conversation went, but at least she was making some effort to talk to him, and he was really nice to talk to, kind, polite, and always has that really sweet smile on his face. I wonder how would it feel to ki..ss… Stop right there! She forcefully stopped her hentai thoughts, blushing slightly.

She shifted her thoughts to her little brother. Hey, even Yahiko was surprisingly polite today, she remembered thwacking his spiky head only twice today, now that's a big improvement! She noted. Then her curiousity got the better of her and she frowned, hmm…is there something that he's hiding from me? He looked innocent enough today, and for once he wasn't complaining about the meal..ohh…that's right! Akabeko's beef-stew's also his favourite! Oh, and he was sleeping over at Yutarou's tonight, so that's why she feels it was a little quiet around the house…

Gee, I actually miss that brat when he's not around, oh the irony of it ...she smirked, before falling into a deep slumber.

Exactly at 9.00 a.m. the following morning, her bell downstairs rang noisily. Kaoru was in the bathroom, putting on her lipgloss when she heard it. Must be Misao-chan! She thought, smiling at the frantic sound of her door bell. At this rate, it'll probably break down very soon..

"Ohayou, Misao-chan!", she opened the door, greeting the petite girl who was clad in cute blue shirt and jeans and was looking exceptionally fresh that morning.

"Ohayou, Kaoru-san! I didn't wake you up right?" She said mischiveously.

Kaoru almost thwacked her head just as she usually does to Yahiko.

"Nope, actually I'm ready to go now…so let's go!", she said enthusiastically instead.

"Right-o! Hey, this house's pretty big, do you live here by yourself?", Misao asked.

"I live with my brother..but let's not get to that yet", Kaoru grinned.

"Ow, I know what you mean…let's go then!". Together they made their way to Shibuya.

"Aww..Kawai na kore!" Misao pointed at the pale yellow halter top that was hung on the display window. She pulled Kaoru into the shop to have a look.

"Waaah…this is very cute!" She pointed out a short while after.

It turned out that Misao was a very heavy shopaholic. She could shop for twelve hours straight if she wants to, and today, it would be no exception.

At lunch time, both girls have roamed half of Tokyo, and currently was having lunch at Akabeko, as Kaoru suggested.

"Hey, this place reminds me of my hometown…" she commented as she took in her surroundings. Apparently she has never eaten there before.

"Really? Where do you come from, exactly?", Kaoru asked.

"Kyoto…anyway, there was this nice restaurant called Shirobeko there, and mmm…I have to admit, the similarities of the place is strikingly close, it's kind of freaky…" she munched on her chirashi-set.

"I should remember that when I go to Kyoto one day…I just love the beef-stew here", Kaoru admitted,

"Oh, you mean you've never been to Kyoto?"

"No, not really…I'd love to though, perhaps next time…" she cast a faraway look.

Misao threw her next sentence absently, "Well, Aoshi-sama is also from Kyoto.." then she abruptly halted her sentence.

Kaoru's face lit up with mischief. "Eh? Did I hear you say something, Misao-chan?"

"Aa..err…n..no…", she blushed deep crimson.

"I believe it has something to do with a special someone", Kaoru winked.

"….." Sigh…."Well, as a matter of fact it does..", Misao decided to give up her pretention.

Kaoru perked up her ears, and listened attentively to her colleague's dilemma.

"Actually, I cant even recall when I first liked him, but I guess that's what you called love at the first sight…We were living in the same neighbourhood and even went to the same primary school. He's three years my senior, you see… I know you must think it's just childish infatuation, but hey, this feeling survived this long…I was so crushed when he moved to Tokyo during his high school years, and never once returned to Kyoto..at least that's as far as I knew it.." Then one day after finishing my senior high school, I decided to pursue my career in Tokyo…and took a diploma in Journalism and Marketing…one day I bumped into him at the train station and I had to find out what had become of him…" She stopped to take a deep breath.

"So, here I am…working for him..well…I'm still hoping that somehow…somehow he could see.." that I am a woman, not a mere child…words failed her. Misao looked so unlike her usual self. Kaoru took a sip of her capuccino, before she patted her friend's shoulder with a cheery smile on her face. 'This needs to be remedied, and quickly!' Kaoru's mind whirled with ideas.

".Ne..Misao..Everything will fall in its place in due time, just be sure of that…err…what do you think about that shop on the corner…I've been eyeing that for a while.." Misao looked up, seeing her friend's cheery smile and saw through her sincere way in providing some consolation.. She smiled grimly at first, then she felt Kaoru's hand squeezing her shoulder lightly. Kaoru's right…there's no point in trying to replay this over and over again…it only causes sadness on my part. She smiled with a renewed gleam in her eyes.

"Ne, ikimasho?" Kaoru repeated, relief washed over her at seeing her friend's facial expression. They called a waiter and paid the bill before rushing down to see the 'corner shop' Kaoru has been hinting about earlier. From afar, they looked like two long-lost sister that found each other once again.

At the end of the day, they had so much fun that they even decided to make it into a weekly ritual. Oh, and Kaoru recalled Misao's first meeting with Yahiko. Within the first five minutes, they were ready to start a war, knowing both of their temperament. Gah, and here I thought I have a bad temper. She laughed out loud when Yahiko called her 'Weasel', and Misao, in turn, found out by coincidence that he truly loathed the suffix '-chan', and she kept calling him Yahiko-CHAN. A really great battle ensued right after that.

Yukishiro Enishi clenched his teeth in irritation. He has been in Tokyo for almost a week, and the search for his sister bears no fruitful outcome whatsoever. Of course, for one thing, he can't prance around Tokyo to look for her as easily, being a mafia boss, so he has to work up a plan and utilize these fools around him, with a little bit of incentive too, he thought grimly, to assist him in finding her. He knows a thing or two about being discreet, that he is very sure of.

The funny thing was, he doesn't know what he'd do if he ever found his sister this time. Would he bring her back to Shanghai? Then what..disappoint her by letting her know that I'm a mafia boss? Or should he stay in Japan? He threw a side-long glance on the big windows in his room. Bright neon lights and the promise of exhilarating night life await ahead of him, but they don't seem too attractive now. His sister's face appeared on the window, as usual, looking sorrowful just as he remembered it on the day they got separated from each other. Onee-san, wait for me…I'll find you! He clenched his fists, the cold turquoise hue behind the dark rim of his glasses reflected a certain spark within their depths.