Author's Note: It's Valentine's Day again! That means two things. 1) Love is in the air which means it's the perfect time to update this little story here and, 2) It's the anniversary of the day I released the first chapter of this. Because of this, I realized that I have been EXTREMELY slow on updates, and I apologize. Believe me, I'm trying to update as fast as I can, but that hasn't been working to my favor. Even now, I had tried to update when it was actually, you know, Valentine's Day, but whatever!… So here it is, Chapter 8, Read, Review, Rejoice!
Chapter 8:
It's Just Business
As the sun peaked in the afternoon sky, it glared into one particular window. Its bright, golden rays slid down satin bed sheets, bounced across wide margins from wall to wall, and finally came to rest after dancing across silver streams of hair. Frustrated by the overactive sunbeams, olive orbs reluctantly raised their blinds to scan the unfamiliar surroundings.
Slowly, a slender beauty raised herself from bed, confused and slightly frustrated. Frustration only increased when the door opened catching the full attention of the woman. The intruder made his way over to the young silver-haired girl that was staring him down intently. Paying her no mind, he took a seat in a small chair next to her bed, unfazed by the daggers she stared into him.
"You seem to be healing well." He said somberly, fishing around in his pants-pocket.
"Why am I here? What did you do to me?" The girl asked question after question with a threatening glint in her eye. She watched the man as he seemingly found what he was searching for and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. As he raised it to his mouth she intervened with yet another question. "Are you seriously going to smoke now?"
He laughed. "I wasn't going to light it. I have a bad habit of chewing on the tips." He chuckled to himself again. "It's an expensive habit, especially since I don't smoke."
There was a silence.
He was the first to break the silence when he pulled something from his other pocket. It was an expensive wallet, one quite familiar to the other person. "You're Hanazono-san right? I'm not a very formal person, so I'll be referring to you by your first name, Shizuma-san." Shizuma snatched the wallet from his hand aggressively, opened it, and after seeing what she was looking for, held it close to her chest. "I'm known as Hex."
"Why?" She asked somewhat curiously.
He traced a large scar with his finger, stretching from his left temple, past his cheek, and resting shortly below his chin. "Jonah Hex." he said simply-put.
"Who?"
He stared at her as if waiting for her to laugh or to say it was a joke. After realizing she was serious he only grinned, suppressing a laugh. "Guess you're not into comics. What else should I expect from a rich girl." He muttered sarcastically.
Shizuma rose furiously. "Excuse m-", she grabbed her throat, wrapping slim fingers around a bandaged wound.
"You shouldn't get so aggressive. You're lucky that idiot didn't hit a jugular vein otherwise, I might have thrown you in the river. Trust me, you better be grateful."
"Why should I trust you?" Shizuma argued.
Hex stood up, towering about six foot three inches in height. He loomed over her, "I'm not asking you to. Why should I ask you to trust me? Do you think I could possibly gain something from that?"
"Who knows? Maybe you won't gain anything, but I don't understand how you guys think."
"Listen, I'm in this business to gain. I live to gain. If there's no benefit for me, then there's no point in doing it."
"And what are you trying to gain by nursing me!" Shizuma rebutted, her voice gradually getting louder. "What could a young man want from a rich younger, but of age, beauty? I wonder?"
Hex fell back in his seat. He thought for a moment, rubbing his index finger through short, black stubbles on his chin. "Let's see.", he began. "If sex was what I was really looking for, you and I both know that I'm stronger than you are, I have weapons, and you're heavily injured. I could have got you in your sleep, or I could have gotten you the moment I stepped in, but neither of that happened, as you can clearly tell."
"Then why?"
"That girl you were with, she your sister, or cousin, or what?" He asked, blatantly ignoring her question.
Shizuma looked at him with narrowed eyes. "You have no business knowing that. She's mine!"
Hex nearly fell out his seat, but instead his cig fell from between his lips. He wiped invisible sweat from his forehead, breathing out air he didn't remember taking in. "I knew you two were close but, to be so frank about it. You threw me off guard for a second there." He smiled.
"Of course I'm proud to say it. And not just that, she's my love, my life, my breath, and my heart." Shizuma's voice slowly weakened as she recalled her thoughts during the incident. Sure she spoke confidently now, but whenever things get tough, her thoughts on the matter become so jumbled that she starts to question their relationship. Her love for Nagisa, as much as she didn't want to admit it, was not as strong as she made it seem.
Hex sensed the uncertainty in her voice and watched her fierce, confident visage slowly fall into a melancholic expression. "You're not as confident as you're trying to convince me."
Shizuma kept her eyes focused on her hands, clasped together on her lap. She flinched ever so slightly being faced with the reality that a stranger could so easily decipher her thoughts.
"What a surprise." Hex muttered before standing again, replacing the fallen cigarette in his mouth. "What the hell do you have to be upset about? What damn stress could you possibly have? Just like you rich people to think you face the same hardships as the smaller man."
Shizuma felt her temperature rise to dangerous levels. Her anger felt like flames in her head. "What kind of crap are you running on about! You think I don't have stresses! Are you suggesting I don't know pain!"
"You don't have to scavenge to live like we do! Everything you want is handed to you on a silver platter! People like us are crushed for the satisfaction of people like you! It's to the point where we have to sometimes resort to inhumanity to survive!" Hex's throat grated out with emotion. In his rage he didn't realize when he grabbed Shizuma's arm. "Do you even realize what true pain is?"
Shizuma couldn't say anything, all she could do was sit there with the same angry expression that was being softened by salty tears. Know pain? She lived in pain before she had Nagisa. That darkness that nearly consumed her, she remembered that chill and began to shudder.
Kaname checked her phone as she lounged in bed. She wore just a dress shirt and her plain black underwear. Momomi was in the shower after an hour of love making and was undoubtedly preparing for another hour or two of rolling around in bed with her girlfriend.
The young mastermind scanned her call log, surprised that the silver-hair hadn't contacted her yet. To be honest though, she didn't really care. Especially not now that her brown-haired lover had emerged from a steaming hot bathroom, still dripping wet and twirling a towel around in her hand. She gave Kaname that sexy stare that sent chills down her spine. It made her wonder how she made the excruciating two weeks without her succubus.
Momomi silently made her way over to her sexually starved other. No matter how much times they make love Kaname would just want more, she knew, and she was more than glad to award it to her. Every moment their eyes met for five seconds straight, it became inevitable that clothes would be shed and bodies would clash in ecstasy within sixty minutes. She crawled onto bed on all-fours, approaching Kaname, their eyes locked together by two indefinite chains called love and lust.
Kaname smirked when Momomi's soaking wet body was just above hers. The steam from her body made Kaname's shirt cling to her skin and made Kaname want her more, if that were even possible. Kaname was never one to beat around the bush and so she quickly and hungrily claimed Momomi's lips as her own. While her mouth focused on working Momomi's lips, slowly trailing down to her breasts, Kaname landed firm fingers onto her lover's thighs that slowly slid their way up to a more 'sensitive' area.
Just as Kaname was about to slip a finger inside her girlfriend, a cell phone ring intruded on their moments of heaven. Kaname growled as her phone's ring easily threw off the mood. She seriously needed to change it to something more sex-mood friendly.
Momomi sighed and lifted herself off the top of her lover, granting her access to their intruder. Kaname sat up and reached for her phone.
Kaname hissed when she picked up her phone, "This better not be that damn Shizuma." She answered the phone.
"What is it!" She accidentally roared. She heard a whimper on the other end, along with some weeping.
"I'm sorry to disturb you Kaname-san." the girl sobbed on the other end.
"Strawberry-head? Why are you calling me? And from Shizuma's phone nonetheless."
"I really need your help. I don't have many numbers from school and your number was on Shizuma's phone."
"That doesn't explain anything to me."
"Shizuma is in trouble. Serious trouble! I need your expertise to save her."
"What does your situation have to do with me?" Kaname asked indifferently.
"But, But-" Tears were welling up in Nagisa's eyes as she spoke in a cracked voice.
"There's no but. In no way can I gain from this, in no way does this affect me, and therefore in no way will I bother to deal with this. I'm not the police and I'm not commissioned." Kaname explained coldly.
"Please!" Nagisa pleaded.
"It's just business."
And with that, Kaname ended the phone call.
Kaname stared down at the phone for a few seconds before being distracted by a pair of arms that snaked around her waist from behind. Momomi pressed her large breasts against Kaname's back, massaging it. She pawed at Kaname's chest and played with her earlobe using just her mouth.
She whispered. "I finally know why the spaces between buttons are so important." Playfully she slipped slim fingers through the space between the buttons of Kaname's dress shirt. She played with Kaname's breasts while skillfully unbuttoning Kaname's shirt with her free hand. "You're so cold sometimes."
"It's true I was a bit testy, but she interrupted my bedroom fun with you. I am going to pull a few strings, but that's mainly because it's cherry-head asking me."
Kaname moaned as Momomi pressed closer and started to get more aggressive with her groping. "I don't know why you just don't admit that you actually kind of like Nagisa."
"That's an interesting theory." Kaname said nothing more on the matter as they sank away back into their self-created space of heaven, this time undisturbed.
Author's Note: This chapter was awfully short and I apologize for that. This chapter was also awfully late since it was to be updated yesterday. In case you haven't noticed , I changed the rating to 'M'. I'm not promising anything but, this is just to play it safe. Again I apologize for the short chapter. I have RSM exams next Saturday and I haven't finished my book yet. I'm not prepared, so I must go do that. Until I update again, saraba da.