Chapter Ten: Use Somebody.
After five more than less uneventful days on Ichinomiya's yacht the three of them were on the way back from Phuket to Tokio-Narita, where Inui would be waiting for her.
He had messaged her this morning and even if she didn't know why, it made her smile to know someone was awaiting her.
Still, she couldn't believe her whole situation fully, although Baba had tried to explain the situation again and again.
"One of his private detectives said, he found a woman that could be his sister so he ordered to bring you to Tokyo and sell you at the auction to us, so he could get a blood test of yours for comparison but your price went to high when Perez Garcia's lackey began to bid. Boss couldn't trust his eyes when you were up in the lounge; you were tattooed, pierced and the private detectives had told him everything about your rude and rather… promiscuous behavior, so he was sure they had made a mistake.
For real, you don't want to know what happened to these 'detectives'.
And that's the main reason why he reacts like he does. Even Ota couldn't recognize your face at first and he is the one in model biz.
In the end, Oh payed for you since he was the one you spilled the information out and since we know, you are more than a hell of a beauty, he benefits the most from you it was just natural for him to keep you."
The long haired thief had decided to use her eidetic memory to improve his black jack skills and so he watched her intensely while she, as the croupier, mixed the cards again. He wasn't able to make had nor tail of her reactions.
"Could you please stop talking about me, like I was a little kitten you adopted from a shelter?"
She said with a raised eyebrow and a stressed face.
Both of them had become quite close since they knew very intimate secrets about each other and so they were talking freely and almost like old friends to each other but the teasing never stopped.
"But you are a little stray kitten, aren't you?"
Her glimpse, now more than pissed off wandered to the blonde artist in one of the other leather seats on the other side of the gangway.
The angelic smile was back on his face when he looked out from over the gossip magazine in his hands and the cuts on his forehead weren't visible anymore now.
"Baba,"
she turned around with a confused look in her face,
"tell me again; why haven't I killed him yet?"
Slightly chuckling he began to open his mouth but Ota bursted in again.
"Because you aren't a little stray kitten…"
he began with the angelic smile of his, innocently looking into her cloud-like eyes,
"you are more like a little stray puppy with that eyes of yours and you won't harm a hair on my head because your owner hadn't allow it. That's why I love dogs, they are so much more obedient than cats."
The glare in Kimikos eyes intensified and if she could have killed him with her glimpse, it would have been a very painful death but unfortunately, she wasn't able to do so.
With her hands and fingers she gesticulated towards Ota's throat but instead of doing what she had in mind for him she snatched the magazine out of his long, slender fingers. In the blink of an eye, she had it rolled up and with a 'tug' she hit it against his head with a chuckle.
"Who's now the puppy, smacked with a magazine for his misbehavior?"
After he opened his eyes again, there was a dangerous glimmer shining but his smile couldn't be wiped away. In the moment she tried to hand him his magazine back out she realized an article that was mentioned on the cover.
The pretty folk among themselves – Ota Kisaki and Kimiko Doe getting quite close at a photo shooting in Phuket and afterwards!
Under the headline there was a picture from a day before when they had been chilling on the deck with some of Baba's hostesses. The picture was clearly zoomed and not really sharp which meant they had been followed and spied by a paparazzi.
It showed Ota in his trunks and sunglasses with the significant angelic smile of his standing behind her, dressed in nothing but a revealing black bikini, black lace beach-kimono over it and her aviator glasses.
She had made herself a Long Island at the bar on deck and when she was going to walk back to her sunbed, Ota had sneaked up behind her. Even if she wouldn't say she 'liked' him now, he had been almost nice to her; well his way of being nice to someone.
Whenever he had the chance, he searched for her propinquity, saying that she was now his new inspiration and if she would allow him to draw her. That was just the half of the truth, since he also felt very safe around her but never ever was he going to tell her so.
Still, Kimiko had a bad feeling, every time he spoke with this smile on his face, not able to catch every hidden emotion behind it, but it wasn't as bad as at the beginning so it hadn't bothered her when he had been whispering into her ear, that her beauty was inspiring him to a whole lotta paintings and he couldn't wait to be in his atelier again. Even if he was lying, she had to chuckle about it. The 'angelic artist' was a well-earned name and the thought of him painting her, didn't trigger the urge to puke like a few days before.
"Why are you out of all people reading something so trashy?"
The disbelieve in her face was only short lived because he snatched the magazine back and began to hide his face behind the glossy pages again.
"It's better to be prepared. I now know, there will be at least a five-headed group of paparazzo at the airport, trying to get an interview with me about how the shooting was and of course they will also bombarding you."
She might not been able to see his face, but she could clearly hear the mischievous grin on his face.
"Imagine it."
Oh, and how she could. All these nasty blowflies, trying to get the most compromising story, by need even if they had to break into someone's privacy.
"Disgusting."
A couple of hours later, when they arrived at Narita Airport, Kimiko, also as Baba and Ota gladly avoided the group of reporters and photographers by fleeing through the staff gangways.
Despite she had tried to call Inui a couple of times, they couldn't find each other because she wasn't planning over giving up her disguise and he was obviously too shy to walk past the 'staff only' doors.
Maybe it would be the best if he would pick her up at Tres Spades. At least so she could change into the 'classy' style, she was ordered to wear around her 'secretarial duties'.
Obviously tired, she tipped the code number into the keyboard of the elevator back at Tres Spades.
How well could she imagine the big wig sitting in his bossy chair with a laptop right in front of him furiously tipping something, but immediately leaving an offensive comment about something on her, that wouldn't fit in his tiny, narrow world, in the second the elevator doors would open.
Him being her brother? No way!
But maybe she could use this against him, since he didn't know she knew what was behind the whole 'we-bought-you-bitch'-situation.
The mischievous grin transformed into a yawn in the moment, another woman stepped into the elevator right in the moment the doors began to close.
There was a look on her face, Kimiko didn't liked, all the more she could hear a low snippy sound in the moment the brown haired woman in front of her checked the floor, she was about to enter. She couldn't understand why the ordinary but snippy woman in the maid's uniform was killing her with her glimpses but to be honest, it wasn't from interest to her.
When they arrived in the lounge the maid was heading upwards the stairs which led to the Suites of the man, except for the big wig's, which was on the 52th floor. When she opened the door into Ota's Suite, Kimiko knew she was probably the VIP's maid.
Shrugging and with a raised eyebrow she headed straight towards the mobsters suite until she realized something.
She had learned how to survive in the wilderness, how to construct a god damned bomb and how to kill a bear of a man in less than a minute but why in the world was she now tensing? Feeling, a big lump deep in her throat, she stopped in tracks.
"Why are you worrying? It was just one simple kiss plus you were tipsy and it obviously meant nothing. He didn't even respond it so stop overthinking it."
Straightening her clothes she began to murmur.
"You have made a lot more than kiss with other men so why are you freaking out?!"
Calming herself like this, she made her way upstairs towards the mobster's suite, still not exactly knowing what she should say but when she opened the door, she realized he wasn't there.
Probably he would be at the quarters so she had to face him there.
Immediately she relaxed and rushed to change her clothes and meet Inui in the lobby since she was already late.
A few times she heard the doors of the other suites banging while she was making her hair in the bathroom but since it could only be the 'King of arrogance', that nasty looking maid or Mamo.
Baba had mentioned to head off to the convenience store, where he used to work in part time and Ota left for his atelier.
With a rush she headed out of the suite, grabbing the handbag she had prepared since she was convinced it wasn't 'classy' enough, walking around with her bag pack.
When she was only a few steps away from the elevator, Kimiko could hear the typical sound of the doors opening.
There he was standing, and she couldn't deny that she had missed him in some way.
It seemed like they would drown in each other's eyes, making no noise or move for a few seconds.
"Hello."
She breathed out with the typical smirk on her face.
"So Kid, 'ur back, huh?"
Hell – did that man even know how sexy his husky voice was?
"Yeah but unfortunately, I gotta' work now…"
Kimiko began while walking past the slacker who had stepped into the lounge.
"Posing for the other Kid again, huh? What a pain in the ass."
Easily she could recognize the glossy pages in his hand next to the briefcase in one of his hands and she knew exactly, how to play this game and stopped in tracks.
Turning around over her shoulder Kimiko truly enjoyed the sight of him.
His hair was messy as ever and a cigarette stuck behind his ear while his shoulders were hanging. With his other hand deep in his pocket and a tired looking face he could easily fool anyone but even with this poker face, she was able to recognize his real intention.
His tired looking eyes were hiding the darkness of lust and his nostrils quivered lightly in excitement while she caught him glancing over her heels and legs towards the tight fitting pencil skirt resting on her butt for a few seconds before wandering over her baby blue blouse towards her black sleek and long ponytail and finally to her blue-grey eyes.
"No."
The smirk on her face never faded as she turned around fully and stepped a little closer towards Mamoru causing him to tense up a little since there was hardly any space left in between them.
Placing one of her hands gentle on his chest she began fiddling with his tie which was hanging loosely around his neck, giving him her typical sultry smile.
"Ota is kind of a pain in the ass and I think he has some deeply, emotional issues..."
Now, Mamoru's poker face was replaced by a smile, similar to hers as his glimpse searched for her eyes in hunger. With a small 'tug' his briefcase fell down and his hands formed fists in tension.
"And as you should know, I like it more… mature, y'know?"
Biting her lower lip, she stopped fiddling with his tie and slowly started to let her glimpse wander towards his, locking her eyes with the man in front of her.
Usually Kimiko used to be straight forward with what she wanted or not, but this was a whole new situation.
Normally, she would go out to find someone who could fulfill her needs, grab him and have it her way but since she was forced to hang around with at least one of the five men from the penthouse suites or one of their lackeys, her opportunities were rather small.
Teasing Mamoru like that made her burn excitement and the glance of his tensing trousers was all the encouragement that she needed.
His muscles seemed to press against his buttoned up shirt more and more by every passing second as if they wanted to burst out and plead for attention.
Hell, she wanted, no needed him so badly in this moment, it made her wanting him to take her then and there, not even thinking about who might burst in or watch.
She could hear him mutter out something like
'Hell Kid, whatta ya doin' to me…?!'
and it made her grab his neck forcefully to pull him towards her.
Their lips were already so close she could almost taste the smoke which still lingered in his mouth.
"Miss Doe, are you ready? We do have a tight schedule, so…"
Seriously, why did this guy had a talent to burst in the worst situations?
The passionate moment between her and the detective in front of her was brutally tattered like a suicide bomber in the moment, Inui stepped out of the elevator.
Immediately all of Mamoru's tension was blown away and both of them huffed while closing their eyes.
There was no use.
"Commin'." She barked shortly.
Before she turned around, she gently slapped Mamoru's cheek a few times whispering to him in her playful, jet sexy voice.
"Let's continue this next time."
And with that, she turned around towards the young man and stepped into the elevator next to Inui, who was still looking a bit dumbfounded. As the doors were about to close, she could clearly see the smirk on Mamo face and she knew only too well, that this wouldn't be long in coming.
"Uhm…"
Inui began, unsure of what to say now, since he couldn't sense the situation he just bursted into.
"How are you going Ryosuke? Have you at least missed me? "
Kimiko couldn't hold back a giggle as she saw how fast and how hard the young man next to her began to blush by such a comment.
"Princess, I…"
"Oh, come on, I'm just joking around. I know you have missed me."
She gave him a little nudge which made him giggle a little himself.
When he had to show her Tokyo, Kimiko had told him to 'pull out that stick in his ass,' as he tried to pamper her.
He was so young, naïve and innocent but still he wanted to act all tough and mature in front of her, being formal with her until she began to make silly faces and ran off to a playground nearby.
"I am an ice dragon and as such…"
He had begun but Kimiko had just dragged him towards the small roundabout.
"You may be, also as I am now, but does that mean, I am not longer a young woman? Just pull out that stick in your ass and have some fun. I won't tell anybody if you keep quite yourself."
Since that moment, they agreed to call each other by their first name or nicknames, at least when they would be alone.
To her, it wasn't a big deal since she used to live in Europe, were it was quite normal to call people in your close environment by their first name or having physical contact. The man with the baby face however didn't want to create a wrong impression to his Boss or the other mobsters so as long as they were around some others, he would be Inui to her and she would be a princess or Miss Doe to him.
Instead of their usual way, Kimiko decided to take the passenger seat for a little small talk.
Just a few minutes after they started to drive towards the Ice Dragon Office, she had told him about the shoot and the days in Thailand.
"I also got something for you Ryosuke."
In the blink of a second his eyes began to sparkle and his lips formed the most heartwarming smile she ever had seen.
"But, you didn't had to…"
"Just shut up, okay? I wanted to get you something and so I bought something.
If you don't like to see it as a souvenir, take it as an apology for the night, you had to take me home. Sor… I mean Mr. Oh must have bawled you out the day after and since it had been my fault…"
"But…"
For over 30 minutes they were discussing it until they arrived in front of the Ice Dragon's office.
In the Moment he held out his hand for her, so that she could get off the car like a real gentleman, Kimiko handed him a blank paper bag and hopped out of the car.
"Just open it already."
And with that, the black haired woman walked straight into the office.
Something was different in there, but she couldn't make it out immediately.
"Hey, why wasn't the door locked up if there isn't anybody in here?"
Immediately her senses took over her actions. Letting her handbag fall to the floor, she rushed over to one of the vitrines, were some weapons were shown off like rare exponates.
Locked.
And there wasn't the time to pick the lock if someone was in there.
"A Hard Rock Café Shirt? Thank you so much Miss..."
His childlike smile and sparkling eyes were replaced by pure shock in the second she clasped her hand over his mouth.
"Shh." She barked shortly.
Suddenly there was a click of a door and before Ryosuke could even manage to move, Kimiko had already pulled out his gun, which he always wore in the back, stuck in the hem of his pants.
A young man came out of the door but stopped in his tracks in the moment, he recognized the weapon in the woman's hands aiming right at his head.
BANG!
Next to the man's head a photograph of Chinese New Year's fireworks rattled down on the floor.
Never before, she had seen him, not in the warehouse, at the office or the hotel and obviously Ryosuke didn't know him as well.
"I give you five seconds to explain yourself. One…"
Kimiko began in a cold voice not even blinking once.
"Miss,…"
Inui began, trying to get in front of her since it was his duty as a man, ice dragon and her friend to protect her.
"Shut up!" she barked, still not even blinking once.
"Two…"
Without making a sound the young man turned around a tablet in his hands showing the screen of to them.
"SIR!"
Ryosuke shrieked loudly while Kimiko raised her eyebrows.
"What the actuall hell are you doing? Take that gun down!"
The mobster was scolding so loud it made the young man behind her jerk back a little more.
"You heard me, woman. Put that gun down!"
There was pure anger in his eyes as she didn't respond to his command.
Slowly she sank it but her intensive stare wasn't fading until the mobster on the screen calmed himself down and answered the question burning in Kimiko's and Inui's mind.
"This is Koichi Samejima, trained by my grandfather and one of his confidant's. Since Kyoichiro Okawa isn't any longer a part of our organization I do need a new personal assistant and…"
"Scarface?"
Kimiko whispered towards the young man with the reddish-brown hair loud enough to make the mobsters face twitch in anger.
Inui gesticulated the cut on his face and she knew, he meant the Scarface from her first day at the office.
"However, …"
Soryu began loudly again
"I will give the post of my assistant either to Samejima or Inui. It'll be decided in the next few days. We have recruited some new members which will be trained by you."
"Sir, I won't disappoint you!"
"Says the one, who's hiding behind a woman."
The first words the young man with the straight black hair was saying, sounded almost emotionless but the defiance wasn't as hidden as he thought.
"I wasn't…"
"Stop it, Inui. You can show off everything in the next days. And woman,…"
The mobster was now addressing her, sounding as cold as on the first day they had met,
"you will report me every little thing that's going on in the office and at the hotel. I won't come back for three to four more weeks so I need my eyes and ears everywhere. Are we clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
Her answered sounded resigned.
"Like in the bad old times."
The whole way back to Tres Spades Kimiko was deep in her thoughts.
Everything was back like the time at the cottage. Commands and pure force; it was like being chained to her old self again.
Almost depressed and tired she stepped in the taxi she had ordered since Inui and that Samejima-guy were busy preparing the arrival of the new lackeys.
A few minutes after she got into the taxi, there was a sound of an incoming message.
It wasn't the first message but she needed a few seconds to realize it was really her phone ringing in her bag. Inui tried to text her at the Airport but still she was a caught a bit off guard since she couldn't imagine him sending her something now.
Checking it out it, the sight nearly caused a heart attack and she didn't knew, exactly what was more shocking. The photograph of a bedroom she only knew too well was on her screen but the actual state kept her stunning; tidied up with no more empty cans of beer lying on the floor but the text beyond it was even more … unexpected.
It's definitely way to clean in here. Wanna make it dirty?
Never in her life would she have imagined Mamoru to sexting her but she couldn't deny that she liked that new side of the normally 'energy-conserving'-slacker.
After softly chewing on her lower lip in excitement, she began typing sassy answer but stopped midway, receiving another message.
Don't even think about it.
Soryu Oh.
Immediately her sudden euphoria was replaced by that numb feeling from before.
The phone was actually controlled, like his message had said before and it made her feel even more uneasy.
More than ever tired and obviously depressed she payed the driver when she arrived outside of Tres Spades.
Making her way into the huge lobby she headed straight for the elevators again.
Kimiko was literally on the edge off will. Until now she thought, being bought by the cold mobster was the best for her and less stressful or problematic then being a lackey to one of the others but now…
He was a cold man without doubt.
Deep in thoughts again she raised her hand to press the elevator button stopped in her tracks as she recognized the scene next to her.
Authors Note:
Wow! I never even imagined so many people reading and actually enjoying my story.
Everytime i recive an email about new followers, favourites or reviews I'm grinning like the cheshire cat, jumping around like the mad hatter and i want to thank you for it.
I also want to say sorry for not uploading new chapters regularly. As soon as the chapters are finished, I upload them but at the moment, the lack of inspiration makes it hard for me to come up with good and fairly logical ideas. I think I need a Koro myself.
However that be, I'll try to upload new chapters once a month, you just need to be patient with me.
I'm also sorry for beeing a bit OOC in this chapter... *screams and hides in a corner*
The next one's will be better.
So... here we go, little mad people!
