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She put on tailored brown slacks with a belt and an amber turtleneck sweater. She looked at her reflection and started her modest makeup routine. Once she was done she slipped on her brown loafers and put in a pair of gold hoops. She decided to leave her hair down. She might as well treat this like a pleasure trip since she had to go. It had been a long time since she had been to New York, New York and she was rather looking forward to it.

It had a lot to do with the fact that she would be away from the prying eyes of the Mikealson's. She would be with Elijah but if she had to choose one of them to be with it would obviously be him. She packed her things up and Arthur came out of no where to come get them.

"Whatever will I do without you for four days?" Arthur asked Miko and she smiled back at him on her way out.

"Don't let them hassle you." She said winking at him.

"That's all they ever do Miss Miko." He followed her out of the room.

When she came down the stairs she saw Elijah standing at the bottom waiting for her. She stopped and didn't try to hide her surprise. The left corner of his mouth twitched up in a smile. She hesitated for a moment before she continued down. Arthur went out the front door with only a slight nod to Elijah.

"Something wrong Miss Hashira?" Elijah asked when she reached the bottom.

"I wasn't expecting to be driving with you." She said "Also you can just call me Miko, if you like."

"I see. "He said before walking to the front door. Miko followed him out and they got into the car and she recognized her driver in the front seat. She nodded at him the in the review mirror.

"Charles." Elijah said shutting the door to the front passenger seat. And with that one word the driver left the house.

"Are you comfortable Miko?" Elijah asked and heat shot to her face when he said her name. She frowned at herself and plastered a polite smile on her face.

"Quite." She said and then grabbed a novel out of her purse that she had grabbed from the library. She had two other books the she had packed; one was on the American Civil war and the second was a novel she had never heard of. She read all the way to the airport in the silent car.

"We are here." Elijah said stepping out of the car.

"Thank you, Charles." Miko said smiling at the driver in the mirror and he frowned.

"Miss Hashira." He said nodding as she got out of the car. When she finally looked to her surroundings She realized that the car had taken them into a private garage with several cars and a private plane inside. The lights were dim, but she could see enough.

"Of course, you have a private plane." She said shaking her head and looking at all the cars lined up. There was a sound and a flood of natural light as a garage door lifted. She walked toward it following behind Elijah.

"Actually, we have two." He said and gestured toward a plane sitting on the airstrip. She stepped up to him and nodded.

"ah." She said trying not to laugh. She continued past him and to the small jet. She stepped up the stairs and into the cab of the plane. There were comfortable looking leather seats that were contrasted with dark wood details. There were six seats total, and each were in pairs facing each other. Between the pairs of chairs were tables.

She picked a seat close to the front and a window and sat down. She looked out and watched Elijah talk to two men. He took turns talking and listening and nodding and speaking. He looked so serious and stern in his suit and tie. He was such a handsome man and it didn't hurt that he stopped aging at a lovely age.

"Mam can I get you a beverage?" A woman's voice asked behind her and she turned around startled.

"Oh, hello." She said turning back.

"I'm Margie." The woman said extending her hand and Miko took it.

"Miko." She said smiling back. The woman was young, blond and very beautiful. Her red lips were perfect against her perfectly sun kissed skin and her pearl white teeth. She was dressed perfectly in clean and simple clothes. The Mikealson's liked to be surrounded with pretty things.

"Margie do you have the ingredients for a whiskey sour available to you?" Miko asked

"I do believe so mam." She responded straightening up as Elijah walked in the cabin

"I would very much enjoy one if you do." Miko said

"Mr. Mikealson "The woman said nodding to him. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'll take a water thank you Margie." He said sitting down in the chair across from Miko

"Yes sir, and mam I will be back with your drink as well." The woman said walking to the front of the plane.

"Are you comfortable?" Elijah asked her

"You are awfully concerned with my comfort Elijah Mikealson." She said

"I like to be a good host."

"I don't want to be your guest Elijah you should let me go home, and yes thank you I am quite comfortable." She said pulling put her book again getting ready to read again.

"I thought we might talk on the way." Elijah said and she set the book down on the table

"Alright." Miko said sliding the book to the right. The woman came back wit their drinks and set them down on the table.

"May I get you anything else?" Margie asked and Miko smiled a no thank you.

"That will be all Margie please let them know that we are ready to depart." Elijah instructed taking a long drink from his water.

"Yes sir, Ill check on you in a bit." She said stepping away.

"What did you plan on talking about?" She asked taking a sip of her drink. The beautiful Margie was also an excellent bartender.

"It's eight in the morning." He said looking disappointingly at her glass.

"Spending time with your family really has brought out the worst in me." She said smiling. He didn't argue that point.

"What have you been keeping yourself busy with?" He asked leaning back

The plane started to roll as the pilot maneuvered. Miko enjoyed the feeling of flying. She had never been opposed to it or afraid at all. It always gave her a feeling of safety. Like she was leaving something behind. She could pretend for a moment all her problems were disappearing. Except for one of her problems was in the planes cabin with her.

"Yes, you finally ask about what I have been doing for the past forty odd years." She nodded. "You know I thought this would have come a lot sooner. None of your siblings cared to ask."

"Perhaps it seemed irrelevant to them." Elijah shrugged in a way that was much more elegant than it should have been.

"I could easier drain the ocean that understand your or your sibling behavior. " She said looking back out the window. It was easier not to look at him as the memories of fondness came more slowly.

"I ask out of genuine concern." He stated and he sounded honest enough. She knew that that was his angle. To seem like the level headed calm and compassionate one.

"Concern and curiosity are not the same my friend." She smiled at him sadly "Curiosity asks something for its own benefit and Concern has no agenda but to be kind."

"Do you think I don't have it in me to be kind?" He asked

"I think you may have lost the ability. Not on purpose but maybe you have just forgotten how to look at someone and not see them as an enemy."

"It's been a long life full of enemies." He responded to her sounding as if he were a little hurt.

She turned all of her attention on him then. Looking into his eyes. He wouldn't break her gaze he was too proud for that, so they just stared for a while.

"Do you really think I am your enemy? That I am trying to get something from you Elijah?" She asked using his first name and as she said it heat radiated up her face. "I would not dishonor my father in that way."

"People change. I cannot expect that you are the same person you were before." He said and she wanted to yell at him that he would not just accept her word. She could not be truly upset with him for it however as he was protecting his family and himself.

"Very well." She said now looking out the window again. The plane began its ascent and she sat in silence and enjoyed the feeling. He did not interrupt the silence. As soon as the plane was airborne she decided where to start as far as the last few decades went.

"I was kidnapped when I was twenty two. " She said not looking at him. Not wanting to get emotional about it. She normally did a good job at being stoic. "Look at me, perhaps your siblings were right and I will divulge more information to you than to them. Look at me babbling like a school girl"

"I don't know why that would be true." He said and she resisted the urge to look at his handsome face "you owe me no more than you owe them."

"Elijah, I think we owe each other a bit more honesty than that." She smiled at her reflection in the glass. "You know the affection I had for you. As much as I have tried to deny the residual effects of our past encounters I can't say that I feel nothing now."

He didn't respond to that as a kind of kindness she supposed.

"Who took you?" He asked instead

"A man named gun took me from Japan, my fiancée and business partner had gotten mixed up with his associates and they turned out to be much more dangerous than they anticipated."

"What happened to him?" He asked "I remember you father speaking of him."

"They murdered him the night they took me." She said remembering the sound of him being ripped apart.

"Why did they spare your life?" He asked distantly like this was a question for scientific poll.

"Gun liked me. Liked the way I looked I suppose. Thought I had a pretty face and could be controlled." She breathed in and out steadily. It had been awhile since she had retold the story. "He called me his pet."

"He doesn't sound particularly pleasant." Elijah said and she laughed for a minute. She looked at him while she was chuckling and his mouth was pursed into a line in distaste.

"Did he treat you terribly?" he questioned and when she was done laughing she supposed there was no reason to lie to him. She wondered if it was the compulsion or if she wanted him to know.

"For years I fought him and struggled against him. Those years I was raped beaten and imprisoned and the harder I fought the harder he was on me. I was used as the communal whore for the lot of them" She remembered the years of abuse that she endured. They had fueled her endless anger for Gun and she never forgot or forgave a single one of his transgressions against her. She still loathed him in a way that she could taste in her mouth.

"Then?" He asked and his face looked angry.

"Then I got smarter than him and stopped being his abused pet and got him to trust me, to fall in love with me and counted every day of every month until I could leave."

He nodded but said nothing. She wondered if he wished he hadn't asked.

"Then when I did leave I met your forceful and controlling sister and traded one prison for another." She said finishing her drink. "Margie another Whiskey sour for the Love of god."

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