Chapter Eleven: Did It Again

"I am the VIP's maid so what were you doing up there, Chisato? I don't think someone like the VIP's would want someone like you to walk on the same floor as them."

The arrogant maid from before was arguing with another maid loudly. Normally, Kimiko wouldn't ever blink an eye about something like that but seeing some lowlife like her, commanding someone else wakened her interest.

"Listen, Erika, I…"

"You what, Chisato? Your nothing, okay? You are working here for what – almost ten years and have never even tried to climb the ladder of success and now when I…"

"Stop it Erika, it's enough."

Another woman joined in them, maybe two or three years older than Kimiko with brown hair tied to a ponytail and the uniform of a croupier from the 35th floor.

"Sakiko, I don't think I called for an attention-whore like you!"

"Like you!"

Now there were some silly looking twins repeating the last words Erika said like some wired cyborgs.
Honestly, usually the black haired hit man couldn't care less about something so hilarious.
A Maid bullying another maid out of jealousy?

"'I wanna' clean his dirty night sheets! 'No! I wanna lick the floor he is walking on.' Seriously?!"
she thought, chuckling about the imaginary argue in her head.

"If you ever go up there again, I swear I'll make your live a living hell, bitch!"

The maid called Erika was getting angrier and a bit louder as well, causing multiple guests and other staff members looking at the now trembling black haired woman who was near tears.

Maybe Kimiko should have turned around and walked away, but she had a bad day until now and seeing such a lowlife like that Erika, mocking someone out of such a stupid reason made her blood boil. Stifling the beast in her, she approached the little crowd of women, let her glimpse fall onto their badges and without hesitation, she began to talk in a rather dark voice and and with an intimidating cold face.

"Miss Kurihara was requested by me since I'm a hard working woman, who enjoys the comfort of having a creative and reliable maid in responsibility for my apartment instead of a bull in a china shop banging the doors like crazy. So I would appreciate it, if you would go back to your work instead of bothering the other hotel guests with your rude behavior. Or should I call… ah, there he comes. You must be Mr. Kenzaki, am I right?"

A middle aged man appeared next to her with a friendly smile on his face.

"Miss Doe, it's a pleasure to meet you in Person."

The man bowed deeply and so did Kimiko, knowing her little act was crowned with success.

"The pleasure is all mine. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. As you know, I'm staying in Mr. Oh's Suite as long as he is on his business trip and I would like to know Miss Kurihara in responsibility for it. I know the request is sudden but unfortunately, I didn't had the time to call you, since I was on a trip myself until today."

Again, she bowed deeply. The maids as well as the curpier stared at the two of them now talking casually as if nothing had happened before.

"Of course, Miss Kurihara is one of our most loyal and experienced employees. Miss Ito, Miss Ito, I suggest you going back to work is more necessary than hanging around."

Straightforwardly Mr. Kenzaki turned around towards the young croupier.

"Miss Koizumi, the same goes for you."

A bit confused she bowed before leaving her friend with a questioning glimpse. The Ito-sisters also left but with much more audible confusion as they whispered to each other in a - granted - amazing pace.

"And, Miss Narita,"
he now turned towards the arrogant maid who was now obviously aware of what was coming next,
"we will talk about this little incident after you finished your shift. I'm awaiting you in my office."

Again, Mr. Kenzaki bowed deeply towards Kimiko before he headed in a different way.

"Miss Kurihara, I'm Miss Doe, nice to meet you. I'd like to discuss some things about your new task while drinking some coffee – my treat of course."

Confident she nodded towards the still confused looking maid before heading towards the elevators, letting the furious maid dumbstruck.

It had been a long eventful day but in the end, Kimiko's mood was a lot better.
No, she wouldn't let her self being under control of somebody else - never again.
Stepping into the shower in the mobster's apartment she thought about the unexpected funny talk she had with the maid.

After a few minutes, the tension between the uneven ladies changed into an almost casual girl-talk.
Chisato Kurihara was a hardworking, 36 year old maid from Toyama. She had moved nine years ago so she could work at Tres Spades, the first legal hotel-casino in Tokyo where she had met her husband with whom she had a little daughter with. Suna. Even if Kimiko wasn't interested in children because she didn't know, what to do with them, she had to admit that the photo, Chisato had shown her was cute. It was her way of opening up to her, since Kimiko had told the maid, that she couldn't stand the arrogance of the other maid and this had been the best way to knock her off her perch.

With a small, satisfied smile on her lips she wrapped a towel around her long wet hair before opening the door.
The gentle knock on it had turned into a hammering sound in just a couple of seconds so she didn't even had the time to slip on some clothes and instead just slipped on one of the fluffy bathrobes.

"Damn, these rich people know how to do it!"

When she opened the door, a pair of angry looking, light brown eyes was staring straight into hers.

"I can't remember giving you permission of deciding the tasks of my employees, woman!"

'The King' – obviously of arrogance - stood in front of her, not pleased and with an intimidating tone in his voice.
He truly had a strong will and a strange kind of power that usually made people behave obviously, but she was different.

"Well, because you haven't as far as I remember."

The anger in his eyes increased as he shoved her back into the suite, slamming the door shut.
Suddenly she saw him in a whole new light. They actually had more in common that she thought at first.

"I think you don't understand the situation your actually in, woman. We bought you. We own you and you are supposed to…"

"And you think that affects me…why?"

Had she!?
No she had not?!
She actually had!
Kimiko Doe had actually cut in the high and mighty Eisuke Ichinomiya and even if it seemed as if he would explode any moment, it made her extremely proud.

"I will make your life a living hell, woman! I swear to you!"

Screaming at her he slammed his fist into the wall right next to her head so hard she could sense the vibes it caused.
Even if he probably wasn't experienced in close combat techniques he quite had some strength. Continuing fighting with him would only lead to more problems but on the other hand, she suddenly had a whole new idea about turning her current situation in a profitable one for her.

"You know,"
Kimiko began, slowly and in a calming voice, softly taking his fist from the wall which made him look at her,
"you are behaving like a spoiled child, for real."

Looking now rather confused, the angry man didn't made a sound.
Instead, he was immediately calmed by her unexpected gentleness. Her index finger softly stroked his white turned knuckles and he couldn't deny that she had a huge effect on him.
In one moment, the woman in front of him was rude and complacent, not to mention conceited but now, she almost seemed caring.
Eisuke couldn't believe his eyes, staring at the young woman in front of him. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt almost comfortable in the near of somebody.

"I really mean it. You're always behaving like a 5-year old rich kid. If you are really my older brother, you should change your manners and your behavior towards me. I know, being an asshole seems to run in the family but that doesn't mean you have to behave like a total dickface 24/7."

"What?!"

Okay, he definitely hadn't planned with that. Not only did she knew, why she had been sold at the auction, the black haired woman had also told him exactly, what she thought of him and it wasn't really the nicest thing to hear.

Kimiko loosened the grip around his hand which now wasn't balled to a fist anymore.

"Hear me out okay? Than you can scream at me and threaten me like you want and I won't back off okay? Good. Let me proof how useful I am to your little black market auction organization and if I can convince you, you'll let me be one of you. How does that sound?"

The brown haired man had to blink a few times. This was unexpected for him and he didn't like the fact that he wasn't in control of everything at the moment.

"Woman, how do you want to be a part of our actions if you don't even have the money to ransom yourself? This isn't just a little game. This isn't just a funny tea party this is…"

"Uhm, but you call it a tea party, aren't you? Besides that, don't bother your pretty head about my financial circumstances. I don't think that you would let me live my life like I want to, if I'd spend my money in ransom myself. I have seen all your faces and even, if you'd sell my little secret to the police, you don't have any evidence, but so do I."

"Are you trying to blackmail me, Woman?"

Eisuke's voice was now back to his loud scolding tone, his eyes glimmering in anger. His jawbone quivered with range and you could tell that the next words Kimiko chose were well-considered.

"No, no!"

With an almost heart-warming smile, she looked him straight into the eyes, without the smallest hint of fear.

"I just want you to realize that my idea isn't the worst. It could be very lucrative for both of us and you, as one of the five most successful businessmen under 30 in the world, are trying to tell me that my offer doesn't smell like a good idea to you?"

Now she was back to her normal self, with one of her eyebrows raised and her significant half-smile on her lips.
Slowly Eisuke crossed his arms in front of his chest while thinking. She had proven that she could be earnest and even if she was a little wild child, he was already handling Baba and Ota since a few years, as well as Kishi and these men were more than hard to bridle.
Maybe this was the easiest way of keeping the woman under control and if his concerns became true and they actually were related by blood, he had to deal with her anyways.

"We will see."

His answer was short and not influenced by any emotions. Of course she had surprised him but he wouldn't dare showing of his astonishment. Confident, Kimiko smiled at him as if she was sure he would agree anyways. Turning around she tried to head towards the bathroom again before the brown haired man spoke up again.

"You have one hour, woman!"

Snapping around, it was now Kimiko who looked suspicious into a pair of satisfied looking eyes. Raising one of his eyebrows he snorted.

"I thought you wanted to prove how useful you are so you will attend me to a business dinner. Hurry up, woman."

"As …?"

In less than a second her jaw dropped.

"Hell, are you really that dumb?! You are attending me to keep the business partners daughter at bay for me! Move!"

His scolding still sounded angry but nonetheless her step had now some spring in it.

"Wow! That was actually very fun. Are we going out together more often from now on?"

Giggling, Kimiko got in the limousine right before Eisuke did.

"Pfft. Don't let it get to your head, woman!"

Eisuke snorted but she was right.
She was a useful person. Not only could she speak Italian fluently with his business partner and his daughter, she also knew Carolina Bucci personally from a visit at an opera, what happened to be a true gift. That woman even had managed to convinced her to 'never even think about dating him' since he was 'always so wrapped up in his work, it might be the only thing, he's truly passionate about'. That comment may have stabbed his enormous manly pride but if this meant, Carolina would stop asking him out, he would bear with it.

"Oh, come on. The Bucci's will be regular guests from now on at the tea parties and besides this, I think Antonio would be very interested in supporting a Tres Spades in Florence if you would mention it."

With a wide and funny grin she turned towards him and he had to admit that she was probably right with her assumption.

Even if it had the seemed like it would be easier form now on it really hadn't got like it at all for the black haired woman, but despite the fact that she wasn't sleeping well again, it felt good to have something like a daily routine from now on.

Every day she spent an hour at the gym, deciding it wouldn't be good to slack off since she couldn't sleep anyways. Kickboxing, chin up's, treadmill and yoga. After a refreshing shower, Ryosuke and Samejima were picking her up for the training for the new lackeys and handling some paper work the other mobsters gave her.
On her way back to Tres Spades, she used to pick up her daily needs at the convenience store, Baba worked at. Since there weren't any I.V.C.'s planned for the next weeks, he decided to stay in Tokyo enjoy his rather sparely free time.
For Kimiko, it was a welcome opportunity to chat with someone because in the minute, she stepped into the lounge at the 51th floor, she had to remain quite since the big wig had made himself a new office in there.
In the minute she had finished her meal she used to write an email about the daily events that happened and sent it to the mobster who didn't even bother replying her.
On one hand, it was refreshing of having her day planned since normally, she used to live for the day. On the other hand it wasn't really helpful since her 'womanly needs' didn't stop screaming for attention and the fact, that every time she and Mamoru happened to cross each other's paths at least one time a day, was making it worse day by day.

The tension between her and him was overwhelming and after a couple of days, Kimiko began to ask herself how long she could hold back. You could say she was desperate but that was nothing in comparison to the desire that burned in Mamour's chest.
Simple things like sitting next to each other or short encounters had become a real test of resistance since every time they tried to spend some time alone, Baba, Inui or the big wig interrupted them.
Both of them had been alone in the elevator on Monday but in the Moment, Mamoru tried to stroke her cheeks with his big hands Eisuke stepped into it, while arguing on the phone with someone he obviously couldn't stand.
On Thursday evening, the penthouse guys were hanging out at the casino like they did every week. In a favorable moment, both of them sneaked out towards the restrooms but unfortunately Baba was coming in their way, taking Kishi with him because of a round of poker he wanted to finish.

After a week of these 'stressful' days, Kimiko decided, she could use a 'little helper' to come down since her lack of physical attention got her to the edge but the rivalry between Ryosuke and Samejima had come to another level and finally making her go nuts.
Kimiko's job was it, to give daily reports to Soryu who was deciding whom of them would become his new 'personal assistant/right-hand man' so both of them had decided to pamper the black haired woman and show of in front of her like some peacocks.

Sneaking into Soryu's office she hoped to find at least a few grams of kush or maybe heroin, but nothing, not even codeine or opium. She searched everywhere and finally when she thought he would at least had something hidden in the drawer of his desk she found no drugs. Instead she found some… detective novels?
Suspiciously she began to read the blurb. It seemed like an interesting story; six of the most eccentric detectives were formed into a special investigations unit where they had to deal with a bombing chase.
Kimiko remembered a lot of reviews for this book, which was the beginning of a new series from an author, from whom she had read his former book series herself. Even if she still couldn't exactly understand, why a known mobster was reading detective novels, it was interesting to learn something personal about the usually so cold man.

Holding the book in her small hands, a smile crept in to her face which was replaced by a tensed look on her face, like she was highly concentrated.
Loud sounds from the shooting range down in the basement rooms weren't something to worry about but loud voices were.
Placing the book back into the drawer, Kimiko didn't waste another second and ran straight forward towards the stairs which led to the shooting range. When she arrived there she couldn't believe her eyes.

"What the actual fuck is going on in here?!"

She scolded so loud that all the young man immediately turned towards her standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. The shooting range had been converted to something like an assault course but it looked more like a battle field.

"Miss I can explain,…"
Inui began.

"No I explain Miss,…"
Samejima interrupted, stepping forward.

"My question was rhetoric, damn! I see you tried to play paintball in here and ended in fighting like little boys but I do not understand how that trains our new members in any way. One of you will become Mr. Oh's new right hand, but instead of giving 101% in teaching the newbies the skills that made Mr. Oh choose you of all our members for this job, all you do is challenging each other like little schoolboys. I should have yelled 'Good morning Vietnam' when I came in here because that's what it looks like!"

If someone had dropped a pin in the following moment, you definitely would have heard it because no one of them even dared to move an inch.
Ashamed, Samejima let his head hang down a bit while Inui's eyes looked like it filled up with tears. Maybe Kimiko had been too harsh with them. She couldn't understand how important it was for them to impress Soryu with their skills since she never wanted to impress someone herself. She just did the things she was told to do with 101% because she feared the consequences for not being obedient. There wasn't anyone to impress back at the cottage.

Shaking her head she left the for a few moments.

Completely silent, the men in the shooting range began to clean up the rather colorful mess the had made. None of them had worn a protective vest, helmet or something like that since this was a lot less painful than a real gunshot. With a loud klick, Kimiko draw their attention towards her, holding a modified gun in her hand.

"Come on guy's. I'll show you how to teach the newbies. Shun!"

Chuckling she made her way towards the men who immediately lined up like she was a gunnery sergeant.
The black haired woman may was a head smaller than the smallest of those men and she may wore a tight pencil skirt and a pair of heels but she radiate authority and determination more than the both young man who were fighting for attention.
And with that, her day became as stressful as the days before.

Exhausted she leaned her head again the elevator walls thinking about the upcoming events.

Ota had made the idea of celebrating the premier of the fragrance they had filmed at Tres Spades palatable to Eisuke and that meant, he was even busier than before. The last few days he had desperately tried to invite the rich and famous with great success.
Unfortunately, this had caused his pipes and voice to get sore and Kimiko was now in charge of pampering the big wig.

Stepping into the lounge she was immediately greeted by a rather displeased looking hotel owner.
With his arms crossed over his chest and a nervous tipping foot he was waiting for her, sitting on the luxurious couch with his Mac in front of him.

"You're 5 minutes too late. I already called you three times!"

There was nothing left over from his usual deep, manly voice, instead it was only a weak rasp coming out of his lips.

"Well in these five minutes, I got all the supplies I need to make a healthy soup and some tea for you."

Waving the grocery store bag in her hands she walked over to the open kitchen. Completely displeased with this excuse, Eisuke turned his head.

"If I would have wanted a healthy soup, I would have ordered the best one and the same goes for tea. I want you to make coffee, woman!"

"But you have also could have ordered…"

"Shh, shh!"

Eisuke silenced her mid-off sentence and with rolling eyes, Kimiko did how she was told. She hadn't the will or the interest in fighting with him again and if it was just making coffee what was keeping him at least quite, she was willing to do so. Probably he was still mad, since one of the higher ups he wanted to show up at the event had obviously no interest in doing so. The young CEO may couldn't stand that man personally, but this was business and when the unknown rival hung up the phone suddenly a few days before, Kimiko was able to hear a anger murmur.

"No one ever denies an invitation from Eisuke Ichinomiya, no one!".

"What's that?"
Eisuke asked when Kimiko placed the cup at the table in front of him before she slummed down next to him, her own cup in her hands.

"Coffee. Three cubes of sugar and lots of milk."

Suspicious he stared a few seconds into the light brown liquid in his cup before he glance wandered up to her face, which was now relaxed as she took a sip of her own rather sweet version of coffee.

"You do have a sweet tooth Mr. Ichinomiya; I have seen it at the restaurant and well, that's how I drink my coffee so I figured since we may be related…"
She began, knowing what was probably going on in his mind.

Raising an eyebrow, he turned towards his cup again and took a sip.

"And?"

The black haired woman asked curious with a grin on his face.

"Well, I have drunk worse."

Still not impressed, he put his cup back on the table and turned his head back towards the screen of his Mac as if awaiting something.
Just in the moment, Kimiko wanted to ask what this was all about, he answered an incoming video call, waving her off like she was a pesky midge.

"Mr. Ichinomiya."

She could hear a rather stressed, manly voice from the Mac when she stood up from her seat, ready to walk up the stairs and write her daily report to the mobster in Hong Kong.

"What do you want again? I'm pretty sure, I've shown you my disinterest regarding your invitation for the fragrance launce party at your Hotel."

"Mr. Hishikura, may let me explain how your appearance at out Hotel for this specific event could turn out lucrative for both of our parties."

Hell, Kimiko could hear how Eisuke had to muster up all his charm and negotiating skills to not let his inner spoiled child out and scream at the screen in front of him. But this wasn't the most interesting thing going on right now.

"I am also not interest in supporting your endeavor of building another Tres Spades here in Dubai, Mr. Ichinomiya. Not today and not in the future…"

The man on the screen sounded aloof and cold, almost mechanical.

Now it was Kimiko's turn to bring in some fun.

"Awww, come on, Shu. Don't you want to party with me and the great Eisuke Ichinomiya?"

Standing behind the couch, she leaned over his shoulder, peeking into their conversation. Both men were looking at her in disbelieve, the big wig's jawbone quivering in anger. Blinking a few times, the black haired man on the screen took of his glasses to clean them with a soft cloth before he put them back on, his eyes still wide but now with an almost not visible smile on his face.

Shuichi Hishikura was a young Japanese ambassador stationed in Dubai and one of her 'patrons' how she used to title him.

"Kimiko, it's a pleasure to see you again but what is this all about?"

"Well, let's just say it's a bit hard to explain, but I'm staying here for a while and since I am a model for the fragrance, I would be delighted to meet you at the party next week."

With a sugar sweet voice, the black haired woman was wrapping the usual rather strict man around her pretty finger with ease.

"How could I decline an invitation like this. I'm looking forward to meet you there."

The smile on the politicians face faded in the second he turned his head back towards the hotel owner who obviously fought the urge to create havoc.

"My secretary will email you tomorrow to discuss the particulars about my stay at your hotel. Sayonara."

And with that, he hung up the video call without waiting for Eisuke's reply what made him even angrier.

"My, pleasure!"

She bowed towards Eisuke jokingly before walking towards the Suite.

"Don't you dare doing something like this again, woman! You are not supposed to disturb my business calls."

He snapped around with his raspy voice but with pure anger showing on his face.

"I arranged you a visit of a highly esteemed Japanese politician so you have a chance of convincing him for your new Hotel but if you are not interested anymore I'll just cancel it right away…!"

Throwing him one of her triumphant half smiles she finally turned around for leaving.

"That's not what I…"
he began hectically before pinching the bridge of his nose, he narrowed his head for a second before turning to his old self

"If you want to be useful, write Soryu that I will need some of his lackeys as security at the event next week. And get Ota back in here!"

The CEO was calling loudly enough to hear him, even if Kimiko was already in front of the suite door.

"And now, inhale… hold the pose for 5 seconds…. and exhale…"

Finally, Kimiko was able to relax, well at least a bit.
Deeply inhaling, she thought about the upcoming night. Even if she wouldn't say it out loud, she was nervous as fuck since she never was - more than less - the face of such a huge campaign before. Sure, she had done some pretty good jobs before but this was a whole new level of modelling. Subsequent orders was just one of the many possibilities for her now and the fact that Shuichi Hishikura was supporting her again wasn't bad either.

It was almost a year ago, when he had sent his assistant to her dressing room at a gala in Dubai where she was co-hosting, just to ask for an autograph, she was almost giggling like a little girl. Hishikura was known as a very strict and rather emotionless person, not to mention his hard-to-read attitude. She would have been a bad hit man if she wouldn't have recognized him constantly watching every move of her the whole evening. All the more, it had surprised the black haired woman that he was an admirer of her.

"…Alright. Now, we stretch the right leg and hold it in position…hold…hold, hold….and down."

Still deep in thoughts she followed the instructions, even if she didn't had to since this was a routine to her.

Prasong Sudarak was just one on the endless seeming list of guest which was attending the event tonight. VIP's from all over the word would be showing up and off tonight and because of that, everyone at the hotel, regardless of whether guest or staff, seemed busier and more excited than normal.
Well, the high and mighty Eisuke Ichinomiya couldn't risk his hotel receiving any bad press out of hosting such an event and so he was shooing people even more than normal. Maybe it was just her lack of sleep or the fact that everyone was so busy, but she could have sworn, she had seen the rude maid named Erika almost every day leaving the lounge, but maybe Eisuke was okay with her loud and nerve-racking attitude and let her do the housekeeping up in there.

Baba was planning a little 'sight-seeing tour' around Europe in the next weeks which made Kimiko feeling uneasy.
Besides Ryosuke, the long haired thief was the only one she really felt comfortable with here in Tokyo and seeing him off to Europe was even harder. Even if he was telling her it was only for a few weeks, she felt a little sad because hanging out with Ota was neither possible nor appealing.
When she had tried to visit him spontaneous a few days ago in his studio, she found him lying on the small bed, outstretched but with his face pressed into the mattress, barking at her, she should leave him alone.
This guy definitely had some serious, emotional issues.

Stretching her leg again like the woman in the front of the room showed, Kimiko's thoughts made a little jump.

Inui and Samejima seemed so excited, when the black haired model had told them about the event and that they were going to coordinate the securities.
Okay, Inui had been excited while Samejima had been emotionless as ever.
What was it whit this guy?
He was like the total opposite of Inui and still they were both acting like little boys, fighting for attention sometimes and it was her assignment to keep them under control.
And while this was stressful enough, she still had to keep herself under control.

The last week had not reduced the desire burning in her, if anything it only worsened. No she wasn't in despair, it was just… she needed to relax, to let herself go and then, everything would be back to normal.

"Sometimes males and females aren't that different."
She thought.

But still it wasn't easy for her to get any alone time with the man of her desire and so she ended up in the early yoga class with her face down and her ass up in the air, trying to relax.

The sound of a hem made everyone as well as Kimiko, turn their heads towards the door in the back of the room.

"Kid?"

A deep, smoky voice asked, obviously trying to stifle a huge grin.

"Commin'."

Without hesitation, the black haired woman stood up and walked towards the door where a pair of dark grey eyes waited for her.

"Eisuke wants you to choose one of the two dresses he had ordered for tonight, immediately."
He murmured in a low tone before clearing his throat again.

"Okay…?!"

Nodding, she walked past the detective at a fast pace. It was her way of trying to reach the elevators without loosing the focus. The glance on her back became more intense, she could tell by the way his voice became deeper which had a huge effect it had on her. Maybe it was something like magnetism because every time they were in the same room, it felt like a strange gravity between them.

"You're also going up to the lounge?"

With all of her discipline she tried to sound normal.

"Yeah."
Mamoru answered shortly before the elevator door closed.

"Something interesting to do?"

"Well, yeah. It could be very interesting…"

And there was it again; the sexy smoky voice and the darkened glimmer in his eyes.
It was the same glimmer she had seen in the police department a few years before, when she was taken to the interrogation room.

"You know, Mamo, I don't need your help with dressing."

Throwing him a mix of a challenging and not impressed half smile, Kimiko walked straight towards the stairs after the elevator doors opened with the typical tone.
Secretly, she wanted him to make a move on her, touch her, kiss her, hold her, but she wouldn't admit that since acting like the unapproachable obviously tempted him in many ways.
Walking the floors which lead to the suite she was living in, a hand suddenly grabbed for her wrist, spinning her around and pressing her back against the elegant looking wooden door.

"I rather was planning on undressing…"

With a low growl, the slacker detective attacked her neck without warning, hungrily pressing his lips against the creamy skin and leaving a trail of passionate kisses.
He may was a slacker in work related things, but as lover, Mamoru was impatient and not easy to tame once his fire was blazing up.
Without big effort he let go of Kimikos wrists, letting them wander towards her waist instead, only to press her body even more against the door.

The mix of his soft lips on the sensitive skin of her neck mixed with the wetness of his tongue and some painfully sexy nibbling made her knees weak.

Everything happened so fast.

While her mind wasn't able to hold at least one thought her body reacted immediately, biting her lower lip in expectation and imagination of what he would do to her next. The trail of his kisses ended when he reached her lips, hungrily devouring them, like she could disappear in the next moment again.

"I can't wait any longer."

And with that, the detective opened the door with one hand, guiding her backwards into the suite and towards the bed.

This should have been the most tantalizing moment in what was like forever since she had waited for physical attention way too long.
The touch of his hands and lips should have blurred her mind in dizzy clouds of thrill and arousal.
The sound of his voice should have brought her back to her baser human instincts.
The way he was guiding her towards the bed she usually rolled around alone at night should made the heat pool between her legs. But it … didn't?!
Kimiko felt absolutely none of this; instead there was something creeping up in her, she hadn't experienced before in a situation like this.

"Maybe I should be more offensive?"
Kimiko asked herself in silence, hoping it would deafen her mind to the voice in her head.

Cupping his face in her hands she yanked them around, so Mamoru was the one who landed on his back onto the mattress.
The smirk on his face grew as her breathed out in his husky voice.

"You wanna go up, kid?"

Nothing.

Furiously the black haired woman began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt but after throwing away the anyway loosely hanging tie and straddling him.
For a guy, whom doesn't give a damn about attending his duty his chest was still toned and muscular.
Slowly she let her hands wander over the soft skin of his upper body towards the hem of his trousers. Kimiko could already feel his stone hard need, searching for attention.
Mamoru's lips left hers for a moment, only to pull off the top she was wearing followed by deep kisses. Sliding his tongue into her mouth without any warning he earned a muffled sound, almost like a moan which encouraged him even more to continue.

Kimiko's blue-grey orbs widened and suddenly she began pushing the man in front of her away.
At first it seemed like she wanted to change their angle or something like that but when her balled hands banged against his chest he realized something was odd.

"No. No, no, no!"

Murmuring, the black haired woman grabbed for her top and hastily stood up from his lap. When they had have their little hook up back then, Kimiko felt aroused every time they had have laid a finger on to each other's body but now…

There was nothing.
No arousal, no need, no desire just the small voice in head, screaming she should stop.
It was the same voice which was screaming every time, a situation that had turned out bad for her.

"This isn't a good idea…"

"Kid? What's wrong?"

She didn't answer but threw over her top in a rapid pace.

"Hey,…?"

Even if the detective seemed dissatisfied, his voice was more shocked than anything else.

Walking backwards to the door she could stammer out a whole sentence.

"This should never have happened…"

And with that, she left the bedroom and shut its door with a bang.

Mamoru was a great guy and they had have a good time but reviving a just-physical relationship didn't felt as good as it should and so she was stopping herself before was too late.

Never in her life had she run away because of physical contact, not even at her fist time.
Why couldn't she understand herself? She had graved for it for so long, they had already tried to have some alone time, but now, after the entire struggle she was turning him down?

Slipping her top over, she almost ran towards the suite door.

"It doesn't matter where but I have to go now. I mean, I can't tell him 'Hey, I changed my mind but I don't know why'."

For the last time she turned her glance towards the bedroom door where Mamoru still was calling for her before she reached the suite door.

But then she stopped in tracks.
All the confusing thoughts were shattering down like a wall of glass in her mind.
Her eyes grew wide but she couldn't muster up a word to say.?!

Buttoning up his shirt, Mamoru stepped out of the bedroom but also stopped in tracks immediately.

"Hey, why did you run away, Kid. I thought we were going to… WHAT THE FUCK?! Oh, what are you doing here?!"

Authors Note:

So, after a long time there is the new baby. I know you had to wait a bit more than normal and I'm very glad for your patience but since this chapter is longer than normal I hope you can forgive me.
I also have to confess, that I really had a hard time with coming up with this chapter since personally I don't like it at all. But it'll be really important for the upcoming chapters so you may can enjoy it anyways.

So... here we go, little mad people!