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Not Easily Broken: Boys Over Flowers-Inuyasha Edition Part II

Chapter 21

As the night slowly drew to an end, and Asami's many yakuza guests began to take their leave, the once peaceful evening weather had taken a sudden turn. Shortly before the party approached its last hour, thunder roared through the dark sky, bringing about a late night shower. Aubrey, on her search for Asami, bidden those passing by her a safe farewell. The night had turned out much better than she had expected it to, and that was saying something. Her first party without Sesshomaru protectively glued to her side or Sango lingering in her shadow had been a major success. After giving the guests an earful, the once unapproachable men had warmed up to the little belle, taking a quick liking to her and her wittiness. Asami had practically sat off to the side alone the entire evening, which had struck the belle as odd considering this was his home and his party. Anyone who was anyone was there, business tycoons and celebrities from all over the country, but the yakuza boss preferred to spend his evening at his leisure within the comforts of his own thoughts.

When Aubrey finally found Asami again, he was exchanging a few private words with a man of equal height with sandy brown tresses. When the man noticed her, he paused his previous conversation to address her.

"Is something wrong, Miss Aubrey?" Asked Asami.

"I was wondering if I could use your phone? Mine died and I need to call a cab." Said the belle.

"No," Said Asami. "The weather is bad and will only get worse as the night draws on. You can stay here for the evening. He said.

Aubrey gaped up at him in shock, "I can't impose on you like that." She said.

"You're not imposing, I invited you here. I would be a horrible host if I sent you out in weather like this. And well, that wouldn't look good of me now would it?"Asami turned back to the man he'd been briefly speaking to before, giving him a short and curt good evening before turning back to the frowning belle.

Asami walked silently down the long elegant halls of his home, Aubrey trailing quietly behind him. What she'd heard from Naraku, the man was just as horrible as he was and then some. And although his mysteriousness was uncanny, there was a air about him that didn't bother nor intimidate her at all, if anything he had been nothing but kind to her. Asami sensed her hesitation and tension, casting her a glance out of his peripheral. Aubrey was paying close attention to the authentic paintings on the walls, her dark eyes paying close attention to each and every detail. Among her tender appreciation for fine art, there was also a world of pain swirling in her orbs. He wondered what could hurt someone so, but then again he too was no stranger to pain. His connection to the emotion was the only thing that seemed to remind him that he was still in fact human.

"Miss Aubrey," Said Asami. Aubrey's head snapped up, just before she could walk right into him. She looked up at him and the look he casted her over his shoulder. "Would you like something to eat? To drink?" He asked. He paid close attention to the belle during the course of the evening, noting that she hadn't eaten a thing since being there.

Aubrey smiled bashfully, "Oh no, but thank you. You openin' your doors to me is more than enough." She said.

"I don't want you to starve either, Miss Aubrey." He said. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. My job is to make sure your stay is comfortable." Asami extended a long arm towards a pair of traditional pair of sliding paper doors. "This will be your room, it has its own bathroom and everything you need inside. The other set of doors lead out to the balcony; along the wall is a small button pad. Red is for the maids, green is for me, and blue is for security." He turned to find the belle staring down at her golden shoes, her gaze desperately trying to avoid his. "Miss Aubrey?" The belle looked up at him, her deep emerald eyes shimmering like fine jewels. The soft expression she gave him left his heart jumping. "If you're up for it," The man said. "Once you're settled in, how about you meet me in the library?"

Aubrey simply nodded, stepping quietly into her new room. Asami watched her silently before turning to take his leave. Once she was alone, the belle sank down onto the bed, her head in her hands, as she cried to herself. Why she was weeping she didn't know, her tears were all but falling on their own. Maybe it was because she wondered what she had done to make the universe take away the good it had given her so quickly. Or the fact that the more she thought about Sesshomaru, and the new life he was going to live, the life forced upon him by the people he tried so hard to get away from, the more the crack in her heart grew. Or hell it could be because after hours of being in five inch stilettos, her feet were screaming out in agony.

Asami had been half way to his own room, just a handful of doors down from Aubrey's, when he heard the girl's not so silent cries. He felt his own chest twinge at the sound of her sobbing. He wasn't used to comforting others, and wondered how to go about it all. He wouldn't be able to stand her being depressed around him, because not only would it annoy him to no end but it would also bring his own mood down. Asami absently rubbed his chin as he thought to himself; no one ever said being a good host was easy.