1It's me again, with another chapter so damn long it had to be divided up into two parts. But it's all worth it because I am getting very close to the dark tournament so bear with me. But I'll have more to tell at the beginning of the next chapter–Honeychica04
Remember that Kay was locked out of the final battle at Tarukane's and left early. There were a lot of things that she did not see.
Her Secrets
Chapter Twenty-Five
Loyalty (Part One)
That Sakyo. He made me sick but I could not help but respect him. He would not involve me in anything that I could not make a difference in, that was what he was telling me last night. I did not get frustrated, I just had to show him that I was more than his little moneymaker. All I had to do was wait for the right opportunity to come along and see how Sakyo responded. The hardest part of it all would just be waiting.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), I did not have to wait very long. That same night, Sakyo and I both managed to be in the living room discussing some traveling plans when the house phone rang. We both froze because nobody ever called the house, normally Sakyo's cell would ring.
Yogi appeared holding the telephone. "It is for you, Sir." He said, standing in the doorway glancing at me. Sakyo stood and followed him out of the room. He did not come back for another hour. But I stayed right there in the room, dying to know what happened.
When Sakyo came back, the look on his face did not do much to hint at anything important. In fact, he did not look fazed at all. I openly stared at him waiting for some information. He walked over to his chair and sat back down. He proceeded to light up, take a drag, and leaned back.
"Tarukane is dead." He said simply.
I blinked, needing a second to take it all in. My heart just stopped.
"Wh-WHAT!" I exclaimed.
Sakyo said nothing, he just went on smoking.
"How...how did he die?" I asked.
"He was decapitated."
My hand immediately flew to my chest. This did not make any sense. They guys were the last ones I the house but they were not murderers. Besides, they had already rescued Yukina and she had plead for his life. The last time that I had seen him, he had been beaten unconscious. I was panicking inside, trying to figure out what happened.
"Funny, I hardly thought you would be so moved by his death." He said.
"I don't." I said quickly. "But I did not want him to die–like that. Do you have any idea of who did it? Where did it happen?" I asked.
"That is not clear at the moment but I know it happened at his summer estate, the one we all visited recently. I have a suspicion that someone at that party was paying close attention to his security." He closed his eyes.
I frowned, getting a little nervous. I was far, light-years away from being busted but I still could have been found out.
"I have not gotten to the interesting part." Sakyo continued, his eyes still closed. I looked at him intently.
"Tarukane was penniless at him death."
"WHAT!" I stood up, I was so shocked. The guys couldn't have done that either. They weren't evil, they were not that damn smart, and...they just were not that damn smart. (I could see Urameshi blowing off school permanently and blowing everything at an arcade while Kazuma would probably buy Megallica.)
"How? He's not that stupid to keep all of his assets and fortune in one place." I said.
Sakyo smiled up at me. "You give that man far too much credit. More than likely he made a wager on something went foul."
"That means he knew his murderer." I shuddered at the thought.
"The sad thing is that Tarukane is not the first one to suffer this fate. There were two others that died before you were hired."
"Really? And you all have not figured it out?" I found that to be very stupid.
"It's a very well done inside job. Someone is plotting to wipe us out."
I looked at Sakyo like he was crazy.
"Aren't you...alarmed?"
Sakyo smirked, confidently. "No."
"No? But the person has to travel in our circle. They'll definitely be gunning for you." I was genuinely concerned. I even went as far as to grab his wrist so he would pay attention. Sakyo looked up at me, shocked by my action and the obvious amount of stress in my voice.
I stepped back, wondering what the hell I was doing. I was just as confused as Sakyo was. I let him go and shook my head, embarrassed.
"I'll just stay in my place." I said, quickly.
Sakyo smirked. "Right."
I left the room, mentally kicking myself in the ass. I needed to get a grip.
The next day I was back to normal. But you couldn't help but be more somber and controlled when you were going to a funeral. To minimize any public interest in Tarukane's life, the funeral had to be handled quickly at the expense of the Black Black Club. Not a lot of people attended, even though Tarukane had always been surrounded by people.
There was a repast after the rainy funeral, giving us mourners an opportunity to eat and socialize. Soon enough, most of the people had forgotten about Tarukane and moved on to other important topics. These people were rough. I mean cheating people out of their money and laughing behind their backs was one thing but forgetting about them at their own repast was harsh.
Then again...this was Tarukane...so I said fuck him too.
Sakyo was busy talking to the very unhappy surviving members.
I was deciding between what kind of sushi roll I wanted when I was visited by a friend.
"Now there's a face I cannot forget." A french accent said from behind me. I laughed.
"Christophe." I turned around and we hugged quickly. There had been several functions since the cruise and he was always around. Now we were good friends.
"Words can't describe how much I've missed you." He said.
"Please." I rolled my eyes, still smiling. I took a second to look at him. Christophe looked good. He had grown his sandy brown hair to his shoulders and was wearing a nice suit...or maybe it was his build. He had been working out. But there was something about him, he looked so damn powerful. I knew Christophe was a businessman but he was not that big of a player by reputation.
"I see you're still with Sakyo. Are you going for a medal?" He chuckled while I smirked.
"You're still hardheaded I see." I commented.
"You call it being hardheaded. I call it being in love."
I would have laughed if he had not been serious.
"Christophe, you can't–"
"Why do you stay with him? Is it for the money?" He asked.
"No." I whispered, looking around hoping we were not being watched.
"The power?" He continued, leaning in on me. I noticed some tramp watching me pretty closely.
"Let's discuss this outside." I said. I had to stop this right now.
"In the rain?" He asked, surprised.
"Just come." I said, walking. I didn't bother to check with Sakyo, I knew he did not care. We walked out in the cold to stand under an awning.
"I already told you not to question this. I don't care about money or power." I said.
Christophe gave me a look of disbelief.
"Then is had to be his wholesome charm." He said, sarcastically. "You don't know what you're messing with, Kay." He warned. "They are all about themselves, especially your boyfriend. They step on everyone without a care. If they don't watch out, fate will get them one by one until they all fal back to the state of having nothing." He finished that last statement with an undeniable amount of malice in his voice. I looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
He sighed. "Kay, don't play games. You've seen it on the streets and in movies like Scarface. You're only on top for awhile until someone knocks you off. And normally no one stays there for long, look at Tarukane.
I raised an eyebrow. "So why are you here? This is not the boy scout meeting."
Christophe smiled. "You think I'm some big hypocrite right?" He asked.
"Prove me wrong." I challenged.
"I'm here to watch my father. He loves to gamble and if I left him around your boyfriend we would all be in the poor house."
"So how do you make your money?" I asked.
Christophe laughed, taken aback by my direct line of questioning. "I run my father's international shipping company, thank you."
"Oh okay." I nodded and looked away. Christophe began to laugh, confusing me. I watched him eventually finish laughing by resting his hand on my shoulder. I gently removed it causing him to smile.
"If it isn't about the money or the power, because obviously a real working man does not impress you, why are you with him?"
Christophe's voice softened as he took my hand.
"I could give you-" He started to say.
I rolled my eyes, how many times had I heard that before?
"I don't want the world okay? And I have everything I want, so don't offer it to me. Let's just forget about this. I don't even want to listen." I tried to walk away, but Christophe would not loosen his grip.
"Kay, wait. Calm down, I wasn't about to offer you—any of that shit—though I now have a fairly good idea how easy you'd be to please."
We both smiled.
"What? Did Sakyo use those as pick-up lines?"
I said nothing, that was his employment recruitment speech.
"What I wanted to say was that I could offer you something genuine."
"Like?" I was curious. I knew I wasn't going to change. If this was about love, I would have left Sakyo a long time ago.
The next thing I knew, Christophe had pulled me close, wrapped his arms around me, and started to kiss me. He was kissing me gently but with this sense of urgency like he had something to prove but not to Sakyo or anyone else...just me. All I knew was that it was a damn good kiss...a damn good, long-ass kiss...one I had to stop–NOW!
"Christophe." I pushed him away. I had given him too much ground and now he had gotten to me. No one had kissed me like that and actually meant it. No one ever really chased me...they assumed I was easy.
Damn. I thought about Sakyo and that put some fear in to me. I could be fired (or possibly a lot worse off). Not to mention I did not want him to get the wrong idea. Christophe had made his point and I was interested but I just couldn't–-for many reasons. Though I couldn't give you one off hand for the life of me. Christophe, reading the look on my face, began to look worried.
"I'm sorry Kay. I couldn't help myself." He said with a small smile. I almost smiled myself but this was stupid.
"Christophe, I am not going to leave him." I said, firmly. "I can't do that."
"You can't or you won't?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
"What?" I backed away.
"Do you love him?" He asked me.
"What?" I asked again.
"Sakyo's got you in love with him, doesn't he?" He asked, his voice growing bitter.
Before I could even form an answer, the sky opened up and it started raining heavily. Christophe turned and went inside. A second later, Sakyo was outside with my coat and umbrella.
"Are we leaving?" I asked.
"No, I just wanted some fresh air." He said.
"In the rain?" I asked.
"It did not stop you and Christophe London." He said.
I said nothing and took my coat from him.
"Let's take a walk." He said, opening the umbrella.
I was a little pissed, knowing I was going to get soaked. I moved in close, wrapping one arm around him. Sakyo looked at me and I pointed to my hair.
"You just paid for this to be relaxed yesterday. I don't do the wet look for anyone–-except Sports Illustrated.
We stepped out in the cold rain. I knew why Sakyo wanted to walk. He probably had something to tell me that he wanted no one else to hear.
"There's a lot of talk going on in there." He said, placing an arm around my shoulder.
"Positive or negative?" I said, feeling a mix of emotions. I was nervous around him but at the same time I felt good. I don't know what this man had over me but I submitted myself to it.
"What do you think?" He smirked.
"Well, that's funerals for you." I said.
"Nobody is talking about Tarukane." He said, amused.
"Then what?" I asked.
"Your friend, Christophe." He answered.
I remained quiet, looking ahead. I did not want to get into any trouble.
"I know that he dislikes all of us." Sakyo continued.
I nodded in agreement.
"Well, everyone except you." He smirked.
"What are they saying?" I asked.
"He was the last person to see our late friend." He answered.
I paused. "I don't know Sakyo. Christophe does not seem to be the decapitating type."
"Don't let his act fool you." He said.
"Sakyo can we talk about this in the car? I want to go home."
Once in the car, we continued.
"You've never been one for gossip before. Why do you believe it now?" I asked.
"I would hope that you thought higher of me. I don't believe anything that others say. But I do know that Christophe has been a part of our circle for a long time. He's been following his idiot father, witnessing what everyone else had and wondering why he did not have it."
"Why?" I asked, playing the attentive child to his story.
"His father is a fool. The only reason that I have not taken everything is because I pity him. Not to mention he does not have anything. Christophe learned early enough that to get what he wanted, he had to take it. He's charmed his way through two of us already, three including Tarukane. Now he feels confident enough to find a fourth victim—me."
I could not bring myself to believe Sakyo fully. But his spin on things was not that much of a stretch. Christophe definitely had some issues and he never hesitated to bash Sakyo. I told Sakyo about our conversation and how he was sure that Sakyo would fall eventually.
"And what do you think about that?" He asked, very amused.
"I'll stay in my place, thanks." I said sarcastically.
"Kay." He said, warningly.
"I have no clue what you are up to but I think being a kingpin is far from it. You're far too innovative." I said.
Sakyo didn't respond to that. "What else did he say to you?"
"Well...umm..." There had not been much of a conversation after that kiss.
Sakyo gave me a knowing look. I told him about his offer, the kiss, and my rejection.
"So he's starting on you, quite aggressively, I might add."
I frowned, feeling slightly guilty. (Though I had no reason to.)
"He must think you're the key to destroying me. Everyone thinks you hold my secrets because you've been around for so long. Or he's really in love with you." Sakyo pulled out a cigarette. "Either way, this can be beneficial."
That last statement made me very suspicious.
"And what exactly are you getting at?" I asked.
Sakyo just looked at me.
"Oh no." I said after a second, "Oh no. No. Sakyo, how would that help?"
"You can learn what his true intentions are." He said.
"What if he's really in love?" I asked.
"You can make your own choice about that." He said, calmly.
That hurt. Sakyo did not give a damn about who I chose to be with. Maybe my role as his little moneymaker was coming to an end. It seemed like he was "kindly" pushing me away. I didn't want to go...and for Koenma's sake I could not go. I wanted to tell Sakyo wouldn't do it but something was telling me to go ahead.
"How far are we from the repast?" I asked.
"We've been on the road for five minutes."
"Tell the driver to go back to the entrance." I said.
"Why?" Sakyo asked.
"Just do it...please." I smiled. Shortly were we on our way back.
"Do you have a stack on you?" I asked, referring to money. Sakyo gave me some yen, since I already had the credit cards.
When we arrived at the gate of the entrance, I had the car stop, even though I had a long walk to the building.
"Bye." I gave Sakyo a half hug. "You owe me."
"What are you about to do?" He asked.
"It looks better if I play the damsel in distress. I'll tell him you dumped me and kicked me out the car when I told you I was in love with him...or something."
"I'll be in touch." He said.
"Right." I reluctantly got out of the car, ready to be traded from one rich guy to another...
