Chapter 9: Another Risk on the List (Hayabusa)

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After Kasumi pushed him away again, Hayabusa went to take a shower and get dressed before he had to leave for his night job. He doesn't want to go although his boss, Sarah, has been getting on his case about his absence and his somewhat personal bodyguard, Zack, might lose his mind if Hayabusa didn't show up once in a while. He's frustrated because Kasumi left with a reason that he really didn't understand – or cared about if he was being honest with himself. He has no idea why she kissed him before claiming that she needed to talk to her fiancé, but it might have been for the best that she left before they did more than kiss each other. She doesn't know what she wants, he told himself while he put on a black shirt. He shook his head and put his shoulder length hair into a ponytail then put his aviators on before leaving his bedroom. Hayabusa always keeps a pair of aviators with him whenever he leaves his home – he likes to avoid making eye contact with strangers since they often tried to force him to maintain the eye contact whenever it accidentally happened.

He was drinking some coffee in his kitchen when the sound of thunder reached his ears. He turned to face the wall behind him and looked at the clock, which said that it was almost nine. I guess it's time for me to leave, Hayabusa thought while he put his phone in his pocket. He picked up an umbrella before he opened the door and left his house. While he was walking to his car, Hayabusa saw a figure standing next to it. He was curious about who the person standing in the rain could be although it changed to surprise when he noticed the strawberry blonde hair.

"Kasumi? What are you doing here?"

She quickly turned around and stared at Hayabusa, making him wonder if she was aware of the rain. He didn't have much time to think about it since she suddenly wrapped her arms around him and placed her head on his chest, forcing him to let go of the umbrella. Hayabusa worriedly called her name again before he decided to help her into his house. They both were wet due to the rain and Hayabusa wanted to change clothes although it seemed like Kasumi didn't want to let go of him yet. He placed his hands on her shoulders and asked, "Is something wrong, Kasumi?"

"Hayabusa," she called before laughing. She lifted her head and placed a brief kiss on his lips before she continued. "I've missed you so much. You just don't understand."

Hayabusa didn't say or do anything while Kasumi started kissing along his jawline. She's been drinking, he guessed after he smelled the alcohol on her breath. That was the only idea that explained why she's acting different from how she was earlier. He removed her hands from his shoulders and spoke, "How many drinks did you have tonight?"

"Enough to celebrate the fact that I'm not engaged anymore," she happily answered. Hayabusa watched as she lifted her hand, took off the engagement ring, and threw it somewhere. He heard the sound of it hitting a wall, but he was busy trying to figure out if she was serious or the alcohol was making her say that. Kasumi was quiet for a second before she sneezed, so Hayabusa grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stairs.

"Let's find some warm clothes for you to put on. What the hell happened between you and your fiancé anyway?" He doesn't like Rig – that man is suspicious – but something must have happened for Kasumi to go drinking by herself and end up outside his house. It doesn't make sense, Hayabusa reasoned. He had a couple of ideas in mind, yet he couldn't focus on them since Kasumi kept pulling on his shirt.

"He is my ex-fiancé! It doesn't matter anyway, because I've been thinking about you more than anything else. Oh my God, you don't understand why you're always on my mind. I honestly don't know either, but your body along with your eyes and the way you stare at me just makes me wonder if I should prepare for the moment when my heart jumps out my chest. I couldn't handle it earlier, Hayabusa, so I had to kiss you in order to make sure that you're real. Trust me, you are," Kasumi revealed, stumbling over a few of her words.

"Umm...that was very poetic, Kasumi," Hayabusa admitted, opening the door to his bedroom. She kept talking a lot about random things and insulting Rig, but she didn't say anything about what led to her ending their engagement. He let go of her hand before giving her a towel and walking over to his closet. All of his shirts clung to his body perfectly, so he was sure that they would fit her nicely. He picked up a black sweatshirt and put it aside then grabbed another towel to dry his hair with. He quickly removed his shirt and put it with the rest of his dirty clothes before he returned to his closet.

"Don't you dare put another shirt on," Kasumi demanded from somewhere behind Hayabusa. Oh my God, he thought after he picked up the sweatshirt and turned around to face her. Kasumi was lying on his bed in her underwear and motioning for him to come closer – it was too amazing for his mind to process. He wouldn't deny how beautiful she looked while doing that, but he knew that he would be able to appreciate it more if she wasn't drunk. He took a deep breath then moved to stand near her. "Put this sweatshirt on."

"No, Hayabusa. I'm not putting that on unless I want to," she refused. Drunk women are so difficult, he silently complained. He tried to give her the shirt again, but she pushed it away and grabbed his wrist. Kasumi made him sit down before she leaned over and whispered, "It's okay, though. You can still join me in your bed if you want to."

"As good as that offer sounds, I don't want to accept it under these circumstances," he responded. He knew exactly what she was implying – the ideas that were floating around in his head weren't really helping him resist her advances are the moment. He always had a thing for women who knew what they wanted; too bad Kasumi was beginning to drive that part of him insane right now. Kasumi leaned in to kiss him before letting Hayabusa take control. They broke apart when they couldn't ignore the need for air anymore and at that moment Hayabusa decided to face the inevitable.

"I don't understand what's stopping you, Hayabusa. Let's have no regrets tonight," she countered, lightly dragging her fingers along his skin. It was obvious that she wasn't going to give up on trying to get what she wanted and that was starting to stress Hayabusa out a little bit. Momiji always told him that – regardless of what he was doing – he couldn't please everyone, but he hated disappointing people. Ever since his father told him how disappointed he was because Hayabusa didn't plan on taking over the company, Hayabusa didn't like letting anyone down.

Would this be going too far? Am I in too deep?

He already knew the answers before he kissed her again.

.(The next morning.).

The bedroom was illuminated by a small amount of sunlight that filtered in from the balcony doors. Different articles of clothing were on the floor, taken off by their owners and thrown aside to be forgotten. Both Kasumi and Hayabusa were peacefully asleep with their bodies close together and their legs intertwined beneath the crumpled sheets. Silence filled the room until it was broken by someone's phone, which was ringing and beginning to disturb Hayabusa's sleep. Whoever is calling doesn't want anything, he told himself while wrapping an arm around Kasumi's didn't open his eyes when the noise stopped, but he knew that there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. He hummed when she moved closer then opened his eyes to meet her amber ones.

"Good morning, Ryu," she whispered. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair before giving him a tentative smile. Despite not being used to women touching him without his permission, Hayabusa easily relaxed when she continued playing with his hair. Her hands were warm and he could feel one of them tracing the few scratches that she left on his back.

"Good morning. I like it when you say my first name," he declared. Kasumi moved to straddle his waist then leaned down to whisper his name in his ear. He chuckled and met her lips when she turned to kiss him then raised a hand to brush some of her messy hair to the side. The moment was ruined as soon as the phone starting ringing again, causing Hayabusa to frown and stare at Kasumi. "Your phone is down there ringing."

"I turned mine off last night," Kasumi claimed, shaking her head. Hayabusa closed his eyes and cursed while he reached around for his phone. He finally found it then – after preparing to curse the person out – answered the phone.

"Ryu! Good thing you answered your phone this time."

He immediately opened his eyes once he recognized who was on the phone. What the hell, he briefly thought. He had to pull himself together before responding to Hayate, because once Hayate noticed something unusual it was hard to get him to believe that nothing was wrong. "Hayate," he said. Surprise was clearly written on Kasumi's face and he had to ignore it while he continued. "I had called you a few times yesterday."

"I know, but I couldn't answer since I was in San Diego doing something for an investigation my boss had recently assigned me to. I need you to do me a couple of favors," Hayate stated, getting to the point.

"What do you need?"

"First, I need you to find Kasumi and tell her to call me as soon as possible. Ayane told me that she got a call from Rig about Kasumi calling the wedding off for some reason. Ayane and I tried to call her multiple times, but she didn't answer and Tina hasn't seen her since yesterday morning," Hayate explained, sounding distressed.

Hayabusa glanced at Kasumi, who hasn't moved since she heard who Hayabusa was talking to. He placed a hand on one of her hips and moved his thumb in small circles, hoping to calm her down. He returned his attention to the phone call a few seconds later. "Calm down, I'll tell her if I see her. What else did you need?"

"You're better at getting information from certain people than I am, Ryu. I need–"

"Hayate, you know I don't like being involved in your investigations," Hayabusa interrupted.

"I know, but I really need your help with this. Can you ask around and see if anyone know anything about a drug called 'Haze'? Forensics say that some of the bodies they examined had doses of it in their systems. We don't know if it purposefully kills people or if they accidentally overdosed. Either way, I think it's being sold on the streets, so I want to find the source as soon as possible."

"I guess I'll help you, Hayate. I'll call you if I hear anything important," Hayabusa replied. Hayate quickly thanked him before he ended the call. Hayabusa looked at Kasumi again, noticing that she was blankly staring at her hands. Hayabusa sat up and lifted a hand as if he was going to touch her; however, he thought better of it and dropped his hand. Her silence was making him nervous, so he called her name to get her attention.

"What if Hayate finds out about us?" she asked, voice full of concern. They both knew Hayate always went out of his way when it came down to protecting someone he cared about. Him finding out their secret was a possibility Hayabusa didn't even think about, so he took a moment to consider the outcomes. None of them were good and it seemed like there was nothing he could do if Hayate did find out.

"Don't worry, I'll deal with it," he answered. She nodded in understanding a minute later, but Hayabusa knew that something else was bothering her. They quietly sat across from each other on the bed for a while before Kasumi leaned forward to kiss him again. Without much thought, Hayabusa slightly turned his head and reasoned, "We shouldn't make this worse."

"Ryu –"

"I don't think you know what you want, Kasumi. This needs to stop before it becomes something that it shouldn't be," he quickly explained.

"I'm not engaged anymore," she claimed, placing a hand on his shoulder. Hayabusa shook his head then gently grabbed the hand and removed it. Don't get attached, he reminded himself.

"You're ex-fiancé hurt you somehow, which made you decide to end the engagement and go drinking," he began. "A taxi brought you to my house, then we had sex. Let's just admit that you wanted to have sex with me in order to take your mind off things. Besides, I'm sure that none of that would've happened if you weren't drunk."

"Are you saying that I wasn't serious about ending my engagement?" Kasumi asked, angry at the accusation. "I was serious about everything I said last night!"

"I really don't feel like arguing about this," Hayabusa declared, suddenly tired. "Say whatever you want, Kasumi. In the end, I still think that we should stop. I'm just the guy you come to when your man can't satisfy you."

He didn't see Kasumi shake her head although he felt when she stood up. "You don't know what my relationship with Rig was like, so don't talk as if you do," Kasumi warned. She finished getting dressed then glared at him. "I can't believe I slept with you."

Hayabusa laughed although Kasumi obviously didn't say anything funny. "I know, right? I was surprised since you always push me away when you're sober," he stated. He regretted that sentence as soon as he said it, and quickly tried to fix his mistake. "Wait, Kasumi."

She stopped in front of the door with a shaking hand on the doorknob. He stood up then approached her before pulling her into a hug. Hayabusa wasn't used to doing things like this, but sometimes he secretly craved physical contact that wasn't sex or didn't lead to it and – from the looks of it – Kasumi needed the same thing, too. So he stood there in his boxers with his arms wrapped around Kasumi while she closed her eyes and returned the hug. There was nothing between them, yet the hug told Hayabusa everything he needed to know about how she felt right now. He knew that he had to fix the way he hurt her, because he shouldn't add to the pain she already felt.

"I wasn't saying that you weren't serious about what you said," Hayabusa mumbled, voice slightly muffled by her hair. "I still stand by what I said before this argument started and I hope you understand why. Your ex-fiancé is a bitch for whatever he did to you; I don't think he deserves a woman like you anyway. That might not mean much since we barely know each other, but maybe we do know each other enough for me to be able to say it. Let's just go our separate ways before everything goes to hell. You can keep my black sweatshirt if you want to."

Kasumi nodded in agreement then – a few seconds later – they both let go and stepped away from each other. Neither person said anything while Kasumi grabbed her phone and wet shirt then left. Hayabusa sighed and started cleaning up his room. After a few minutes of pondering what already happened, Hayabusa realized that his decision actually was for the best.

I'm just a temporary solution for a broken heart in the end.

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I decided to try something new, now I think this is my best chapter so far! Honestly, this wasn't a part of the plan, and I would love to see what you all thought of it. Thanks for reading! Reviews would be nice.