Caught Unaware

Chapter 2

By:  Max*the bishie deliverer

Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

A/N:  Reformatted.

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Downtown Tokyo

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He walked the deserted streets alone, not with the world, but trapped in his own imagination.

Although, you can't trap the willing.

The image of his beloved burned brightly in his mind.

How he wished that she were near him.


He had many fantasies of her; they were blessed escapes from reality. His favorite fantasy was the one where she asked him to stay after class to ask him a question.


All of the lights were extinguished, all except for her desk lamp.


He stood in the back of the hall, looking down at her silky hair that cascaded over her pale shoulders. With feline stealth, he walked down the sloped aisle-way and stood in front of her desk, watching as she lovingly caressed, not just anyone's research paper, but his own, and the one that he sprayed his cologne on as a remembrance of him.


He could barely hear her murmur, but could see her lucid green eyes saying, "Take me now, I'm yours." Then he would lean over the desk and…


"Hey, idiot! Watch where you're going!" A teenage boy shouted.

The teenage boy knocked him to the ground in an inevitable collision.


Quickly he jumped back to his feet and concealed the contents of his shopping bag with a shove of his hand.


"Same to you, idiot." he growled back.


He crossed the street, not caring about the cars, just the fact that he needed to go back to his apartment.


Shuu watched as the stranger, who looked extremely familiar and strange for lack of a better term, dodged a car, nearly hit by another, and eventually alighting onto the opposite sidewalk in one piece.


Casting a confused glance at his companion Jun, who was just as confused as Shuu was and snickering, addressed the younger boy.


"Did you see that yahoo, Jun?" He always referred to Jun as a little brother; Nasté had practically adopted the eleven-year-old kendo practitioner.


Today, he had been out to help repair the boy's skateboard, when he unexpectedly hit the concrete.


"Yeah, wasn't he one of Nasté's students?" The boy's nose crinkled up in contemplation, and his brown-eyes were unfocused.


Shuu's face lit up in recognition as he could recall that student's mental picture, but he did not say anything.


Tugging on Jun's hand, he spoke with finality, "Let's go, it's getting late."


"Shuu," Jun started to whine but was silenced by the look on the caretaker's face.


The bearer of the Kongo yoroi made his way to the parking garage.

 It was time to go home.


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Well-muscled hands lifted the delicate gown out of the shopping bag and held it up between him and the ceiling's light.


Soft light made the translucent chiffon glow like the moon on a clear night. The top half was a forgiving white lace that would religiously hug his beloved's curvaceous figure. He could imagine the gentle slope of her hips, accentuated by the material, standing in the doorway, waiting for him to come to her.


"Nasuti Yaguy, soon my love, soon." Laying down the gown on the bed, he walked over to his closet and pulled out a silk-lined box.

Yes, this is perfect.


Running his hand down the silk, he could envision the feel of her soft, ivory skin under his exploring hands. Setting the box down, he gently, lovingly folded the gown into its new package. Closing the box, he wrote a letter stating his love for her and how soon that her knight-in-shining armor would rescue her from the trials of life. He tied the box with a gift-shop bow and set it by the door.


He would take it to class before everyone arrived tomorrow morning.


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Touma watched from the doorway as Seiji worked his latent charm on the now-quiet Nasuti. He knew that the young blond-haired man was empathic, which would account for the unnoticed tears running down the gently darkened face.


Catching the Korin's lavender eye, the bearer of the Tenku yoroi sent him a mental query. How is she?


Scared.


Ryo said that the caller must have been either high or drunk.


Seiji's face contorted in disgust as he noticed that Nasuti had made her way out his embrace and escaped the room, heading outside. The two troopers watched in disappointment as the other two filed into the living room. Ryo's face was expectant was he spoke quickly.


"Did she say anything?"


Touma shook his head. He knew that the older woman had a undesired habit of shutting up when she needed help the most. It went all the way back to Arago's invasion. Nasuti Yaguy was the epitome of stubbornness, but was not an ass, like Shuu.

I wonder if it's that time of the month.


Shin smiled and thought quickly, She'd kill you if she knew that you said that, anyways, you're wrong.


Touma shrugged and watched as the amused silence was broken by the rumble of an automobile engine from outside. With four of the five troopers sighing, Shin jokingly started to count down to the inevitable outburst, "Five, four-"


Ryo joined him as they continued, "Three, two, one," he said but the pair was interrupted by the other two, now all speaking in unison. "Now."


"FOOD!" Shuu's yell could be heard, possibly on the other side of town.


Shin turned to the others, who were looking out the window and commenting on the orange and brown blurs rushing inside. "I hope that Nasuti doesn't feel like cooking."


Shuu and Jun walked in just as the brunette finished saying that and just as quickly, their faces fell. "No food?" Shuu questioned slowly.


Ryo shook his head and noted the mahogany-haired woman standing in the doorway. Walking over, he noticed a smile on her face. "None that Nasuti will be cooking."


"Aw, man." Shuu sighed and collapsed on the couch.


Nasuti watched as the five young men joked around, not noticing that she stood there, that is until Ryo came over and gave her a charming smile. "Ryo." She acknowledged with a nod. When she disappeared, she had made a few phone calls, one to the police, one to the phone company and another to the Dean of Romance and Literature. Her classes would be affected severely by her added stress and she knew it. "What's Shuu complaining about?"


The bearer of the Rekka yoroi sidled alongside of her and picked up the phone, using his other hand to set on her shoulder, comfortingly. "He's just mad because the rest of us aren't letting you cook."


"To be honest with you, I didn't want to cook. I'm heading for bed, goodnight, Ryo." With her reply she turned heel and headed upstairs. She needed to think, and her bedroom was the only place that she could do it without distraction, all six of them.

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TBC…