I crossed my leather clad legs, and crossed my, also leather clad, arms. I
was hot, but I'd deal with it. I was wearing a leather body suite, my
signature spiked heeled black boots, my blonde wig, sunglasses, and I had
blood red lipstick on. Of course, I also had some weapons on me. My hands
were covered with black leather gloves. Musn't leave any fingerprints.
Eduardo was late again. I felt like sticking my foot up his ass. Maybe it's
the fact that the whole Kenshin thing made me grumpy, maybe it's just PMS,
or maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion. Either way, if he's late one
more time I'm switching informatants. Eduardo was wearing my patience thin.
"You're late." I growled at him.
"Lo Siento, Senorita." That same stupid ass line as always.
"Look Eduardo, I'm not in a very happy mood today, so I'm just going to say this bluntly. If you don't get you're ass here on time next time then I'm going to chop off your balls, and feed them to you, got it?" My face was calm, and dead serious. His eyes widened for a second, and then relaxed. Did he believe my threat? Who knows. Let's hope he did because I meant it.
"You really are having a bad day." He smiled, "Donde esta mi dinero, Senorita?" (Where is my money, miss?) Straight to the point. Maybe he did believe my threat. Good.
"Here." I slid an envelope to him. He picked it up quickly, glancing around the room, and placed it in his pocket. Then he sat there and looked at me. "Where's my file?" I asked when he didn't give me anything.
"Aqui." He said passing me a folder. I opened it and sped through the papers. They were my kills; not battosai's. I didn't think I'd find anything on him anyway. I pulled out a lone cigarette from where I kept it in my bra, for emergencies only. I barely smoked, as you could probably tell. I smoked to either look tough or to let out some aggravation. At the moment I wasn't doing it to look tough, or even aggravated. I was doing it because my hands itched to pick up my cell, call Soujiro, and yell "I told ya so!"
"You have not killed Big J yet." Edwardo commented. He was smiling. He probably enjoyed seeing me pull a cigarette out of my bra. Pervert.
"And?" Edwardo took out a lighter and lit my cigarette for me. What a gentleman.
"I am just surprised."
"Good for you." I said taking a long drag of my cigarette. "Why are you still here? You usually run off by now. You've got your money."
"I was just wondering why Big J is still alive? Was he too hard of a case?" He was amused. Bastard.
"No." I said glaring at him. He couldn't really tell anyway because of my sunglasses. My phone rang, and I wondered who the hell would be calling me?
"Roxie." The voice said.
"Big J? How did you get my number?" I asked startled. I should have seen this coming. I shouldn't have called him using my cell phone earlier. I should have been smart enough to use the pay phone, but still he shouldn't be able to get the number. My phone is not supposed to be able to be traced. If I was lucky he had only found out my number, and not my name. That was a doubt. Shit.
"I am afraid I am busy tonight, but I will call you when I am free. Good bye." He said, not only ignoring my question, but hanging up on me.
"I am saddened that you are willing to go out with Big J and not with me." Eduardo pouted. He looked odd pouting. I wanted to tell him to stop.
"You never asked." I said stamping out my barely smoked cigarette into an ashtray.
"May I accompany you to a club or perhaps a movie? Maybe even a nice restaurant?" Eduardo said leaning forward over the table. I smiled, leaning over till our face were an inch apart. "No." I said flatly.
"You steal my heart, and yet deny me a date? You are a cold woman." He said, yet he smiled all the same.
"I'm not dating Big J anyway. He has business to take care of tonight, and has declined to go out with me. So, it will be one more night he will live. Lucky man."
"Business? No Senorita, Big J is not working tonight, I assure you."
"How do you know?"
"He will be attending my yearly fiesta downtown. Tengo una discoteca, and he goes to my fiesta especial todos los anos." (He will be attending my yearly party downtown. I have a dance club, and he goes to my special party every year.)
"That ass lied to me." I took all my control not to throw something.
"If you would like I can let you into the party free of charge, pero you have to be my date for the night, Senorita. There is no other way in." He smiled.
"No." There's always another way in. The thing is that I didn't know which dance club he owned, and I was sure he wasn't going to up and tell me. Damn it. "Fine."
"Bueno. Meet me here at diez y medio and I'll take you." (10:30)
"Don't try anything tonight Eduardo. Try anything and it might cost you your life." I warned. He stood, smiling down at me, and moved to leave. However, he turned back to me and said, "Wear something...caliente." (hot). Then he left. I think I'm really beginning to hate him.
~~PREVIEW: His arms wrapped around my body tightly. I tried to move away a little, but he was too strong. I may be an assassin, but I'm not super woman. His hips rocked against mine, and I tried to loosen up so no one would get suspicious. We were dancing, and some how moving through the crowd. We were like that for a while, and I was beginning to really have fun. The thought that I was having fun was not exactly comforting because I had not come here to have fun, but.
"You're late." I growled at him.
"Lo Siento, Senorita." That same stupid ass line as always.
"Look Eduardo, I'm not in a very happy mood today, so I'm just going to say this bluntly. If you don't get you're ass here on time next time then I'm going to chop off your balls, and feed them to you, got it?" My face was calm, and dead serious. His eyes widened for a second, and then relaxed. Did he believe my threat? Who knows. Let's hope he did because I meant it.
"You really are having a bad day." He smiled, "Donde esta mi dinero, Senorita?" (Where is my money, miss?) Straight to the point. Maybe he did believe my threat. Good.
"Here." I slid an envelope to him. He picked it up quickly, glancing around the room, and placed it in his pocket. Then he sat there and looked at me. "Where's my file?" I asked when he didn't give me anything.
"Aqui." He said passing me a folder. I opened it and sped through the papers. They were my kills; not battosai's. I didn't think I'd find anything on him anyway. I pulled out a lone cigarette from where I kept it in my bra, for emergencies only. I barely smoked, as you could probably tell. I smoked to either look tough or to let out some aggravation. At the moment I wasn't doing it to look tough, or even aggravated. I was doing it because my hands itched to pick up my cell, call Soujiro, and yell "I told ya so!"
"You have not killed Big J yet." Edwardo commented. He was smiling. He probably enjoyed seeing me pull a cigarette out of my bra. Pervert.
"And?" Edwardo took out a lighter and lit my cigarette for me. What a gentleman.
"I am just surprised."
"Good for you." I said taking a long drag of my cigarette. "Why are you still here? You usually run off by now. You've got your money."
"I was just wondering why Big J is still alive? Was he too hard of a case?" He was amused. Bastard.
"No." I said glaring at him. He couldn't really tell anyway because of my sunglasses. My phone rang, and I wondered who the hell would be calling me?
"Roxie." The voice said.
"Big J? How did you get my number?" I asked startled. I should have seen this coming. I shouldn't have called him using my cell phone earlier. I should have been smart enough to use the pay phone, but still he shouldn't be able to get the number. My phone is not supposed to be able to be traced. If I was lucky he had only found out my number, and not my name. That was a doubt. Shit.
"I am afraid I am busy tonight, but I will call you when I am free. Good bye." He said, not only ignoring my question, but hanging up on me.
"I am saddened that you are willing to go out with Big J and not with me." Eduardo pouted. He looked odd pouting. I wanted to tell him to stop.
"You never asked." I said stamping out my barely smoked cigarette into an ashtray.
"May I accompany you to a club or perhaps a movie? Maybe even a nice restaurant?" Eduardo said leaning forward over the table. I smiled, leaning over till our face were an inch apart. "No." I said flatly.
"You steal my heart, and yet deny me a date? You are a cold woman." He said, yet he smiled all the same.
"I'm not dating Big J anyway. He has business to take care of tonight, and has declined to go out with me. So, it will be one more night he will live. Lucky man."
"Business? No Senorita, Big J is not working tonight, I assure you."
"How do you know?"
"He will be attending my yearly fiesta downtown. Tengo una discoteca, and he goes to my fiesta especial todos los anos." (He will be attending my yearly party downtown. I have a dance club, and he goes to my special party every year.)
"That ass lied to me." I took all my control not to throw something.
"If you would like I can let you into the party free of charge, pero you have to be my date for the night, Senorita. There is no other way in." He smiled.
"No." There's always another way in. The thing is that I didn't know which dance club he owned, and I was sure he wasn't going to up and tell me. Damn it. "Fine."
"Bueno. Meet me here at diez y medio and I'll take you." (10:30)
"Don't try anything tonight Eduardo. Try anything and it might cost you your life." I warned. He stood, smiling down at me, and moved to leave. However, he turned back to me and said, "Wear something...caliente." (hot). Then he left. I think I'm really beginning to hate him.
~~PREVIEW: His arms wrapped around my body tightly. I tried to move away a little, but he was too strong. I may be an assassin, but I'm not super woman. His hips rocked against mine, and I tried to loosen up so no one would get suspicious. We were dancing, and some how moving through the crowd. We were like that for a while, and I was beginning to really have fun. The thought that I was having fun was not exactly comforting because I had not come here to have fun, but.