Disclaimer: Thousands of people probably wish on every well they see (ones without Sadako crawling outta them, of course) just to own RK…

But me? I only get stuck with the ones with HER climbing out of them rusty wells, so… *sigh* you get the idea! I-do-not-own-them!

Chapter Two: Down and Dirty

            In every party, there are bastards. In this case, we have Sanosuke and Chou. And proud bastards they are, drinking gin and rum; gin and whiskey. Or Coke and rum, in the hopes of looking as cool as the guys in the Ignition Remix.

But they need not try. They were already beyond cool.

They were hot, too, especially to all the other women in the room.

So you guessed right. It's a dirty party.

            A party where the women exposed the roundness of their breasts and settle themselves on their men's laps, a party where the men's hands traveled down and up a woman's body, both of them concealed in a room.

But of course, those with more dignified personalities know better.

            So now of course you know why Sano, even though he is surrounded by women, keeps his eyes on their legs but his mouth to his glass and hands to his gambling cards, mind focused (or more or less focused, because he did spare a second or two for flirting) on beating Chou, who, of course, is the one who has his eyes and one of his arms around a girl while gambling.

Aoshi and Misao watch the event from a farther corner, talking quietly, or rather, as quietly as Misao can, clinging tightly to her tall and handsome 'Aoshi-sama.'

Saitou lurks around, fashionably ignoring the women 'accidentally' bumping into him, rubbing a thigh or two to his agile body.

For hell's sake, he had a wife to come home to.

            Okina, as you all well know, is now trying to get the women to come to him, and not to the Wolf.

And so he fails miserably.

            Ah, but there are two people missing. They are not in the room where the party is, where the lights are dim shades of golden yellow and pinkish red, where the atmosphere is warm and enticing and the music loudly plays; muffling the sound of a cello coming from the other side of the wall.

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She opened her eyes as she finished the piece.

            And so did he, applauding softly with a mocking look on his face; though she knew well how much it was a façade. She knew he had liked it.

            She rose from her chair and settled the cello properly against the wall and turned to face him, smiling. "You liked it, ne, Battousai?" He smirked, sitting on the edge of a bed, "Ah. Let us just say it is much better than listening to Britney Spears over and over again on one of those American radio stations…"

            He watched her move gracefully to sit beside him and added, "Koishii." She rolled her eyes, knowing he was teasing, but enjoying it. "Mou, I know you liked it, silly."  When he didn't reply, she pouted, and started to twist a lock of his hair around her finger. "Battousai…"

She whined in a whisper, knowing how he reacted when she did that.

            In a blink of an eye she was half sprawled on the bed, his body on top of her, his amber orbs boring into hers. He growled, watching her smile with satisfaction, while he nuzzled her cheek gently.

            She sighed, contented, closing her eyes. "I missed you, anata…" She wrapped her arms around him and brushed her lips against his chin. "I know." His voice was both cold and extremely hot, his breath on her face. But as quickly as he had held her he pulled away, just when she had started to rub his nape encouragingly.

           He looked at her with yellowish violet eyes. "Later, Kaoru; later." He promised solemnly, kissing her forehead softly before standing up. She nodded. "Have fun," she told him, squeezing his hand.

            His smirk came back as he kissed her fingers. "No, Kaoru, the fun starts later; with just the two of us."

A/N: Okay, yeah, of course the plot isn't laid out yet. Gotta wait, you know. But I hope you guys liked it.

And my heartfelt thanks to those who reviewed and advanced thanks to those who will.

Kalasin