Intruder
[May contain adult situations. Rated R. Alternative-fiction.]
Pulling up his pants, Kurei angrily stormed out of the bedroom half-naked, unsurprised by the outcome. She was still in love with the fool. He knew he had her where he had intentionally wanted her. He had her body and mind, but not her love. He was frustrated beyond words, however as the months went by, he fell in love with her nature. He was always kind to her and he gave her everything her heart desired, so why wasn't she satisfied? Wouldn't any woman give up anything to be in that kind of position? Weaving his hand through his untamed hair, Kurei went to the other guestrooms.
"Fuck you, Mikagami."
"You shouldn't blame Mikagami-san what Fuuko-sama feels," Raiha interjected, suddenly appearing out of thin air.
"You certainly find the best of times to come, Raiha," Kurei snapped sarcastically.
"Sorry Kurei-sama, but I'm here for a different agenda."
"What is it?" Kurei questioned, throwing a simple white shirt over himself.
"Our cargo of 'products' have been interjected by some unknown thief," Raiha informed, standing still, his eyes cold. Kurei impassively looked at Raiha.
"Why the report? You can easily eliminate a simple thief without anyone noticing," Kurei claimed, pouring some vodka into a shot glass.
"It seems like this person owns an ensui." Kurei sputtered out the vodka, glaring at Raiha.
"What?"
"The thief owns an ensui," Raiha repeated, staring straight ahead.
"Mikagami…" Kurei spat with spite for the name.
"One of the men saw him. However, this thief has short hair unlike Tokiya's hair he was so proud of."
"Cropped hair?" Raiha nodded.
"Then again, it could be Mikagami-san since there are things called sissors."
"He's disappeared off my chart for almost a year and a half now," Kurei proclaimed.
"However Fuuko-sama does not know?"
"Of course not. If she did, she'd go run off to look for that fool. Even if she didn't know where he was, she'd leave to search. She knows I can carry out my threat on her friend, Yanagi if not Mikagami," Kurei reasoned, "the only way's he's gotten away from me is in America. Most likely."
"True. After all, you rarely go to that country."
"But I have my connections there. I could find him if I wanted to." Standing outside of the door, Fuuko heard their conversation, wearing only her robe. She had come to apologize to Kurei in case he went into some rampage and tried killing her family and friends. It didn't seem like he would, but you could never underestimate Kurei. Even if he didn't have Tokiya in his hands, Yanagi, Kaoru, and Ganko were another case. And then there was Recca…however her thoughts were interrupted.
"You can come in now, Fuuko-sama." Fuuko almost had him. Almost. Opening the intricately carved wooden door, Raiha revealed a guilty-looking Fuuko. Folding her hands together, she bowed deeply towards Kurei.
"I'm very sorry for my disobedience…Kurei-sama…" Kurei didn't respond. He just merely glanced in her direction before having the door shut in her face. Fuuko pouted behind the door. If Kurei had been any other male figure, she would've blown that door down and whoop his ass. Apparently not. She growled and walked back towards her room.
"Damn that mother fucking little bitchass…" More foul words popped in her mind as she plopped onto her bed, flipping on her TV. If only everyone moved to America, then she'd be totally happy, leaving him. Kurei was nice at times, but she knew the true him. The one who would kill an innocent child for doing nothing and wouldn't think twice. Fuuko's Fuujin had been destroyed six months back from Raiha's Raijin. She felt like she was being destroyed as the Raijin thunder cracked her Fuujin into mere dust. She saw that he was deeply regretful, but she did agree to that ultimate battle. She flicked off the TV having no interest in watching anything. It was already late in the night, twelve am to be exact. Knowing that Tokiya was somewhere near her again for some reason made her happy. He was so close yet so far away. If Kurei ever caught Tokiya now…then he would…he would kill him…with no doubt. She didn't know about Raiha. Perhaps a warning? Or would Raiha just slaughter Tokiya right then and there? However, Tokiya wasn't harmless…so would they have a duel? She didn't know what to think; it's been two years. Only one thought crossed her mind as she fell asleep.
"I'll follow Kurei…and he'll bring me Tokiya…"
**morning/next day**
Fuuko wearily woke up before seeing a smiling chibi face of Raiha in front of her.
She screamed in surprise throwing a pillow at him.
"I didn't know you were the screaming type, Fuuko-sama," Raiha chuckled, catching the pillow with ease.
"Well! If you hadn't surprised me *THIS* early in the morning, then I *WOULDN'T* have screamed!" Raiha looked a bit confused.
"But it's twelve in the afternoon?" Fuuko growled and threw all the pillows she could find at him. He grinned before grabbing every pillow in the air and throwing it at her, hitting the target, while Fuuko missed every time.
"Why are you here anyways?" Fuuko snapped glaring at Raiha whose hair was as perfect as he walked in. Her hair was in knots because of all the pillows crashing down on her head every five seconds.
"Kurei will be leaving today at six pm," Raiha informed, returning to his serious look.
"And?" Fuuko questioned, "Is that all you have to say?"
"No. He wanted me to tell you that he'll be gone for another month, if all planning goes well," Raiha said. Fuuko crawled over on her queen-sized bed towards Raiha, sniffing until she was a mere inch away from his face.
"You smell good."
"Huh?" Raiha looked away.
"Like eggs and bacon!" Fuuko jumped out of bed and ran out the door towards the kitchen, "BREAKFAST!" At last, Raiha blushed before following her down the stairs.