Loyalty: Chapter 4
[Alternative Universe. Rated R: sex, drugs, violence, and language]
"Ah…Kurei-san! It's wonderful to finally to meet you," a bald man greeted, his glasses intact.
"Everything was supposed to be straight forward. No courtesies," Kurei replied boredly, lounging in a picnic chair, facing golf-course scenery with lemonade drinks on the glass table.
"How are the products?"
"Eradicated." The small framed-Chinese man's veins were shown.
"What?" he hissed quietly. Kurei remained calm.
"Someone in Beijing knows of our plans and he plans on destroying all the weaponry I bring into China. It's the third time already."
"The shipment was promised today!"
"One of your men perhaps, leaked?"
"Never."
"Don't count on ridiculous ideals of your men. Money is their God," Kurei countered, staring placidly at the bald man.
"Perhaps, if we strive together as a team, we can abolish this pest," a voice said. Out of nowhere, Raiha appeared by their side wearing a black suit to blend in with the environment.
"He's correct. Unless we find out who it is, who's sabotaging our plans, this agreement will end. Soon," Kurei added, standing up, fixing his suit.
"Do you suspect of anyone?" Mr. Shin questioned.
"Yes. We'll take care of it." With that Kurei walked away.
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Today was the day. Fuuko was clad in a dark black gown that had a cut that went up three inches higher than her knee. The low cut complimented her neck that was decorated by a necklace symbolizing a crystallized sword and two sapphire earrings. Her hair was carefully dyed navy blue with a help of a little bit of "add-ons" to make her hair look longer. The long elegant hair was tied into a French Twist. Slowly placing the gray-blue contacts on, she leaned on the bathroom countertop. Washing her hands, she reached out for some shiny blue lipstick. After depositing on some powder, eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow—she was a whole new identity. Smiling to herself, she slipped on her two hundred and fifty dollar shoes.
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"Be there at 9: 45 pm. Be on time," Kurei commanded.
"Are you sure this is right?"
"Yes," Kurei replied handing Raiha the sniper.
"But what if it isn't Mikagami-san?"
"Does it matter? I want him dead anyways. If he happens to be the 'problem', then we'll be killing two birds with one stone," Kurei answered, "I'll be attending." Raiha looked away.
"I know it was you, Tokiya. I saw you the first time," Raiha thought, fingering the sniper.
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The luxurious halls were decorated with elegant silver streamers and chandeliers. Tokiya sat at the front table. Playing with the wine in his glass, he swirled with it more in his fingertips. The "thank you" and the "congratulations" were all given. The announcements were done. The dancing began and the lights dimmed. Tokiya had no intention of dancing with anyone. Every now and then a woman would ask for a dance and he would politely of course decline. He sat back, slouching in the cushioning chair. There wasn't even a wrinkle on his tuxedo. He had chopped off his hair when he traveled to America, but somehow he still managed to pull off that mysterious look with his bangs and his intentional style of uneven hair on the bottom of his neck. It drove women crazy when he ran his hair through his brownish-silver hair. He had been with a number of women before. None of which totally completed him enough for him to propose marriage. They were just too conceited and of course, some—one night stands. Smiling at some ladies in the corner, he heard them giggle like teenagers as he sat there alone at the round table.
"Lonely boy…." Soft lips trailed from his neck to his earlobe, sucking it. The woman had a sensuous voice. Her small hands rubbed his back up and down as he sat there tensed.
Tokiya turned around, "Who are you—" She kissed him fully on the lips, running her hands up his hair, ruffling it. They had a tongue battle that lasted like what it seemed hours. Letting go of his lips, the blue-haired beauty smiled seductively at Tokiya. Sitting on his lap, Fuuko continued her light kisses on his neck, sucking here and there. He was aroused. She felt it underneath her. Her arms were around his neck as she licked his lips. He smelt her neck as he brushed his nose by—she smelled of May flowers. She smelled like Fuuko…..
"Unh…Tokiya…" His eyes jolted open. FUUKO?! He stood up, making her stumble onto him. He grabbed her shoulders and made her stare into his eyes. Shocked wide eyes met ice blue. Turning her around, he unzipped her dress partially enough to see the kanji for wind on her lower left shoulder blade. Fuuko protested with a hiss.
"What are you doing?" She turned back around.
"The question is…what the hell are you doing at my banquet, Kirisawa?" Fuuko internally gulped.
"Shit…what do I do now?" Fuuko thought, before a rain of bullets flew their way.