He didn't like her very much. If at all.
Tatamisu Kijou pursed her lips in displeasure, an action which did not favor her features by any means. That simply wouldn't do. He had to like her – she was rich and beautiful, and he was just some lowly artist's apprentice. A very handsome lowly artist's apprentice, or she wouldn't have given him a first glance, much less a second one, but still. Facts were facts, and the facts said that he should have been falling over himself to please her. After all, she was, if not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, then at least the richest.
Instead, he had patronized her, treated her like a little girl – and not a very bright little girl, either. She seethed at the very memory. But ...
He was so very handsome, with those eyes of his, and that fine black hair, and those fine-boned, artist's hands …
She wanted him. He was new, and different, and challenging.
And no one had ever accused Tatamisu Kijou of turning down a good challenge.
She smirked, and the expression looked no better on her than the frown had. If anything, the effect was worse. But there were no mirrors around, so she didn't care.
She wanted Tsukioka Katsuhiro, and she would get him.
By whatever means necessary.
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Machiavellian, anyone? Juuuuust a tad. Second update for today … tonight … and I'm not going to get in a third. And I'm sorry to say, you guy's'll be lucky to get two again tomorrow, seeing as how I have an overnight party in the afternoon/evening/next morning and chores in the morning …
Oh, just smash my head in with a brick and spare me the agony, why don't'cha? I can supply the bricks! Okay, that's a lie.