Boxers' Café.

Chapter 4.

"Are you crazy?!" Misao shouted at the top of her lungs, throwing her arms in all sorts of directions. The crew surrounding Misao had anticipated her reaction and plugged their ears in prevention of hearing loss as she began her round of foul words that need not be named. Yumi, Sanosuke, Megumi, Okon, Omasu, Kuro, Shiro, Soujiro, and Tokio gathered around Misao and Aoshi, leaning on cleanly wiped tables and stools as they watched the pair. The café had just closed ten minutes ago.

"I'm serious, Misao. Don't screw this mission up, I'm counting on you," Aoshi calmly restated. Misao finally contained herself, but still had a crazy look that said 'I'll kill you.'

"Why me?" she whined, "He's an arrogant, walking—"

"Millionaire," Aoshi finished for her. Misao's eyes practically bulged out of her sockets as her mouth gaped open.

"M-millionaire?" she sputtered, once again shocked.

"Or at least close estimation would round up his savings to be in the millions. Enishi is a businessman at heart. He's one of the associate CEOs of the largest company manufacturing programs for Internet media made for PC computers as well as Macintosh. Information about him is still uncertain, since he seems to be taking his obscurity to an advantage. But the main point is, Enishi isn't so bad that you can't handle him," Aoshi stated, staring her down to make sure just how important this assignment was. Silence engulfed her as she assessed the situation.

"Since Misao is reluctant to claim her assignment, why don't I replace her?" Megumi suggested seductively, "After all, he's quite the handsome boy and millionaires shouldn't be wasted." At this comment, Sanosuke gave a hurt puppy look towards Megumi as she teasingly grinned.

"No, Misao'll do it. We need you here, Megumi, especially Sanosuke," Aoshi snickered before heading towards the door that led to his office downstairs, "Come with me, Misao. I'll debrief you on Enishi for a few minutes before you leave." Heading towards his office, Misao couldn't help but think how could a man like Enishi accumulate so much wealth and not show it? She had always imagined a rich man wearing five gold necklaces with a gold front tooth, or maybe she was confusing a wealthy man with a pimp, she couldn't tell the difference at the moment. Being a waitress was taking its toll on her thinking capabilities. Before she knew it, she found herself sitting on one of Aoshi's leather chairs next to a duffel bag.

"Okon and Omasu took the liberty of packing necessary items for you that you'll need. If you need anything other than what's in the duffel bag, just ask Enishi, I'm sure he has more than enough money to share with you. I've gone to school with Enishi since we were in first grade, so I know a lot of things about him that I think you should know as well. Enishi is hot-tempered and he doesn't have much patience, so don't expect him to be lenient on your foul words. He's not a widely known millionaire and he has a separate business name that he goes under. He's known as Kenta Yamamoto. People won't know his face as a millionaire, so don't mention to him that you even know of his wealth or his name," Aoshi informed as Misao nodded her head, "Make sure he trains, though I'm sure what I have for him will be his own incentive in doing so. The main objective is to report everything that you see to me. I want to know everything about him, his cleanliness, what he eats, drinks, listens to, his love-life…everything. Report to me once a month unless there's an emergency. Don't come back here with Enishi anywhere near you and if you can prevent it, don't have him come in this neighborhood at all. That won't be much hard work, since he avoids this place like the plague. Find a job near to where he is employed, so you can keep on a lookout. Understand?"

"Yeah…" Misao grumbled.

"Good. Now you've got approximately 10 minutes to run to his home," Aoshi notified, glancing at the clock as he gave her directions to Enishi's home, "Oh yeah, jump the buildings. No taxis. I suggest you change out of her waitress attire." The fact that she was dead tired and was going to hop from building to building to that disagreeable man's home, carrying a duffel bag made her scowl at Aoshi as he playfully grinned in return. It was one of those smiles she witnessed when he was exceedingly content with something, not technically with her, however.

Before she turned around, she glared at him, suggesting for him to turn away. Aoshi glanced away as she began chucking off her apron, blouse, and skirt to adorn herself with a casual shirt and shorts. Aoshi smiled to himself, she still acted like he hadn't seen any of it before. Sneaking a peek, he caught a glimpse of her bare back. He adverted his eyes back to the painting on his wall before she caught him, musing over the days of when all he did was rub her exposed back. The door was silently shut before he could intake his last memory of her. She was definitely mad not to say goodbye, but his goal was his first priority, and she wasn't an exception.

Appearing out of nowhere, Omasu cleared her throat, "Your tea Aoshi. Are you sure Misao'll be okay?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you going to be jealous now that Enishi's going to be having her for six months?" she teased, "I can tell, you still have some feelings…"

"It's over and there is nothing more but business to take care of," Aoshi replied stoically before sipping his evening tea, reverting back to his usual cold demeanor. Omasu frowned at what he had said, but nonetheless didn't try to pry anymore from him that night as she left him in his study alone to examine his daily decisions of costs and benefits since Yumi hated handling finances of the café. Aoshi gave a wistful smile to himself as he could still remember the lingering scent she always left on his bed and for the second time of his life, he began contemplating how much he would miss her now that she's even further away from him.

"Damn him! Why does he have to live so freakishly far away from society?!" Misao half yelled to herself as she rang the doorbell next to the metal-like door. It was freezing cold and her back was killing her, but his estate seemed endless as her eyes wandered off to the fountains spurting out water with various colored flowers that neatly grew in bushels on the sidewalk. She had to admit, it was like walking into the secret garden that was ostentatious, yet untouched by society. Breaking out of her reverie, Misao began ringing the door with a little bit more of a viciousness than she had intended before noticing the fact that the door had swung open with a half-clad and not to mention a very wet Enishi in front of her. Misao's mouth went into a perfect 'o' as she stared at his perfect abs and how a droplet of water dripped down from his hair ran down his chest. Enishi was saying something, but she didn't hear, since she was too focused on the gleam of light that outlined his magnificent figure.

"-are you coming in or what?" Enishi almost rampaged as he glared at her. Misao shook her head and out of her trance, he was just a man who just showered and came out in sweatpants she mentally berated.

'Stop it!' Misao yelled mentally at herself.

"What did you say again?" she asked.

"Are you coming in or what," he restated to her in syllables. He knew it. She hadn't listen to one word when he told her not to ring the doorbell like a madwoman.

"Okay! I'm not deaf you know!" She bit back, stomping into his home.

"Could've fooled me," Enishi left off before closing the front door as Misao made a face of pure rage, but counted from ten to one, cooling herself down, before turning around to give him a glare. Oh how she wanted to smack him with her duffel bag. He returned her glare with a bored look as he walked into the kitchen, the towel still slung over his broad shoulders. Misao took a minute to absorb her new home where everything seemed to fit into its place.

"This is the kitchen, over there is the entertainment room," Enishi pointed across the room while he prepared a shot of vodka for himself, "want a drink?" Misao gave him an odd glance as she dropped her duffel bag on the ground. Enishi took it as a no, and gulped his glass down.

"It's a weekday and you're drinking? Don't you have work tomorrow?" Misao scolded, momentarily forgetting her anger towards him. Enishi chuckled as he threw the glass into the sink.

"I'm only at work for three hours maximum. I work at home most of the time. So it doesn't matter, does it?" Enishi muttered, "It helps me sleep."

"Oh." Misao had always fallen asleep before flopping to bed because of her duties. She had to admit, she was a little envious of the fact that Enishi hardly did any labor.

"You look tired. Have you eaten?" Enishi softly asked as if he was afraid of breaking her with his voice and just on cue, her stomach made a loud growl, "I take that as a yes." Misao blushed out of embarrassment.

'Damn stomach!' she thought, but sighed in defeat. Pulling out a stool from the other side of the kitchen counter, she slumped onto the table. Silence engulfed them as he prepared a ham sandwich, his back facing her. Having nothing else to look at, she ogled his back, following every ripple of muscle as he moved around.

'He's got a nice ass, too,' Misao grinned before mentally slapping herself for checking him out, 'I must be feeling desperate.' Too inflicted in her thoughts, she didn't notice the plate in front of her face.

"Hello? Helloooooo…" Enishi waved his hand in front of Misao's trance-like face. Misao blinked once, twice, and screamed, falling off the stool with a thump on his cold tile floor. Rubbing her head, Misao couldn't believe she was such a klutz. Brushing the invisible dust off of her behind, Misao humphed and sat back down on the stool, avoiding eye contact with Enishi.

"Is this Klutz Day, or is it just you?" Enishi smirked, leaning next to the table.

"It's hard not to scream when there's a hideous face so close to mine," Misao replied; her eyes saw red as she angrily chomped down on her sandwich. He needed a good kick in the butt if that was the last thing she was going to do…even if he did have a nice ass. Enishi raised his left eyebrow to her comment, smirking to himself.

'Oh she's a foul mouth, that kitten,' Enishi internally sighed, letting her bypass his retort…for tonight, he was getting a headache from her constant shouting. Just watching Misao eat instantly made him very aware that this was going to be an extremely long six months with this specific roommate…

Author's Note:

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