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Boxers' Café.

Chapter 5.

Waking up to the unmerciful alarm clock, Misao groaned, throwing one of her many pillows at the atrocity of mankind. Still buzzing, Misao finally sat up and slammed her hand onto the 'off' button of the clock, cursing at it with a vengeance. Flopping back onto the bed, she began recalling what had made her so grumpy this morning.

'Damn Enishi…it's all his fault,' Misao thought, feeling a little queasy in her stomach. Throwing off the sheets and comforter, she sped towards her bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet.

"Stupid drinking bastard—" Misao hurled into the toilet. Ah, the sweet aroma of vomit. Misao had somehow challenged Enishi into a drinking game due to his constant taunts the night before. However to Misao's dismay, Enishi had won, and she had fainted from too much alcohol retardation. Enishi had not seemed drunk before she passed out. He looked just as sober as he did he had opened the door for her. Misao internally growled at her defeat. Having finally her stomach calm down from its vortex, Misao climbed into the shower. There were perfume-like smelling shampoos, soaps, brushes, sponges, and other things she had no idea of—if they were for usage or decoration that was.

'This man has way too much time to have all of this crap,' Misao deliberated, glancing at all of the bottles of smelly stuff that she had not yet categorized. Finishing up her shower, Misao rummaged in her duffel bag for something to wear. Throwing on a pair of shorts and tank top, Misao French braiding her hair afterwards. She smiled at her handiwork, before applying some light make-up. She was going to look for a job in the area today and there wasn't going to be any way where she was going to fail in this mission. Running down the wood-topped stairs, the sunlight nearly blinded her eyes from all of the curtains drawn from the numerous windows adorning the walls of Enishi's very white home. Walking into the kitchen, Misao caught a glimpse of Enishi sitting at the dining table, sipping some orange juice…reading a newspaper?

"Hey, shouldn't you go to work now? It's like ten already," she asked, plucking a toast from the center of the table to munch on.

He flipped a page before answering, "I leave at ten thirty. Oh, and here's your keys." He shoved the keys to Misao's end of the table.

"Keys to?"

"The house obviously and your Honda Civic Coupe."

"You're giving me a car?" Misao almost shouted in glee, she hadn't driven a car for months since her work used to be right across the street from where she used to live.

"To borrow. The garage is on the left end of the house next to the family room. I presume you've acquired a driver's license with an adequate skill to drive?" Enishi smirked, folding his newspaper and throwing it to the side.

"For your information, yes! I'm a perfectly skilled driver!" Misao yelled sputtering breadcrumbs onto the glass table. Enishi cocked his eyebrow, before getting up and stretching. Misao looked at his sharp appearance with his white suite and black button up shirt that was unbutton in the first two holes. He looked gorgeous.

"Since you lost last night, you get to make dinner tonight," Enishi smiled his one million dollar smile before placing his Ralph Lauren glasses, leaving the house. He just had to rub it in her face. Misao scowled, remembering her stupid bet, making a definite note not to bet things or services while drunk. She sat there looking out of the window as he drove his BMW out of sight.

"Argh!" Misao grumbled, she was going to be his maid for the month for losing. Gathering the dishes, she washed them until they were squeaky-clean. Remembering what her mission was, Misao randomly explored the house, looking for Enishi's office, which was downstairs in the corner. She found that the door was locked and that the lock required an id card. Misao mumbled something incoherent before turning around to search for other clues around the house. If she had brought her equipment she would've been able to unlock that absurd lock before Enishi even got back. Due to Aoshi's desire to have Misao carry nothing suspicious, she was left with nothing to work with…other than a tape recorder to note her findings. Enishi's home was quite advanced in security when she had examined it yesterday before getting drunk. Walking towards the living room, she spied a lonely picture frame facing downwards on the top of the fireplace's shelf. Curiosity getting the better of her, Misao plucked the frame to see a picture of a woman and Enishi? She took that back, a much younger Enishi. He must've looked like he was in high school? Misao analyzed the picture, more specifically staring at the woman next to him.

"I wonder if Aoshi knows about this," Misao pondered aloud, outlining the face of the black-haired woman. She was beautiful and Misao felt a tinge of jealousy before laying the frame left face down. Plunging onto the soft cushiony couch, Misao began to wonder if Enishi had been with any woman before, but of course he did, after all, he was thirty years old. Judging from his looks, Misao began conjuring up a picture of twenty girls groveling at Enishi's feet at work. Misao shook her head. What was she thinking? He's the objective for the mission, not the object for her love life! Misao scrunched up her nose, like she'd go out with that annoying jerk. Something caught her eye, was it a box beneath the coffee table? Getting on her hands and knees, she plucked the box out of its hiding spot and opened the lid only to find a picture of Enishi kissing another woman! Flipping the picture around, Misao studied the words on the back, which was definitely in a female handprint. It told the date, the number of the anniversary, and their names?

"Kurenai and Enishi," Misao read as she picked up another photo. That picture was a picture of Kurenai sitting on a bench by a fountain. Misao laid the picture down to scrutinize the woman in the picture, sizing her up. Misao was a bit disappointed to find nothing wrong with the woman. With her eyes slowly going down the picture, Misao's hands instinctively went to her own breasts, she definitely didn't have a big cup like that 'Kurenai's.' She without doubt looked curvaceous and her face was striking with wild black hair framing her face.

'So this is the kind of woman Enishi goes after,' Misao pondered. Feeling a bit resentful, Misao decided to throw the pictures back into its proper place, beneath the table. She wasn't jealous, no way. She was not jealous of Enishi's girlfriends. This memory was soo going to be in the back of her head, starting now!

Slinging a purse over her shoulders, Misao wandered off to the garage to find her Honda Civic Coupe. Flicking on the lights for his garage, she gaped at the sheer amount of cars he owned. Four cars for one man?! He obviously owned the black BMW 3 Series Coupe, which he left with, and there sat in the garage the dark blue Honda Civic Coupe, the white Acura NSX with fix to the kit (body of the car), and another silver BMW M3 Convertible. What's up with men and owning multiple cars? Misao opened the door to the Honda Civic Coupe in awe of its pristine interior state. All the cars looked like they were in top shape, waxed, polished, and everything you could ask for. Misao opened the garage door, and started up the engine, zooming out of the estate of the countryside towards the bustling city. He worked at the IMN building, so all she had to do was find some sort of menial job near there.

Considering all of the propositions presented to him, Enishi contemplated the paperwork that the men had provided him, studying their backgrounds as the two men in front of him gave furtive glances to each other, intimidated by Enishi's silence. They had wanted him to invest in a new research on the stem cell research. He glared at them for a moment, how had they known he had any money?

"How did you find my name," Enishi interrogated, taking off his shades.

"We found you by word of mouth, Dr. Yukishiro," the man on the right claimed, straightening his back under Enishi's heated gaze.

"I see," Enishi responded, "So you've been doing a lot of digging to find my name."

"We would like you to join us in this research if you can, because you did graduate in prestigious honors in the course of biotechnology," the man on the left praised.

"Come back in one week, I'll tell you my decision then, you are dismissed," Enishi waved before turning his swiveling chair towards the window as the men exited his office. He thoughts began wondering off to a certain hot-headed roommate. He picked up a file that he had his associates find, her record and the sort. She had drank only a few shots before getting heavy lidded and even he couldn't stop her from giggling. He smirked when he thought of what she had said about him having a 'nice ass' before passing out. Maybe she won't be that bad after all.

"So doctor, when are you going to take me out for lunch?" a feminine voice cut through his thoughts. Turning around, Enishi came face to face with his girlfriend. Kurenai smiled at him, bending over the desk in a red sleeveless dress. He grinned back, standing up to hook his arm with hers.

"I was just about to leave," Enishi assured, walking out of the office together.

Misao had prepared to make pork chop, letting the meat marinate in the bowl on the kitchen table as she flipped through the channels of the TV. She wondered when Enishi was going to be home. She had thought he had said that he didn't work that long at work, but it was already five thirty. The rice had been cooked and kept warm, but she began wondering if she should cook before he came. She was getting hungry after all. Just then, the door opened and Misao literally jumped off of the couch.

"Where have you been?! I've been waiting so I could cook!" Misao yelled, glaring daggers at him before stomping into the kitchen to begin frying.

"Sorry. I was a little carried away with things and I lost track of time," Enishi apologized. He had been at Kurenai's apartment doing…things, but then again, he knew he couldn't tell Misao that without her bashing his head open for making her wait.

"I thought you didn't have a lot of work," Misao glowered. He brushed off her glare, walking off towards the couch to pick up where Misao left off.

"I was out with my girlfriend as well," Enishi said casually. Misao bit back her tongue; she nearly choked on her own saliva. She turned around and faced the frying meat, flipping it over. She couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness; he did have a girlfriend after all. Why was she even hoping that a striking guy like that being single? She shook her head, he was a jerk and no way in hell did she want to date him. No way in hell.

"Dinner's ready!" Misao hollered, placing two dishes of finely garnish lettuce, cucumber, and tomatoes along with the steaming rice and porkchop.

"Am I going to die?" Enishi questioned giving the food a critical eye, "It looks healthy enough to eat…" For that comment, Misao whacked his back.

"I can cook, you know!" Enishi chuckled.

"Just kidding…" Enishi took his first bite and chewed cautiously.

"How is it?" Misao asked.

"Hey…this is actually good! And I thought I was going to land myself in the hospital for a few days for food poisoning…" Enishi trailed off to take another bite, "maybe we should have more drinking contests, so you can cook the all the time." Misao secretly smiled to herself despite his first insult and she began eating too.

"Did you find a job?"

"As a matter of fact, I did," Misao grinned pompously, ready to boast, "I'm going to work at this florist shop at the Haaro street. Oh, I met the owner, and she's so nice! I think her name was Kaoru. I begin working next Monday."

"That's a surprise. Are you sure you can handle 'delicate' flowers without crushing them?" Enishi teased, "Your temper seems to flare under every circumstance." Misao ignored his question to avoid a commotion, so she clearly changed the subject with the following question.

"So how was work?" Misao asked, attempting a conversation with the most disagreeable man on earth.

"It was fine. Just proposals on stem cell research," Enishi answered, taking a sip of his coke.

"Stem cell research? Why? I don't see any relevance in researching how to clone people…" Misao said.

"Well, that's how most people see it, but it'll be very beneficial for everyone when the research is complete," Enishi informed, "For instance, for all those paralyzed people, stem cell research will be able to give them another chance of walking again. All those heart bypasses is where the surgeons remove the artery to another part of the heart, because that part of the heart is dead. Now when this research is complete, we can clone a heart exactly like that person's, so the body wouldn't reject it. By 'cloning', it is unnecessary to say that we'll clone whole humans, but rather at the moment, organs to replace the bad ones that we may have damaged already." Misao stared at him in awe of his knowledge.

"I never thought of it that way, now that you've told me, it does seem like a worthwhile research…" Misao considered, picking up the empty dishes towards the sink.

"Investing in the research is a different story, however."

"Why not? It seems to give so much benefit…" Misao continued.

"I'm not that wealthy to throw my money away if they don't have adequate researchers," Enishi interrupted, "Besides, it's best to think things over twice before conducting a decision."

"You have four stinking cars, and you're telling me you can't spend money on researching on something that can save lives?!" Misao bellowed, "I can't believe you!"

"My money, Makimachi," Enishi clarified. Misao humphed still frowning at him.

I'll wash tonight, since you cooked," Enishi offered, "Why don't you shower? You smell quite rancid." Enishi gave her a cheeky grin. Misao could've almost socked him in the face, but counted from ten backwards. Misao gave a lingering glare before running up the stairs. She smiled to herself, he had been nice to her, but insulted her at the same time, yet there was a touch of kindness there. At least he gave more thought to her household tasks than Aoshi did. Too bad he was already taken.

Enishi stood there washing the dishes as promised, contemplating the day with a bitterness that he had hid quite well from Misao. She looked a bit too tired to irritate. Frowning, a placed the cleaned dishes onto the rack and dried his hands. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the arm of the chair, dropping onto its pillowy softness before sighing in exhaustion. Today had been an uneventful day. He had shared a luncheon with Kurenai as promised and with her consent had retreated back to her apartment. He had sex with her as boyfriends and girlfriends often did, however today's didn't feel right. It was like the passion was wiped out in one day's absence, but he was soon to be surprised, when he, laid in bed naked next to her only to find out that her ex-fiancé had returned from England to claim her once again. He wasn't surprised, at her consideration of the new offer.

Kurenai had always wanted to get married, or 'hitched' as he described it, but he just wasn't ready yet and so he never asked. He couldn't help but break up with her, at least she'll be happy getting married. After all, it was all he could do since he wasn't planning on marrying her either. She hadn't been devastated at his response, she only gave him a sad smile, before he clambered wordlessly out of bed. He supposed sex was his farewell gift and personally, he didn't mind that much. Kurenai was more of a friend rather than a girlfriend. He supposed he never saw her that way, but Kurenai was very persuasive in having a relationship and during that time, he didn't mind having a fling. Ruffling his hair, he gave a small grin to himself.

'Well, at least now I have more time to train now,' he thought, 'and being single means clubbing on Friday nights.'

Author's Note:

I know, the story is progressing pretty slow, but hey, that's how you fall in love right? Anyways, don't kill me, because I threw in the stem cell research. It's just that there's so much controversy over it, that I just had to say something somewhere. I support stem cell research, because it really will save lives. Well, it's my opinion, right? And they say the youth of America doesn't pay enough attention to the news ) Any comments?