Kai's gone soft.

How could Voltaire even think that something like that would or could ever happen to his grandson?

He couldn't. In fact, he strongly continued to shout at Boris for saying some shit to him, until Tala interrupted him by saying that Boris was right. He was, as he stated, a witness to that. He said that he clearly saw Kai, the grandson of yours, literally making out with that stupid bitch Arwen (who just slows the team down, by the way), in the hallway.

Voltaire, as much as he didn't want to put his mind to it, yielded.

He slowly sat himself down on the velvet office chair, and moving his shoulders back slightly, tried to make his sitting more comfortable. He needed to relax, take a deep breath and examine this situation more carefully.

So Kai Hiwatari, his all powerful, all cold, all alone grandson has found a girlfriend. Who would ever think that it would happen? No one! Voltaire didn't want this to happen, he didn't need this to happen, and it was ruining much of his plans if Kai was not concentrating as much on the battles as he did before. The fact that was always helping was the one that said that as one of Kai's living and known relatives, you pretty much can order him around. But the problem was that Kai became eighteen just a couple of days ago…which meant that you, Voltaire, can do nothing much about ordering him around. Shit.

Why hadn't Kai stayed an anti-social coldhearted loner, who cares only about winning? Wasn't he trained for years to be that?

Shit again.

What now? Just agree with this statement and situation and try to ignore it? Hn, I don't think so. Would bring you a little bit too close to comfort to actually catch both of them somewhere in the hallways, sucking and licking their faces off each other. Joy.

Arwen. Who is she? He'd heard of her, Boris had told him, but he pretty much didn't know anything about her. Only that she was on his team. His team. Boris was just supervising it, so basically, what makes him so sure that Arwen is as good as Bryan was? Was. What happened to Bryan wasn't anyone's concern except his and Boris's and no Talas and Spencers should even think about asking him about it.

Anyways, back to Arwen. Who is she? Dresses up in all black, wears high knee-line boots, dark make up, she's a total outrage. Dresses up as if going to some rock concert or something. But nevertheless, her appearance wasn't the thing that bothered him. He had seen even worse outfits anyway. What bothered him was that HIS grandson is DATING and probably even SLEEPING with his fellow TEAMMATE. Outrageous. Simply outrageous.

So far he knew only one solution. And it seemed so simple for him to just say it. He was not going to try to make this solution he was just going to ask someone to do it. And he knew who he was going to ask.

-"Boris."

-"Da, Voltaire?"

Turning the office chair around so he was showing his back to his Russian companion, Voltaire's glare was pierced on the falling white, equally symmetric, snowflakes outside of the gigantic transparent window right before him. That was soothing. Was partly bringing out the memories of the last time he visited the Balkov Abbey in Russia.

-"I want that dirty girl out of my grandson's life. And so that he won't be able to do anything about it," said Voltaire, and closed his eyes, feeling kind of empty inside, as the problem about Kai that worried him seemed to partially disappear. It's so nice to just throw your entire crisis on someone else's shoulders. "I want Kai back the way he was before. You can do that, Boris, right?"

Boris bowed to Voltaire by slightly bending down the upper part of his body, and without saying another word he went out of the room. Tala followed.

-"Chert. Ya ne ponymayu pochemu on svalivaet na menya vsu robotu. Mog bi hotya bi sam poprobovat…" snapped Boris in Russian outside of the office, really thinking of starting to curse around, when he remembered about Tala, and shut himself up looking at him. Tala smirked evilly. "Ne volnuisya. Ya ne skazu Voltaru pro eto…tolko ne serdi menya, horosho?"

In answer Boris just growled in anger, and stretched out his long arm, hitting Tala on his pale face strongly.

("Devil. I don't understand why he gives all of his work to me. Could at least try to do it himself..."

"Don't worry. I won't tell Voltaire about it…just don't piss me off, ok?")

Kai could never understand how just a simple touch on her soft skin could feel so good and satisfying.

Leaning down he kissed her and gently rocked his hips forward gently easing himself into her. Arwen moaned against his lips her hands resting on his shoulders, feeling him stretch her as he slid into her over again and over again. She felt him extending her, felt herself grip him tightly, and she felt his gentleness. Her hips lifted against his, her arms circling around his neck, holding him close to her as she let her head fall back, exposing her throat to him. She felt the kisses he pressed against her throat, felt his ragged breath against her skin. Their pace quickened, his hips driving him into her, and her hips lifting in time with him to accept him.

Moments after, Kai's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he pulled out of her. He gently lay down beside her and gathered her into his arms, his hand stroking against her shoulder gently and almost absentmindedly.

Arwen smiled, her heart beating quickly in her chest and that was mostly because of that wave of pleasure which was curling around her once her entered into her. She loved feeling him. But that wasn't the only reason she was with him, obviously. That comfort, that feeling I have with him, that closeness…Gods, I believe that I truly love him. Or most exactly, I think it's only my imagination…

Though heavy-eyed, Arwen didn't want to fall asleep. "Don't close your eyes, Arwen, I want you to remember every moment of it," flew out from her memory and she felt her heart pumping quickly from ecstasy again. He was so sweet. Who could imagine that other hidden side of Kai's personality even exists? She moaned softly and caressed his muscular arm around her shoulder with her fingers tenderly.

She didn't even feel him stiff.

Kai stopped stroking her shoulder by just wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her absolutely close to him and in a moment Arwen felt her lower back pressing up against his manhood. She couldn't help but blush anyway.

-"Is this, what it's like to be happy?" a sudden question sounded right above her ear, in a soft whisper and her eyes widened. Arwen slowly twisted her torso slightly to the side and their eyes met. His face was so calm and still, and though the shadow of the night was partially covering it, silver moonlight rays were clearly glittering in his eyes, somehow reflecting an absolutely different world.

Such a question. Happy…is this, what it's like to be happy…Hmm, yes it is. Just to lie there with him, just to feel the soft running of his fingertips on her skin, just to be able to feel his lips on hers…Yes, for her this was the highest point of happiness so far.

But was it for him?

-"Define happiness," she responded and bit her bottom lip softly with her front teeth, sometimes just loving to toy with him. He was never getting upset about it; in fact…he seemed to like it.

A gainful smirk appeared across of his lips. Damn she was cute.

-"Happiness is me, you…" he uttered, pressed his elbow onto the pillow and rose up himself above her slightly. "Us…" he placed his hand on her shoulder again and this time pressed on it strongly and Arwen, with a soft squirm, was made to fall on her back instead of lying on her side and stare back in his eyes. "Just…lying here. That's what happiness is all about, right?"

A smile creased her face once again. Yes, indeed, heaven is nothing in comparison of lying in his arms. "I believe so…for that is the real happiness for me."

Meanwhile Kai's purple eyes caressed her body opened to them with much curiosity, almost the same way it was first open to them. But as much as last time it was wild and lustful, this time it was gentle…and loving. "You're so beautiful," he said in a slightly hoarse whisper, stopping his glare on her round breasts.

Oh. The natural instincts almost made her to curl into a fetus position and hide herself under his warm glare, but Arwen just kept staring in his eyes. It was the first time he ever complimented her on anything…and this something was just her, her body, her flesh. Her heart made a leap in her chest, and she almost dropped on his neck from the growing love to him right now. But she kept slightly cool.

-"Well, you haven't seen other girls. They are so much prettier than me, it's even shocking, I once…" she started saying, but closed her mouth quickly as Kai's hand appeared on her lips, making her quiet. She didn't know why she started saying that, she just wasn't used to too much compliments.

Kai's eyes moved away from her breasts and locked on her eyes.

-"No," he disagreed and a shade of a smile could be read on his lips. "Not true," he added, let his hand down from her lips and rolling himself over on top of her, he leaned on her with almost his full weight, pinning her down beneath him without any struggle from her. Just a soft giggle of bliss.

They were happy. Happier than any time more in their lives; nothing could take that away from them, nothing…that they were aware of. And both of them knew that this happiness could not last forever.

-"This is not a fairy tale. When I kiss you, you don't wake up to Happily Ever After," he whispered as his lips traced the skin of her stomach near her naval and going back up to her throat. Arwen closed her eyes slowly and her lips parted slightly at his gentleness and touch of his kisses, her hand tightening the hold of his. "When you kiss me…I want to die to keep it forever."