Chapter 2: My Favorite Mistake
Now here comes your secret lover
She'll be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames
Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending
To the bad day I'd gotten used to spending
When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake
Well, maybe nothing lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need forever after, but it's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holding on this way
Did you know, could you tell you were the only one
That I ever loved?
Now everything's so wrong
Did you see me walking by, did it ever make you cry?
"My Favorite Mistake" by Sheryl Crow
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He's like a bad habit I just can't shake.
At least, that's what it seems like. After yet another night of incredible, unspeakable sex, he drops me off at my apartment. I tease him, telling him I'd invite him upstairs, but that would mean he'd run into people, or, God forbid, Robin, and that would mean our relationship would be public. The horror. So I let him leave, his privacy, if not honor, intact. Silly, stupid man. And silly, stupid me, for letting him, letting us, continue in this way.
So I walked upstairs, holding my pre-coital clothes crammed in an overnight bag, and see the lights are on. I feel bad that my charge, such as she is, might still be awake at this late hour. I call out, but no one answers. Now I'm worried. It isn't until I come across her cleaning the bathroom that I put two and two together. I would have solved the mini-mystery earlier, except that Amon's body does strange things to my mind, like shut it down temporarily. I smile, but feel guilty that this girl feels obligated to clean. Then she corrects me, telling me that even though she dislikes it, cleaning is a habit from her years at the convent.
I've never been religious, but I know Amon is my habit. I can't say I dislike it, either, but I know it's unhealthy. And yet, like a drug, Amon is something I can't get enough of. I don't mind this addiction, since it doesn't interfere with my business, nor with his work, and it solves the problems of venting some serious sexual frustration without going over to Ginza or the like. I'm on the pill and Amon's dedicated to using a condom, so I'm not too worried about side effects. I know, should there be any, like disease, or worse, a child, I'd deal with it.
Like I said, he's not the first dangerous man I've come across, and I'm used to getting myself out of trouble. I may not have powers like Robin, but I'm no helpless damsel in distress. I'm a successful business, and I work the boardroom like Amon works my body, with contacts all over Tokyo and beyond. Worse comes to worst, there's always my father, but his favors come with strings attached or unforeseen consequences. I've only relied on him once, and that was enough to make me believe that dealing with the yakuza was less threatening. Not by much, mind you, but enough.
Episode 4: "Stubborn Aesthetics"