Author's Notes: Wah, I know you all want chapter 11 of Duet. It's coming along, it's like over halfway done. I'd rather give you a good chapter than a forced chapter honestly. I also basically will update what I feel like writing cuz there's other things I'd rather work on more and right now I had brainstorms for this.
ANYWHO. Yes.
Otakon..who's going? I am so who else?
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Chapter 2: Last Night
Hearing a bird chirp, Misao looked out from behind thin-rimmed glasses as a bird was perched outside the small balcony next to her desk, where a blank screened laptop sat. Dressed in a black tee-shirt and jeans, she glanced back at the laptop, tapping on the Shift key until an annoying pop-up came up which she closed.
Resting her chin in her hands, she sighed.
Her phone rang and she answered, clicking on speakerphone.
"Yo."
"Oooooooooh! We NEED to talk!!" Kaoru's voice squealed throughout the room as Misao rolled her eyes, although she knew this conversation was inevitable. She already had a deadline to meet for her editor, and now it appeared she was getting an inquisition.
"About?"
"You know what about, baka! You did it didn't ya! You slept with that tall stud!!!"
Misao groaned.
"That fucking Fox's party and your punch...I should throttle you both." Misao said as she began typing a sentence.
"Oh please! Now I remember things a little better, and I recall a certain petite ninja-wannabe glomping away and bumping and grinding with that guy, Aoshi I think his name is. Anywho, so you got drunk and shagged. Big deal. If anything you probably needed it."
"KAORU!!"
Kaoru's laugh tinkled through the phone as Misao shook her head, glancing at the small flash of gold on her hand.
"I'm sorry Misao-chan but it's just kind of funny! I mean, maybe not to you. Anyways, after you left that guy came back and sulked at the bar for the rest of the night. Kinda felt bad for him. He was sending Megumi evil glares every now and then. As if she forced you two to do the horizontal bump. Was he like bad or something?"
"No, I mean, I don't know I was drunk! Look, it's bad enough things are as they are! Believe me I REALLY wish I could take back what happened, IMMENSELY."
"Right...well maybe you should like, I dunno, talk to this Aoshi guy and sort things out. Who knows, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to like go on a date? He was pretty yummy in leather."
"Kaoru, I'm hanging up. I've got work."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..since when is work staring at a blank screen."
"You're just pissed cause you're too dense to write. I can't help it if I'm an award-winning author."
"Oh please! You got famous for writing about working at a grocery store."
Misao smirked at that.
"Ah ah, I got famous for writing about the toils and daily struggles of a food retail clerk rising from tyranny and oppression."
"Need a shovel for that bull, dear?"
"Seriously, Kaoru-chan, my editor will send yakuza thugs if I don't get this chapter done soon. Just because I literally ran away from him last time something was due he's being really touchy."
"Alright alright. But expect a Fox Inquisition."
"Oh I am. Bastards. Anywho, later."
"Rightttttttttttttttttt....later."
Misao glared at her phone and looked back at the sentence, then deleted it as she began to remember what had happened.....
-THE BACHELORETTE PARTY-
"Well Megumi, since you're no longer going to be a swinging single and are joining the ranks of matrimonial bliss," Kaoru paused to snort, "I thought I'd just give you one last little bit of ogling."
Misao giggled from her spot on the hotel couch next Megumi as music began playing and a tall man in leather entered the room and began swaying to the words of 'Dancin With Myself' by Billy Idol.
Okon and Omasu giggled as Tae looked like she was going to faint, while the bride-to-be just laughed and bobbed her head to the music as Kaoru cheered and Misao drooled.
She watched as the tall man peeled off layers of leather to reveal tan skin and a buff chest that made her drool more as she jumped up and glomped him, the shots of tequila making her much more bolder.
The stripper didn't seem to mind as he grabbed Misao's waist and began grinding with her, leading her hand to his zipper and Misao eagerly unzipped his pants and ran back to the couch as Aoshi finished stripping while Kaoru and Megumi laughed at Misao's behavior. As the song ended, various yen bills were thrown at Aoshi.
He bowed and thanked his audience, putting his pants back on when Megumi stood up.
"Hey, why don't you stick around. We got tons of food and booze left and the more the merrier." she said.
"Well, I usually don't socialize with clients."
"Aww, stay." Misao said with a cute pout, and with that Aoshi decided 'fuck it' to the rules and shrugged, going to grab a cookie.
As the evening progressed and a few more shots later, Aoshi and Misao were comfortably seated on the love seat.
"So why writing?" he asked, gazing at her as she was practically sitting in his lap.
She shrugged.
"It's easy for me and I can set my schedule. Now, why stripping?"
"Same reasons." he said with a small smile.
Misao giggled and watched Megumi and Kaoru left, waving good bye to her as Misao waved back and grinned.
"Ooh! They left one last bottle of vodka! Hmm..I hope they're too home to make it drunk." she murmured.
Aoshi chuckled and leaned his head back, feeling his head swim from all the alcohol. He knew he had no tolerance what-so-ever, but he couldn't seem to refuse the petite lady with big blue eyes.
She sighed and twirled her foot.
"I wanna get married. Hey, wanna marry me?" she asked.
"I dunno, maybe we should date first."
"I wanna be a brideeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I can be Mrs. Sexy Stripper!"
Aoshi smiled, feeling his eyes droop and stood as Misao took him by the hand and led him out of the room and down to the lobby.
Misao heard a knock on her door and jumped out of her thoughts as she got up and opened the door, then frowned and started to shut the door when an arm shot out to stop her.
"Wait please! Just hear me out!"
She growled and stepped back, allowing Aoshi to step inside as he closed the door behind him.
"Then start talking." she demanded, crossing her arms.
Aoshi sighed and leaned against the door.
"I'm sorry, Misao. For everything. I should of just left even though you guys asked me to stay."
"Oh don't even blame this on us!"
Aoshi closed his eyes and it appeared he was trying to stay calm.
"Look, we can't change what happened, but we can't ignore it. I know this is an odd situation...."
"Odd? This goes beyond odd! Not only did I get completely drunk and scew a stripper, I married said stripper!!!"
Aoshi winced.
"This is why marriage ceremonies should come with breathalizers." Misao muttered.
Aoshi stopped himself from laughing and gazed at her.
"For what's it's worth, I really am sorry. I'm not very good with alcohol."
"Then why did you even drink?"
"I guess I couldn't say no to you."
Misao blinked, startled.
"You're pretty honest aren't you?"
Aoshi smiled this time and stepped away from the door.
"Most find that a good thing. So what do you want to do?" he asked, and watched as Misao sighed and moved to sit on her couch and he followed.
"An annulment I guess." she mumbled.
Aoshi shook his head.
"Why not?"
"We consummated the marriage. A lot."
Misao's face turned red as she looked away from him.
"Um, I suppose divorce then. I mean, honestly why would stay married. We don't even know each other."
"I suppose."
Misao narrowed her eyes.
"You're being quite passive about this. You can't possibly want to stay married."
Aoshi shrugged.
"Well it would make some tax payments cheaper and it does spare dating."
"What kind of reasons are those? What's wrong with dating! I'd be an awesome girlfriend."
Aoshi blinked.
"You want to be my girlfriend and not my wife?" he murmured.
Misao's eyes widened.
"I never said I wanted to be your girlfriend....'my wife'...that's so weird. I never thought I'd..um...ever be referred as that."
"Misao, whatever you want to do is find with me."
Misao bit her lip and sighed. He looked so cute like that, a little vulnerable but still hot. There was no way she could stay married to a complete stranger, and a stripper at that, right?
Still.......
"Umm...maybe...I dunno. We can get to know each other better at first and then decide what to do." she whispered.
"I'd like that." Aoshi said.
Misao suddenly felt awkward and stared down at her hands.
"So..." she mumbled.
"So....does this mean we can have a honeymoon?"
She smacked his arm in reply as Misao giggled.
"I don't think so, pal."
Aoshi nodded.
"I suppose I can re-instate my self-imposed celibacy that you single-handedly ended the other night."
"You would do that?"
"I was doing it, or not doing it so to speak, before the other night. I'm not the type of man who would cheat on his wife, no matter the strange circumstances of the marriage."
Misao just looked at him with large eyes.
"Thank you...if I may ask, um, why did you..um...go celibate?"
Aoshi shrugged.
"I suppose I haven't met someone I wanted to get intimate with and as a stripper who sees what...ahem...horny women are like I guess I'm a little jaded."
"Then..um...why did you...um.." she mumbled.
"Aside from the drinks...I suppose you were just irresistible to me."
"Um...are you mad I broke your celibacy so to speak?"
Aoshi brushed her bangs out of her eyes and smiled.
"No. That was the best sex I'd ever had."
She slapped his hand away and yelped out 'hentai' as she began hitting him with her couch pillow, and thus a pillow fight began and Misao began remembering what happened after the impromptu wedding. They had returned to the hotel room laughing as Aoshi attempted to carry her over the threshold.
"Misao...."
Blink.
"Misao......"
Misao blinked again and looked at the blank laptop screen, then around, and then back at the phone as Kaoru's voice squealed through.
"Eh? What.......a dream?"
"You haven't said anything in like five minutes!! Are you ALIVE?!"
Misao furrowed her brows and glared at the phone.
"I'm alive unlike you and the bitch Fox soon! I've got work to do."
"Fine fine, I can feel the love here. Byee!!!"
Misao clicked her phone off and leaned back in her wheeled computer chair and sighed. She had dreamed all that? Aoshi coming to her apartment and wanting to stay married?
"Damn...I really do stupid things." she mumbled, then turned off her laptop and stood up deciding she needed to get out of her apartment and get some fresh air.
The slight rumbling of her stomach made her groan.
"Ahh...I think I need cheesecake." she mumbled as she retreated into her bedroom.
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Aoshi watched the people walking by from his seat at the outdoor café where he sat with a cup of tea and an untouched piece of toast. The female waitress who had been eyeing him since his arrival returned, flashing a smile and batting her eyelashes.
"Is there anything else I can get for you today?"
Aoshi shook his head, slightly annoyed by the unwanted female presence. Raising his hand, he made a waving motion.
"No, that's fine." he said, making sure the gold wedding band on his finger flashed in the sun. He saw her eyes briefly note the wedding ring and saw a slight look of disappointment flash across her face.
"Well, holler if you need me." she said, retreated away.
'Hardly.' he thought as she stared at the band of gold. Marriage, although the strange one he had at the moment, certainly had its advantages. He pictured bright blue eyes in his mind, a pale, lovely face framed by black-blue hair that had felt like silk against his skin. Even though he had been very intoxicated, he could remember every detail, every word as it played through his head like a movie reel.
Her laughter was an amazing sound, her smile bright....he could remember the taste of her lips and the soft breath wisping against his ear as he lay over her driving them both into sweet oblivion. It was the best sex he'd ever had. The way she fitted against him afterwards, as they had fallen asleep.
He never thought he'd get married, he hadn't even had a girlfriend...and now in a matter not even 24 hours he had become a husband. A husband whose wife was avoiding him like the plague.
He sighed at that, wishing she would talk to him. He may not have known her well, but he knew he wanted to. They needed to sort out the details of their state of matrimony and what to do next. Perhaps he could charm her? He knew he was an attractive man, many woman were throwing themselves at him.
Annulment was impossible. Divorce was the only other way of dissolution of marriage. She would probably want a divorce as soon as possible. He knew it was the sensible thing to do, the right thing to do...but somehow he had some reservations.
How does one divorce a woman they're very interested in?
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Tokio glanced in her small bathroom vanity mirror as she expertly applied the shimmering cinnamon colored lipstick to her lips. She wore some black eyeliner matched with brown eyeshadow as long strands of hair framed her face. Her hair was pulled up in a messy half bun and she wore a denim skirt with a shimmery black halter top and a long black coat over it. She also wore her long, vinyl black 'hooker' boots.
A normally calm woman, she couldn't help but feel quite giddy.
Luna Sea and Saitoh!
Getting the surly policeman to do something other than smoke and police was truly a miraculous event that Tokio would not pass up. Taking one more appreciative glance in the mirror, she winked at herself and laughed as she grabbed her keys and exited her apartment, and went downstairs outside to sit on the stoop while she waited for him.
Soon enough she saw a familiar silhouette approach and stood....and her jaw dropped.
He had indeed shed his police uniform and now wore black jeans and a tight black tee-shirt. She could see the muscles on his arms and felt her mouth go dry as she gulped.
How was she ever going to survive this night and not jump him?
"My my Chief. You look pretty good without that uniform. Almost bangable."
Saitoh raised an eyebrow.
"Does this mean I can pet your dragon?"
Tokio rolled her eyes and smirk as she slapped him on the arm before taking it and leading him towards the venue. Her 'dragon' was her tattoo on her lower back of a black and blue dragon she had gotten on her twenty-sixth birthday. She had two other tattoos. A circle of Celtic knots on her left ankle and the kanji for 'revolution' on her back right shoulder blade.
"Hmm...maybe if you're a good boy." she replied coyly.
"I thought you liked bad boys."
Tokio laughed and clutched his arm tighter.
"I suppose. Anway, just cause you're a cop doesn't mean your squeaky clean Saitoh Hajime. I know you have a tattoo or two."
"Oh?"
"A cute wolf on your right bicep."
"How did you..."
"Two years ago during that bar fight I let you change shirts in the backroom after some guy threw whiskey on you."
"Ah yes. It's not cute. It's a fierce wolf of Mibu."
"Whatever you say Chief. Let's see how you handle tonight's crowd. If you get scared you can hold my hand."
Saitoh narrowed his eyes at her taunt and then smirked.
"We'll see."
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I'd write more, but I'm lost at the moment.
ANYWHO. Yes.
Otakon..who's going? I am so who else?
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Chapter 2: Last Night
Hearing a bird chirp, Misao looked out from behind thin-rimmed glasses as a bird was perched outside the small balcony next to her desk, where a blank screened laptop sat. Dressed in a black tee-shirt and jeans, she glanced back at the laptop, tapping on the Shift key until an annoying pop-up came up which she closed.
Resting her chin in her hands, she sighed.
Her phone rang and she answered, clicking on speakerphone.
"Yo."
"Oooooooooh! We NEED to talk!!" Kaoru's voice squealed throughout the room as Misao rolled her eyes, although she knew this conversation was inevitable. She already had a deadline to meet for her editor, and now it appeared she was getting an inquisition.
"About?"
"You know what about, baka! You did it didn't ya! You slept with that tall stud!!!"
Misao groaned.
"That fucking Fox's party and your punch...I should throttle you both." Misao said as she began typing a sentence.
"Oh please! Now I remember things a little better, and I recall a certain petite ninja-wannabe glomping away and bumping and grinding with that guy, Aoshi I think his name is. Anywho, so you got drunk and shagged. Big deal. If anything you probably needed it."
"KAORU!!"
Kaoru's laugh tinkled through the phone as Misao shook her head, glancing at the small flash of gold on her hand.
"I'm sorry Misao-chan but it's just kind of funny! I mean, maybe not to you. Anyways, after you left that guy came back and sulked at the bar for the rest of the night. Kinda felt bad for him. He was sending Megumi evil glares every now and then. As if she forced you two to do the horizontal bump. Was he like bad or something?"
"No, I mean, I don't know I was drunk! Look, it's bad enough things are as they are! Believe me I REALLY wish I could take back what happened, IMMENSELY."
"Right...well maybe you should like, I dunno, talk to this Aoshi guy and sort things out. Who knows, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to like go on a date? He was pretty yummy in leather."
"Kaoru, I'm hanging up. I've got work."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..since when is work staring at a blank screen."
"You're just pissed cause you're too dense to write. I can't help it if I'm an award-winning author."
"Oh please! You got famous for writing about working at a grocery store."
Misao smirked at that.
"Ah ah, I got famous for writing about the toils and daily struggles of a food retail clerk rising from tyranny and oppression."
"Need a shovel for that bull, dear?"
"Seriously, Kaoru-chan, my editor will send yakuza thugs if I don't get this chapter done soon. Just because I literally ran away from him last time something was due he's being really touchy."
"Alright alright. But expect a Fox Inquisition."
"Oh I am. Bastards. Anywho, later."
"Rightttttttttttttttttt....later."
Misao glared at her phone and looked back at the sentence, then deleted it as she began to remember what had happened.....
-THE BACHELORETTE PARTY-
"Well Megumi, since you're no longer going to be a swinging single and are joining the ranks of matrimonial bliss," Kaoru paused to snort, "I thought I'd just give you one last little bit of ogling."
Misao giggled from her spot on the hotel couch next Megumi as music began playing and a tall man in leather entered the room and began swaying to the words of 'Dancin With Myself' by Billy Idol.
Okon and Omasu giggled as Tae looked like she was going to faint, while the bride-to-be just laughed and bobbed her head to the music as Kaoru cheered and Misao drooled.
She watched as the tall man peeled off layers of leather to reveal tan skin and a buff chest that made her drool more as she jumped up and glomped him, the shots of tequila making her much more bolder.
The stripper didn't seem to mind as he grabbed Misao's waist and began grinding with her, leading her hand to his zipper and Misao eagerly unzipped his pants and ran back to the couch as Aoshi finished stripping while Kaoru and Megumi laughed at Misao's behavior. As the song ended, various yen bills were thrown at Aoshi.
He bowed and thanked his audience, putting his pants back on when Megumi stood up.
"Hey, why don't you stick around. We got tons of food and booze left and the more the merrier." she said.
"Well, I usually don't socialize with clients."
"Aww, stay." Misao said with a cute pout, and with that Aoshi decided 'fuck it' to the rules and shrugged, going to grab a cookie.
As the evening progressed and a few more shots later, Aoshi and Misao were comfortably seated on the love seat.
"So why writing?" he asked, gazing at her as she was practically sitting in his lap.
She shrugged.
"It's easy for me and I can set my schedule. Now, why stripping?"
"Same reasons." he said with a small smile.
Misao giggled and watched Megumi and Kaoru left, waving good bye to her as Misao waved back and grinned.
"Ooh! They left one last bottle of vodka! Hmm..I hope they're too home to make it drunk." she murmured.
Aoshi chuckled and leaned his head back, feeling his head swim from all the alcohol. He knew he had no tolerance what-so-ever, but he couldn't seem to refuse the petite lady with big blue eyes.
She sighed and twirled her foot.
"I wanna get married. Hey, wanna marry me?" she asked.
"I dunno, maybe we should date first."
"I wanna be a brideeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I can be Mrs. Sexy Stripper!"
Aoshi smiled, feeling his eyes droop and stood as Misao took him by the hand and led him out of the room and down to the lobby.
Misao heard a knock on her door and jumped out of her thoughts as she got up and opened the door, then frowned and started to shut the door when an arm shot out to stop her.
"Wait please! Just hear me out!"
She growled and stepped back, allowing Aoshi to step inside as he closed the door behind him.
"Then start talking." she demanded, crossing her arms.
Aoshi sighed and leaned against the door.
"I'm sorry, Misao. For everything. I should of just left even though you guys asked me to stay."
"Oh don't even blame this on us!"
Aoshi closed his eyes and it appeared he was trying to stay calm.
"Look, we can't change what happened, but we can't ignore it. I know this is an odd situation...."
"Odd? This goes beyond odd! Not only did I get completely drunk and scew a stripper, I married said stripper!!!"
Aoshi winced.
"This is why marriage ceremonies should come with breathalizers." Misao muttered.
Aoshi stopped himself from laughing and gazed at her.
"For what's it's worth, I really am sorry. I'm not very good with alcohol."
"Then why did you even drink?"
"I guess I couldn't say no to you."
Misao blinked, startled.
"You're pretty honest aren't you?"
Aoshi smiled this time and stepped away from the door.
"Most find that a good thing. So what do you want to do?" he asked, and watched as Misao sighed and moved to sit on her couch and he followed.
"An annulment I guess." she mumbled.
Aoshi shook his head.
"Why not?"
"We consummated the marriage. A lot."
Misao's face turned red as she looked away from him.
"Um, I suppose divorce then. I mean, honestly why would stay married. We don't even know each other."
"I suppose."
Misao narrowed her eyes.
"You're being quite passive about this. You can't possibly want to stay married."
Aoshi shrugged.
"Well it would make some tax payments cheaper and it does spare dating."
"What kind of reasons are those? What's wrong with dating! I'd be an awesome girlfriend."
Aoshi blinked.
"You want to be my girlfriend and not my wife?" he murmured.
Misao's eyes widened.
"I never said I wanted to be your girlfriend....'my wife'...that's so weird. I never thought I'd..um...ever be referred as that."
"Misao, whatever you want to do is find with me."
Misao bit her lip and sighed. He looked so cute like that, a little vulnerable but still hot. There was no way she could stay married to a complete stranger, and a stripper at that, right?
Still.......
"Umm...maybe...I dunno. We can get to know each other better at first and then decide what to do." she whispered.
"I'd like that." Aoshi said.
Misao suddenly felt awkward and stared down at her hands.
"So..." she mumbled.
"So....does this mean we can have a honeymoon?"
She smacked his arm in reply as Misao giggled.
"I don't think so, pal."
Aoshi nodded.
"I suppose I can re-instate my self-imposed celibacy that you single-handedly ended the other night."
"You would do that?"
"I was doing it, or not doing it so to speak, before the other night. I'm not the type of man who would cheat on his wife, no matter the strange circumstances of the marriage."
Misao just looked at him with large eyes.
"Thank you...if I may ask, um, why did you..um...go celibate?"
Aoshi shrugged.
"I suppose I haven't met someone I wanted to get intimate with and as a stripper who sees what...ahem...horny women are like I guess I'm a little jaded."
"Then..um...why did you...um.." she mumbled.
"Aside from the drinks...I suppose you were just irresistible to me."
"Um...are you mad I broke your celibacy so to speak?"
Aoshi brushed her bangs out of her eyes and smiled.
"No. That was the best sex I'd ever had."
She slapped his hand away and yelped out 'hentai' as she began hitting him with her couch pillow, and thus a pillow fight began and Misao began remembering what happened after the impromptu wedding. They had returned to the hotel room laughing as Aoshi attempted to carry her over the threshold.
"Misao...."
Blink.
"Misao......"
Misao blinked again and looked at the blank laptop screen, then around, and then back at the phone as Kaoru's voice squealed through.
"Eh? What.......a dream?"
"You haven't said anything in like five minutes!! Are you ALIVE?!"
Misao furrowed her brows and glared at the phone.
"I'm alive unlike you and the bitch Fox soon! I've got work to do."
"Fine fine, I can feel the love here. Byee!!!"
Misao clicked her phone off and leaned back in her wheeled computer chair and sighed. She had dreamed all that? Aoshi coming to her apartment and wanting to stay married?
"Damn...I really do stupid things." she mumbled, then turned off her laptop and stood up deciding she needed to get out of her apartment and get some fresh air.
The slight rumbling of her stomach made her groan.
"Ahh...I think I need cheesecake." she mumbled as she retreated into her bedroom.
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Aoshi watched the people walking by from his seat at the outdoor café where he sat with a cup of tea and an untouched piece of toast. The female waitress who had been eyeing him since his arrival returned, flashing a smile and batting her eyelashes.
"Is there anything else I can get for you today?"
Aoshi shook his head, slightly annoyed by the unwanted female presence. Raising his hand, he made a waving motion.
"No, that's fine." he said, making sure the gold wedding band on his finger flashed in the sun. He saw her eyes briefly note the wedding ring and saw a slight look of disappointment flash across her face.
"Well, holler if you need me." she said, retreated away.
'Hardly.' he thought as she stared at the band of gold. Marriage, although the strange one he had at the moment, certainly had its advantages. He pictured bright blue eyes in his mind, a pale, lovely face framed by black-blue hair that had felt like silk against his skin. Even though he had been very intoxicated, he could remember every detail, every word as it played through his head like a movie reel.
Her laughter was an amazing sound, her smile bright....he could remember the taste of her lips and the soft breath wisping against his ear as he lay over her driving them both into sweet oblivion. It was the best sex he'd ever had. The way she fitted against him afterwards, as they had fallen asleep.
He never thought he'd get married, he hadn't even had a girlfriend...and now in a matter not even 24 hours he had become a husband. A husband whose wife was avoiding him like the plague.
He sighed at that, wishing she would talk to him. He may not have known her well, but he knew he wanted to. They needed to sort out the details of their state of matrimony and what to do next. Perhaps he could charm her? He knew he was an attractive man, many woman were throwing themselves at him.
Annulment was impossible. Divorce was the only other way of dissolution of marriage. She would probably want a divorce as soon as possible. He knew it was the sensible thing to do, the right thing to do...but somehow he had some reservations.
How does one divorce a woman they're very interested in?
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Tokio glanced in her small bathroom vanity mirror as she expertly applied the shimmering cinnamon colored lipstick to her lips. She wore some black eyeliner matched with brown eyeshadow as long strands of hair framed her face. Her hair was pulled up in a messy half bun and she wore a denim skirt with a shimmery black halter top and a long black coat over it. She also wore her long, vinyl black 'hooker' boots.
A normally calm woman, she couldn't help but feel quite giddy.
Luna Sea and Saitoh!
Getting the surly policeman to do something other than smoke and police was truly a miraculous event that Tokio would not pass up. Taking one more appreciative glance in the mirror, she winked at herself and laughed as she grabbed her keys and exited her apartment, and went downstairs outside to sit on the stoop while she waited for him.
Soon enough she saw a familiar silhouette approach and stood....and her jaw dropped.
He had indeed shed his police uniform and now wore black jeans and a tight black tee-shirt. She could see the muscles on his arms and felt her mouth go dry as she gulped.
How was she ever going to survive this night and not jump him?
"My my Chief. You look pretty good without that uniform. Almost bangable."
Saitoh raised an eyebrow.
"Does this mean I can pet your dragon?"
Tokio rolled her eyes and smirk as she slapped him on the arm before taking it and leading him towards the venue. Her 'dragon' was her tattoo on her lower back of a black and blue dragon she had gotten on her twenty-sixth birthday. She had two other tattoos. A circle of Celtic knots on her left ankle and the kanji for 'revolution' on her back right shoulder blade.
"Hmm...maybe if you're a good boy." she replied coyly.
"I thought you liked bad boys."
Tokio laughed and clutched his arm tighter.
"I suppose. Anway, just cause you're a cop doesn't mean your squeaky clean Saitoh Hajime. I know you have a tattoo or two."
"Oh?"
"A cute wolf on your right bicep."
"How did you..."
"Two years ago during that bar fight I let you change shirts in the backroom after some guy threw whiskey on you."
"Ah yes. It's not cute. It's a fierce wolf of Mibu."
"Whatever you say Chief. Let's see how you handle tonight's crowd. If you get scared you can hold my hand."
Saitoh narrowed his eyes at her taunt and then smirked.
"We'll see."
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I'd write more, but I'm lost at the moment.