Wild Angels
By Amiboshi-chan
Chapter seven
Tasuki shrugged on a charcoal gray suit coat over his crisp white dress shirt, then indulged in a moment of masculine vanity as he paused in front of the mirror. The carefully tailored coat hugged broad shoulders that flexed with muscle gained from months of hard ranch work in the territories.
'Will Missy notice?'
Where had that thought come from? Surely he knew from experience that Missy was never impressed by the cut of a man's clothes. . . least of all, his. Tasuki scowled at the thought. Missy had shown a modicum of curiosity in the way he sat a horse, but absolutely none in the way he dressed.
'Perhaps that was because she was waiting for you to be thrown on your ass.'
A knock at the door brought his dark musings to a halt. He crossed the room in four long strides and opened the door. Nakago was leaning against the jamb, his _expression a study in annoyed forbearance.
"If this invitation had come from anybody but cousin Yui, I swear I would take off this damn coat and go to the office to get some work done." He said, a bit sulkily.
"So don't go," Tasuki replied calmly. "I am not looking forward to your smirks and chuckles anyway- and I'm sure Yui would understand."
"Oh no- you can't get rid of me that easily." His friend retorted. "I have a feeling there is more to this party than meets the eye. Mother has been positively close-mouthed. . . and I have not heard from Clair since we returned from Cyril's wedding. Silence among the O' Bannion women is never a good sign. Then there is that conversation with Hotohori Dover. The pot is simmering."
Tasuki opened his mouth to deny Nakago's suspicions, and then promptly snapped it shut. Something was going on, and he had an uneasy feeling that Missy Brooks would end up right in the middle of it. Missy... along with the debonair Hotohori Dover. ~ ~ ~*~ ~ ~
Across town at Tokaki O'Bannion's manor, Missy sat worrying her bottom lip with her front teeth.
"Stop that." Yui's reprimand brought immediate composure to Missy's face. "Now come sit down so I can finish your hair."
"I'm so consarn--" Missy quickly amended her speech. "I mean, I'm terribly nervous, Yui." She sat down in front of the French style vanity and watched her new friend's reflection in the mirror.
"You'll do fine." Yui assured her, after a heavy sigh. "You have learned a great deal these past few weeks."
"Thanks to you and Hotohori. " Missy frowned. There seemed to be even less color to the blonde's porcelain skin. "Yui-are you feeling all right?"
"Please don't fuss-you sound like Papa. Of course I am all right. Hotohori has been a dear, hasn't he?" At the abrupt change of subject, Missy tried to turn to look directly at her friend, but a sharp tug at her hair kept her in place. "Be still." Yui ordered, as she looped and fastened long russet strands. "And remember, Missy is gone. . . you are a different woman with a different name." She continued, as she braided a tiny length of pearls and a spray of small, white flowers into the side of Missy's hair.
"I do feel like a different person- I just have to remember to answer to that name when I'm called." Missy's laughter was brittle with tension.
Smiling, Yui stepped back to assess her handiwork. "Now you are ready. Go to the gazebo in the backyard, but don't let anyone see you until I introduce you to my guests. Hotohori knows what to do when he arrives."
Missy's mouth went as dry as a sun-baked arroyo. "Do you really think Ta- everyone will notice the change in me?"
Yui paused at the bedroom door. "A person would have to be stone cold dead not to notice the change in you! Missy is gone. Don't even think of yourself as Missy anymore. You are Miaka Brooks, and you are every inch a proper lady." ~ ~ ~*~ ~ ~
Downstairs, the maids effectively directed the new arrivals to the back garden, creating a steady stream of traffic through the house. The fragrance of roses wafted through the open French doors on a rain freshened spring breeze. Small tables set with crisp white linen and a crystal vase holding a single pink rosebud had been strategically placed among the flowering shrubs and sweet smelling vines.
From her perch within the gazebo, Miaka took in the magnificent, romantic garden. She peered out from among the blooms surrounding the gazebo and studied each new arrival with excitement and dread. "Miaka Brooks. . . my name is Miaka Brooks," She chanted under her breath.
A new group of arrivals spilled through the French doors and out onto the lawn. Yui stood ready to greet them. She smiled widely, but Miaka was concerned about the pale blue smudges beneath the blonde's eyes. Yui had not been getting enough rest while preparing for this party, she thought guiltily. Then Miaka's gaze fell on the cluster of new arrivals, and her heart lodged like a stone beneath her chest.
"Welcome, gentleman." Yui reached up on tiptoes to give first Nakago, then Tasuki, a peck on the cheek. "I'm so glad you could attend."
Tasuki McCarty, smiled at Yui, and then scanned the garden with narrowed eyes. Miaka drew back into the gazebo and flattened herself against a pillar, feeling like a rabbit cringing in the brush while a hawk sought her out.
"Have some refreshments, please." Yui suggested. Tasuki picked up a crystal cup of punch and brought it to his lips. He was oddly disappointed not to find Missy among the fresh faced debutantes and their escorts.
Nakago nodded towards the door. "Just as I suspected," he said with a smile.
Tasuki turned, expecting to see the elusive Miss Brooks. Instead he saw Clair O'Bannion, Nakago's elder sister, along with Patricia, and Hotohori Dover. The trio stepped into the mottled patterns of sunlight filtering through the leaves of the copper beeches.
"Nakago. . ." Clair released Hotohori's arm and made her way to them. He gown of pale blue lace and darker gray silk ruffles caught in the light. "My favorite little brother. And you must be the elusive Tasuki- it's a pleasure to meet you at last! Wasn't it a lucky thing that Yui decided to have a garden party?"
Clair obviously did not expect an answer, since she never halted her prattle long enough to receive one.
"Where is your husband?" Nakago asked, peering over her head at the door behind her.
"On a boat on his way to Australia, as of two days ago. He's helping father with some business involving Ashland Shipping." Clair's _expression made it clear that she was surprised and shocked that he had left her. "Very inconvenient timing, considering- well, no matter. I will make that announcement later." Clair's frown turned upwards into a mysterious smile.
"Mother?" Nakago frowned. "You know that Tasuki and I would have been happy to escort you and Clair."
Patricia had her arm draped lightly through Hotohori's, in a gesture of familiarity. "How sweet of you darling, but Hotohori stopped by and was dear enough to offer to take us in his carriage. There was no reason to trouble yourselves." Nakago blinked. He had never known his mother to tell an outright lie, but she had been known to bend the truth in fifty different ways. He wondered if she was doing so now.
Yui greeted the two women and Hotohori, all blond curls and happy smiles, and the tension of the moment evaporated. "It's so wonderful to see you, Aunt Patricia." She turned and looked at Hotohori. Neither Tasuki nor Nakago were sure why, but two small circles of red suddenly appeared on her cheeks as she spoke. "And you, Hotohori, thank you so much for coming." She leaned closer and lowered her voice. "We are in your debt and never could have done it without you." Tasuki frowned, wondering what that remark had meant, but he had little time to speculate as Yui turned towards the gazebo and extended one milk white hand. "Allow me to introduce Miss Miaka Brooks."
Telling herself she was indeed Miaka Brooks, Missy lifted her chin and stood straight, silently reciting every instruction Yui had given her as she emerged from her hiding place and made her way down the three shallow steps of the gazebo. She almost felt like a fairy princess when she stepped into a shaft of sunlight and her satin slippers touched the verdant turf. Conscious that she was the center of attention, she inhaled a deep breath of air freshened and sweetened by yesterday's rain, and brought her chin up one more notch. There was no turning back now... not with him watching.
Tasuki knew he was staring, bug-eyed and ill mannered, but he could not help himself. His eyes devoured the woman coming towards him and a diffused heat spread from his belly to his limbs, even as a little voice in his head reminded him that this confection was only opinionated, bullheaded Missy- nothing to get all hot and bothered about. Yet his senses questioned the voice of reason, as what he saw as a new woman smiled shyly and glanced his way.
Patricia's smile was warm with delight as she stepped forward. "Hotohori, is this what you were telling me about? My stars, you did not exaggerate. How she has blossomed. . ." Her voice trailed off as she and Hotohori walked past Tasuki towards the girl they had known as Missy.
"You look lovely, my dear, simply lovely." Patricia's eyes swept from the red shimmering hair to her satin clad toes. "Do I call you. . . Miaka?"
"Yes, if you please, ma'am. My given name is Miaka. . . and I've decided to use it." Miaka smiled.
"Your frock is stunning," Patricia exclaimed. "The soft pastel color is so becoming on you, with your shade of red hair. I never would have been so creative."
"Yui has been kind enough to allow me the use of her dressmaker," Miaka replied, carefully enunciating each word. "The two of them advised me on the most becoming shades of fabric for my coloring."
Patricia shook her head, sunlight glinting along the waves of her silvery curls. "If this is the result of a cleverly sewn frock in a proper hue, then I must change dressmakers at once." She laughed and touched Miaka's arm affectionately.
"Nonsense, Patricia, you are the most handsome woman in New York." Hotohori quickly and gallantly denied any need for her to change her couture. "As you well know." He added, sending Miaka a playful wink.
Tasuki felt his gut lurch. Hotohori's blatant flirtation with Miaka was just too much. Even as the knot in his middle tightened, he told himself it was foolish to think that Missy would never be interested in a dandified rake like Hotohori. She wouldn't have had the time of day for a man like that back home. Would she?
Miaka smiled and allowed her thick lashes to sweep over her eyes.
"Hotohori, you are shameless in your flattery." Patricia smiled again at Miaka. "But of course Miaka would already know that about the most charming bachelor New York has to offer."
Tasuki scowled at the implication, then took a deep breath, determined to get his rebellious pulse under control.
"Better be quick, the bees are at the flower." Nakago whispered behind him. Tasuki tried to come up with something scathing to say, but was distracted. Suddenly, the air had come alive with the sound of formal introductions as every unattached bachelor in the garden approached to meet Miss Miaka Brooks.
"Miss Brooks, I would be honored if you would let me take you to see the statue in our harbor. It is called 'Liberty Enlightening the World'." One tall lean, fellow with short black hair exclaimed.
"If you are not otherwise occupied, please say you will accompany me to the theater next Saturday." Another fresh faced swain pleaded, as he elbowed his way closer to Miaka.
'I don't care. My plans to not include romance or marriage or standing court with all these fawning young men.' But Tasuki's feet had begun to move before his brain fully registered the thought. He nudged his way through the circle of admirers, and by sheer persistence and a bit of brute strength, finally found himself standing at Miaka's side. He stared at her smooth, elegant shoulders, revealed by the clever bodice of her pale yellow gown, then at her hair, which was piled on her head and twined with tiny white flowers and pearls. The elaborate style made her look older and more sophisticated than he had ever thought possible.
He shook his head, as if to clear it. This was insane. He had to speak to her, to hear her fling insults at him so this magical snare would be broken.
"Miaka?" His voice was deep and husky. The sound of his undeniable interest surprised and embarrassed him.
Every nerve in Miaka's body prickled and danced; there was no mistaking the low voice that sent shivers down her spine. She drew in a breath and waited, hoping that the butterflies would leave her middle.
"Well, which is it- Miaka or Missy?" Tasuki taunted her softly. "What shall I call you?"
She turned slowly, determined not to fall into the trap he had baited. In the past she had obliged him by reacting before she thought. Not today. "I was christened Miaka Shelagh Brooks."
For a moment his smile slipped and something- she was not sure what- clouded his eyes. Then one brow lifted and he gave her the sensual, teasing smile that always made her breath catch. "Now that has a ring of the old country to it." Tasuki said, staring directly into her shimmering eyes, as he waited for her to sting him with her vitriolic tongue. When the cool and collected Miaka Brooks revealed the untamed firebrand that simmered inside the stylish yellow dress, these young swains would fall away like dried leaves. Any minute now she would start to cuss and bluster. . . but to his shock and dismay, she only smiled and swept those remarkably thick, dark lashes over her sparkling green eyes once again.
"As you say, Tasuki," She agreed demurely. "I do stick out like a sore thumb here in New York, part Irish and part Japanese- a cat's whisker from being a barbarian, wouldn't you say?"
(Author's Note: Yes, I know, it's cheesy. I actually came up with this line in a story that I wrote a few years ago, which never saw the light of day it was so bad. The original line was part Irish part Indian. . . but I had to make it fit the character. My friend thought that line was cute, so I threw it in for her. There ya go, Steph!)
Tasuki was at a loss for words. After a moment, he cleared his throat and spoke in a soft voice. "No, I wouldn't call you a barbarian, and neither would anyone else within my hearing, I assure you, Miaka." A sudden burst of possessiveness flared inside of him. He wanted to take her away, to keep the others from baying around her like hungry dogs, to have her all to himself.
His gaze locked with Miaka's. Heat rose between them like fog on a warm April morning.
'Breathe, you idiot...breathe!' A voice inside his head shouted.
"So tell me how you ended up being Missy all these years." Hotohori's voice broke the enchantment as the young man smoothly insinuated himself between them. Tasuki felt something start to burn in the pit of his stomach.
Miaka's lips curled up a little at the corners. It wasn't really a smile, but seeing her look at Hotohori in such a friendly way grated on Tasuki's nerves.
"My youngest brother, Seth, could never quite get his tongue around Miaka Shelagh. It always came out like 'Missy'. Soon everyone was calling me that. Back home there would be no chance of changing it, but here in New York. . . I've decided to put little Missy aside." Miaka glanced at Tasuki from under the fringe of her lashes. "I'm a grown woman now and it's high time everyone realized it."
"It's a lovely name, if you don't mind me commenting." Hotohori moved closer yet.
'If Hotohori gets any closer he will be touching the edge of her skirt.'
Tasuki told himself he was being a fool, but he also took a step nearer. Miaka tilted her head and glanced at him again.
"The name suits you, Miaka." Hotohori continued.
"I'm very glad you approve, Mr. Dover." Miaka lowered her lashes once again.
"Please, call me Hotohori."
"I'm not sure that would be proper. Do you think so, Tasuki?" She looked directly at him, and Tasuki felt as if he had been poked by a branding iron. "You are so much more knowledgeable about the way things are done in the city. Would it be proper to call Mr. Dover by his given name?"
"Absolutely not." He said coolly. "You do not know the man well enough." Miaka shrugged and sighed. "Then I suppose you cannot call me Hotohori- yet. I am giving you fair warning, Miss Brooks, I intend for us to become much better acquainted." Hotohori smiled winningly.
Tasuki's mind had begun to spin like a dust devil sweeping across the prairie. It was all he could do to stop himself from dragging Miaka through the French doors, on through the house and into the nearest carriage. Each time Miaka smiled at Hotohori something hot and liquid poured through his chest.
'What is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? Is it jealousy? It hurts like the devil, so it sure as hell can't be love.'
"Now Miaka- pardon. I mean, Miss Brooks, let's you and I find a quiet, private corner so you can tell me more about yourself" Hotohori moved close enough for his thigh to crush her full skirt in a way that was almost intimate. "We never finished our conversation the other evening."
'The other evening?' Tasuki's eyes widened. Damn it all to hell, this had gone on long enough. He took a step forward, prepared to bodily remove Hotohori Dover. But Patricia suddenly appeared and looped her hand through his arm. " Nakago is looking for you" She said, gently tugging him away, leaving Hotohori standing at Miaka's side. "Come have a cup of punch with us and let Hotohori get to know Miaka better." Tasuki went, but his head remained fixed looking back over his shoulder at Hotohori and Miaka, until the muscles in his neck pinched and cramped in protest. Patricia smiled inwardly. She had seen Missy's possibilities when they first met at Cyril's wedding, but thanks to Yui, everyone else now did as well. It made Patricia happy to think that she could help Miaka by finding a suitable young man. Yui had performed magic upon her, and some young swain would sweep her off her feet in quick fashion, offering her a life of culture and comfort in the city.
"Mother, Nakago. . . I have a surprise for you." Clair smiled widely as they approached. "Rossmore and I discussed it before he left. We were going to wait to tell you, but. . ."
"Tell us what?" Patricia's forehead crinkled. "What have you been keeping from us? Are you ill?"
"No, I am not in need of medical attention, at least not in the way you mean, Mother." Clair smiled at Nakago, as she took a seat in a nearby chair. "In six months, you will be a grandmother, and you, Nakago, will be an uncle."
Patricia's mouth fell open. For a full minute she held her stunned pose, and then she knelt beside Clair, unmindful of what the position on the lawn was doing to the delicate fabric of her gown. "A grandchild? My very own grandchild? Oh, Clair, this is wonderful. This is more than wonderful." Her eyes filled with happy tears.
"Ross and I were not sure how you and daddy would take it. I hope you don't mind- I mean, does it make you feel old?"
"It makes me feel splendid! Donovan will be as delighted as I am. I cannot tell you how he has longed for a tyke to bounce on his knee." Patricia's bottom lip quivered. "But dear, how do you feel? Are you all right?"
"Actually, I feel better than I ever have." Clair smiled wider.
"Nakago, call for a carriage at once." Patricia stood up, unaware of the grass stain on her gown. "I want to go home with Clair right away."
Her son smiled. "Do you mind if I ride along as far as the office?"
"Not at all, but don't dawdle." Patricia smiled and dabbed at her moist eyes.
Tasuki was only half-listening; his interest had transferred from Clair to Miaka, as he heard Miaka laugh. Hotohori was leaning close, whispering something in her ear. "That is wonderful news, Clair, congratulations!" He offered weakly, wishing that he could stalk over to Dover and ask him what he thought he was doing. But as much as he wanted to, good manners prevented him from doing anything but stand where he was, with a false smile pasted on his face.
Two hours later the party was in full swing, the news of Clair's pregnancy adding an extra dash of festivity to the crowd. Yui took a moment from her duties as hostess and found Miaka. "See, I told you it would be fine."
"Yes, you did." Miaka studied Yui's face closely. There was almost no color to her cheeks. "Yui, I do think you should sit down for a moment." Worry for her friend, and guilt over all the party preparations, nudged at the corners of her mind. "You look pale. Are you feeling unwell?"
"Stop worrying over me. You are supposed to mingle and meet new people, be adored by young bachelors and let 'some people' see that you can be a lady." Yui smiled, but the _expression seemed tired. "Besides, once I have fulfilled my part of the bargain you have to begin teaching me to sit a horse!"
"You know I will." Miaka caught Hotohori's eye across the lawn and within a moment he approached, chair in hand. "Listen to Miaka, Yui- you need to rest a bit." He admonished gently.
Yui smiled up at him. "Thank you. I believe I will, since neither of you will be satisfied until I do." She slid into the chair. "I never realized you were so gallant, Mr. Dover."
"Then it's high time you start appreciating me. I am far more than meets the eye." Hotohori waggled his thin brows. "You know, Yui, there are some new animals brought into the zoological exhibit at prospect park in Brooklyn. Would you allow me to take you there tomorrow morning?"
"Well. . ." Yui looked at Miaka. "Only if Miaka comes with us. It wouldn't feel right without her, and besides, papa would have a fit if I were not chaperoned."
"I have been tagging along with you far too much." Miaka replied teasingly. "But if you insist..."
"Then it is settled." Hotohori grinned. "I have an engagement at my club at seven, but as soon as I am finished, I will bring my carriage around." His smile widened. "Why don't I bring a picnic lunch? We can make an entire day of it."
"That sounds absolutely wonderful." Yui glanced admiringly at Hotohori for half a minute, and then lowered her eyes. "If you'll excuse me, I must see to my guests." Placing her hands on the arms of the chair, she attempted to rise, but swayed unsteadily and sagged back into the chair as a wave of dizziness folded over her.
"My goodness, Yui, you are certainly not well!" Miaka exclaimed, as she watched the remaining color drain from Yui's face. "You stay here, I'll go fetch your father."
"Nonsense." Yui shrugged off Hotohori's gently restraining hand. "Don't get papa, I am fine- just a little lightheaded is all." She struggled to her feet- then suddenly crumpled like a broken china doll.
"Oh no! Yui! " Miaka cried out, as her friend slid to the ground.
Her outcry immediately caught Tasuki's attention. He paused long enough to see Miaka kneel beside Yui and tenderly lift her friend's head into her lap, then turned and hurried toward the house, yelling for Tokaki as he went.
"Fetch the physician!" Tokaki barked at a maid when he had been informed. He plunged out of the house to the garden and burst through the circle of guests that had gathered around Miaka and Yui.
"Yui. . . oh Yui...." Miaka gently cradled her friend in the folds of her full skirt. Her fingers stroked the silky blond hair.
Yui's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled weakly. "I am not hurt. Please do not worry about me."
Tokaki dropped down beside Miaka and gathered his daughter into his arms, with Tasuki right behind him. "If you don't mind, Tasuki, would you see that our guests make their way to their carriages?" He asked gruffly, before turning an accusing stare to Miaka. "I knew this would happen! I told her that she was doing too much!"
"Papa, stop it." Smiling weakly, Yui reached a slender hand to take Miaka's fingers. "Don't listen to him, Miaka. I have enjoyed myself more than I can tell you."
"That is no excuse for your friend to take advantage of your delicate condition!" Tokaki growled.
"There is no need for worry. I will be fine." Yui stated. She looked at Miaka, whose eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "But I'm afraid we shall have to postpone your half of our agreement for a little while longer."
By Amiboshi-chan
Chapter seven
Tasuki shrugged on a charcoal gray suit coat over his crisp white dress shirt, then indulged in a moment of masculine vanity as he paused in front of the mirror. The carefully tailored coat hugged broad shoulders that flexed with muscle gained from months of hard ranch work in the territories.
'Will Missy notice?'
Where had that thought come from? Surely he knew from experience that Missy was never impressed by the cut of a man's clothes. . . least of all, his. Tasuki scowled at the thought. Missy had shown a modicum of curiosity in the way he sat a horse, but absolutely none in the way he dressed.
'Perhaps that was because she was waiting for you to be thrown on your ass.'
A knock at the door brought his dark musings to a halt. He crossed the room in four long strides and opened the door. Nakago was leaning against the jamb, his _expression a study in annoyed forbearance.
"If this invitation had come from anybody but cousin Yui, I swear I would take off this damn coat and go to the office to get some work done." He said, a bit sulkily.
"So don't go," Tasuki replied calmly. "I am not looking forward to your smirks and chuckles anyway- and I'm sure Yui would understand."
"Oh no- you can't get rid of me that easily." His friend retorted. "I have a feeling there is more to this party than meets the eye. Mother has been positively close-mouthed. . . and I have not heard from Clair since we returned from Cyril's wedding. Silence among the O' Bannion women is never a good sign. Then there is that conversation with Hotohori Dover. The pot is simmering."
Tasuki opened his mouth to deny Nakago's suspicions, and then promptly snapped it shut. Something was going on, and he had an uneasy feeling that Missy Brooks would end up right in the middle of it. Missy... along with the debonair Hotohori Dover. ~ ~ ~*~ ~ ~
Across town at Tokaki O'Bannion's manor, Missy sat worrying her bottom lip with her front teeth.
"Stop that." Yui's reprimand brought immediate composure to Missy's face. "Now come sit down so I can finish your hair."
"I'm so consarn--" Missy quickly amended her speech. "I mean, I'm terribly nervous, Yui." She sat down in front of the French style vanity and watched her new friend's reflection in the mirror.
"You'll do fine." Yui assured her, after a heavy sigh. "You have learned a great deal these past few weeks."
"Thanks to you and Hotohori. " Missy frowned. There seemed to be even less color to the blonde's porcelain skin. "Yui-are you feeling all right?"
"Please don't fuss-you sound like Papa. Of course I am all right. Hotohori has been a dear, hasn't he?" At the abrupt change of subject, Missy tried to turn to look directly at her friend, but a sharp tug at her hair kept her in place. "Be still." Yui ordered, as she looped and fastened long russet strands. "And remember, Missy is gone. . . you are a different woman with a different name." She continued, as she braided a tiny length of pearls and a spray of small, white flowers into the side of Missy's hair.
"I do feel like a different person- I just have to remember to answer to that name when I'm called." Missy's laughter was brittle with tension.
Smiling, Yui stepped back to assess her handiwork. "Now you are ready. Go to the gazebo in the backyard, but don't let anyone see you until I introduce you to my guests. Hotohori knows what to do when he arrives."
Missy's mouth went as dry as a sun-baked arroyo. "Do you really think Ta- everyone will notice the change in me?"
Yui paused at the bedroom door. "A person would have to be stone cold dead not to notice the change in you! Missy is gone. Don't even think of yourself as Missy anymore. You are Miaka Brooks, and you are every inch a proper lady." ~ ~ ~*~ ~ ~
Downstairs, the maids effectively directed the new arrivals to the back garden, creating a steady stream of traffic through the house. The fragrance of roses wafted through the open French doors on a rain freshened spring breeze. Small tables set with crisp white linen and a crystal vase holding a single pink rosebud had been strategically placed among the flowering shrubs and sweet smelling vines.
From her perch within the gazebo, Miaka took in the magnificent, romantic garden. She peered out from among the blooms surrounding the gazebo and studied each new arrival with excitement and dread. "Miaka Brooks. . . my name is Miaka Brooks," She chanted under her breath.
A new group of arrivals spilled through the French doors and out onto the lawn. Yui stood ready to greet them. She smiled widely, but Miaka was concerned about the pale blue smudges beneath the blonde's eyes. Yui had not been getting enough rest while preparing for this party, she thought guiltily. Then Miaka's gaze fell on the cluster of new arrivals, and her heart lodged like a stone beneath her chest.
"Welcome, gentleman." Yui reached up on tiptoes to give first Nakago, then Tasuki, a peck on the cheek. "I'm so glad you could attend."
Tasuki McCarty, smiled at Yui, and then scanned the garden with narrowed eyes. Miaka drew back into the gazebo and flattened herself against a pillar, feeling like a rabbit cringing in the brush while a hawk sought her out.
"Have some refreshments, please." Yui suggested. Tasuki picked up a crystal cup of punch and brought it to his lips. He was oddly disappointed not to find Missy among the fresh faced debutantes and their escorts.
Nakago nodded towards the door. "Just as I suspected," he said with a smile.
Tasuki turned, expecting to see the elusive Miss Brooks. Instead he saw Clair O'Bannion, Nakago's elder sister, along with Patricia, and Hotohori Dover. The trio stepped into the mottled patterns of sunlight filtering through the leaves of the copper beeches.
"Nakago. . ." Clair released Hotohori's arm and made her way to them. He gown of pale blue lace and darker gray silk ruffles caught in the light. "My favorite little brother. And you must be the elusive Tasuki- it's a pleasure to meet you at last! Wasn't it a lucky thing that Yui decided to have a garden party?"
Clair obviously did not expect an answer, since she never halted her prattle long enough to receive one.
"Where is your husband?" Nakago asked, peering over her head at the door behind her.
"On a boat on his way to Australia, as of two days ago. He's helping father with some business involving Ashland Shipping." Clair's _expression made it clear that she was surprised and shocked that he had left her. "Very inconvenient timing, considering- well, no matter. I will make that announcement later." Clair's frown turned upwards into a mysterious smile.
"Mother?" Nakago frowned. "You know that Tasuki and I would have been happy to escort you and Clair."
Patricia had her arm draped lightly through Hotohori's, in a gesture of familiarity. "How sweet of you darling, but Hotohori stopped by and was dear enough to offer to take us in his carriage. There was no reason to trouble yourselves." Nakago blinked. He had never known his mother to tell an outright lie, but she had been known to bend the truth in fifty different ways. He wondered if she was doing so now.
Yui greeted the two women and Hotohori, all blond curls and happy smiles, and the tension of the moment evaporated. "It's so wonderful to see you, Aunt Patricia." She turned and looked at Hotohori. Neither Tasuki nor Nakago were sure why, but two small circles of red suddenly appeared on her cheeks as she spoke. "And you, Hotohori, thank you so much for coming." She leaned closer and lowered her voice. "We are in your debt and never could have done it without you." Tasuki frowned, wondering what that remark had meant, but he had little time to speculate as Yui turned towards the gazebo and extended one milk white hand. "Allow me to introduce Miss Miaka Brooks."
Telling herself she was indeed Miaka Brooks, Missy lifted her chin and stood straight, silently reciting every instruction Yui had given her as she emerged from her hiding place and made her way down the three shallow steps of the gazebo. She almost felt like a fairy princess when she stepped into a shaft of sunlight and her satin slippers touched the verdant turf. Conscious that she was the center of attention, she inhaled a deep breath of air freshened and sweetened by yesterday's rain, and brought her chin up one more notch. There was no turning back now... not with him watching.
Tasuki knew he was staring, bug-eyed and ill mannered, but he could not help himself. His eyes devoured the woman coming towards him and a diffused heat spread from his belly to his limbs, even as a little voice in his head reminded him that this confection was only opinionated, bullheaded Missy- nothing to get all hot and bothered about. Yet his senses questioned the voice of reason, as what he saw as a new woman smiled shyly and glanced his way.
Patricia's smile was warm with delight as she stepped forward. "Hotohori, is this what you were telling me about? My stars, you did not exaggerate. How she has blossomed. . ." Her voice trailed off as she and Hotohori walked past Tasuki towards the girl they had known as Missy.
"You look lovely, my dear, simply lovely." Patricia's eyes swept from the red shimmering hair to her satin clad toes. "Do I call you. . . Miaka?"
"Yes, if you please, ma'am. My given name is Miaka. . . and I've decided to use it." Miaka smiled.
"Your frock is stunning," Patricia exclaimed. "The soft pastel color is so becoming on you, with your shade of red hair. I never would have been so creative."
"Yui has been kind enough to allow me the use of her dressmaker," Miaka replied, carefully enunciating each word. "The two of them advised me on the most becoming shades of fabric for my coloring."
Patricia shook her head, sunlight glinting along the waves of her silvery curls. "If this is the result of a cleverly sewn frock in a proper hue, then I must change dressmakers at once." She laughed and touched Miaka's arm affectionately.
"Nonsense, Patricia, you are the most handsome woman in New York." Hotohori quickly and gallantly denied any need for her to change her couture. "As you well know." He added, sending Miaka a playful wink.
Tasuki felt his gut lurch. Hotohori's blatant flirtation with Miaka was just too much. Even as the knot in his middle tightened, he told himself it was foolish to think that Missy would never be interested in a dandified rake like Hotohori. She wouldn't have had the time of day for a man like that back home. Would she?
Miaka smiled and allowed her thick lashes to sweep over her eyes.
"Hotohori, you are shameless in your flattery." Patricia smiled again at Miaka. "But of course Miaka would already know that about the most charming bachelor New York has to offer."
Tasuki scowled at the implication, then took a deep breath, determined to get his rebellious pulse under control.
"Better be quick, the bees are at the flower." Nakago whispered behind him. Tasuki tried to come up with something scathing to say, but was distracted. Suddenly, the air had come alive with the sound of formal introductions as every unattached bachelor in the garden approached to meet Miss Miaka Brooks.
"Miss Brooks, I would be honored if you would let me take you to see the statue in our harbor. It is called 'Liberty Enlightening the World'." One tall lean, fellow with short black hair exclaimed.
"If you are not otherwise occupied, please say you will accompany me to the theater next Saturday." Another fresh faced swain pleaded, as he elbowed his way closer to Miaka.
'I don't care. My plans to not include romance or marriage or standing court with all these fawning young men.' But Tasuki's feet had begun to move before his brain fully registered the thought. He nudged his way through the circle of admirers, and by sheer persistence and a bit of brute strength, finally found himself standing at Miaka's side. He stared at her smooth, elegant shoulders, revealed by the clever bodice of her pale yellow gown, then at her hair, which was piled on her head and twined with tiny white flowers and pearls. The elaborate style made her look older and more sophisticated than he had ever thought possible.
He shook his head, as if to clear it. This was insane. He had to speak to her, to hear her fling insults at him so this magical snare would be broken.
"Miaka?" His voice was deep and husky. The sound of his undeniable interest surprised and embarrassed him.
Every nerve in Miaka's body prickled and danced; there was no mistaking the low voice that sent shivers down her spine. She drew in a breath and waited, hoping that the butterflies would leave her middle.
"Well, which is it- Miaka or Missy?" Tasuki taunted her softly. "What shall I call you?"
She turned slowly, determined not to fall into the trap he had baited. In the past she had obliged him by reacting before she thought. Not today. "I was christened Miaka Shelagh Brooks."
For a moment his smile slipped and something- she was not sure what- clouded his eyes. Then one brow lifted and he gave her the sensual, teasing smile that always made her breath catch. "Now that has a ring of the old country to it." Tasuki said, staring directly into her shimmering eyes, as he waited for her to sting him with her vitriolic tongue. When the cool and collected Miaka Brooks revealed the untamed firebrand that simmered inside the stylish yellow dress, these young swains would fall away like dried leaves. Any minute now she would start to cuss and bluster. . . but to his shock and dismay, she only smiled and swept those remarkably thick, dark lashes over her sparkling green eyes once again.
"As you say, Tasuki," She agreed demurely. "I do stick out like a sore thumb here in New York, part Irish and part Japanese- a cat's whisker from being a barbarian, wouldn't you say?"
(Author's Note: Yes, I know, it's cheesy. I actually came up with this line in a story that I wrote a few years ago, which never saw the light of day it was so bad. The original line was part Irish part Indian. . . but I had to make it fit the character. My friend thought that line was cute, so I threw it in for her. There ya go, Steph!)
Tasuki was at a loss for words. After a moment, he cleared his throat and spoke in a soft voice. "No, I wouldn't call you a barbarian, and neither would anyone else within my hearing, I assure you, Miaka." A sudden burst of possessiveness flared inside of him. He wanted to take her away, to keep the others from baying around her like hungry dogs, to have her all to himself.
His gaze locked with Miaka's. Heat rose between them like fog on a warm April morning.
'Breathe, you idiot...breathe!' A voice inside his head shouted.
"So tell me how you ended up being Missy all these years." Hotohori's voice broke the enchantment as the young man smoothly insinuated himself between them. Tasuki felt something start to burn in the pit of his stomach.
Miaka's lips curled up a little at the corners. It wasn't really a smile, but seeing her look at Hotohori in such a friendly way grated on Tasuki's nerves.
"My youngest brother, Seth, could never quite get his tongue around Miaka Shelagh. It always came out like 'Missy'. Soon everyone was calling me that. Back home there would be no chance of changing it, but here in New York. . . I've decided to put little Missy aside." Miaka glanced at Tasuki from under the fringe of her lashes. "I'm a grown woman now and it's high time everyone realized it."
"It's a lovely name, if you don't mind me commenting." Hotohori moved closer yet.
'If Hotohori gets any closer he will be touching the edge of her skirt.'
Tasuki told himself he was being a fool, but he also took a step nearer. Miaka tilted her head and glanced at him again.
"The name suits you, Miaka." Hotohori continued.
"I'm very glad you approve, Mr. Dover." Miaka lowered her lashes once again.
"Please, call me Hotohori."
"I'm not sure that would be proper. Do you think so, Tasuki?" She looked directly at him, and Tasuki felt as if he had been poked by a branding iron. "You are so much more knowledgeable about the way things are done in the city. Would it be proper to call Mr. Dover by his given name?"
"Absolutely not." He said coolly. "You do not know the man well enough." Miaka shrugged and sighed. "Then I suppose you cannot call me Hotohori- yet. I am giving you fair warning, Miss Brooks, I intend for us to become much better acquainted." Hotohori smiled winningly.
Tasuki's mind had begun to spin like a dust devil sweeping across the prairie. It was all he could do to stop himself from dragging Miaka through the French doors, on through the house and into the nearest carriage. Each time Miaka smiled at Hotohori something hot and liquid poured through his chest.
'What is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? Is it jealousy? It hurts like the devil, so it sure as hell can't be love.'
"Now Miaka- pardon. I mean, Miss Brooks, let's you and I find a quiet, private corner so you can tell me more about yourself" Hotohori moved close enough for his thigh to crush her full skirt in a way that was almost intimate. "We never finished our conversation the other evening."
'The other evening?' Tasuki's eyes widened. Damn it all to hell, this had gone on long enough. He took a step forward, prepared to bodily remove Hotohori Dover. But Patricia suddenly appeared and looped her hand through his arm. " Nakago is looking for you" She said, gently tugging him away, leaving Hotohori standing at Miaka's side. "Come have a cup of punch with us and let Hotohori get to know Miaka better." Tasuki went, but his head remained fixed looking back over his shoulder at Hotohori and Miaka, until the muscles in his neck pinched and cramped in protest. Patricia smiled inwardly. She had seen Missy's possibilities when they first met at Cyril's wedding, but thanks to Yui, everyone else now did as well. It made Patricia happy to think that she could help Miaka by finding a suitable young man. Yui had performed magic upon her, and some young swain would sweep her off her feet in quick fashion, offering her a life of culture and comfort in the city.
"Mother, Nakago. . . I have a surprise for you." Clair smiled widely as they approached. "Rossmore and I discussed it before he left. We were going to wait to tell you, but. . ."
"Tell us what?" Patricia's forehead crinkled. "What have you been keeping from us? Are you ill?"
"No, I am not in need of medical attention, at least not in the way you mean, Mother." Clair smiled at Nakago, as she took a seat in a nearby chair. "In six months, you will be a grandmother, and you, Nakago, will be an uncle."
Patricia's mouth fell open. For a full minute she held her stunned pose, and then she knelt beside Clair, unmindful of what the position on the lawn was doing to the delicate fabric of her gown. "A grandchild? My very own grandchild? Oh, Clair, this is wonderful. This is more than wonderful." Her eyes filled with happy tears.
"Ross and I were not sure how you and daddy would take it. I hope you don't mind- I mean, does it make you feel old?"
"It makes me feel splendid! Donovan will be as delighted as I am. I cannot tell you how he has longed for a tyke to bounce on his knee." Patricia's bottom lip quivered. "But dear, how do you feel? Are you all right?"
"Actually, I feel better than I ever have." Clair smiled wider.
"Nakago, call for a carriage at once." Patricia stood up, unaware of the grass stain on her gown. "I want to go home with Clair right away."
Her son smiled. "Do you mind if I ride along as far as the office?"
"Not at all, but don't dawdle." Patricia smiled and dabbed at her moist eyes.
Tasuki was only half-listening; his interest had transferred from Clair to Miaka, as he heard Miaka laugh. Hotohori was leaning close, whispering something in her ear. "That is wonderful news, Clair, congratulations!" He offered weakly, wishing that he could stalk over to Dover and ask him what he thought he was doing. But as much as he wanted to, good manners prevented him from doing anything but stand where he was, with a false smile pasted on his face.
Two hours later the party was in full swing, the news of Clair's pregnancy adding an extra dash of festivity to the crowd. Yui took a moment from her duties as hostess and found Miaka. "See, I told you it would be fine."
"Yes, you did." Miaka studied Yui's face closely. There was almost no color to her cheeks. "Yui, I do think you should sit down for a moment." Worry for her friend, and guilt over all the party preparations, nudged at the corners of her mind. "You look pale. Are you feeling unwell?"
"Stop worrying over me. You are supposed to mingle and meet new people, be adored by young bachelors and let 'some people' see that you can be a lady." Yui smiled, but the _expression seemed tired. "Besides, once I have fulfilled my part of the bargain you have to begin teaching me to sit a horse!"
"You know I will." Miaka caught Hotohori's eye across the lawn and within a moment he approached, chair in hand. "Listen to Miaka, Yui- you need to rest a bit." He admonished gently.
Yui smiled up at him. "Thank you. I believe I will, since neither of you will be satisfied until I do." She slid into the chair. "I never realized you were so gallant, Mr. Dover."
"Then it's high time you start appreciating me. I am far more than meets the eye." Hotohori waggled his thin brows. "You know, Yui, there are some new animals brought into the zoological exhibit at prospect park in Brooklyn. Would you allow me to take you there tomorrow morning?"
"Well. . ." Yui looked at Miaka. "Only if Miaka comes with us. It wouldn't feel right without her, and besides, papa would have a fit if I were not chaperoned."
"I have been tagging along with you far too much." Miaka replied teasingly. "But if you insist..."
"Then it is settled." Hotohori grinned. "I have an engagement at my club at seven, but as soon as I am finished, I will bring my carriage around." His smile widened. "Why don't I bring a picnic lunch? We can make an entire day of it."
"That sounds absolutely wonderful." Yui glanced admiringly at Hotohori for half a minute, and then lowered her eyes. "If you'll excuse me, I must see to my guests." Placing her hands on the arms of the chair, she attempted to rise, but swayed unsteadily and sagged back into the chair as a wave of dizziness folded over her.
"My goodness, Yui, you are certainly not well!" Miaka exclaimed, as she watched the remaining color drain from Yui's face. "You stay here, I'll go fetch your father."
"Nonsense." Yui shrugged off Hotohori's gently restraining hand. "Don't get papa, I am fine- just a little lightheaded is all." She struggled to her feet- then suddenly crumpled like a broken china doll.
"Oh no! Yui! " Miaka cried out, as her friend slid to the ground.
Her outcry immediately caught Tasuki's attention. He paused long enough to see Miaka kneel beside Yui and tenderly lift her friend's head into her lap, then turned and hurried toward the house, yelling for Tokaki as he went.
"Fetch the physician!" Tokaki barked at a maid when he had been informed. He plunged out of the house to the garden and burst through the circle of guests that had gathered around Miaka and Yui.
"Yui. . . oh Yui...." Miaka gently cradled her friend in the folds of her full skirt. Her fingers stroked the silky blond hair.
Yui's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled weakly. "I am not hurt. Please do not worry about me."
Tokaki dropped down beside Miaka and gathered his daughter into his arms, with Tasuki right behind him. "If you don't mind, Tasuki, would you see that our guests make their way to their carriages?" He asked gruffly, before turning an accusing stare to Miaka. "I knew this would happen! I told her that she was doing too much!"
"Papa, stop it." Smiling weakly, Yui reached a slender hand to take Miaka's fingers. "Don't listen to him, Miaka. I have enjoyed myself more than I can tell you."
"That is no excuse for your friend to take advantage of your delicate condition!" Tokaki growled.
"There is no need for worry. I will be fine." Yui stated. She looked at Miaka, whose eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "But I'm afraid we shall have to postpone your half of our agreement for a little while longer."