Author: Bradybunch4529
Rating PG-13 to R
Disclaimers: Not mine in any way. Just borrowingthem for awhile.
Summary: AU Modern Kaoru is considered a piano virtuoso and Battousai is a leading mob boss. What happens when the two worlds collide?
Reviewers: I want to thank everyone who reviewed. I was going to respond to everyone but I realized I had over 30 reviews! You guys are the greatest ever. So thanks so much and I hope that this chapter is as good as the last one.
Chapter 5: Ambush"Miss Kamiya how has your first trip to Japan been?" The female reporter smiled at Kaoru, her dark brown eyes bored and disinterested. Kaoru could almost feel the woman's anger over the fact that she was stuck interviewing a pianist.
"I've enjoyed myself immensely," Kaoru assured the woman. Her own blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "I've met several interesting people. Several of which I am sure that I will never forget."
"Any possibility that you met someone who can steal you away from your bodyguard?" The reporter asked intently, eyes beginning to sparkly at the thought of a scoop.
"No one could ever do that," Kaoru replied casually with a laugh. "Sou is very special to me."
"Really?" The woman asked with a raised eyebrow. "Last night your father and Kenshin Himura created quite a scene," she mused as she watched Kaoru carefully for any reaction.
"Kenshin Himura?" Kaoru questioned with a frown. Her brown was creased in confusion and her eyes thoughtful. "Who's that?" She asked the reporter innocently.
"The man you danced with last night," the reporter replied doubtfully. "Didn't you know?"
"I had never met him before," Kaoru assured the woman. Her blue eyes innocent and guileless as they met the reporters' dark eyes. "He was just a nice man that wanted to dance with me."
"Never mind," the reporter mumbled and continued on with her questions. "So where are you headed next?"
"Paris," Kaoru responded. "I'm giving a concert at the Eiffel Tower. It's an anniversary or so I've been told."
"Is it a benefit too?"
"No," Kaoru shook her head, her dark hair curling around her face as a gentle smile touched her lips. "I accepted the invitation for yesterdays concert because I believe in the charity. The Paris concert was already scheduled."
"Well we are thrilled that you could fit us in," the reporter assured Kaoru with a huge smile.
"Completely my pleasure," Kaoru responded with a huge smile. Her blue eyes twinkled as she brushed her hair out of her face.
"And when the tour ends are there any projects pending?"
"I'm planning on a bit of a break. Though I do have to finish up a CD that I am getting ready to release. And there are a couple compositions that I am currently working on."
"Will it be available in Japan?"
"I have been told that it will be," Kaoru smiled at the reporter. "But truthfully I don't really keep track of that stuff. That's what my dad does." She shrugged lightly and laughed. "I concentrate on the music and dad makes sure that I get paid for it."
"Of course," the reporter replied. Her dark eyes disinterested again as she turned back to the camera. She quickly wrapped up the interview, thanking Kaoru for taking the time to talk to her.
The moment the camera's quit rolling and Kaoru had shaken the reporters hand, she was heading off of the stage. Soujiro appeared out of the shadows reaching out to take her hand. Kaoru slipped her hand into his and allowed him to draw her close. She could feel herself relaxing as his warmth soaked into her. Soujiro guided her easily through the personnel and the equipment littering the ground beyond the stage. Kaoru blinked slightly, dazed from the sudden change from the bright lights to the relative darkness beyond it.
"You were great," Soujiro assured her with a smile. His breath warm against her forehead as his arm wrapped around her waist.
"At least she was the last one," Kaoru murmured in reply, tilting her head so that her lips brushed his ear. "I don't think I could take another reporter asking me about Kenshin Himura." Kaoru eyes closed as she tried to ignore the pounding beginning just behind her right eye. "I really am beginning to hate that man."
"Couldn't tell at all," Soujiro told her. "Your innocent routine was perfect and no one could tell that you actually knew him."
"That's the reason I love you Sou," Kaoru told him with a sigh as he opened up her dressing room door. "You always know just what to say."
Kaoru relaxed visibly as the door clicked closed behind her and Soujiro. The relative silence of the dressing room was a relief after the noise. The staring was beginning to get to her and the innuendos behind their questions were quickly reaching annoying proportions. Add in the situation with Kenshin Himura and Kaoru was quickly reaching her breaking point.
She rolled her head on her shoulders, trying to loosen the muscles. Her hand reached up and began to rub the back of her neck, fingers digging into the muscles in a vain attempt to bring some relief. Then Soujiro's hands were there, moving her own out of the way and taking over. His long fingers began to dig into skin, working at the knots he found. Her head fell forward allowing greater access to her neck and back as Soujiro continued to rub and soothe. Her blue eyes fluttered closed and a moan escaped her lips as her muscle slowly relaxed.
"God that feels good," Kaoru groaned as he worked out a particularly tight knot.
"If you would sleep some you wouldn't be this tight," Soujiro scolded her gently.
"We've only got a couple more concerts and then we'll be home," Kaoru told him with a sigh. "That will help. And maybe we could go a couple rounds tonight."
"If you wish," Soujiro responded cheerfully. "You get the gunk off of your face and I'll go make sure that the car is ready to go," he ordered as he patted her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Maybe we can stop and get a treat," he told her with a grin as her eyes met his in the mirror.
"Ohhh ice cream," Kaoru teased with a smile, brushing hair back from her face. "You do know how to tempt me."
Soujiro just smiled and quietly left the room. Kaoru watched him go, her blue eyes warm as she contemplated him. He had been apart of her life for so long that Kaoru couldn't imagine not having him with her. She had met him when she had turned 10 years old, a friend of her fathers; he hadn't become her bodyguard on a regular basis until she turned 16. She could still remember when her father had told her.
"He's going to be my what?" Kaoru asked incredulously. Her blue eyes stunned as she looked from her father's cool gold eyes to Soujiro's smiling blue ones.
"Your bodyguard," Saitoh told her easily, smoke curling from the cigarette in his hands.
"Why do I need a bodyguard?" Kaoru asked dazedly. Her eyes looking between the two men as she continued, "I haven't had one before."
"You're going to start touring fulltime. No breaks for school and there will be times your mother and I can't be with you." Saitoh nodded at Soujiro, "Seta is going to make sure that you are going to be safe at all times."
"But…" Kaoru started only to stop when Soujiro touched her arm.
"It's for the best Miss Kaoru," Soujiro told her. His blue eyes were warm and twinkling as they met her confused blue ones, "and I'm sure that we'll have fun."
"That's not the point," Kaoru gritted out. Her blue eyes beginning to burn as she glared at the two men, "this is total bullshit! It makes no sense whatsoever."
"Whether it makes sense to you is not an issue," Saitoh told her calmly. "You will have a bodyguard and you will listen to him at all times."
"But Dad!" Kaoru protested.
"Enough," Saitoh held up his hand. "Discussion is now closed. Soujiro Seta is now your bodyguard and from this point on you will not leave his sight."
With that Saitoh waved them both away and Kaoru got to her feet slowly, her mind still in an uproar over what had just happened. She just didn't understand why her father would decide this without any warning. She had gone to concerts by herself before, and even spent months away from both of her parents. So why now?
"Miss Kaoru?" Soujiro questioned gently. He shut the door behind them gently, blue eyes fixed on Kaoru's face. The confusion and dazed disbelief sparked a strange feeling in him. It had been too long since he had felt anything that it took him by surprise. Was it possible that he was starting to feel guilty? No he decided. It was simply because looking at Kaoru reminded him of what he had lost all those years ago. Saitoh Hajime was being kind enough to allow him to repay the child in front of him. And Soujiro was determined to do that.
"Yes?" Kaoru responded slowly.
"It will be alright," he assured her.
"Of course," Kaoru nodded and walked away from him.
Poor Soujiro Kaoru decided now. He just didn't know what to do and she definitely hadn't helped him at all. Constantly questioning his authority and pushing her luck. She like to think she was older and wiser now but she knew that the turning point came when Sou had gotten very very sick. After everything she had learned Kaoru had never been able to look at him the same. Now he was the best friend she had ever had.
Kaoru focused on her reflection eyes absently noting the garish amount of make up on her face. While it appeared understated when under the bright lights on stage once under regular lights, Kaoru appeared like a hooker looking for a good time. She rolled her eyes at her reflection and stuck at her tongue. Kaoru absently hated make up. "Nasty shit," she muttered under her breath as she reached for the cleansing cream on the make up table.
The cream was used to remove all make up comfortably and without scrubbing. Soujiro had found it for her and now Kaoru wouldn't go anywhere without it. She twisted the cap off and dipped her fingers into the cool cream. She placed the container back on the table and leaned towards the mirror, fingers beginning to spread the cream across her face.
As she did so her mind began to drift. She found herself remembering the events of the past couple of days. Glowing amber eyes floated before her and Kaoru could almost see him standing in front of her. "Cocky son of a bitch," Kaoru muttered under her breath as she got more cream from the container. She concentrated on spreading the cream across her face.
It was cool against her skin and soothed as she slowly worked it into her skin. Her long fingers spread it across her neck and face. Her eyes fluttered closed as she began to spread it over and around her eyes. She took care to make sure that it didn't get into her eyes. With a practiced movement she put the lid back on the container and reached for the tissues. A frown crossed her face when she realized that the tissues weren't where she expected them to be.
A hand on her face took her by surprise and Kaoru tried to jerk away. But the hand cupped her chin gently, turning her to face whoever it was and began to wipe the cream from her face. She relaxed into the chair and let Soujiro remove the cream from her face. She hadn't heard him come in but he must have. His fingers were warm on her chin as his other hand stroked firmly over her face and removed all traces of the cream.
Kaoru sighed as she enjoyed this familiar routine. Once he was convinced that she wasn't going to move away, the fingers on her chin fell away and he moved closer to her. His hand tangling her hair as he tilted her face to get up under her chin. Kaoru tilted her head back against the chair as he carefully removed the cream from her neck.
A pleasant feeling of lassitude was spreading through her as his fingers stroked over her cleaned skin. Warmth flowed where his fingers touched and soothed. For a second a feeling of unease over took Kaoru and she was tempted to open her eyes. But the cream was still heavy on her eyes and Kaoru could explain her reaction away. While she knew that she had never reacted that way to Soujiro before it had been a very stressful couple of days. It was perfectly possible that Kaoru was reacting this way because she craved the normalcy of her feelings for Soujiro.
Finally Soujiro began to wipe the cream off of her eyes, taking special care not to get any trapped in her lashes. As he finished her eyes remained closed, listening as he threw the tissues away and replaced the box. Then his hands were rubbing her temples and her scalp, easing away the last of her headache and Kaoru moaned again. She felt him shift closer, moving between her legs, his warmth surrounding her.
Then her eyes flew open as his lips touched hers, coating them with the tip of his tongue. Her stunned blue eyes met burning amber and she tried to pull away. But the hands tangling in her hair prevent all movement as his lips moved against hers. She wrapped her hands around Kenshin's wrists, trying to break his hold.
Kenshin simply moved closer, crowding in further between her open legs and causing her skirt to slip further up her thighs. Koaru's eyes widened when she realized that she had automatically made room for him when she had thought he was Soujiro. She could feel herself beginning to panic as his tongue swept into her mouth. Warmth was beginning to spread through her, an ache that she had never felt before throbbing low in her middle. She finally managed to turn her head away and his lips moved gently across her cheek.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Kaoru demanded breathlessly. She did her best to ignore the way she wanted to melt into his embrace and the desire that was pulsing through her. She bit back a groan as he bit her earlobe before soothing it with his tongue.
"Why I came to see you of course," Battousai whispered in her ear. His breath was warm against her skin as he made his way down.
"Stop that," Kaoru ordered as Kenshin moved her head slightly and began to place kisses on her neck. "Get out!" She commanded desperately as he sucked on her neck.
"I'm enjoying myself too much," Battousai assured her as his lips began to nibble on her neck. "Besides you would miss me too much."
"I would not!" Kaoru flashed at him, trying to keep from melting into his embrace.
"Did I tell you how much I like this skirt?" Battousai asked as he moved away to look into her burning blue eyes.
"What are you…?" Kaoru started only to break off as his left hand began to ease its way under her skirt and up her leg. She screeched and slammed her hand down on top of his, trapping his hand under hers.
"It does show your legs off to perfection," Battousai assured her before claiming her lips again.
"I didn't pick it for you," Kaoru told him as she moved her head out of the way.
"You should fight so hard my little birdie," Battousai told her. "It's just going to prolong things."
Battousai caught Kaoru's lips again. This time her lips had been parted to protest his statement and his tongue swept past her teeth. He was drowning in her taste and the way that she felt against him. Battousai wanted to get lost in her. He knew it would take years before he was able to identify all the tastes and sounds that she made. He felt a wave of satisfaction when her blue eyes fluttered closed and her arms wrapped around his neck.
He dragged her closer until she was perched on the edge of the chair and pressed fully against him. A moan broke from her throat and her fingers were tangling in his hair, trying to press him closer. One hand was wrapped around her back, splaying against her midback and holding her steady as his other hand tangled in her long black locks. He tilted her head back, turning it slightly so that he could take the kiss deeper. Battousai lost himself in the flames that only this woman could create in him. He couldn't wait until he could finally claim her.
But he couldn't do that just yet. So he pulled back slowly, nipping at her lips. He set her away from him slightly, missing her warmth already. A groan worked its way from his throat as he saw the picture that she made.
Her white skin was flushed, hair in a disarray around her face and her lips swollen from the force of his kisses. A small bruise was beginning to show on her collarbone from his earlier foray. Her eyes slowly blinked open and he almost said to hell with waiting and took her. Dazed blue eyes, slumberous with desire met his own. A small smile graced her lips and Battousai knew that he had to leave now or he wouldn't.
He lipped from the room, moving quickly into the shadow just as Soujiro returned. A smirk twisted his lips as Battousai merged with the shadows and a he realized that didn't even note his presence. He moved quickly down the hall, easily avoiding detection as he made his way out. The bright sunlight was a shock after the dimness of the building.
His Porsche was sill where he had left it. Parked in a no parking zone, the red finish gleaming in the bright sunlight. He hopped the door slipping into the drivers seat. His right hand twisted the key in the ignition as his left hand slipped on his sunglasses. The ignition growled to life before settling into a throaty purr. Habit had him reaching for the seatbelt and securing that around him before he slipped the car in reverse.
His thighs flexed beneath his blacks as he worked the gas and the clutch with ease. He put the car into first and guided the car from the parking lot. His mind already drifting back over what he had seen.
It was obvious that Kaoru didn't believe him after he had threatened to kill the next man that touched her. But Battousai couldn't say that he was surprised. After all Kaoru and Soujiro had been together for five years. Any contact between them was habit at this time. He wondered what he was going to have to do to break that habit. Or even if he could.
Her outfit was designed to raise the blood pressure of any guy that looked at her. The red skirt was simple in the extreme, the waist smooth and simple. Just under her hips the skit was gathered into multiple pleats that ended mid thigh. Her top was white with a v-neck that had glittering beads of silver and white. Simple, sweet and sensual.
Battousai's finger clenched on the steering wheel as he remembered how the reporters had gone after Kaoru. Even though she had handled it beautifully. Even though she had been whiter than normal and had dark bags under her eyes that make up could not hide. He had wanted to comfort her and hide her from everything. Instead he had been forced to watch as Soujiro had comforted her between reporters and then swept her into her dressing room.
He had bit back a growl as he wondered what they were doing in there. Especially considering her last statement before the door clicked closed behind them. He waited to see if Soujiro would leave her alone. When he had finally left Battousai had almost crowed in triumph.
If his little birdie was going to react like that to an unplanned seduction. How would she react to a planned one? Battousai couldn't wait to find out.
A/N: Bet you thought that I had forgotten huh? But my old computer died and I had a virus on my back up disk for my stories. So I lost this chapter twice. I am really sorry that I made you wait this long. I hope that this makes up for it. Let me know what you think and as always thanks for stopping by.