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Chapter 12: a moment of folly, five years of absence

Five years later

Shivering, from anticipation or from fear, he didn't know, but he had come back, that's for sure.

Tezuka, I am back.

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The tall and brown-haired man strode across the office arrogantly. There were many who had admired his tall and distinguished looks, some who were jealous of him, few who dared crossed him. He was the highest active executive and no one should forget that.

He was well-respected for his powerful capability within the company and he was well-loved for his charming abilities within the bedrooms of the ladies. He was well-received by all the matrons of the upper-society he lived in. Old and new acquaintances sought his presence and tried to rub off him. He was after all; the most prominent bachelor and every ambitious mama wanted him for their daughters.

Sometimes he was saved by his good friend, Ann-san, but sometimes, he was simply left to fend for himself in the company of all the greedy mamas and simpering young ladies. Tonight, he was supposed to attend this party his old friend and junior, Ryoma Ezichen was holding in his penthouse. Ryoma was going to get leg-shackled tomorrow and tonight would his bachelor night.

For so long, Ezichen had resisted his lecherous father and gone on with his life, swearing that he would not marry for looks and size only. What he didn't expect was that he would so soon fall into the fast-moving river of love. Eiji Kikumaru, who had always teased the arrogant brat and always been there for him, finally had his feelings reciprocated. He was pleasantly stunned that Ryoma had readily accepted his proposal and agreed to marry him.

Trying to finish a week's worth of work was a taxing work, but he wanted a break from all these weary tasks, and God knows he deserved and needed it. His boss, the mysterious Dan Chou was always wise in using the talents he had and Tezuka's workload from him was the best proof of his capability.

He sighed again. Fuji, I missed you so much.

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Neon Nostrad Tezuka was pacing her room. Her hands ached from clenching and opening them again and again. She was meeting her lover again, but she wasn't interested in any romantically-related topic, no, she was here to talk about her son, their son.

Damn you! Kuroro, where are you?

As she was angrily pacing the luxuriously decorated room, her thoughts swiveled back and fro between her son and her lover. She was worried, her son was working so hard in his company, and what did he do, he gave her son more work, what a doting father, she thought with a sneer.

He stepped into the room and smiled when he caught sight of the pacing woman, twenty five years hadn't taught her patience.

Calmly, as if he wasn't going to meet the woman he loved with his soul and couldn't have, he walked into the room. Moving directly to the mini bar in the room, he poured a glass of sherry.

She looked at the incorrigible man, who had her heart for so long, yet never knew it nor act upon it. Now, when she wanted to see him, telling him specifically, that it was to talk about their son, he had acted like his usual self, a JERK!

Walking, no perhaps stalking was more appropriate, she went to his side and was about to open her to give him a piece of her mind, her ruby lips were immediately captured in a kiss. Her anger and anxiety disappeared the moment her lips touched his. Clichéd it may seem, but somehow, in this man's arms, she felt special, she was special. Nothing mattered, nothing save him and their closeness.

She had never regretted loving this man and giving him a son, but what she regretted was her decision to marry Kuroto Tezuka. Never had she thought that her marriage to her husband would mean a lifetime of torture. She never thought she would lose to a mere flower lady, she never thought she would lose to Kuroro.

Shivering with love for this man, with his inky black hair and eyes, he was the dream she lived this past twenty-five years. Yet, never once, not even during their rendezvous, had he spoken of any love for her. She was a beauty when she was twenty, now she was still a sight to behold, with her trim waist and her fine features, which only enhanced with age. She was sure that she was still attractive to both young and old, but Kuroro never sighed over her beauty, never fawned over her charm or fell at her feet pledging love and undying feelings. No, all he did was smile and gathered her in his arms. That was what he need to do to make her forget herself, forget the world and her loveless marriage.

Reminding herself that she was here for business, she ruthlessly pushed from his arms and crossed her arms over her chest. Tapping the carpeted floor with her five-hundred dollars sandals, she presented a charming yet lethal image. She was now the president of a multi-million company, she was ruthless, she was calculating and she was the boss.

Kuroro sighed; he knew that whenever she went into that mode, no monkey business, no sire, it would be all work and no fun. However, grudgingly, he admired this woman, who he loved so long and so well, was a formidable business-lady. With her pin-sharp accruement, she had bought and sold several companies, each one earned her several millions. She seemed to be able to see which company was in danger of bankrupting itself, and bought it over with the lowest market price, sent in her trusty managers and executives, regenerated it and sold it at the highest market price. What a lady, what a woman and what an opponent.

They had been competing firms for ages, yet they never bankrupt each other, not even her husband's, which was a pity. The challenges they each posed to one another only made the other party strived and advanced even faster. What an odd pair they made, he mused, but he never regretted seducing her when she was but a green girl. He had found peace and love with her. Now, he was satisfied to see his son growing to become more and more like his parents. Kunimitsu, how he wished to see his face and tell him openly of his true heritage, he wanted to tell him that his real name should have been Kunimitsu Lucifer.

But for now, he was satisfied to know of his progress and soon, he was thinking of sending in his most trusted executives from his headquarters in York Shin. Perhaps not all, for Kunimitsu to learn the reins, perhaps it would only take one…he gave a bark of laughter when he thought of his most psychotic executive. Yes, it would only take him to prepare Kunimitsu.

With that idea lodged in his mind, he turned to face his love, gently steering her towards the seat, he prepared himself for the foray his beloved love had prepared. What a perfect plan, and what a perfect master to teach his little son some realities.

"Nani?" he asked in his soft and silky voice, "tutor your son? Dan Chou, you are so kind…but are you not afraid that I might enjoy destroying him?" his sensual mouth turned up in a mocking leer.

"I wanted Kunimitsu to be the best, with my genes, he might already be the best, but I want…a little of polishing," Kuroro smiled with his usual nonchalance, "perhaps, you might not be able to destroy him as easily as you thought…" he let the juicy bait dangled in front of the bloodthirsty man.

For four years now, he had been constantly challenged by this man. He was so determined to prove that he was better than the mysterious Dan Chou, at every meeting, every Appraisal of Proposal, he always say the most outrageous things, his challenges so obvious within his eyes.

Hysoka ran his tongue along his lips, he was envisioning a man with the Dan Chou's abilities and he almost cried out in anticipation. He had wanted to challenge the Dan Chou, since that was still impossible as Dan Chou had somehow managed to sidestep all his challenges. A little appetizer would be nice, he thought with his usual mocking grin.

"Fine, I accept it…" running a loving hand over his recently dyed-orange hair, he turned and walked towards the door, "Dan Chou."

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Tezuka junior couldn't believe his eyes or ears when the impeccably-dressed man announced that he was his sempai and would be his tutor, at the Dan Chou's order of course.

He was outraged, he was angered, he wanted to ask that rude man to leave, but he couldn't, without risking the Dan Chou's wrath. So, begrudging he asked the man to be seated and submitting himself to the scrutiny.

Nodding to himself as if he was satisfied with the good he was inspecting, he proceeded to list out the training he had prepared for him.

What a delicious treat, so grumpy, so innocent and so young if Tezuka had heard what he was thinking, he would be a dead man by now. He was willing now to train this man to become the next Dan Chou. He deserved it and he, Hysoka would make sure he could do it. With all intents to irritate him, he talked to him as if he was a retarded five year-old. He watched Tezuka's limit reached, stretched and finally snapped, silently chuckling.

With a cold stare and a finger pointing the door, he directed Hysoka out of the room. Yet, that infuriating man walked towards him and closed in on him. His heart pounded so hard, he was surprised that he didn't hear it. This feeling, was so familiar, he had felt the same with…Fuji. The name no longer brought him to tears, no, now, all there was, was but a lingering sense of grief.

"Ma…matte, Nani…" he sputtered when Hysoka was directly in front of him and he had to look up to look into his hypnotizing eyes. His beautifully-chiseled face filled his entire vision as he could felt the hot breathe on his face. He wanted to shove from him, yet his legs refused to obey.

As if eons had passed, finally Hysoka's lips found his, so warm, he thought, so like Fuji's…allowing himself to be drawn into the kiss, he felt his tightly-curled fingers relaxed and his eyes started to drop.

Fuji…Hysoka…Fuji…Fuji…

For a while, he thought that he was in Fuji's arms again, the feeling was so familiar, although the owner of this pair of lips was entirely different from Fuji. Fuji was gentle, Hysoka was brutal, Fuji was kind, Hysoka thrived on pain but both felt so similar…tears stung his eyes…

Fuji…Fuji…Fuji…

"Tezuka-sama, Fuji-sama is here to…oh my god…gom…gomen…" the secretary sputtered at the kissing couple.

As if jerked from a trance, Tezuka torn his burning lips from the now smiling ones, he looked up and saw him…Fuji had came home. And he was staring at his swollen lips and somehow Tezuka wanted to explain, to clarify, to…say sorry…

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Fuji turned, his inside so cold, again…why after so long, I can still hurt…why is it always you, Kunimitsu, who managed to make me feel again…why do I always have to see the evidence that you never love me…what a silly fool I still am…

"Fuji, maten…" matte…I can explain…I can…I think…

Author's note: gomen ne, I was being influence by my certain friend, so I am currently watching Hunter x Hunter…sugoi ne! I think I will slowly introduce other characters in as well, due to my friend's relentless persuading I put in Hysoka to be one of the main characters…frankly speaking I like Hysoka too, but Killua was sugoi too…but he is too young to appear as a main character…so he should be a minor one for this fiction…next one I guess…but please tell me if you like the crossover… not like I would change if you don't like it, but please…like it…and do watch Hunter x Hunter…one word…SUGOI!

Perhaps everyone think that I would end this story in my usual style, but I am not sure, I was thinking of a happy ending with all the sappy stuff…ha…perhaps you guys can tell me if you like a happy ending or angst? Perhaps alternate endings…? Do tell me, and I will see how I will continue this story…

And don't worry, this story won't end so soon, I promise my friend…so stay tuned…I guess I said this last chapter…but still…stay tuned…ha…JA NE…!