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lack the ownership of my cookie. It is mine! You can't have it! Stay away!
::Shakes fist::
Author's Note: It's been a bit, sorry about the wait and everything it's just that I couldn't get on ff.net for a while, and I don't know why. Anyway, I apologize, but this installment is going to be shorter than its antecedents due to um . . . the evil pigeons that beat up my muses. They did! It was a huge gang of 'em! They totally wailed on my muses and THEN they stole my cookie! Remember, the cookie I told no one to steal in the disclaimer. Yeah! That's right! They stole it from me! Anyway, Happy Readings!
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Chapter: 3
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A surge of emotions seemed to poor from Kai's delicate eyes, and it took my breath away. Radiating from him, I felt want, need, the urge to take out frustration, and the obvious yearning for the touch of another. I was captivated by all of these, interested; he intrigued me. Suddenly, my hazy mind began sewing together thin, complex threads of critical thoughts and ideas, all centering around one, Kai Hiwatari.
It was strange how I had never taken more of a notice to him. What had stopped me before? Kai was attractive, I had admitted it several times, but he had never grabbed my attention quite the way he did that evening. There was something so terribly alluring about him, something about those crimson pools, and the way they focused so intensely upon me. They were filled with fire, a strange, rejuvenating passion that caused my heart to pound and my skin to tingle. It was passion in so many forms: passion for hate, passion for touch, and passion for lust.
I could have stayed there for hours on end, just staring into his eyes and trying to solve the enigma that was Kai. Unfortunately, I became acutely aware of a foreign hand working its way further up my leg. I then remembered the irritating person who I had been associating with in a meaningless, drunken conversation; however, with Kai's arrival I felt more sober and was forced to break my eye contact with him in order to, politely, tell the person (it turned out to be a girl) to fuck off. At first she seemed a little stunned, but she was drunk too and couldn't have been any more fazed than the alcohol had all ready made her; she wandered off to go find someone else to cling to for the night.
I then turned my attention back to the entrance but was disappointed to find a vacancy where my puzzle had once been standing. I sighed, defeated and sunk down into my chair. The previous feeling of soberness seemed to flee from me, and that inebriated fog came wafting back to take its place.
I'm not consummately certain how long I sat in my seat staring off into an empty space. Once again, the numbness felt wonderful. To feel nothing was bliss; to see nothing was bliss. So, for those of you who can't ascertain the meaning of the previous sentence, allow me to reiterate: I was feeling blissful, I was in a content and happy place in my mind, I was in a state of bliss, experiencing a positive emotion, it could be heavenly, akin to paradise. And for those of you who are still confused, I was feeling pretty damn good. Moving right along.
Suddenly, the sound of a chair scratching against the floor brought me out of my stupefied moment, and I looked up to be greeted by the sight of Kai Hiwatari, whose eyes, I noticed, were still cold, and emotionless . . . but they were glassy. I scooted up in my seat, nearly managing to tumble out of it in the process, and grinned less than charmingly at Kai. He merely stared at me in return, so I stared back.
I'm not sure if I did so for a reason or not, because, once again, my mind is vague on that part of the night.
We stayed staring at one another for a while, before we were cordially interrupted by a very cheerful, somewhat slurred, "S' Kai!"
Both he and I looked up at the voice's owner, and I chuckled. Tyson had his arm thrown limply over Max's shoulder, his body swaying slightly and bumping up against Maxie's. The blonde sighed and rolled his sapphire eyes.
"I think I had better get Tyson home, Rei," he told me.
I grinned. "It's lookin' that way."
"What about you?" Max asked.
I happened to glance over at Kai, and I saw a glimpse of his eyes. They were burning again. Making up my mind quickly, I looked back to Max. "No, man, I'm gunna hang out here for a while longer. Kai'll take me home, won't ya?" I turned my eyes to Kai again. He nodded slowly, his gaze staring steadily, meaningfully at me.
Tyson giggled and began swaying fecklessly, causing Max to nearly lose his balance. He sighed in a mixture of irritation and amusement.
"Okay then," Max said. He looked at Kai apologetically. "Sorry to cut the evening so short Kai, but thanks for carting Rei's drunk ass home, I appreciate it."
Kai mumbled something that sounded like, "It's fine, no problem."
While he did that, I took a moment to throw a not so intimidating glare at Max, who merely winked at me. My ass was not drunk, in fact, it was totally sober, and I think Kai could vouch for that, as a drunk person's ass could not even BEGIN to do as well at what mine did later that night!
"Bye Rei! Byeeeee Kaiiiiiieeee!" Tyson shouted over Max's shoulder as the pair waded through the crowd. Well who knew that Tyson could rhyme?
I watched them until their forms disappeared completely, and then I turned my attention back to Kai. Those eyes were set on me so intensely that I felt shivers crawl up my spine and slide back down again.
"You're drunk." He said.
I blinked. "Yes, yes I am," I replied. There was no point in denying the obvious.
"How drunk?"
I thought about it . . . well sort of. "Drunk enough to know that I shouldn't drive, but NOT drunk enough to not have sex with you," I said.
See? It wasn't TOTALLY thought out.
Kai just stared at me for second, and so I stared back again while hoping that we weren't going to make a habit of it. Finally, he stood up and grabbed his keys out of his jacket pocket. "Fine, then I'll drive," he stated bluntly.
All I could do was smile. My evening was looking a whole lot better. I mean, I knew I was attractive, Kai knew I was attractive; Kai knew HE was attractive, and I knew KAI was attractive. Kai knew he wanted to get me in bed, and I knew that I wanted him to want me in bed. It was all looking up, although I had to admit that I didn't expect him to be the person I went with. Will wonders never cease? I submit that they will not!
I began to stand up, but I found it difficult, as I had been sitting down for so long that my legs were having trouble grasping the concept of walking. Kai was eager, I could tell. Those eyes of his were like pools of ruby lava glowing with lust; it was strangely primal and strangely arousing.
Suddenly, I felt a strong hand warp around my arm and steady me. No doubt it was Kai's hand. I wanted to mutter a statement of gratitude, but something told me that it would fall on deaf ears as he began to walk away, dragging my limp, unable form along side of him.
Under normal circumstances I would have castigated such actions. I never appreciated being treated like an object, and I always hated seeing others treated in that manner. I suppose that that statement turns my entire evening into a large hypocrisy, because technically I had been ACTING terribly subservient, but like I said, it's under NORMAL circumstances, as in not nights when I feel like being sluttish, which, despite what you may think, isn't often to the extreme. . . . so sue me! I'm a damn hypocrite! Jesus.
I felt those eyes on Kai and I as we swam through the exotic people. Kai didn't seem to see them, but I did. I felt every touch, accidental or otherwise, I heard every whisper, every shout, and murmur. I still felt the beat of the music in my veins as though it was the very blood that had coursed through them my entire life. I watched steadily as we neared the entrance, turned exit. It was then that cosmic scissors of fate began to sever my celestial stings one by one until they were no more. Then, I could no longer identify the music, for it was gone from my veins, and I couldn't hear the people, or feel them. It was once again just another loud, colorful, cliché club full of drunken people. How depressing.
The door swung open soundlessly as it gave way to the pressure Kai placed on it, and we walked out, well more like HE walked out, and I sort of . . . hobbled slash was dragged out. It wasn't great for the image, but at the time I probably couldn't have even pronounced the word 'image' let alone put it in a sentence with the words 'I care about my'.
I saw the bouncers standing readily at their posts as Kai dragged me by, and I had the absurd notion to wave at them, but it was an urge I suppressed for unknown reasons. We traveled quickly across the street. Under our feet the smooth pavement glistened with the reflection from bright neon lights. Soon, Kai's black Mustang came into view. I recall thinking that him having the dark, sleek vehicle seemed terribly bathetic; you know, him being dark and brooding, yet strangely appealing, and the car being dark and (who knows if cars brood) so appealing.
Anyway, Kai practically shoved me toward the passenger side door before walking to the driver's side. I kind of stared dazedly at the black door handle . . . thing. I was oddly entranced by it, and I think it had something to do with the fact that it was somewhat . . . shiny (and I was drunk). . . but the parenthesized isn't nearly as important as the reason that is NOT parenthesized
"Rei,"
I looked up at hearing my name.
"Rei, get in the car," Kai told me short and flatly.
I blinked, nodded, and got in the car. Go Rei! I think I'm gunna need a cookie for that one.
Buckling my seatbelt, I began to situate myself into the black leather seats, and I watched Kai as he slid the key into the ignition and turned it. The vehicle rumbled to life, and Kai wasted no time in stepping on the gas.
We rode in complete silence. I wasn't sure if it was uncomfortable for him, but I was having difficulty with the silence. The whole thing seemed too planned out, as if we had mapped out the event and tucked it away somewhere in the glove compartment. I was more in the mood for spontaneous, so I thought along the lines 'what the hell, I'm drunk anyway,' and I proceeded to unbuckle my seatbelt. Kai's eyes flicked over in my direction and then back to the road. I couldn't muffle the grin that spread across my lips as I moved closer to him. Slowly, but much to his surprise, I began to trail kisses down his jaw. He gasped a little as my lips traveled down his neck.
"Rei . . ." he started, his voice a mere whisper.
I slid my tongue up his neck until I reached his ear, where I took a precious moment to nibble on his earlobe before whispering in a husky voice, "Take a left, my place is closer."
Author's Note: It's been a bit, sorry about the wait and everything it's just that I couldn't get on ff.net for a while, and I don't know why. Anyway, I apologize, but this installment is going to be shorter than its antecedents due to um . . . the evil pigeons that beat up my muses. They did! It was a huge gang of 'em! They totally wailed on my muses and THEN they stole my cookie! Remember, the cookie I told no one to steal in the disclaimer. Yeah! That's right! They stole it from me! Anyway, Happy Readings!
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Chapter: 3
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A surge of emotions seemed to poor from Kai's delicate eyes, and it took my breath away. Radiating from him, I felt want, need, the urge to take out frustration, and the obvious yearning for the touch of another. I was captivated by all of these, interested; he intrigued me. Suddenly, my hazy mind began sewing together thin, complex threads of critical thoughts and ideas, all centering around one, Kai Hiwatari.
It was strange how I had never taken more of a notice to him. What had stopped me before? Kai was attractive, I had admitted it several times, but he had never grabbed my attention quite the way he did that evening. There was something so terribly alluring about him, something about those crimson pools, and the way they focused so intensely upon me. They were filled with fire, a strange, rejuvenating passion that caused my heart to pound and my skin to tingle. It was passion in so many forms: passion for hate, passion for touch, and passion for lust.
I could have stayed there for hours on end, just staring into his eyes and trying to solve the enigma that was Kai. Unfortunately, I became acutely aware of a foreign hand working its way further up my leg. I then remembered the irritating person who I had been associating with in a meaningless, drunken conversation; however, with Kai's arrival I felt more sober and was forced to break my eye contact with him in order to, politely, tell the person (it turned out to be a girl) to fuck off. At first she seemed a little stunned, but she was drunk too and couldn't have been any more fazed than the alcohol had all ready made her; she wandered off to go find someone else to cling to for the night.
I then turned my attention back to the entrance but was disappointed to find a vacancy where my puzzle had once been standing. I sighed, defeated and sunk down into my chair. The previous feeling of soberness seemed to flee from me, and that inebriated fog came wafting back to take its place.
I'm not consummately certain how long I sat in my seat staring off into an empty space. Once again, the numbness felt wonderful. To feel nothing was bliss; to see nothing was bliss. So, for those of you who can't ascertain the meaning of the previous sentence, allow me to reiterate: I was feeling blissful, I was in a content and happy place in my mind, I was in a state of bliss, experiencing a positive emotion, it could be heavenly, akin to paradise. And for those of you who are still confused, I was feeling pretty damn good. Moving right along.
Suddenly, the sound of a chair scratching against the floor brought me out of my stupefied moment, and I looked up to be greeted by the sight of Kai Hiwatari, whose eyes, I noticed, were still cold, and emotionless . . . but they were glassy. I scooted up in my seat, nearly managing to tumble out of it in the process, and grinned less than charmingly at Kai. He merely stared at me in return, so I stared back.
I'm not sure if I did so for a reason or not, because, once again, my mind is vague on that part of the night.
We stayed staring at one another for a while, before we were cordially interrupted by a very cheerful, somewhat slurred, "S' Kai!"
Both he and I looked up at the voice's owner, and I chuckled. Tyson had his arm thrown limply over Max's shoulder, his body swaying slightly and bumping up against Maxie's. The blonde sighed and rolled his sapphire eyes.
"I think I had better get Tyson home, Rei," he told me.
I grinned. "It's lookin' that way."
"What about you?" Max asked.
I happened to glance over at Kai, and I saw a glimpse of his eyes. They were burning again. Making up my mind quickly, I looked back to Max. "No, man, I'm gunna hang out here for a while longer. Kai'll take me home, won't ya?" I turned my eyes to Kai again. He nodded slowly, his gaze staring steadily, meaningfully at me.
Tyson giggled and began swaying fecklessly, causing Max to nearly lose his balance. He sighed in a mixture of irritation and amusement.
"Okay then," Max said. He looked at Kai apologetically. "Sorry to cut the evening so short Kai, but thanks for carting Rei's drunk ass home, I appreciate it."
Kai mumbled something that sounded like, "It's fine, no problem."
While he did that, I took a moment to throw a not so intimidating glare at Max, who merely winked at me. My ass was not drunk, in fact, it was totally sober, and I think Kai could vouch for that, as a drunk person's ass could not even BEGIN to do as well at what mine did later that night!
"Bye Rei! Byeeeee Kaiiiiiieeee!" Tyson shouted over Max's shoulder as the pair waded through the crowd. Well who knew that Tyson could rhyme?
I watched them until their forms disappeared completely, and then I turned my attention back to Kai. Those eyes were set on me so intensely that I felt shivers crawl up my spine and slide back down again.
"You're drunk." He said.
I blinked. "Yes, yes I am," I replied. There was no point in denying the obvious.
"How drunk?"
I thought about it . . . well sort of. "Drunk enough to know that I shouldn't drive, but NOT drunk enough to not have sex with you," I said.
See? It wasn't TOTALLY thought out.
Kai just stared at me for second, and so I stared back again while hoping that we weren't going to make a habit of it. Finally, he stood up and grabbed his keys out of his jacket pocket. "Fine, then I'll drive," he stated bluntly.
All I could do was smile. My evening was looking a whole lot better. I mean, I knew I was attractive, Kai knew I was attractive; Kai knew HE was attractive, and I knew KAI was attractive. Kai knew he wanted to get me in bed, and I knew that I wanted him to want me in bed. It was all looking up, although I had to admit that I didn't expect him to be the person I went with. Will wonders never cease? I submit that they will not!
I began to stand up, but I found it difficult, as I had been sitting down for so long that my legs were having trouble grasping the concept of walking. Kai was eager, I could tell. Those eyes of his were like pools of ruby lava glowing with lust; it was strangely primal and strangely arousing.
Suddenly, I felt a strong hand warp around my arm and steady me. No doubt it was Kai's hand. I wanted to mutter a statement of gratitude, but something told me that it would fall on deaf ears as he began to walk away, dragging my limp, unable form along side of him.
Under normal circumstances I would have castigated such actions. I never appreciated being treated like an object, and I always hated seeing others treated in that manner. I suppose that that statement turns my entire evening into a large hypocrisy, because technically I had been ACTING terribly subservient, but like I said, it's under NORMAL circumstances, as in not nights when I feel like being sluttish, which, despite what you may think, isn't often to the extreme. . . . so sue me! I'm a damn hypocrite! Jesus.
I felt those eyes on Kai and I as we swam through the exotic people. Kai didn't seem to see them, but I did. I felt every touch, accidental or otherwise, I heard every whisper, every shout, and murmur. I still felt the beat of the music in my veins as though it was the very blood that had coursed through them my entire life. I watched steadily as we neared the entrance, turned exit. It was then that cosmic scissors of fate began to sever my celestial stings one by one until they were no more. Then, I could no longer identify the music, for it was gone from my veins, and I couldn't hear the people, or feel them. It was once again just another loud, colorful, cliché club full of drunken people. How depressing.
The door swung open soundlessly as it gave way to the pressure Kai placed on it, and we walked out, well more like HE walked out, and I sort of . . . hobbled slash was dragged out. It wasn't great for the image, but at the time I probably couldn't have even pronounced the word 'image' let alone put it in a sentence with the words 'I care about my'.
I saw the bouncers standing readily at their posts as Kai dragged me by, and I had the absurd notion to wave at them, but it was an urge I suppressed for unknown reasons. We traveled quickly across the street. Under our feet the smooth pavement glistened with the reflection from bright neon lights. Soon, Kai's black Mustang came into view. I recall thinking that him having the dark, sleek vehicle seemed terribly bathetic; you know, him being dark and brooding, yet strangely appealing, and the car being dark and (who knows if cars brood) so appealing.
Anyway, Kai practically shoved me toward the passenger side door before walking to the driver's side. I kind of stared dazedly at the black door handle . . . thing. I was oddly entranced by it, and I think it had something to do with the fact that it was somewhat . . . shiny (and I was drunk). . . but the parenthesized isn't nearly as important as the reason that is NOT parenthesized
"Rei,"
I looked up at hearing my name.
"Rei, get in the car," Kai told me short and flatly.
I blinked, nodded, and got in the car. Go Rei! I think I'm gunna need a cookie for that one.
Buckling my seatbelt, I began to situate myself into the black leather seats, and I watched Kai as he slid the key into the ignition and turned it. The vehicle rumbled to life, and Kai wasted no time in stepping on the gas.
We rode in complete silence. I wasn't sure if it was uncomfortable for him, but I was having difficulty with the silence. The whole thing seemed too planned out, as if we had mapped out the event and tucked it away somewhere in the glove compartment. I was more in the mood for spontaneous, so I thought along the lines 'what the hell, I'm drunk anyway,' and I proceeded to unbuckle my seatbelt. Kai's eyes flicked over in my direction and then back to the road. I couldn't muffle the grin that spread across my lips as I moved closer to him. Slowly, but much to his surprise, I began to trail kisses down his jaw. He gasped a little as my lips traveled down his neck.
"Rei . . ." he started, his voice a mere whisper.
I slid my tongue up his neck until I reached his ear, where I took a precious moment to nibble on his earlobe before whispering in a husky voice, "Take a left, my place is closer."