The Dazzling Prince
Enishi had to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. He was driving, after all. Grip tightened on the steering wheel, teeth pierced on the side of his lip, he had to keep himself from moaning:
The woman whose face was on his crotch wasn't kidding when she said she'd "blow" his brains out.
Ah, the luxuries of taking a week's break from his cuckoo father. Uninterrupted, (kind of) unsupervised trips like these were deathly rare. He, Enishi, was groomed to be the heir to their family's business at the tender age of sixteen. Now a man of twenty-six, although he had not yet taken the reins of the family's empire, the pressure had already been piling up on him, incessantly.
There was this constant hounding for his locations.
Annoying reprimands against his partying.
Hey, he should enjoy while he had the time, right?
The last thing he wanted to be was like his highly eccentric father, who had long gone nuts. Maybe because the crazy geezer never experienced the life of a young bachelor like him…? His father talked about living in rural Japan, anyway, planting rice in the paddies as a kid and walking Eighteen Million miles to school every morning.
Said father had asked him to take a week off to jetset from Japan and visit his older sister Tomoe in San Francisco.
Tomoe, who was an Arts Professor in the nearby school.
Tomoe, who refused the monthly allotment from their trust, because she "Wanted to experience the life of a normal woman," whatever that meant.
And yes, the same woman who was on the speakerphone, ATM, with her fiancé and her cousin, "hanging out and chilling" in her humble (yet ridiculously expensive) houseboat in Sausalito.
"So why did you rent out a hotel again?" Tomoe said through the car's speakers, quite annoyed.
Enishi's brow raised, it was hard to concentrate. He couldn't understand where his sister's irritation came from. Add the fact that the woman on his crotch started sucking like crazy,
He couldn't understand anything at all. His brains were like stirred noodles.
"Because I need a place of my own." Enishi managed. And I can't bring women to your place without you snitching on father, and he would have added.
Tomoe sighed on the other line. "You could have just crashed in my place. You're staying for one week, right? See, that's because you never experienced the life of common folk. You need to gain a more humble view of life, Enishi. Life is not all booze and partying—"
Blah blah blah, a spiel on "gaining more meaning in life", blah blah blah, followed by a tirade of "You just haven't found the right woman yet." Sure he adored her more than anything else in the world, but he had the sneaking suspicion that she only took the job offer to have an excuse to live with her midget of a boyfriend, that damn Himura guy.
Besides, he never engaged in 'booze and partying' when he was at school. Enishi devoted all of his waking (and even sleeping) hours to academics and graduated with honors from the University, hence when he finally received his diploma, he was like a wild beast who broke free from his cage.
In short, he deserved his little pleasures, more than anyone else.
Enishi was about to verbally interject his sister's holier-than-thou speech, when the woman whose face was on his crotch looked up and gave him a coy smirk. She brought her face back to his lap, and a loud sucking noise filled the car.
"Sh-shit!" Enishi cursed.
"Huh?" Tomoe said on the other line. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Enishi said. Shit indeed, he just swerved to the other lane! He struggled to correct himself, good thing there were no other cars around!
He would have died an embarrassing death, with his cock exposed and a woman's face attached to it. What would his father say at his premature funeral? What would the tabloids say?
"The day was exhausting, that's all." He checked his side mirrors for police. To his relief there was none. With his free hand he pushed the woman's squirming head harder onto his crotch. She giggled under his erratic breath, and he continued driving.
"Uh, whatever," Tomoe brushed off, "You're dropping by my house tonight, right? Sano and Megumi are here. Kenshin is, too. We bought a pack of beers and some chips, Kenshin rented a movie—"
"I'll be there shortly." Enishi quickly ended the conversation, cutting his sister short. He ended the call because he couldn't hold it any longer, the moment he hung up, the turquoise-eyed heir let out a long groan. "Shit… do it any deeper then I might c— WHAT THE FUCK!"
Something darted out from the intersection.
His heart stopped, it jumped out of his ribcage, out of his throat…
and he floored the brake pedal.
A loud screeching noise rang in his ears, the scent of burning rubber filled his nose.
He could feel the loud thud,
Coming from his chest when the seatbelts locked him into his seat,
Coming from the person who crashed into his bumper, rolled onto his hood, and slammed into his windshield.
Said person rolled back limply to the cement road,
Like a lifeless ragdoll.
"Shit…" Enishi gaped in disbelief as he sat there like a dummy, the cloud of smoke from his burned tires rose from the empty road, "SHIT!"
The girl beside him was moaning in pain, and then everything else seemed to snap back into the present, and reality started to sink in.
His heart was thundering in his chest.
His muscles sprang to life. He broke free from his seatbelt and jumped out of his Bentley. With hasty strides, he rushed over to the lump lying before his car. A bicycle was thrown a few feet away from the aftermath, probably belonging to the person he possibly KILLED, and Enishi broke into a cold sweat as he reached out to assess the unfortunate soul.
His mind was a rush of impending court trials and defenses, sentences and pity speeches (he was a lawyer, after all,) and before he could throw himself into the lament of his ruined reputation and his father disowning him and the prospect of going to hell, the lump before him moved.
It moved, and it squirmed, and it groaned in pain.
The person muttered under her breath, and she opened her eyes.
