"Soryu's on his way to get you, Sakiko."
Eisuke's words replayed over and over in my head as I sat on a couch in the penthouse. Next to me, Chisato was telling Mamoru, Baba and Ota about how Olivia had asked her to find Hitomi and the three of us had gone to pick her up. I was having a silent meltdown. Soryu was going to be furious with me. I remembered his anger in the car, his insistence that I keep myself out of danger. I'd seriously fucked up and I was sure to pay a hefty price for it, much more than the cost of repairing the hood of Eisuke's car.
I clasped my hands in my lap in an attempt to hide the fact that they were trembling. He was going to send me back to the casino. I just knew that he would. He didn't need me anymore. Mei was almost certainly going to choose Sanjou, he was basically perfect after all. I would no longer be needed. I was unnecessary and a fuckup. He'd obviously been distancing himself from me since the night that I'd been kidnapped. He would send me away just as soon as he could.
I tried to tell myself that it was for the best. I knew it, I'd decided it. I belonged in the casino, away from him. If I could only see him from afar, then my silly crush would die. I would start behaving like an adult, get back to my old self, regain my self-control. It was such a lie that it would have been laughable if I didn't feel so much like crying. He'd barely even been speaking to me and I still felt as if it would break me if I had to leave him. Living in the dorms, working in the casino, only seeing him at a distance, just imagining it felt like an unbearable torture. I knew that I needed to be stronger. I knew that I needed to destroy my feelings, let them fade and move on, but the idea was just too painful to contemplate.
I looked up and accidentally met Baba's eyes. He frowned and his eyebrows dipped in concern. His mouth began to open and I knew he was going to ask what was wrong with me. My stomach clenched as my body responded defensively and I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to ward him off. I would not talk about my feelings. Especially with someone that I barely knew.
Just as Baba began to speak, the front door of the penthouse crashed open and Mei stepped into the room, crying out "You guys!" as soon as she spotted us grouped on the couches.
She hurried over to the seating arrangement and stared at Baba and Ota accusingly. "I thought there was some big emergency and you could not go anywhere with me today!"
Baba turned his attention from me to Mei. "The emergency is mostly over, we're just waiting around to see what happens next. Eisuke is upstairs dealing with a few things."
Inui was following behind Mei, overburdened with shopping bags. He stepped over to me and said, "Princess Mei! I almost didn't recognize you without your special dress. Good afternoon."
Before I could return his greeting, Mei turned her attention to me. "Well, Princess Mei, you aren't wearing your cheongsam today. What's going on?"
"Oh, I was just going to have a relaxed day today and go to self defense classes with Olivia and Chisato again, but then the emergency happened," I explained with a shrug.
"That stupid emergency is ruining everything for me today," Mei pouted and stomped her foot just like a child. "Inui and I had to stay in the hotel. We had lunch and then went to the shops in the plaza."
"That sounds like fun," Chisato said with her usual kind smile, trying to distract Mei from her whining. "Some of the shops are starting to set up for Christmas."
"That is true," Mei said, smiling back. "I found a beautiful fur muff and hat for skiing. Daddy will have to rent out a slope for me."
I glanced over Mei's shoulder and saw Soryu standing in the background, his eyes on me. My stomach turned over nervously. My judgement had arrived and there wasn't going to be any avoiding it. I got up and walked to him and, without a word, the two of us left the penthouse and got on the elevator.

I lurched forward when the elevator unexpectedly stopped on the twenty-third floor. I glanced up at Soryu, but the doors were opening and he was already stepping out into the hallway. I followed behind, trying to stir up anger and defensiveness inside of me, to push away the despair that filled me.
He stopped at a door and used his thumbprint to unlock it. It was a suite, one of the most expensive ones. Huge and beautifully decorated. It looked like hell to me. Why would he bring me to a suite? He obviously couldn't yell at me in his apartment in the penthouse, Mei was still living in it. The only reason that I could think of for him deciding not to take me back to the townhouse and yell at me there was because I wouldn't be returning to Ice Dragons headquarters. I was going to be reprimanded and sent back to the employee dorms. There was no sense driving me back into the city, one of the guys could bring me my few belongings.
I heard the click of the door closing behind me and felt his hand on my elbow, stopping me from going further into the room. "Let me..." he said and turned me around to pull me into an embrace.
I froze, my cheek pressed against his chest and his arms around me. I could hear his heart beating against my ear, my own was skittering inside of me. I didn't know what to think or what to do. "Am I dead? Or unconscious maybe?" I quipped, my voice shaky, trying to make light of what was happening. "We didn't actually stop on the twenty-third floor. That's when you hit me on the back of the head with a wrench."
He gave a short laugh, warm and rich, and his arms tightened, pulling me closer. "Why would I hit you with a wrench?"
"You're just going to get rid of the three of us. We're causing too much trouble," I suggested, a statue in his arms, trying to fight off my body's automatic reaction to his nearness, his heat and his scent. I couldn't give in and relax, I needed to figure out what the fuck was going on.
"Not the worst theory, but in the future keep in mind that it's much easier to kill your victim in the place where you intend to dispose of the body," he said, his voice lazy and seductive, sending awareness in warm ripples over my skin despite the morbid topic.
"Ah. I see. That makes a lot of sense." I bit my lip, struggling to maintain my composure. I leaned back, testing his embrace. Instead of letting me go, he tightened his grip and pulled me even closer. "Tell… Tell me why you're hugging me. You're supposed to be yelling at me."
"I like this better. You scared the shit out of me, again." His head moved, I could feel his lips brushing over my hair before he pressed a few small kisses against my forehead. "This is a nice way of confirming to myself that you're okay."
My heart was pounding in my chest. I kept talking to distract myself from the things he was doing. "It wasn't my fault when Mei ran away or today with Olivia. So, I didn't scare you. I don't think I should be blamed."
"Mmm." His hand reached up to brush my hair away from my forehead, clearing a path for his lips to work a line of kisses over to my temple. "But I wasn't nearly as afraid for anyone else as I was for you."
'Mmm?!' My mind was reeling. None of this was making sense and I couldn't think straight. I was starting to lose the battle with my body, awareness and excitement were shivering over my skin. If I didn't escape soon, I'd be rubbing myself against him and begging for more. "Seriously, Soryu. You have to stop. You're freaking me out."
"I obviously need to work on my technique," he said with an exaggerated sigh. "Let's go talk."
His arms released me, but he immediately scooped up my hand and held it as we walked over to the seating area. "I don't suppose I can convince you to sit on my lap?"
"What's wrong with you?" I asked, frowning up at him, pushing him away with my words.
He responded with a shrug. "I didn't think so," he said and settled down on the couch. "Let's get this over with. I'm hoping to get lucky afterwards."

'What the fuck?' I thought, quickly retreating and taking a seat on a fancy chair. I glared at him suspiciously, but he just smiled back at me. "Please tell me what's going on," I said. "The only explanation I can come up with is that I'm in a coma."
I watched as he laughed. He was far too casual. I'd never seen him so relaxed and at ease. "I had some time to think on the way over here. I'm in love with you. I've been trying to give you some space and figure out how to go about convincing you to date me, but I'm done with that. Let's cut straight to the chase. Let's live together."
"Are you drunk?" I felt fear and uncertainty creeping into my veins. He didn't just want to 'get lucky' after our conversation? He wanted to live together?
He sighed and shook his head. "I'm not drunk and I'm not crazy. Please stop trying to deflect this."
He was serious and he wanted an answer. I felt as if my mind were only partially working. I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to adjust to this new topic. "I'm not prepared for this. I have no idea how to deal with it."
"I know you have feelings for me. I can see it in you. I can feel it," he said. "I want to live together, but do you want to date first? What is it that you want from me? I'll give you anything."
What did I want from him? I'd never thought of what that might be. I'd wanted to fuck him, my feelings had grown into a crush, but I'd never imagined a future. I hadn't thought about dating or living together or anything like that. I'd only wanted him far too much. So much that my feelings for him had begun to cut me off from my past self. I no longer wanted to find a fuck to deal with my feelings, I only wanted him. I couldn't even imagine touching someone else or letting them touch me.
Is this why people get caught up in relationships? Not because they want to stay, but because there's no way to leave? Was I already trapped because I wanted only him? If I ran away now, would those feelings wear off? It was painful even to think about it. I couldn't even try to imagine the answer, but it must wear off, people moved on from relationships. They did it all the time.
"Hey." His voice gently called me out of my thoughts. "What are you thinking?"
"I don't date," I said, my voice strong. I needed to defend myself. If I felt like this now, how would I feel if I gave in to him and we started to date. How much more attached to him would I become?
"Neither do I, but it's time for a change. I want to break all of my rules for you. I want to keep you," he said.
I bit off a sob and looked away from his gently searching eyes. He wanted to keep me. Everything to remedy my lovesick crush was being offered to me. I'd been trying to quell the feelings, but joy and excitement welled up inside of me at his words, too strong to be held back. He wanted to keep me. He wanted to capture and cage me, hold me down and force me to live with the consequences of our relationship. Fear and repulsion mixed with happiness, making me tremble as tears pricked my eyes.
I shook my head, still not looking at him, full of conflicting emotions. "That's not…"
I heard him moving, stepping towards me. He knelt down at my feet and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me towards him, pressing his head into my bosom as he hugged me. "Whatever this relationship needs to be, I'll give it to you. You talked to Sanjou about being able to be open and honest, not hiding things. That's what I want with you. And if f you need an open relationship, you can have it. I'm serious when I say that I'll give you everything you want. Just say you'll stay with me."
"You can't… You don't really want that," I said. My hands were floating in the air, I didn't know what to do with them. Finally, I gave up and lay them on his shoulders, ready to push him away or pull him near, all at the same time. "Don't make promises in the heat of the moment."
"I want you. I feel in love with who you are. I'm not going to ask you to change for me," he said, pushing away to look into my eyes, his voice matter-of-fact. "Tell me what you're so afraid of so that I can fix it."
"You can't fix it," I said, frowning down at him. "I don't want to be in a relationship. I don't want to be caught up in something that I can't get out of if it goes bad."
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"My father was awful but my mother would never leave him. Not for herself and not for me. She loved him too much to protect either of us," I explained with a sigh. "I don't ever want to be trapped in a relationship like that."
"I see," he said thoughtfully. "I can't promise how things will go in the future. I can promise that I will do my best, that I will always protect you and take care of you but I can't promise you that things will work out in the end."
I nodded. It was just as I'd always known. There was no way to guarantee that things would go well. There was no way to know if a relationship would turn out to be a nightmare.
"But I don't think you need to worry," he continued. "One of the first things that I noticed about you was how brave you are. I've never seen you back down from a challenge. If I gave you a reason to leave me, I don't think you'd hesitate to go."
"Yeah, but, I've already been telling myself that I need to leave and I haven't gone anywhere," I admitted.
"Don't tell me that," he said, his expression a mix of pain and humor. "I've been trying to find reasons to keep you in the townhouse, coming up with new bachelors, looking for something else that I can assign you to do. I need you. I'll let you go if that's what you want but the only thing that I want is for you to stay."
"No matter where I look, I can't find the answer," I said. "I feel like I can't go and I can't stay."
"Then just stay. Let's see what happens if we both try our best to make this work," his voice coaxed. His hands began moving, rubbing over my back and then down my arms. "I want to be your safety and your comfort. I want to be the one you turn to first. If Olivia comes up with another crazy scheme, I want your first thought to be that you need to call me."
His dark eyes looked up at me. His face was usually so strong, cold and in control, but now it was open, warm and pleading. Vulnerable. "I watch you trying to protect everyone around you, now I want you to protect me. I'm going to give you my heart, make sure it doesn't get broken."
"That is totally cheesy and totally cheating," I said, laughing a little, feeling my heart warming as he smiled back at me.
"I agree. It's disgusting. I've been avoiding it for years but I can't help it. I love you. Come closer and let me show you how much." His hands tugged and I slid off the chair. He moved back to make room for me.

I knelt between his legs and looked down at him. He was even more handsome than usual, relaxed and smiling up at me. My heart was stuttering in my chest. Emotions continued to clamor inside of me - fear, anxiety, joy, attraction, arousal - each insisting that it was the most important one. I chose arousal, of course, just like I always had, but as I reached out to run my fingers through his hair, I could feel that this time was different.
It wasn't going to be as simple as closing my eyes and fucking him, turning away from the things that I didn't want to feel and forgetting them. He was the source of my fear and anxiety. If I wanted the good, I would have to take the bad along with it. He was a flawed temptation. I would have to accept him as he was, take what he was offering and the risk that came with it. I would have to gamble my happiness on him. I would have to trust him to follow through with his promises.
"I don't think I can make any promises," I said. Even as I spoke the words my fingers began to stroke through his hair. He may have been a risk, but he was irresistible. He scared me, but he was the only comfort that I wanted. All that I wanted at that moment was to drown in him, to let myself go under the deluge of the emotions that he caused in me and wait to see what remained when I reached the shore.
"I'm okay with that," he said and I couldn't hold back any longer. I dipped my head down to kiss him, brushing my lips slowly over his and feeling my body respond to the light touch. Warmth rose within me along with a deep need for him. I wanted to press myself against him, my arms ached to hold him to me, I wanted him with a different tone and texture than I had ever experienced before. This was passion, full of emotion, not just a simple desire for the satisfaction that his body could give me. I wanted to absorb him into me, body and soul. I wanted to make him mine, to keep him away from all others, to keep him only for myself.
I pulled back, licking my tongue over my lips to capture his taste. A simple kiss had done this, caused strong feelings and desires that I had kept locked far away to release inside of me. The feelings were overwhelming and foreign to me, they were forbidden. I was breaking my own rules. Rules made to keep me safe from pain, but at this moment it would be far more painful to let him go. I needed him. I needed to feel him against me and inside of me. I needed his body to write the promise that his mouth had spoken deep inside of me. My need trumped my fear.
He'd been watching me. He reached up and stroked his thumb over my lips. "I don't have much experience with this," he said. "Teach me how to please you."
"Yes," I said, pushing his hand away and moving eagerly to kiss him. In silent agreement, we began a game of follow the leader. I pressed my lips to his, tugging and tasting, licking and sucking, pulling back to enjoy the delicious feelings that cascaded through me as he followed suit. His lips explored mine slowly, repeating my motions with a tentative hunger that made a sweet ache flare and grow deep inside of me. I was taking things slow, savoring every tiny movement, his every breath and sigh, his heat and his scent.
I must not have paid enough attention to this part in the past - the kissing and the touching - or was it just that he was making me feel things that I'd never felt before? As much as I wanted to fuck him, his mouth on mine and his hands stroking over my back were a honeyed pleasure, entangling me in the desire for one more kiss, one more taste, one more touch.
His lips parted gently from mine, passing the control back to me, requesting another lesson. I retreated, needing a break from the emotions that were swelling in my chest. With delicate care, I trailed kisses over his face, skimming over his cheekbones and the dark wings of his eyebrows, flicking my tongue out to taste him, caressing the lines of his face with my fingertips, exploring all of the places that my eyes always craved.
I gasped as his hands slipped under my shirt and his fingers brushed over my stomach. I'd been so enthralled with his face that I'd nearly forgotten that anything else existed. I pulled back to look down at him and found him smiling up at me, his eyes glowing. "Why are you smiling like that?" I asked, rubbing my thumb over his lips.
"It feels amazing to be so close to you. It makes me so happy. I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be," he said, his eyes watching me as his hands slid up and skimmed over my bra. "Let's go to the bedroom. I want to take your clothes off."

As we walked to the bedroom he shucked off his suit jacket and draped it over a chair before yanking off his tie and tossing it onto a nearby table. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor, shivering as I felt his hand slid down my bare back. "Don't take off anything else," he said. "I want to do it."
I opened the door to the bedroom and walked over to the bed. It was huge and beautifully decorated, something out of a magazine, piled high with pillows. "You're giving me the royal treatment," I said with a laugh, turning to look up at him.
"This is just the beginning," he said, his arms encircling my waist to draw me close. "I told you that I will give you anything you want. Anything to make you happy."
His lips found mine and began replaying the movements that I'd shown him earlier. I relaxed and enjoyed it, pressing against him, letting his warm seep into me. When he stopped, I took control, tugging on his chin to open his lips and slipping my tongue inside, exploring his mouth, tangling my tongue with his, searching for more of him, pushing ever closer.
When I pulled back to give him the lead, I found him suddenly fierce and demanding. His hands scooped me up and lay me on the bed, his body following after, hovering over me and capturing my mouth aggressively, mimicking my motions with force, tangling his tongue with mine and commanding need and desire to erupt hotly inside of me. There would be no more lazy exploration, our movements were now overwhelmingly passionate as we clung desperately to each other.
When he broke off the kiss, his hands when to my bra, tugging clumsily, and I reached to help him, unfastening it and watching as he yanked it off and threw it over the side of the bed. His fingers swept over the curve of my breast and his thumb grazed over my nipple. My entire body tensed in response and an unexpected cry fell from my lips.
'What the fuck?' My mind reeled as he continued to stroke my nipple and he found the other one with his mouth, his tongue rasping over my taught nub. It felt incredibly good. His movements were hesitant and unskilled, but they were flashing through me like fire. My breath came out in rhythmic cries, my chest arched into his touch, and my hands clung to his upper arms. In moments a shallow orgasm rippled over my skin and a cry of release escaped me.
I tried to gather my thoughts, but his mouth and fingers continued to work at my breasts filling me with an intense pleasure that wouldn't let me think. Another orgasm quickly built and broke over me. This was impossible. I had a systematic method of getting myself to a titty orgasm. It wasn't something that could be done with a few disorganized movements, but his touch was so intense that he was throwing me immediately into the fire. I let him bring me to a third orgasm before pushing him away.
"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked, gasping in air, trying to collect my thoughts.
"Not exactly, but you're making such amazing noises. I must be doing something right," he said, his hands reaching for me again.
I brushed his hands away and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, flicking it aside to lick over a hard pec and swirl my tongue over his nipple. Satisfaction purred through me as I heard him gasp and felt his body tense and release with pleasure. I pushed him back on the bed as my mouth trailed lower, my fingers quickly opening buttons and revealing his skin. He was so well-muscled, my tongue lapped over the taut skin of his abs and stomach on my way to the waistband of his slacks.
Anticipation was practically making me shake as I unfastened his belt and his pants, pushing the fabric and his boxers aside to reveal the bulging head of his cock. My insides turned to liquid heat at the sight of it. It was just as big as it had felt inside of me, hard and hot. I pulled his cock free and curled my fingers around its girth, flicking my tongue out to stroke over its head and taste the precum that pooled at the tip.
"Mmm." I moved to take the head into my mouth and play my tongue over it, wondering how much of his length I'd be able to take in. With practice would I be able to deepthroat his entire shaft? He felt so good filling my mouth, my clit was twitching with excitement. Releasing him from my mouth, I began licking up and down his length, but his hands gripped my shoulders and pushed me away.
"Stop," he ground out. "I won't last. I want to make love to you. Do this later."
"Then take your clothes off," I said, tipping my body away from him, kicking off my flats, and squirming out of my pants and panties as quickly as I could.

Soryu stood and shed his clothes and I watched with my heart thumping in my chest. To see him like this, his skin bared to my eyes, his body perfectly muscled, his cock standing at attention and ready for me, my body was throbbing with need and excitement. He returned to me and I drew him down for a fierce kiss as he settled between my legs. The feel of his skin against mine felt like an answered promise and I pressed as much of myself to him as I could as my tongue reveled in his taste.
He broke off the kiss and raised himself up, looking down at his hand as it found my pussy and his fingers explored through my wet folds. His movements were clumsy, but I was so hot for him that it didn't matter. My hips bucked up into his touch again and again as I moaned with pleasure. He found my entrance, delving inside for a moment before pulling back and guiding his cock to me.
I gripped his arms as he pushed into me slowly, his thickness stretching me inside and sending ripples of pleasure over my skin. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of him, hard and hot, moving deeper, causing pleasure to erupt throughout my body. My spine tensed and arched towards him, my nipples tingled and begged for his touch, my legs trembled and spread further, opening up to him.
I was lost for a while, my eyes closed, feeling nothing but the way that he filled me completely and drew sparks of ecstacy in my pussy as his cock stroked slowly in and out of me. I was gasping and moaning, doing nothing to hold in my feelings, but he was silent, concentrating as he thrust deep again and again, the head of his cock firmly bumping my cervix each time, sending lightning bolts of pleasure down my legs and up my spine.
"You feel amazing," he said, his voice full of emotion, and I opened my eyes, searching for his expression. My eyes met his and my breath froze on my lips, my heart trembling in my chest. He was looking down at me with a gaze full of love, devotion and adoration. Was this what I would have seen on the hood of the car if the darkness hadn't obscured his face? If so, I would never have questioned anything, not even for a moment. He loved me. It was so profound that there was room for nothing else. It was so obvious that there was no denying it. Even when he began plunging into me harder and my eyes closed against the intensity of his strokes, his eyes were still there in my mind. I could now feel his love in his every movement. He was worshipping me with his body.
I moaned as his love filled me and I felt my body's own response to him. I loved him too. This was no crush, not something that I could turn away from or leave behind. It was love and it was quaking through me, breaking me apart into a million pieces as my pussy clenched around his hard length and I orgasmed beneath him.
He lowered himself onto me and rolled us to the side, his sweat-slick chest pressed to mine, his hand gently cupping the back of my head and his lips finding mine, cutting off the moans that were gasping out of my mouth. His other hand stroked gently down my side, trailing over the curve of my hip and grasping my ass, holding me tight as he worked into me several more times before, with one final deep thrust, he released his seed into me.
He continued kissing me, pausing briefly for swift intakes of air before finding my mouth again and again. His arms slipped around me, cradling me close, holding me gently but firmly against him.
He wouldn't let me think. His lips and his tongue distracted me and disrupted my thoughts, demanding all of my attention with sucking and nipping and stroking. I tried several times to collect myself, but there was no chance of succeeding. My body was a boneless, twitching ragdoll, my pussy still spasming around his half-softened cock. I was lost to him and he would not give me even a moment to find myself.
His hips gave a quick jerk against mine and I realized that he was growing hard inside of me, lengthening and pushing at the walls of my sex, filling me again. My body hadn't even calmed down yet, I was still stuck in the hazy afterglow of a powerful orgasm, his movements caused a stinging pleasure that my body was not ready for.
He rolled me over onto my back and positioned himself above me, his eyes, glowing with love, met mine and then swept down to take in my body. There was only love, he was only love. I let go of the last thread tethering me to reality and let it surround me. I gave it back, letting my own newly discovered feelings pour out of me, guiding my hips as they rocked forward to meet his every movement, filling my hands as they stroked over every bit of him that I could reach.
As I worked towards another orgasm, I suddenly could not get enough of him. I pulled him towards me, I pressed my body against him, I held him with my hands and surrounded him with my legs. I lapped at his neck and collarbone listening to him moan and feeling the way his body twitched as I licked over his sensitive skin. I sucked gently at the point of his collarbone while my hands grasped him close and my hips bucked up to meet him, desperate for the pleasure of his cock stroking inside my sensitive pussy, straining towards the orgasm that was building itself up in layers, tensing muscle after muscle throughout my body.
My climax caught me, holding me frozen for a moment as everything within me tensed and there was nothing but a piercing pleasure until I shattered and fell apart in his arms.
I lay dazed in his embrace, half-aware of his seed spilling inside of me. I felt him settling against me and pulling a blanket over us, cocooning us together in warmth, blocking out the world. He held me close as I descended further into the darkness that was rising up to claim me. The last thing I knew was his lips brushing tenderly over my forehead.

I woke in the dim room in the early evening, completely panicked. My heart was pounding in my chest and my body was trembling with fear. I'd kicked my legs over the side of the bed and was standing up to run away before I even realized what I was doing. A hand caught my wrist and I turned around with a cry of fright to see Soryu lying in the bed gazing up at me.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice calm.
My thoughts swirled as I tried to piece them together and make my lips move. "I don't know," I admitted.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" he asked and I took a moment to look him over. He was gorgeous, warm and snuggly, completely relaxed with mussed hair, his strong chest bared above blankets that covered up treasure.
"I can't," I said. The fear inside of me was too strong. I couldn't fight it.
"Then tell me where you're going," he said, his voice gently commanding.
"I… I'll go downstairs to the coffee shop. The one between the plaza and the museum. It's never busy in the evening," I said. I felt as if my heart were being crushed. I needed to get away from him.
"Okay, then. I'll be down later. Text or call if you decide to go anywhere else," he said, his hand releasing me.
"Yeah, okay," I said, intent on gathering up my pants, underwear and shoes so that I could make my escape.
I left the room without looking back.

*** Author's Note *** It took me a ridiculous amount of time to write this chapter. I tried over and over again, but it wouldn't work until Soryu turned into a puppy. If he was angry or Sakiko was angry, there was just no way that she would accept him. She'd have just ended up running away. But, Soryu acting like this isn't completely out of left field. After he and Olivia became closer in Olivia and Eisuke Soryu started being super nice. I'm not sure how much that came out, though, since every time they started talking to each other Eisuke interrupted their convo. Jealous much?