-Oxford - Wednesday: Part 41-

Kyoko shut the door to the hotel room she shared with her father and niece. Her eyes scanned the open room before looking towards to the two doors that lead to the private bedrooms. It was strange how she could still feel so alone even when she knew all she had to do was call anyone in her family and she would get an answer. 'Yet I can't worry them' she placed a hand on her right side 'This dress is making it worse' she sighed softly as she reached back pulling the zipper down, there was no reason to worry about her niece or father coming in. It was late but not in all theory unreasonable late she winced as the pain shot through her side 'Didn't hurt like this before...' Her eyes trailed to her clutch and she found herself dialing Ren as she had been told too.

"I'm in my room" true she should have likely greeted him but it wasn't like she wasn't going to see him and the other five men as soon enough. Bending over she picked up the dress. 'It really is a shame I was wearing it' she thought of Shoutaro's date and how she likely would have looked in such a dress or even the blonde from earlier. Actually, she could see a dozen girls all who worked within KYO who would be able to make this dress look so much better. She mentally winces at the sharpness in Ren's voice as she came back to reality. "Sorry... I'm was... well I mean. I wasn't listening could you repeat what you said?" She found herself blushing she could almost feel the waves of anger coming off of him as he sighed into the phone.

"It's not important, as long as you are alright." She looked down at her stomach as she made her way to the bedroom that she shared with Maria turning on the lights as she did so just enough that she could see properly. "Kyoko?" Again there was a slight warning but she wasn't sure if it was because she hadn't answered him or because he was worried. 'He's most likely worried.'

"I'm fine," she really couldn't think about her state but it wasn't like he was there so that made it alright, correct? She moved to the closet when something caught her eye reflection of the mirror on the back of the closet door. "You are being nice to them right?" Her eyes turned towards the bathroom, the angle of the door was just perfect to show the mirror in the bathroom itself, not the whole mirror but enough for the dark color that was on the mirror to catch her eyes.

"I'm always nice" she highly doubted that but she didn't feel any need to correct him at that moment as she looked down once more at herself before turning to one of the dresser drawers and pulling it open.

"I'm hanging up now," she paused "Be nice" and she hung up without so much of a goodbye, she did just that. It wasn't like she wouldn't see him soon enough she pulled out a rose pink matching baby top style top and loose Capri style pajama bottoms. She paused for a moment wondering if she should put a bra her eyes trailing towards the dress 'not like I wore one then either' she thought to herself, one of her biggest flaws in the man she once loved eyes. 'Besides I want to go bed as soon as this is over' and changing yet again was not worth it besides it was light and loose and right now that's all she really cared about.

Closing her eyes as she felt her dark children moving around her. She wished she could see them or communicate with them in some way. Her fingers danced around one of them, "I know... give me a moment" she whispered softly as she grabbed the dress and hung it up. Normally she would just go without shoes seeing as she had adopted a bit more to the Western world ideas of shoes and lack of shoes for that matter even if it still bothered her a bit. It was something she felt she could grow to forget, 'Well there are certain things I will never get used to' she said thinking about how they just jumped into the show without washing first.

Her eyes caught sight of the tint of dark color once again from the mirror's reflection and she closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath she grabbed her phone as she made her way across the room and into the bathroom, where she flipped the main light on. She read the message written in bright red lipstick on the mirror: Missing the feel of your body against mine, I will see you soon. - xoxo

It took everything in her not to drop the phone she held as she placed a hand to her mouth. 'My mind is strong, I'm fine.' She repeated as she shut her eyes tightly, repeating it over and over again in her head. Once she felt calm again and not so sick she slowly opened her eyes and focus on the letters, not the message itself. It was too feminine. There was no hint of anger either so she was pretty sure that left out one of Shoutaro's girlfriends. 'Yet how did they get in here?' Her eyes turned towards the main room. 'Housekeeping...' she placed her hands on the edge of the skin her eyes trailing towards her phone. She couldn't leave this message here for anyone to see, well not just anyone. Just Maria. She looked up to the ceiling for a moment taking a deep breath she wanted out of this room but first things were first. She held up her phone and snapped several pictures before grabbing the handtowel and soaking it, it wouldn't be spotless but the message would be gone. Once she was settled with the way it looked she chewed her lower lip.

Kyoko quickly makes her way back through the room to her father's room. Her eyes trailed the room as if there would be something else to be seen but she saw nothing out of place. She looked down once more before mentally shaking her head before raiding her father's closet and taking one of his dress shirts, she was surprised to see he even had any reasonable ones she felt a bit less like she was going down the hall wearing PJs as she button it up a bit and rolled the sleeves up. Her eyes trailing back towards the bathroom as she picked up her phone. Sending the photos to Lory, Ruto and General Brown she told them where she was going she paused for a moment debating turning off her phone. She ran a hand through her hair the desire to scream floated in the back of her throat before she turned and then left the room.

Heth stared at his cellphone a burner it was useless for anything else. His eyes trailed towards the woman on the edge of his bed. There was a skill, a skill that made women so obedient to not just him but any man who came along. Two weeks that was all that he needed, actually he needed even less than with most women, sometimes a woman may take a few days at most but it was rare. No the ones that stopped feeling, those were the ones he liked the most because he didn't have to start out so nice to them. No with them you had to be rough, you had to hurt them first. Make it painful and every time they gave you something, a little emotion, a little whimper you relaxed it became nicer. His eyes trailed towards the one who was now chained to his wall. 'She will break soon enough' he thought but after his first taste with her, ah he knew she was going to be one he had to be rough with. He wasn't supposed to leave a mark on certain women. Yet none of these will be roses... that gave him far more rights.

"None of these will do," he said reaching for his phone.

We need a different rose. - H

I've been looking for a reasonable replacement. - O

Anyone who may work? - H

Yes, I have two lined up. - O

Bring them to me - H

One will be harder to track, but the one shouldn't be any problem. - O

How's the flower - H

The guys really thought it was something else. Hopefully the next will be just as lovely. - O

And my rose? - H

Collecting more thorns it seems - O

What does he say? - H

Nothing - O

He tossed his phone at the girl who was sitting on the foot of his head. She held her face but she didn't whimper she simply picked it up and quickly made her way to the wall to charge it. 'Soon she'll be ready to go...' his eyes turned to the one curled up on the floor. 'That one though.' He would need more time with her it seemed. His eyes turned towards the one on the wall and he smirked. "You go and show me your skills." He nodded towards the girl on the wall and the woman on the floor looked at him questioningly. "Did you really think the only ones who will touch you are men?" He swung his legs off the bed and grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Listen to me, you need to make me want to take you. If you can't do that. I'm just going to have to start all over with your training." She whimpered slightly and he yanked her hair back hard. "Remember," he said running a finger down the side of her throat. "Your only worth is how you use that body of yours. So get to work."

Ren sat in one of the large chairs that faced the entrance of the hotel. His eyes trailed over the five men taking them all in, all five of them with the right clothes and style could make it as models. Most of all he felt that was true for Reino his violet eyes and silver hair would likely catch many eyes. R'Mandy would love to have him as one of their models actually, he could see all five of them actually working for R'Mandy. Yet if he had to rank them Reino would be for his exotic looks, it could be a toss-up he supposed when it came down to Shizuru. Many women would be attracted to him, compared to all the others he seemed the most muscular without being a muscle head. Yet Miroku would also draw them in as well he had a certain air about him. His eyes trailed over the last two of them, they would likely pull women in but not like the other three if you asked him. They had their boyish charms, Dasuku had a lazy look to him as if he just got of bed and couldn't be bothered to do more than run his fingers through his hair a few times. While Kiyora reminded him of someone who spent far to much time on his looks and when he compared that to Reino and Mirkou it seemed odd somehow to say that but he was sure Kiyora took extremely good care of his skin and health for some odd reason. He would not be someone who would accept aging with any grace he figured as he watched the five of them.

He sighed placing a hand on his forehead as he watched the five of them with the reporter woman. He was learning more than he thought possible, Reino was a quiet person, he didn't let people get to close to him and Miroku was always at his side. Yet he could tell right away there wasn't a lover feeling to either of them, but clearly some sort of deep connection and relationship. Shizuru seemed, even more, quieter than Reino came off. Yet if Mirkou was protective could be seen as the most protective over Reino, this man was overly protective over the whole group as a whole. 'He has skills in fighting' he wasn't exactly sure who was more active though Kiyora or Dasuku but they both seemed to really love the limelight where it seemed almost as if Reino and Miroku were used to such things. 'Yes within their group is an even tighter unit, Reino and Mirkou, Kiyora and Dasuku and Shizuru floats easily between the two. He is likely the one that holds them together.' His eyes trailed back towards Reino before falling towards Mirkou 'But I could be wrong.'

Ren phone buzzed and he reached in looking at the number he was surprised. He honestly hadn't expected her to listen to him at all, 'Maybe she couldn't tell I was teasing her?' Well, he would have stopped by and made sure. He flipped open his phone unable to hide the smile that was playing across his face as he answered his phone.

"I'm in my room" it wasn't exactly what he had hoped for but even without the proper greetings, it was nice for some reason.

"Not even a hello, have you been behaving?" His eyes narrowed slightly when she didn't respond to him, "Are you alright?" he was fighting the urge to stand up but he had to remind himself there was nothing on his end that sounded like a struggle.

"Sorry... I'm was... well I mean. I wasn't listening could you repeat what you said?"

He mentally growled, he had an idea what she was doing and the fact that she had thought nothing of it at first told him exactly where he stood in her mind. Yet what could he expect from her, she really only started to talk to him a few days ago and it wasn't as if she was doing this on purpose. Yet that didn't seem to matter, not from what he could tell she was not attracted to his charms or perhaps the correct word would be his looks. "It's not important, as long as you are alright." Again there was silence and he had to keep himself in check. "Kyoko?"

"I'm fine." He mentally rolled his eyes he really was getting tired of those two words coming from her mouth. "You are being nice to them right?"

"I'm always nice" at least Ren Tsuruga was always nice, even when he was insulting someone he did it nicely. So nice that people didn't know how to respond to him when he was being brutally honest with them. That wasn't true either, a lot of the time they got themselves up to his standards at least around him. As if disappointing him was something they didn't want to do.

"I'm hanging up now," there was just a small pause, "be nice." He heard the phone go dead on his end and he pulled his phone away looking at it. He was expecting more than that and he found himself rather disappointed and annoyed he was told to yet again be nice. Closing his phone he put it in his pocket as he saw Reino and Miroku walk towards him.

"They'll be in soon enough," he said sitting on the armrest of Ren's chair if he was testing him he was doing a very good job.

Ren smiled at him, "What are they talking about anyway?"

Reino's eyes turned towards him and he did feel a moment of uneasiness wash over him but he had dealt with scarier and meaner people in his life. This man that stood in front of him was neither. "That is something you will just have to wait and see in the news tomorrow."

"If they even bother to report it," Miroku said crossing his arms in front of his chest. Reino shrugged slightly but he shook his head, "I know you said it will help her." He looked towards Ren slightly "speaking of her, where did she run off too?"

"She went to her room to change." Miroku nodded his head some.

The other three walked into the waiting area to join them as Kiyora shook his head, "I still can't believe they think someone that plain looking would have so many guys attracted to her." Ren had to hold himself in check as he heard Kiyora's words that seemed to echo what so many seemed to think about Kyoko.

Dasuku shrugged his shoulders slightly, "I'm telling you it's a status thing if she didn't have that title no one would give her a second glance." both of them winced as they felt the back of their heads being smacked. "Damnit Shizuru, we weren't talking about your sisters."

"Doesn't matter to him, you should know that by now," Miroku said uncrossing his arms. His eyes trailed towards Reino who had pulled out his phone from his pocket looking at it. Miroku moved forward and looked over his shoulder slightly, "Still bothered by that?" Ren closed his eyes he didn't want either of them to think he was listening only bored. Reino said nothing before putting his phone back in his pocket. "Well let's head up then shall we?"