Faking Rage
The ballroom was an impressive sight. Honestly, Chitoge hadn't expected anything less from a lavish party being thrown by the Yakuza. There was sparkling light cast down on them from the crystal chandeliers, and chamber music floated through the air as the young woman walked through the doors, looking around and taking in the scene around her.
Her painted red lips turned up in a smirk as she looked at around, seeing a handful of men and women dancing, while other were huddled around in their little tribes, afraid to let loose. It was a sad person who was too afraid to get up and dance at one of these things, after all, it was a party, and everyone was here to have fun, even if part of her fun was just that she was here at all.
Of course, she couldn't be sure that she wasn't actually wanted here. Perhaps this had been more of Raku's plan…or maybe if she was lucky he had invited her here because he planned to finally give her the answers that she was looking for. She doubted it. He procrastinated when the thing he didn't want to do something. Most of the time the things he didn't want to do were because he was worried that they'd hurt someone, but that was the old Raku. She could believe that five years had changed him to be at least a little bit more selfish.
Because she was fairly sure that no one had expected to see her here, she had decided to pull out all of the stops when it came to turning heads. The dress she was wearing was from the new line that her company had not put out yet. The thin red fabric looped around her neck hugged her curves down to her hips, leaving her back exposed to the cool air. A long slit traveled up the fabric, giving her more than enough freedom to move around, and also showing off even more skin. Honestly, when she had first seen the dress she thought that it showed far too much skin, but once she had decided she wanted the attention, she very quickly understood the appeal.
When one of the many waiters came by with a tray of champagne flutes she took one quickly giving him a nod. She was fine as long as she didn't think too much about how revealing her dress was. If she thought about that she'd think about the fact that the material was so smooth and snug that she hadn't been able to wear anything under it. When she went down that path, she'd be very happy for the tall crystal glass filled with liquid courage to keep her from losing her shit and turning into a blushing puddle of embarrassment.
Her eyes scanned the room, moving from one man in an expensive suit to another. She had already spotted a handful of the Shuei-Gumi. It looked like they were giving her a wide birth, either still scared of her from the show she put on earlier, or concerned that they didn't want to get too close to who they still thought was their young master's girl. She smirked, kind of enjoying the little sense of power that it gave her.
While one hand was holding her champagne flute, the other had moved up to her chest. Her fingers had found the key that she wore around her neck, and were idly playing around its edges as she searched around the crowded ballroom for the boy that she knew. It wasn't so much that she wanted to see him, but in this dress, in a place that he surely didn't expect her to be…she wanted him to see her.
If he thought that he could put off talking to her, or that he could try and make her crazy and then make her wait…well, she'd show him what he was making wait. She'd show him that she was a dangerous firecracker, and in a place as volatile as this, a little firecracker could definitely do a whole lot of damage. She smirked and downed her champagne in a single swallow as she saw one of the Shuei-Gumi members trying to avoid her gaze. Maybe she'd start by asking someone in his little mob family to dance with her a little bit. If he didn't want to dance with her, she was sure she could find a partner somewhere.
She was about to set to chasing after one of the men who looked like they didn't fit in their suit when a strong hand came out and took ahold of her wrist. She blinked as her movement was halted and looked back at her wrist, seeing the hand. Her eyes traveled slowly up the arm before settling on the face of the boy with the messy hair that she had left behind five years prior.
A satisfied smirk spread across her lips as she looked at his serious face, "You looking for a dance?"
Raku Ichijo stared into her eyes with an expression that seemed upset, but somehow not surprised. He turned and slowly began to pull her along behind him, "Come with me." She struggled a little bit against his pulling at first, but decided it wasn't worth the effort and let him pull her along, at least for now.
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The bathroom door closed behind her, shielding them from the sound of the chamber music and the murmuring noises of the crowd of people. The two of them were now in a quiet room where no one else would see or hear them, and he still had a hold of her wrist, keeping her there. She felt the anger deep inside of her starting to well back up to the surface.
Chitoge pulled her arm free from Raku's grip, and scrambled quickly over to the sinks, her hands gripping to the edge behind her as she kept her gaze locked on Raku. Her body shivered as her mind was filled with memories of her office. She tried with all of her might to make his body wither away into nothingness with her icy glare. He wasn't going to get her hot and bothered again just because they were off in private now. No, she definitely wasn't going to let him get under her skin.
Raku's glare had an intensity that matched hers as he hissed out, "What are you even doing here?"
"Idiot! you invited me." She turned her head away, but kept a close watch on him out of the corner of her eye.
"You weren't supposed to actually come!" He brought hid hand up, pressing his palm against his forehead.
She frowned and gripped the edge of the counter with the sinks tighter, "I thought maybe you'd finally grow some balls and tell me what the fuck was going on!"
Raku through his arms to the sides, "What do you want me to say!?"
"LITERALLY ANYTHING!" She could feel tears of rage forming in the corner of her eyes, "I mean, seriously! Explain literally anything that has happened these last five years, because none of this makes any fucking sense!"
Raku bit his bottom lip, taking pause at her earnest request. He stared at the tile floor of the bathroom, sorting his thoughts in his head for a moment as if looking for the best place to start. Chitoge felt her anger begin to grow with each passing moment. How was he taking so long to decide what to say? He had FIVE YEARS to think about this moment, and he was still at a loss for words?
"After you left-" He spoke in a soft voice, almost a whisper, "We tried to find you, you know." He looked up at her for a moment, "We looked around and you were just gone…and then we had to find a way for things to keep going without you."
She narrowed her eyes at him. Was he blaming her for leaving? Didn't he know that she had done that for him? She had seen the way that he looked at Onodera, and so she had left so that they could finally get together like they should have been since before she had met up with him for the first time in high school. Her being there had always done nothing but make his life harder, so what was he even trying to say?
"You were gone, but the Beehive was still here." He took a long breath, "So Claude came to me. He told me he knew all along that our relationship was fake, but that it had kept the violence between our groups down, and that now that you were gone he didn't have any complaints about me keeping up the act to keep fights from breaking out."
So there she had it. She felt like she should feel defeated somehow, knowing that all this time she was still only being used to keep fights from breaking out between two rival gangs. Of course it was something so simple and stupid like that. It had to be. She closed her eyes tightly and took a long intake of breath before looking back to him. She had more questions, but would give him time to speak.
"That's why you shouldn't be here, Chitoge." He began moving towards her, "It's dangerous! What were you even thinking?"
He took half a step forward, and she tried to maintain the distance, sliding along the edge of the sinks to get away. She was glaring at him so coldly, why would he try to get closer, "I should be asking what you're thinking!" She kept both eyes on him, watching carefully so she could keep her distance if he kept advancing on her, "You think I'm gonna drop my guard around you now, after what happened at the office!?"
He took a long breath before taking a half-step forward, "Chitoge-"
"No!" She took the half-step back to maintain their distance, "You can stay right there until you can figure out how to make all of this make sense!" Her body shivered with anger, "Why would you even DO that!?"
He growled and threw his hands down to his side, "Because it was the first time I'd seen the girl that I love in 5 years, alright!? I'm sorry that I wasn't really thinking straight."
She scowled, "No one is going to hear us in the bathroom, Ichijo! You can cut it out with the fake love-"
He cut her off with an icy glare that left her mouth dry, "It's not."
Her lips had stopped in the middle of forming more argument. Somehow those words had taken all of the air out of her sails. She wasn't sure that she had it in her to keep screaming at him, but she also wasn't sure what she had heard, or what it could have possibly meant. She kept her gaze angry and icy, but just didn't know what to say anymore.
His features softened as he watched her struggle as if trying to find the best way to twist his words into a knife so that she could stab him, "You think I'd do anything like that just because I was pretending to love you, idiot?"
She scowled at him, "You're the idiot! Why didn't you just kiss me like a normal person!?" Her cheeks had begun burning with a blush and she felt a tingle in her chest as her skin grew hot.
"Are you serious?" He looked at her for a long minute, "You in that authoritative outfit was so hot it was criminal…" He closed his eyes and took a long calming breath, "…and then you threw your panties at me. Fuck. If I was close enough to kiss you I definitely wouldn't have been able to stop myself from doing way more than that."
"Then why didn't you do that, idiot!?" She threw her hands up, no longer sure why she was yelling. She was flustered and saying things faster than her brain could put together the words.
This time it was Raku who had a furious blush on his cheeks, "I-I didn't…" He turned his head back, seeming to have found his resolve, "I didn't have a c-condom, alright!?" It was clear that even with whatever resolve he had found, some words were still harder than others when you were infant of the girl you professed to love.
She continued to glare angrily at him, "Are you kidding me!?" She still wasn't quite sure why she was shouting, "I've been on the pill since I was 16!" Her fingers tightened their grip on the edge of the sinks. She was too angry to ask herself why she was telling him that.
His hands balled into fists and suddenly he marched forward with a purpose in his step, "Oh yeah!? Maybe I should have done that then!"
"Maybe you should have!" She spat the words at him, forgetting that she had intended to keep her distance.
His hands slapped the surface of the countertop that held the sinks on either side of her, leaning in dangerously close so that his breath tickled at her skin, "Maybe I should just do it now!"
She refused to back down, turning her face up to glare straight into his eyes, "You think you can get your beansprout dick hard enough to actually do it?"
He growled as he grabbed her hips in his hands and pulled her up sitting her on the edge of the counter. She reached forward and grabbed ahold of the collar of his shirt, keeping him from backing up. Her mind wasn't thinking rationally anymore. The mix of rage, and a lust that had been boiling inside of her for years had taken away her clear mind. She growled as she pulled angrily at his tie, loosening the knot and tearing it from his collar.
His fingers started pulling up on the bottom of her dress, searching for a way past the thin layer of fabric. When they found the long slit that ran down her leg, it only took moments to start pushing the offending fabric away so that there was one less layer between them as he pushed forward against her and the edge of the counter. He seemed to slow down when his fingers discovered that she had decided not to wear panties so that the lines wouldn't show through her dress.
She snarled at his stopping, and gripped onto the sides of his collar with both hands. She pulled him forward with her tight grip and crushed her lips against his in a feral and demanding kiss. Her animalistic growls slowly morphed into low moans as she poured all of her passion into the locking of lips, her tongue forcing entry into his mouth an exploring the hot moist recess that it found.
He returned the kiss as well as he could, one arm wrapping around her to hug her chest tight against his, while the other settled under her ass, shifting her forward on the counter so that her thighs brushed against the material of his pants. She would have gasped had it not been for the kiss that swallowed it, and reminded her not to lose her focus.
After a long moment they pulled their lips apart. She felt like she might have bruised hers from the force of their kiss, but was too busy trying to catch her breath to think too hard about it. Her eyes continued to try to bore a hole into his as she sat on the edge of the counter, huffing and puffing.
He closed his eyes, his own chest moving with the force of his long, laboured breaths. When he spoke up, his raspy voice sent shivers down her spine, "We should stop."
She tightened her grip around his collar and glared with a primal rage that he hadn't seen before, "Don't you fucking dare try and leave it at that." There was a dark dangerous tone to her voice now
He hurriedly shook his head, "No, that's not what I meant." He forced a weak smile and motioned with his head, "I mean…I didn't imagine my first time would be in a public restroom."
Her grip loosened, her fingers shaking as the realization of what had almost just happened crashed into her mind. Her shoulders shook slightly and she looked up into his eyes before whispering softly, "I have a room." She looked down at his chest, "Would you like to…" She swallowed hard as suddenly the consequences of every word seemed more clear than they had before, "Would you like to join me in my room?" It was an invitation that was barely louder than a murmur.
He brought his hand up, pushing her bangs out of her eyes with the back of his fingers, before in a voice that feigned shock he spoke softly, "Miss Kirisaki, are you trying to get me into your hotel room for an illicit rendezvous?"
She playfully punched him in the chest, a slight smile forming on her lips, "Shut the fuck up and take me to my room so we can pick this up again, Mr. Ichijo."
He chuckled and lifted her hips off of the counter. For a moment she thought that he had intended to throw her over his shoulder and carry her out like some sort of prize, but instead she found herself lowered down so that her feet touched the ground. Her knees shuddered slightly as she tried to keep her balance. It was obvious to her now that the heels were a mistake, as her libido had stolen the strength from her legs.
No sooner had she thought that, then he had swept her up in his arms, holding her to his chest like he was some sort of knight and she was a princess. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from slipping. She looked up into his eyes and saw those kind eyes that she had fallen for all those years before. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked away quickly to hide the powerful blush on her cheeks, pouting slightly that he had so much power over her.
"Don't get a big head. My legs are just tired from the heels." She pouted a little bit more, "I'm not like this because of you or anything."
He chuckled softly, "Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me after we get you out of those shoes."
She turned her head, burying her face in his chest to hide the beaming smile that had appeared on her lips, "After three years of a fake relationship and five years apart, you'd better work extra hard to live up to the hype." Even now that she was finally getting everything that she wanted, she still couldn't bring herself to drop her tsundere act.
He smiled as he carried her out of the bathroom, "I'll try not to disappoint."
She whispered her response quietly against his chest, so quiet she was certain he couldn't hear it, "With everything that I want…how could I possibly be disappointed?"
