Sorry this took a little bit. You all forgive me right? Good. Anywho, I heard that some of you were getting scared. I mean who wouldn't? And also who is Tivt? One little hint, err, wait, I'll tell you at the end of the chapter.

Chapter Four of Dangerous Memories

- Rats Play While the Cat is Gone -

Raimundo's POV

It was the night of the dinner I had reserved two days ago for Kimiko and I. As I had predicted, Kimiko had come back after her shopping expenditure with an evening dress, a black one, with a ruffle of lace at the bottom, and white and red cherry blossoms decorating the dress. This wasn't the kind of dress you wore to a barbecue or the Diner. We were going to a restaurant famous for it's steak's and it's margarita's, called Khemia. Of course, we wouldn't get to taste that food if Kimiko took any longer getting ready. It was a cliché that women always took long to get ready, but Kimiko really knew how to make the truth come out. I prided myself on the fact that I had purposely made the reservation an hour later from what I had told Kimiko. Bored, I flipped open one of the manga sitting on the desk. It figures that where I flipped to, there's a couple making out. So typical. Shutting the book, I looked up to see Kimiko, a look of amusement on her face. She had already put on her formal attire.

I watched as she gave me a seductive smile. "Enjoying the view?" She asked, more amusement clear on her features.

I gave her a smirk in return. "Don't I always?"

She tilted her head, giving a smile. Coming over, she sat on my lap, planting a kiss square on my forehead. "I'm ready now," Kimiko said with a grin.

Picking her up, bridal style, I gently set her on the floor. "About time, don't cha think? I thought we were going to be late."

Kimiko gave a small laugh, a nice tinkling sound. I was glad she was able to do that, after all that had happened lately. I knew that topic would come up tonight, so I didn't bother bringing it up.

I must have looked stricken, or something, because Kimiko noticed. "Rai, what's wrong?"

I immediately shook my head. "Nothing, love," I said, taking her hand affectionately in mine. "Let's go." Descending the stairs, we walked out to the car. A nice black convertible, which had been chosen by both of us. Opening the car door for Kimiko, I waited until she got in. Shutting it behind her, I walked to my side, getting into the car. Why did I have that knot in my stomach again?

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Kimiko's POV - Restaurant Khemia

Sitting down at a circle table, covered in what appeared to be expensive lace, the lighting provided from small overhead lights, and elegant candles placed in the middle of each table.

At first, we talked, normal conversations, things we didn't know about each other, stories we hadn't told. The intimacy was there, but I could feel the shroud of ominously floating around us like a thick curtain of darkness. We both wanted to bring it up, I knew, but I doubted either of us wanted to ruin our evening. I needed to ask.

"Raimundo, you know we need to talk about this," I said, my voice solemn.

He sighed. "I know." Reaching across the table, he took my hand in his. "Where should we start?"

I shook my head. I was at a loss as well. "I'm almost afraid to say what I'm thinking."

Raimundo's face froze. Like he already knew what I was going to say. It wouldn't surprise me if he did know what had entered my thoughts.

"I..." Beginning to say what was on my mind, Raimundo held up a hand to stop me.

He looked right into my eyes. His deep green eyes stared deeply into my blue ones. "You think it's Greg." It was said so bluntly.

I tried to hold my gaze steady. Raimundo said it, not because he knew it would hurt me, but because he knew that's what I was thinking too. All I could do was nod. He was right.

"I feel like I should call the Police Department in Tokyo." Raimundo said, a thought coming from nowhere.

I thought it over for a moment. That was all I needed. "I think you should."

Raimundo nodded. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed the Operator, connecting all the way to Tokyo. That was what I thought at least, until I learned later that he had already had the number saved on his phone. He was always good at foreseeing events.

I waited, and watched.

Raimundo talked into the phone. Asking about Greg, and when I was just about ready to shout at him to hurry up, he hung up the phone, with the biggest smile on his face, coming in second only to when he said 'I do' at our wedding.

"What?" I asked, dying to know what had made him so happy.

"Well, I called the Department, and they assured me he's still safely in jail.

I felt a whoosh of air release from me. So relieved, I felt so satisfied, that my past wasn't coming back to haunt me. Giving the hand that was in Raimundo's a squeeze; I felt my mouth curve upwards in a smile rivaling Raimundo's.

Seconds later, Raimundo's phone rang. Giving me a loving look, and with a quick roll of his eyes, he answered his phone.

After some moments of conversing, he hung up the phone.

"Can I be a total jerk and leave right now? I have a meeting that just came up. Apparently, we need to hire another supplier. We're not keeping up with demand."

I gave a disseminative wave. Then a smile. I knew how much he loved his work. "Go ahead." I said, as I saw a look of relief on his face.

"Are you mad?" He asked me. I shook my head at this. After all, how many times had this happened to me before, my father leaving dinner, birthdays, even my graduation from High School, because of important meetings? Giving a sultry smile, I asked him one question. "Are you going to make up for this later?"

He caught my look, coming over to me, giving me a kiss that left me breathless, and made my heart pound fast in my chest. "Definitely," he said with a grin. Grabbing his coat, and with a quick goodbye, he left.

I had lingering thoughts though. Even if he was still in jail, Greg that is, that didn't change the fact that things were still happening. Like I had a stalker. Signaling the waiter, he immediately came over to me.

"Yes, Miss?" He asked formally.

"A Bloody Mary," I said, not hinting emotions. A quick nod was all it took for him to vanish.

Later - Pedrosa Estate - Still Kimiko's POV

Raimundo still hadn't come home like he had promised. I missed him. True to point, I was bored. I had read through all my books, cleaned the bedroom, and even went through my closet. The cook and butler had left two hours ago, so I was alone. Granted, I should be afraid, but the thought that Greg was still in jail made me think I really had nothing to be afraid of. Still, I had a stalker, but I had put the security system on high alert. Just in case. I mean, you never know. Right?

Figuring Raimundo wasn't coming home soon, I glanced at the clock. 11:00 at night. Sighing, I looked out the window. I stared into darkness. The moon was bright tonight, giving an ethereal glow from the sky, making it looked tranquil outside in the night air. A back light was on, as well as light filtering from inside the house, spraying brightness onto the backyard. A shadow 

quickly passed before my eyes, but before I had time to study it, it was gone. Okay, so my heart was beating a little faster, and I felt my lips go dry. Shutting the curtains, I sat on my bed, flipping open my cell phone. Pressing the speed dial button for Raimundo's cell, I waited, as the phone tone filled my ears. Each pause between each tone made my heart drop every time. Again. And again. Then his voicemail. I listened to his soothing voice, filled with joy, as my memories took me back to when we recorded that message, a day when we were both feeling much better than I was now.

"It's Raimundo! I can't pick up the phone. But if you call Kim's phone, I bet she will. She always does." The opening began.

"Don't listen to him; he just doesn't want to pick up his phone. Rai's lazy." I heard my own voice saying after him.

A short pause filled in with us laughing.

"Why would I answer my phone, when I could be spending time with you, darling!" He continued, with a fake accent.

"It's not my fall you're so insanely, madly, totally head over heels in love with me." I then faked a sigh. "It's a gift and a curse."

"The only way to get her to be quiet is to passionately kiss her." Raimundo said with a laugh. "I have to go teach my wife how to behave, so call me back later."

That was the end of the message. This was Raimundo's personal phone. Obviously, he wouldn't want the President of a big shot company to hear that. Although, now that I had heard it, I felt much better. Shutting the phone, I got under the covers, turned on my fan, and turned off the light.

I woke up later, a small noise waking me up. The clock readout read 2:23 at night. Judging by the way Raimundo's arm wasn't around my waist, I knew he wasn't back yet. I was going to drift back into sleep, but the noise came again. The soft pattering of feet on carpet. It was pitch black, and apparently the moon wasn't shining. But then again, it wouldn't, as I reminded myself of the fact that I had closed the curtains before I went to bed. The darkness betrayed nothing. The steps continued in the darkness, and I immediately hated the large size of the room that I had found spacious before. I couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the noise, considering the fan that I had turned on earlier was giving its whirling hum. The noise was now loud in my ears, making it so I wished to never see a fan for the rest of my life. I heard the bathroom door open, shut again a minute later.

How to describe what I was feeling? Almost like someone was strangling me, the air caught up in my throat, the fear vise-like. As if whoever was in the room was personal to my breathing, I tried my best to appear like I was still sleeping. With a lot of effort, I steadied my breathing, trying to make it sound normal as I inhaled and exhaled. If only my heart wasn't being so fast, so 

loud, that I was sure whoever was in my room could hear.

Noises went on. Almost like whoever was there was examining the room, learning it's secrets, its creaks, and crevices. Then I heard a noise I was much better off not hearing. A creak. Not too scary for some, but for me, it was horror incarnate. The one creaky board, even with the carpet covering, could still be heard whenever I step on that spot. And where was that spot? Right at the foot of my bed. I squeezed my eyes shut, still trying to look in deep sleep. I felt the press of fabric, weight on the bed, sinking in like a crevice. I was screaming inside, delirious with some hope that somehow, I was dreaming, and in reality I was peacefully sleeping the night away.

I felt something terrible then. A touch of someone's hand, rough and calloused, cupping my cheek with their hand. Then a finger, softly touching my lips, tracing them, going so slow, ever so slowly, and just as I thought I couldn't take it any longer, I passed out.

!LATER!

"Kimiko! KIMIKO!!" A voice came from the dark. "Open you eyes!! KIM!"

I struggled, opening my eyes, and then closing them seconds later. To my relief, I was safely in Raimundo's arms. "Raimundo." I said, softly whispering his name, as my lip quivered.

"Kim! Thank God your all right. What happened? I come home, and I can't even wake you up. I was about to call an ambulance." In his eyes, I could recognize pure fear. His deep and touching concern for me.

I cried first. A regular damsel in distress. And then I told my fearful story. Bits and pieces came out, some small, but ever so important details I remembered later. Like the shadow I had seen before I went to bed. I couldn't stand it.

Raimundo's POV

All I could do was hold her tightly. Protecting her in my arms. In my head though, I felt like I could kill myself. Things continued to happen while I was gone. I couldn't protect her all the time. When I had come home to see her unmoving, I thought I had lost her. Because of my stupidity. Someone had been in our house, and I wasn't there for Kimiko. Whoever this mother fucker was, he was going to pay for this. Kimiko's body let out another shutter, and she started crying again. I gently shushed her, holding her more tightly. Everything had to be alright. It had to be.

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?? POV

"Did they make the phone call?" I asked from the shadows.

"Yes. They did." A lackey, someone I had hired replied.

"You did as I instructed?" I asked, checking again.

"Every word." I was assured then.

"Good." I replied. Insurance, I told myself. I couldn't have this man spill out my plans. Now time to dispose of him. Drawing him near, like I had some important secret he needed to hear, I pulled out my concealed knife. Then slit his throat.

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Oh, um, wow. Wherever that last bit came from, I'm going to have to bump up the FF rating. Okay, now if anyone says they weren't afraid, you are LYING! Because I'm afraid. And I really need to stop writing these chapters at night. This guy is insane. I must say, I'm proud of this mysterious character though, because everyone is getting the feeling from him that I want to convey. Someday, I'll change the names and make a real novel out of this.

The author wishes she wasn't so scared right now:

-RaiKimLover

P.S. For everyone wondering: TIVT? If you think about it, you can figure it out. It's a simple code, picked up from Nancy Drew. And if you have the answer, please PM me it, or we would ruin it for all the other readers. Oh, and the dress I was describing, that was my winter ball dress.