and than I had a test paper week... nope, I am not going to study.

I am going to post mor chapters, cause I really enjoy writing this.

Eisuke's pov

When I woke up the next morning I smelled something. Like pastry. No, not pastry. What was it? I quickly dressed myself and then when to the kitchen. There I saw Joy-Anne sitting at the table with what looked like a mega sandwich. I grumbled a 'good morning' and sat down.

"What on earth are you eating?" I scoffed, looking at the club sandwich like giant. "It's called an 'out thrower', at least, that's the best translation I can give ya." She smiled. Wait what? She smiled? Why did she smile? Did I have something stuck to my face? Oh right. Wait a second.

"And you just decided to make that, in my kitchen, without my permission? " I glared at her. She just nodded, and put a plate in front of me. "Try it."

She looked at me with a smirk, almost daring me. It looked disgusting. It was toasted bread with lots and lots of cheese, and egg, and on the side there was a salad. At least, it looked like one, but I didn't see any chicken or dressing. Still. I did not want to be weak. So I took the plate, and the knife and fork she handed him. Luckily I knew how to handle those, as I had been to America and Europe on business trips. Otherwise it would have been really awkward. I cut off a piece and ate it.

I scrunched my face, waiting for the disgusting flavour. But it did not come. It was actually delicious!

Before I really noticed I had cleared my plate. Wow... how did I not know cheese could be so delicious. Joy-Anne stood up and took my plate away. I saw that she too was fully dressed and washed. She wore a black blazer over a white blouse, and black flairing trousers. Beneath that she wore white heels. I looked up at her. She had her hair in a very simple, but chic ponytail and light makeup. I did not know what to say. "You're welcome" she smirked. I grunted. "We are going out." I said. She looked at me, one eyebrow raised, and her arms folded in front of her. Don't distract me woman! "Be ready in five minutes. " she simply sat down again. Did she not hear me? I am not going to repeat myself! I did not know what do do with her. She was acting all cold and distant again, just when I thought she was going to be sweet. Never mind. I went to the bedroom and got my last things together.

Joy-Anne's pov

When he came back I hadn't moved. I was ready anyways. I had my phone stuffed in my bra, and my gun strapped on my leg. Just in case. He ordered me to walk along with him. Excuse me? Who did he think he was, ordering me around like that? I stayed where I was. He turned around.

"I said, come with me!" He repeated, louder this time. I did not move. Then, in a matter of seconds he walked over to me and pulled me up by my arm. How dare he, that bastard! Once again I did not think, and slapped him across the face. This made him really angry. He shoved me against the wall behind me, making me let out a little grunt. He was way too close. I felt uncomfortable. Not that I let it show, I stared at him, with pure hate In my eyes. "Don't think I won't hurt you, just because you're a woman" He said, his voice dangerously low. Damn.

He let go of me, and I stood up and fixed my clothing. My thoughts were racing through my head. I had a gun. Could I just shoot him? But if I shot him, the other guys would be alarmed, and come up. Could I fight those guys? Ota and Baba no doubt. They probably have never even held a gun. But Soryu.. He had already shown me once that he was as least as good as I was. I would just have to wait for it.

Eisuke took me to the mall inside the hotel. I had been here many times, with Marc, but also on my own. He ushered me in a clothing store. The one where I had bought the dress from yesterday, I saw. When we were in there he made me sit down and started looking around. One of the girls working in the shop came to me with a cup of tea. She seemed to recognise me. "Good morning Miss Writer! , how can I help you today?" I smiled gently. What a sweet girl. I looked at Eisuke, since he had forbade me to talk. "I want something silver" He grumbled. The girl smiled politely at him and helped him look for it.

Eisuke's pov

She had smiled at the girl. It was a weird sight. The woman i only new as cold, arrogant and bitchy, was smiling sweetly. It made my heart feel weird. Warm. But then she looked at me again. Her eyes no longer soft, but steely and cold. It would go really well with something silver, I said to the girl. Together we started looking for it.

After a while we had found a few dresses, shoes and lingerie. Joy-Anne eyed it suspiciously. He he. I wondered If she would get embarrassed when she saw the lingerie I had picked out for her. It didn't cover much.

As she and the girl walked into the dressing room, I sat down waiting. I heard Joy-Anne complaining angerly about the lingerie. Next think I knew it came flying over the curtain and onto my lap. "I am not going to wear that!" She yelled. I didn't know if I had to be angry or laughing. I decided to stay calm. "Yes you are." I said, while pushing it in the changing room, at the side of the curtains. I saw her hand with that same flash of blue grab it. It got me wondering. What was that blue colour? I had to suppress a smirk when I heard her swearing about the lingerie, and calling me names. When you couldn't see those eyes, she wasn't scary when she was mad. Only funny. When she was done changing she came out of the dressing room. I looked at her hand. No blue. Where did it go? Then I looked up at her face. Joy-Anne looked annoyed. "I hate it" she stated. I could do nothing but agree with her. on the hanger it had been beautiful, but this dress made her fat. She wasn't fat at all, as anyone could tell. But this dress was so tight that it seemed so.

This process repeated a couple of times. One dress was too light, maker her skin a ghostly white. Another dress clashed horribly with her hair. And so on. After about an hour, when Joy-Anne started to whine, I saw the dress I just knew would be perfect for her. It was a dark grey, metallic dress at the top, which gently faded into a silvery grey at the bottom. It was strapless, but I thought she could handle it, seeing that she was well, ehm 'equipped". When I held it up she sighed. "Alright then..." And she looked at me with an other irritated glare. Damn. I did not know women could be that scary. Not that she scared me of course, I mean... I'm not afraid of anything.