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The Devil Wears a Pinstriped Suit	By : Sosoru Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 24776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I know this chapter is EXTREMELY short. It is only a filler chapter, because I haven’t updated in
so long. I promise the next chapter will come soon and it will be much longer. I just don’t want
anyone to get too restless. Also, to quinch your thirst for my K/K action, check out my newest fic
“Spy Versus Spy” Leave a review, tell me what you think.

Chapter 14

“All rise for the honorable Judge Sanchez,” the bailiff stated as a curt, middle aged woman appeared
from the chambers and took her seat above all.

Everyone was standing, silently and intently until she ordered all to be at ease. Kenshin and I took
our rightful places next to our client as the prosecution poured a glass of water. This was it. Day
One of many where we see just for far we can bend the judicial system. This was the day Kenshin
and I worked so damn hard for. This was the day I would shine. My charcoal pinstriped suit
definitely out staged all. Most are used to layers wearing solid, boring colors. I go against the mold.
I make a statement without uttering a word. I am bold. I am unconventional. I am here to put in
work.

I looked over at DeMakey and crew and smiled. She peered over the shoulder of one of her colleges
and acknowledge my smile. Oddly enough, the fact that the two super-powers of the courtroom were
facing off made more headlines than the actual case. Neither one of us have ever lost a case. Neither
one of us intends on breaking that trend anytime soon. Kenshin pulled some papers from his
briefcase and handed them to me. I looked over them and placed them with the other papers on my
table.

Oddly enough, he and I truly had not had enough time to worry about our personal problems the
past 36 hours. DeMakey had pulled strings from high up to push the day of trial. Sneaky bitch, I
thought. But, I would have done exactly the same thing.

“Are you ready?” I whispered to Kenshin.

“Hai,” he replied.

“This is the real deal. I have faith in you, Kenshin. Everyone is expecting me to make all the big
moves, but they didn’t factor you in,” I stated, leaving Kenshin with a confused look on his slender
face.

“Kaoru?” He quizzed.

“I want you to take the lead...with me close behind, of course. I know you have the skills of
persuasion. I know you can think on your feet. I also know you can lie like a doormat. Go out there
and show me what you are made of,” I said, looking dead in his eyes. While my references were in
light, my seriousness was evident.

“Kaoru...” he began to trail, but my eyes stopped him. Not my expression. Not my face. My eyes.
The eyes of a panther. The eyes of a predator. The eyes of determination. He had seen the same gaze
before, in a different arena. Now the same gaze bore down on him, and he knew where his place
was. He knew there was nothing he could do, but do as I said.

“Good,” I purred, intentionally throwing him off balance. He chuckled, but caught himself quickly,
so not to appear unprofessional.

Our client leaned over to me and whispered in my ear...something about what the hell was going on
and he he didn’t pay X amount of dollars to let a secondary lawyer screw up his case and put him
in jail. He went on for a few moments before I raised my hand respectfully to shut him the fuck up. I
cleared my throat, a clear indication that I meant business and I would not tolerate his whining
bullshit.

“I am the lawyer, you are the murderer. Let the true criminal here do her job so you can move on
with your pathetic existence outside the confines of maximum security...or Buba’s cell,” I said in an
incredibly subtle, but clear voice. The filthy bastard slinked back into his chair and adjusted his dark
tie, which coordinated with his tan suit. A truly inappropriate color, even by my standanards. And that's
saying a whole hell of a lot.

Pardon my french...but this kind of shit is stressful.

“Kayima, will you approach the bench, please?” the judge question politely. I bowed respectfully
and preceded to the woman sitting high and mighty. She glanced over a few files, then eyed me just
above the edge of her sleek, rimless glasses. Plain, brown eyes scanned me as lips painted soft pink
began to move.

Who Who will be presenting this case? These records show you are the primary, but it appears your
secondary is preparing to go,” she stat/p>
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“Your honor, you and I both know that statues allow for all attorneys on either side conduct any
potion of proceeding on the respected side, so long the are listed as being capable of doing such per
the defendant or plaintiff,” I retorted in a respectful tone. I really wanted to snap the simbitcbitch’s
neck. I had heard she favored the prosecution, now it was completely evident it was the case.
Normally, I would have tried to win her over...buck hck her. The jury would be deciding the case. If
she tried to pull any shit, she’d be swimming in so much litigation her grandchildren would need life
preservers.

“Watch your step,” she stated as she put the file down and motioned for me to sit down. A slight
smirk went across my face as I had obscene fantasies about Judge Sanchez taking her rightful place
under my car.

“Yes, your honor,” I said as I took my seat. I leaned over to Kenshin, letting him know what just
occurred...he seemed largely unfazed, though...until we both heard his name being called.

“Kenshin!” we heard. Simultaneously, we looked behind us to see none other than his wife, Tomoe.

I was honestly taken back by her beauty...and her aloof presence. She waved, then quickly took a
seat as to not cause a scene. She reminded me of a soccer mom watching her child’s first game. It
was almost cute. I can imagine the conversation with her coworkers about this.

‘My baby had his first high profile murder case today. I’m so proud.’

Kenshin ran his fingers through his short, red hair. Oh, fucking great, he was going to let the fact
that his mistress and his wife were in the same room together effect him. FUCK!
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