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The Devil Wears a Pinstriped Suit	By : Sosoru Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 24777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sorry for the delay folks. As you know, I’m working long hours and working on three stories, so
my time is stretched and limited. But, here is the next installment. Things get quite interesting.
Also, if you haven’t checked it out, read my newest fic “Spy Versus Spy”. If you love the
OOCness here, you’ll love SVS. Well, on with the show.

Chapter 15

Sweat dripped from the top of Kenshin’s furrowed brow and rolled down to the tip of his finely
shaped chin. Amethyst eyes, usually bright and soft were now wide and dilated like a doe who knew
the SUV in front of her would soon be on top of her. His fingers twitched, the only sign this frozen
figurine was alive. Those, long, lengthy digits then continued their movement, this time in a more
controlled manner, stoking the soft strands of his flaming hair. All he could do was watch his wife
take a seat next to a tall, lanky woman and smile demurely. It was as if he was caught in a bad
dream in which he was only a witness, never to change the events occurring before him. The
performance was one of destruction. His wife. His mistress. Both in the same room.

“Kenshin,” I whispered to him, trying to jog him out of his state. I tugged at his sleeve and said his
name again, this time winning his attention.

“My wife is here,” he said to me, but it sounded as if it were more to himself.

“I noticed. She’s a pretty as you said she was,” I commented. I wasn’t lying. She was actually quite
lovely. But, in looking at her, it made me wonder what drew the pair together in the first place. Her
skin was milky white, her features sharp and angular. Her eyes, though full of love at the moment,
were this icy hue…much cooler than the eyes of Kenshin’s counterpart, Aoshi. There was a certain
calmness about her…like that of a figure carved of ice. So beautiful, yet, so cold, quiet and distant.
This was the love of his life.

“Don’t be so mean, Kaoru,” Kenshin said, facing forward.

“I’m not, she’s as pretty as you said. It’s just that…”

“It’s just what?”

“I wouldn’t picture you with someone like her.”

“What do you mean by that?”

I sighed and tapped my finger on the file in front of me, reminding Kenshin why were there.

“We can talk about her later. Right now, we have more important things to tend to, ok?” I said to
Kenshin. He finally shut his trap and began to sort through his files. It didn’t take him long to snap
back into reality and work on the task at hand. His face had a slight seriousness to it, his lips in a
straight line, his brows forming a scowl, the little worry lines on his forehead making an entrance.
No matter what he did, he never looked his age. He was ever-alluring. Even at that moment, I found
myself almost writhing helpless in my hair as my arousal grew for him. If I was a little more daring,
I would brush these worthless papers off the table, push him onto his back and have my nasty way
with him as his wife watched in horror and disbelief. I would do things to him she never dreamt of
doing, She would tremble as he called out my name over and over as we fell into the abyss of animal
lust and longing.

Damn…my daydreams rock.

“Kaoru?”

“Eh?”

“Com’on, stop fooling around. The judge is ready to proceed.”

“Oh.”

Hey, all of us are entitled to our moment to just space out. I must say I enjoyed every second of it.
But, as I had reminded Kenshin only moments before, it was time to get down to business. DeMakey
had her claws fully exposed, as well as that heifer, Sanchez. They reminded me of a pack of hyenas;
intelligent, but extremely annoying. If they don’t kill you with their cunning, they’ll get you with
undying persistence.

“Ms. Kayima, Mr. Himura, is everything ok?” Sanchez asked in a tone reminiscent of a school
teacher reprimanding naughty students.

“Yes, your honor,” I hissed…as respectfully as possible. I turned to Kenshin, who had seemed to
compose himself enough to stop staring at his wife every few seconds.

“Let’s see what the prosecution has in store,” I whispered as DeMakey rose and began her opening
arguments. This was the part of the trial I hated the most. I often had a hard time concentrating at
this point because it’s usually just a bunch of speculation and psycho-babble put together so
elaborately the jury has no choice but to go along with what’s being said because they have no idea
what any of what they just heard meant. Unfortunately, as an attorney, I had to take note of every
detail and prepare to counter it later on.

So, DeMakey went on and on and on about how she would prove beyond a shadow of the doubt that
my client had killed his wife and how heinous the victims death was and blah blah, blah… bullshit,
bullshit. I then realized that I didn’t have to listen to this crap, Kenshin was going to handle
everything. I had faith in his ability to perform under pressure. This had nothing to do with our
indiscretions. As Boss told me, he put us together to be a great team. I knew he had it in him, he just
needed to be thrust in the right direction. And when it was his turn to present our opening argument,
he rose to the occasion. Of course, the tactic used was not much different than the prosecutions, but
it was always my style to do it with class and in language that the jurors would understand easy. I
made them believe in me and understand me before any evidence was presented to then. Kenshin had
much the same presence about him. He commanded the audience, drew them in with his words as he
painted the picture for the defense.

A loving, faithful husband comes home to find his wife, whom he adored with all his heart,
murdered. With all the pain and anguish in his heart, he let out a shrill cry which awoke the
neighbors, alerting them to call the police. The grief-stricken husband stumbled through the house
and found the murder weapon. Without thinking, he picked it up and began crying…that is how the
police found him. How could a man who so loved his wife, kill her in cold blood? That was what we
presented to the jury. That’s the stage we have set, regardless of the prosecution presenting first.
Why? Because instead of boring them to death, we enthralled them within the story, making them a
part of the action and emotion. Yes, Kenshin did a wonderful job. So good, in fact, Ms. DeMackey
asked for a fifteen minute recess.

“You did an awesome job,” I said to Kenshin, patting him on the back like a coach would his star
athlete.

“Yes, honey, you were great.”

Kenshin and I turned around simultaneously to see Tomoe behind us, leaning against the wooden
railing. Up close, I could see her features better. Rosy cheeks accented her pale face while
deliciously full, pink lips framed pearly white teeth. She wore a crisp blue button-up shirt against a
tan, fitted blazer and tan pants. Her long, raven hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail held
together by a dark blue ribbon midway down her back. I’m sure she could have sat on her hair if the
bottom portion was turned up into the ribbon. The porcelain doll then turned to me and leaned a bit
closer. She extended her hand and smiled genuinely.

“I believe this is the first time we have formally met. It’s good to see your face, Kaoru,” she said as I
took her warm, gentile hand.

“Yes, much the same, Tomoe…though it sometimes feels as though I have known you forever,” I
said. I wasn’t being sarcastic. Kenshin spoke of her so much, I couldn’t help but to take note of what
he said. So far, it seemed all true. She honestly seemed like a decent woman.

Tomoe’s hand released mine and then found its place back in her lap with the other. She slowly
tilted her head to the side in a curious manner and batted her lips as though she was trying to
calculate a thought in her head. She them chuckled to herself, brushing a stray hair off of her
flawless face.

“I’m feel silly for asking…but…what fragrance is it you are wearing? It smells…so familiar,” she
asked. I had to think about that one. Why would it be odd to ask? Women ask each other this all the
time. I couldn’t figure it out right away, so I just responded nonchalantly.

“Addict by Christian Dior. It’s all I wear,” I state, with a smile on my face.

“I must say, it smells simply intoxicating on you. I swear, I’ve smelled it before…but I can’t
remember where.”

Oh shit.

I had to think of a comeback rather quickly.

“Well, it is one of Dior’s top selling fragrances. I’d be surprised if it wasn’t sprayed on you every
time you went to the mall,” I said with a slight giggle.

“Hmmm, I suppose you are right. It’s still very becoming,” she commented, as if truly not satisfied
with my answer. I knew what she was thinking. I simply knew it. My perfume…she has smelled it
on Kenshin. Well, that’s a given…he and I work very closely together. She has to take that factor
into consideration.

What she also had to take into consideration was the lies he may have told her…of who he was with
when he was really with me. If he told her, “Well, I’m going out with the fellas,” and smelled like a
female when he comes home, there’s a good chance he was lying about who he was hanging with.

“Well, I thank you for your compliment. I don’t mean to cut this short, but Kenshin and I need to
discuss a few things before we reconvene. I trust we will speak again soon,” I said to Tomoe, not a
hint of hesitation in me cool voice.

“How about lunch today?” She quizzed.

“Lunch in court is just another meeting to go over what happened in the morning and prepare for the
afternoon session. I promise, we will talk soon, you seem anxious to speak with me and I can’t wait
to get to know you better,” I said. Of course, the latter was a lie, but she didn’t have to know that.

“Very well. Kenshin, Kaoru,” she said, bowing to each of us respectfully and then reclaiming her
original seat.

I turned to Kenshin. His face was bright red, though he held little emotion on the surface. I patted
him on the shoulder and redirected his attention to the trial. In all actuality, I needed someone to pat
my shoulder and wake me up, for I had to be dreaming. As much dirt as I have done, never have I
encountered a situation quite like this. As much as I try to control it, the other players break from
their strings and perform their own monologue. What started out as another pursuit of another
handsome man had turned into a circus with me as the ringleader with a broken megaphone. I had to
finally concede that I had no clue what was going to happen next. I had to admit that perhaps, this
would get messy and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. But, I could still try.

After all, what’s life without challenges?
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