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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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Chapter Seventeen

The lock to the door clicked as the key was turned, sending waves of anticipation over Tomoe’s
body. She had been waiting for him since seven o’clock, when he called from the office saying he
would be home around nine. It was actually closer to ten. The house was dark, the county in which
they lived saw little need for residential streetlights. Tomoe always thought it to be asinine, seeing
how the county was one of the richest in the country, they should be able to afford it. She could not
hear Kenshin’s soft steps as he approached their bedroom, but she knew he was coming. She could
feel his essence drawing near. She could hear his heartbeat, for her own fluttered. The door opened
and soft moonlight poured in from the hallway window to reveal her husband. Tomoe could barely
see his form, but his slender body moved swiftly and before she knew, he was at her side, kissing her
bare arm. A lonely smile was drawn upon her face.

“You’re late,” she whispered to her dear husband as he crawled on top of her.

“I know,” he replied as he kissed her collarbone , making her ivory skin blush.

“I want you so bad, darling.”

“I want you even more.”

The lips of the two lovers touched and their tongues merged with each other. Tomoe loved kissing
her husband, his touch on her arm, his member inside her body. She was screaming for him, for him
to enter her and drive her fears away with thrust after thrust. Then, she would whimper his name, cry
on his shoulder and silently beg for his forgiveness. Beg for him to forgive him for even thinking he
was looking at another woman, enjoying another woman. Yes, he would make love to her and prove
her foolish fears to be just that. The emotional ramblings of an insecure woman whom was never
able to trust but one person in her life. That one person was Aoshi. He was always there for her, to
protect her. He would always protect her. Wouldn’t he?

“Make love to me,” she demanded breathlessly.

“Tomoe...” Kenshin’s voice trailed off as he began to ravage the porcelain doll before him, his hands
leaving impressions on the supple flesh of her thighs as he spread them to gain access to what was
his.

“Touch me,” she moaned, gathering his shirt into her small hands, pulling his body closer to her
own.

He granted her wish. He made love to her. He touched her. He caressed her. He was mechanical in
his attempts to pleasure her. He knew exactly what she needed. Then, why did it feel so artificial?
Why were tears rolling down her cheek with every penetrating act? Why were his eyes on her, yet
focused elsewhere? Why did she feel like te third party in such an intimate act, the art of making
love. The giving of one’s body to another, why did it seem like she was not even there. Yes, her
husband was there, grinding away into her. He was kissing her neck and whispering her name and
planted his seed within her. Even as he slept quietly beside her, in her bed, she felt as if she were on
an alien planet, far from anything she recognized. She felt as if she just had sex with a stranger, like
she just paid a prostitute to do her bidding and leave. There was an emptiness his kisses and touch
only made deeper. A feeling she could not explain to herself.

“Kenshin,” Tomoe whispered, but she was answered by slow, heavy breathing. Kenshin had already
fallen asleep, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She sat up in the bed, wrapping her long arms around her knees and rocking gently. The had bought
one of those fancy beds a few months ago made of that fancy space foam, so her movements were
undetectable to the man laying next to her. She felt alone. She felt cold. She felt dead. She didn’t feel
like her husband was hers anymore. But why? Because she knew the scent of that woman? He came
home often smelling of that Dior fragrance. But, it makes sense, doesn’t it? They work together,
sometimes sixteen hour a day. But, it still felt odd. Today seemed so, expected. No, that wasn’t the
right word. Rehearsed, maybe? Tomoe shook her head in frustration. She couldn’t put her finger on
it. Both Aoshi and that woman told her Kenshin loved her and wasn’t cheating. Why couldn’t she
take comfort in that, especially in Aoshi? Would Aoshi lie to her? Surely he would not. Aoshi has
always been truthful to her, no matter how hurtful the truth may have been. Just like when she was
sixteen and she wanted to make her own dress for Homecoming. She made a design for the dress and
thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was a shade of pea green and included ruffles
and a Peter Pan collar. Everyone told her it looked lovely, but Aoshi was the only one to turn up his
nose and tell her what an ugly thing she created. She threw her notebook at him and cried all the
way home, but after thinking about it, she realized it was a horrid dress...not to mention the color
looked like what was left in her baby cousin’s diaper.

Tomoe giggled at the memory. For a moment, she was taken back in time, and remembered what
life was like when Aoshi was her soul protector and her truest friend. No one could have possibly
been closer to her. Many thought they were lovers, but she had never kissed him, never touched him
the way a woman would the man she was in love with. She never lusted after him, but it was true,
she loved him with all of her heart. And he loved her.

He became her protector soul protector when her father was killed when she was fourteen. In Japan,
it wasn’t uncommon for young, wealthy teens to live on their own with no adult supervision, but
Tomoe was not well-suited to being alone. Her mother died shortly after the birth of her younger
brother, Enishi. Their father sent him to the States when he was three to live with an uncle, but
Tomoe stayed by her father’s side. Her family had been involved with the Yakuza for three
generations, but a rival family tried to overthrow them when she was ten. Everyone close to the elder
Yukishiro was in danger. The heir was safe in America, but Tomoe was still vulnerable. Her father
hired a bodyguard for her, a young gangster just a couple years older than she. Aoshi had known
Tomoe since they were small, but they lost contact for a couple of years when he left for Kyoto.
When he came back, he found a job waiting for him at the residence of his childhood friend.

He had not left her side since. Most decisions she made went through him first, especially after her
father died. He continued to protect her, though he was not on her family’s payroll any longer. He
advised her not to continue where her father left off, that the Yakuza was not for a beautiful flower
like herself. Tomoe was relieved, for she never wanted anything to do with the family business. It
was refreshing to here someone was in support of her following her own path. After Tomoe
graduated from high school, both left Japan for good and headed to America for college.

This is where the pair temporarily split. Aoshi when down south for school, while Tomoe went to the
Northeast. They met up at least twice a month and kept in touch daily over the phone. Aoshi very
quickly became popular on campus and was urged to join a fraternity by this ladies’ man whose
short stature was more than compensated by his sex appeal and charm. This man was Himura
Kenshin. The became quick friends because their pasts were very similar. Kenshin was also a
member of the Yakuza back in Japan, but he was not wealthy like Aoshi. Kenshin had seen and
done things he said he couldn’t repeat. That’s why whenever he sees a beautiful lady, he has to treat
her right. There’s nothing more beautiful than making something beautiful smile. In that one smile,
he can forget every wrong ever done. So, every woman he met, who was attractive, he made smile.
He whined her, dined her, took her out to see things she never thought she would see, bed
them...then seek out another beautiful lady to court. A woman rarely got hurt in his exploits, so
Kenshin saw no wrong in his actions.

But, Aoshi could not see it as right. Playing with a woman’s heart was not right. But, all in all, he
loved his friend. He knew, however, he would never make any significant mention of Tomoe to him
and him to Tomoe. Many years pasted where the two knew of each other, but did not know each
other. Kenshin left for Sunny California and Aoshi moved up North to be closer to Tomoe. This
happy existence remained uninterrupted until Tomoe went to So-Cal to visit her little brother. By
some weird, inexplicable twist of fate, Tomoe decided to go to the gym while she was
vacationing...the very same gym Kenshin was a member of.

Kenshin did not fall in love with her at first glace, for it wasn’t her looks that made him notice her. It
was her unmistakable scent. A truly seductive, sensual scent. Plum Blossoms. The aroma sent his
nose into overdrive to find the person it belonged to. When he found the sad flower sitting on the
weight bench, her hair pulled back, beads of sweat rolling down and falling off the tip of her chin, he
knew she was the one. His heart stopped. For once in his life, he couldn’t think of any words that
would make his woman smile. He wanted to see her smile, he needed to see her smile. So, he did all
the things he thought a woman like her would want him to do. And he did those things, without fail.
He was honest with her about everything, his past, his present and what he wanted his future to be.
Aoshi was insistent on breaking Kenshin’s neck before Kenshin broke Tomoe’s heart, but when he
looked into those violet eyes of his Frat Brother, he saw a man that would not take no for an answer.
He would have Tomoe if it drove him to hell and back. So, Aoshi relented. But he did not want to.
He did not want “his Tomoe” with the likes of that man.

“His Tomoe...”

Tomoe threw the silk sheets off of her body, put her Bluetooth earpiece and walked into her dressing
room. Her soft voice ordered the attachment to dial her dearest. Two rings yielded the desired
results.

“What’s wrong?” the sleepy voice asked on the other end.

“I need you,” Tomoe confessed, tears falling.

“Nani?”

“Please, don’t turn me away. I need you now. I want you hear by my side like you used to be when
we were high school back in Japan and you protected me from any and everything. Please, Aoshi!”
Tomoe almost yelled before she remembered herself and where she was. She took a second to collect
herself and put her hand to her heaving chest. “I need to see you.”

Aoshi had already risen from his bed and was putting on his clothes. He went under his bed to grab
something he hadn’t touched since his days in the Yakuza, something only two people in the world
knew he had. Something he hoped he would never have to use, but swore he would if anyone ever
hurt her.

“Just tell me what he did and I will take care of it,” he replied, his tone daggers of ice.

“No, no! Aoshi, no, I just need you. I need to talk to you. I’ll come over there. There’s no need to
come here. I just...please, don’t make me say it again,” Tomoe pleaded.

“Ok,” Aoshi replied as he put his case back under his bed. The other end went dead and he knew she
would be there shortly.

What ever could have happened? He knew Kenshin wouldn’t be so dumb to be with Kaoru tonight.
Why the urgency in her voice? He couldn’t once remember hearing the fear in her tone, not since her
father died. It haunted him until the moment he heard his doorbell ring. There, he saw her...and for
the first time in his life, his breath was stolen from him.

Her hair spilled from her scalp and down her shoulders like ink, covering most of her face. Her eyes
were wide open, the piercing blue rivaling his own in depth and power. These two orbs drew him in
like pure sapphires before being mined. Her full, unpainted lips quivered with each of her labored
sobs...the picture before him was nothing less than tragic perfection. Perfection.

“Aoshi, hold me,” Tomoe cried. Aoshi was helpless to do anything but do as she commanded.

“Please...I can handle anything but your tears,” he said, his voice hoarse, struggling to keep down
the lump in his throat.

“He doesn’t love me any more! God, he doesn’t love me anymore,” she screamed as Aoshi pulled
her broken body inside and on the couch. She curled against his chest, pulling at his shirt, trying to
draw comfort from him.

“Hush, hush,” he whispered, kissing her brow, “What foolishness are you speaking of? Kenshin
loves you. I wouldn’t have let him be with you if he didn’t.”

Tomoe shook her head like a child bit her bottom him. She knew he wasn’t telling the truth, he
couldn’t be. Or, that he didn’t know the truth. He didn’t know that Kenshin didn’t love her anymore.

“No...when we made love...it didn’t feel the same,” she admitted through her tears.

“Not the same?”

She shook her head again.

“In what way, my love,” he said, putting his strong arm around her, rubbing her gently.

“He was there, but it felt as if he wasn’t there. I cannot explain it right, but I know my husband was
not a active participant. The person that had sex with me was not the Himura Kenshin I married. I
don’t know who he is anymore. There is a stranger in my house! In my bed! Has he been fooling me
all this time Aoshi? Has he been lying to me since the moment we met? And who? Who could have
taken my husband away? Who could have taken his love away from me? His wife, he person he
vowed to love and cherish until death and beyond. Who is she? I need to know!” Tomoe yelled,
beating on her best friend’s chest.

Aoshi did all he could to control his anger, but it was a difficult task. All of this was because of that
woman...that damned women. Kayima Kaoru. That slut of a woman that somehow cast a spell on
Kenshin and made him what he formerly was. That slut that made him a slut again. That slut that
seduced him and did everything she could to have him. His blood boiled. He hated her like he hated
nothing else in this world. She did this to Tomoe. Tomoe was happy before he ever knew who Kaoru
was. Koaru. That wretched being Kaoru...was also the sister of the woman he loved. How could that
creature and his love had possibly come out of the same womb? She was a demon. She was the devil
personified. She was...She was...

“Hold me...hold me...” Tomoe whispered as she began to fall alseep, her emotional outcry draining
her of energy. He planted a kiss on her brow and looked onto her perfect face, red and tear-stained.
He couldn’t help be touch the soft skin and cup her face. He slowly lowered his lips onto hers and
pecked her softly, then leaned his head back and accompanied her to sleep.
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