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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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See....I told yall

Chapter Nineteen

He had lost his mind. He had completely lost his cotton-picking mind. Someone, I needed someone
to tell me what the hell wss going on, because I sure as hell didn’t You know, a wise man once said
to me, “Kaoru, as smart as you are, you don’t know shit.” Of course, at the time I scoffed at him,
told him he didn’t know shit right back and went about my business. Now, at this particular
juncture, I could attest to the validity of the statement.

I, Kamiya Kaoru, don’t know jack shit about this man, his wife, or what to do about either.

Damn it. Carter warned me. Carter fucking warned me and what did I do? What did I say?

“Oh, don’t worry. I know how to handle this muthafucka.”

Well pimp-slap me and call me a dumb bitch. I didn’t know it would be this difficult. I didn’t know
he would be this dumb. I didn’t think she would be such a problem. I didn’t know my baby sister
would fall in love with his best friend who’s best friends with his wife. What the hell? I shouldn’t
have been thinking about that. I should’ve be happy. I should’ve been doing cartwheels. Rossi was
out for the count. DeMakey was shaking in her bad imitation pumps. Kenshin and I should have
been toasting each other, celebrating the commanding victory we obtained together. Instead, we
stood divided as he searched for his tragic beauty who disappeared in the still of the night. Kenshin
had no need to be worried. From what I understood, Tomoe would only be with one other person...

My mouth gaped open as my brain crunched the final numbers, my cigarette preparing to base-jump
from my lips to the pavement below.

No.

There’s just no way.

I tossed the remnants of the death stick into the designated sandtrap and dug into my briefcase to
retrieve my cell phone. My heart felt as if it were trying out for a drumline as I dialed hurriedly. It
just couldn’t be. I had to ask because I wouldn’t believe it unless I were told it or saw it with my
own eyes.

It just couldn’t be.

“Hello?” my baby sister answered, as if she didn’t have Caller ID.

“Weasel, where is your lord and savior?”

“Excuse me?” she said with an attitude.

“Did I stutter?” I retorted.

“Do we have to go through this again?”

“Not in any particular detail. I am wondering why you get an attitude when I give that man the same
praise you do, but that’s not my main concern right now,” I explained.

“Then what is?” she asked.

“Where is he?”

“Who?”

“Your owner, who else?

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

I balled my fists and hit the brick wall I was leaned against with all the force I could muster, causing
an indentation of the facade to leave a stinging reminder on my flesh. She was going to make me
fuck her up.

“Kamiya Misao, do not test me,” I yelled at the phone, drawing the attention of passers by. I gave
them a glare as evil as the ones they gave me, my ear still to the phone. Bitches, mind your own
business. Like they couldn’t tell I wasn’t wired. I could hear Missie breathing deeply and batting her
lips into the phone. I didn’t care, as long as she just got it out.

“He’s not with me,” she admitted quietly.

“Well, where the hell his he?”

“Tomoe. He’s with Tomoe,” she blurted out, her tone cracking.

“What? How could you let your man be with another woman so much?” I almost yelled. Was she
really that clueless?

“She’s his best friend. She was around long before I was,” she said softly. Fine, it did make some
sense, but still.

“Shit,” I blurted out, unsure what to say to her.

“What’s going on, Kaoru? Why are you so concerned with Aoshi and what he does,” she asked, a
bit of attitude in her voice.

“You should be asking yourself why you aren’t more concerned about what he is doing,” I replied
as I hung up, not giving her a chance to respond.

Missy often got on my nerves, but this instance took the cake. She’d gotten in way over her head and
she doesn’t even see it. I knew I should have been more supportive, but I had my own fish to fry. I
thought to myself what a stupid little man Kenshin turned out to be. This whole thing was almost
entirely his doing. If he had just listened to me, none of this, I mean none of it would have happened.
Now, my baby sister is at risk of getting hurt as an indirect result of his indecision. And he had the
nerve to think I loved him. What a joke! Me, love? The two don’t go together.

What was the purpose of love anyway? What is it other than a chemical imbalance in the brain that
causes rampant stupidity and illogical behavior. Love embodies everything that is selfish . It is
nothing more than an addiction. Think about it. We don’t need love. It is not required for survival,
like fear or happiness. It starts of as a desire, a want. Then, you want it more and more, you begin to
crave it. After you taste it, it ceases being a desire and becomes an uncontrollable need that is never
completely satisfied. No matter what emotional bullshit you’re put though, no matter how your heart
is dragged through the mud, you are bound to endure more. It’s like basic reasoning skills are cut
away from the brain. Things that normally wouldn’t escape you suddenly do. Like, when you know
a bastard is cheating, you see all the signs but you ignore them because “He
LUUUUUVVVVSSSSS me.”

You can’t even function properly. Every aspect of your life is effected by this addiction. People kill
themselves, other people or both, over love. An emotion. A simple, yet complex human emotion that
causes nothing but pain and misery for both parties involved. And this muthafucka wanted me to be
in love with him? I’m about to get country to amplify my point. There ain’t no dingaling good
enough in the world to get my ass in love. That boat has pulled anchor and sail long ago. Besides,
how could I have been in love with him? He wouldn’t listen to a damn thing I said about handling
this arrangement the right way. He’s a fool. And tell me, Frankie...why do fools fall in love?

My cellphone vibrated in my hand. I looked at the number as it appeared on the LCD screen. It was
Kenshin. I didn’t want to answer it, I really didn’t, but something told me to just answer it to hear
whatever it was he had to say.

“What do you want?” I snapped.

“I haven’t found her yet,” he whispered.

“You called me to tell me that bull?!” I pressed END so fast I almost broke the keypad. What the
hell? Not only did I now need another cigarette, I needed a drink stiffer than a taffeta petticoat. My
phone rang again and this time I answered without looking.

“WHAT!” I screamed this time, not caring who was on the other end or who witnessed my outburst.

“Kaoru,” Kenshin said softly, “we need to talk.”

“About what, Kenshin? What are we going to talk about?”

“This whole thing. You, me, my wife. We need to sit down and really discuss it,” he said, much
seriousness in his tone.

“Kenshin, if you had done things right, there would be noting to talk about. You were the one to
make this thing the way it is right now. So, why do we suddenly need to talk,” I said, lighting
another cigarette.

“How about you put the lighter down and come across the street so you can hear for yourself,” he
said. I froze and looked up to see Kenshin at the Carlton just across the street. I removed the ciggy
from my lips and shrugged my shoulders. What the hell, I thought to myself.

“I must say, it was quite amusing watching you from afar,” he said as he opened the door for me.

“Fuck you,” I replied, but not in a tone as angry as I was earlier. He led the way to the restaurant in
the hotel and we were seated promptly in a private booth. I looked about me, making sure it was as
private as it seemed.

“Don’t worry. We can do it here and no one would see,” he said, a smile running across his face.

Normally, I would say something like, “Don’t give me any idea,” but today, I just smiled politely
and ordered a class of brandy on the rocks. Nice and stiff. Kenshin ordered Ameretto and we both sat
there with our drinks, trying not to make any eye contact with each other. I had noticed our meeting
have been less and less comfortable and seemed more like Western Showdowns at High Noon.

“So, what did you want to talk about exactly?” I asked after taking a long swig of my liquor,
smacking my lips as the warmth filled me with something other than anger.

“Why did you say you were incapable of love?” Kenshin asked.

“I told you, I’ve been hurt,” I said plainly.

“Kaoru, we’ve all been hurt.”

“And we all react differently. My heart is hard. It’s not possible for me to love, nor do I want to,” I
snapped, already growing tired of the short conversation.

“Why don’t you want to?”

“Damn it, Kenshin! What’s with the questions!” I almost yelled, but it came out more like harsh
whisper.

Kenshin sat back into the leather seat and folded his arms. He seemed to sink right into the
cushioning as he contemplated his next sentence. He knew to choose wisely, because I was about to
be out of there quicker than a dead-beat dad on court day.

“Kaoru, I know this isn’t how you wanted it. To be honest, I didn’t want it like this either. But, just
like you say you are incapable of love, I am incapable of denying what I feel for you. I love you,
Kaoru. I am in love with you. When I’m making love to my wife, I am imagining you are there to
make the act enjoyable. I love my wife, but I believe I am beginning to love you more. You can call
it mere infatuation. I used to call it that myself. But, when I’m with you, I get all crazy. Nothing
makes sense. I do stupid stuff,” he paused to hold my hand and look into my eyes. For the first time,
I saw the passion in those glowing pools of violet. I honestly saw his love for me in the expression in
his face. At that moment, I knew his feelings were not something I could just pass off as stupid and
no longer care. It was real. He was real. This was real.

“Kaoru. Like it or not, I can’t change this. And no, I won’t change departments. No, I won’t quite
the case. I won’t stop seeing you. I want you and I need you. And I won’t let you do anywhere,” he
concluded, kissing my hands.

I was speechless. Utterly speechless. What the hell was I going to do? What was I going to do? He
didn’t want to give me up? Did that mean he was going to leave her? Leave his wife for me? While
it was somehow flattering...it was not at all what I wanted. I didn’t break up homes. A whore,
maybe. A homewrecker. Nope, just not my cup of tea. I was a woman of skewed principles and I
was not about to compromise them for nobody.

Not even Kenshin.

“That is your misfortune. I will not play a part in this any longer. I should have left you alone a long
time ago,” I said, standing up to gather my belongings.

“So why didn’t you leave?” He asked, thinking he backed my into a corner.

“The dick,” I replied tartly

“That’s it?” he asked, a bit surprised.

“I didn’t want to give up the LD. So sue me,” I said with a chuckle as I turned around to walk away,
but a firm grip on my wrist prevented me from going any further.

The force behind the hand startled me, so much so that I immediately opened my fingers wide and
rolled my hand to the outside, immediately breaking the hold and taking two steps forward. There
was now something different about Kenshin, much different. He was more like the asshole present at
the courthouse not too long ago. A dark fire burned within him that I wasn’t aware of. Then I
realized, I must have brought it out of him.

“Tell me, Kaoru,” he demanded.

Something told me to sit my tail down, order another drink and tell this man what he wanted to hear.
So I did. Sorted details and all. Being in love with a man that was sleeping with thirty other women,
hitting them all raw-dog. Not finding out about any of this until his death, his best friend giving me
all the details. How I ranked in the thirty women, how he thought I was expendable. His exact
words, according to his friend, were, “So what if she left. I have ten more just like her.”

A man who said he love me and wanted to marry me, but was still married to his wife. A man telling
me he couldn’t stand the woman as was separated from her, but took her out on weekend holidays.
A man who told me he loved kids, but escorted me to the clinic when I found out we were pregnant.
A man who told me he would always be there for me when we were making love, but would have
another bitch sucking my juices of his dick before I could hit the shower. When this motherfucker
damn near tore his ass off in an earlier motorcycle accident, I changed his bloody bandages, drained
his fluid and took care of him...only to have the next bitch pull up just as I pulled off. This man that
I loved. That I cherished. He took everything that I had and took a long, diarrhetic crap on it.

Kenshin looked at me after I explained the details, and he looked as if he wanted to kill the bastard.
Too bad he was already dead, eh?

“I’m sorry,” was all he managed to say.

“Eh, that’s just the condensed version, but you get the idea,” I said, taking another sip of my drink.

“He had no right, Kaoru,” he said, almost to himself.

“Oh, I know, trust me. That’s why I won’t let another bastard do it to me ever again,” I said.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said, looking into my eyes again.

You know, at that moment, I really wanted to believe him. I honestly wanted to believe he would
leave his wife, he would get with me and we’d all be totally happy. I wanted to believe it
because...because for all the bullshit, I remembered how good love felt when the getting was good. I
remembered they way Meko’s touch made me feel. The way he used to make me smile by taking me
to Belle Isle to feed the geese with his daughter. I remembered us riding down to Toledo and back in
an hour on his crotch rocket and making love in a drainage ditch on I-75 just to see what it was like.

But, I would never...

I could never...

“Kenshin,” I whispered, my lips trembling as a tear fell from my eye and rolled down my cheek.

I was scaring myself. I was no longer controlling my body. I was on auto-pilot. I was crying. Why
was I crying? For what? For my loved lost? Time wasted? Anger? Was I angry that I was never able
to truly mourn the death of someone I had loved so dearly because all the pain he caused? Or, was it
because I knew that Meko wasn’t the only man in the world...and not all men were like him.

Kenshin inched over to my side of the booth and cupped my chin into his palm and kissed my tears. I
couldn’t breath. I couldn’t think. We were no longer in a restaurant across the street from the
courthouse where our case was to be held. It was no longer the hour after a huge argument because
his leave crept out in the middle of the night. There were no people, were no sounds. It was just me
and Kenshin. Our lips moving together and parting. Our tongues darting to taste the other. Our
hands moving needingly over the other’s body. My tears flowed freely, for the first time, I allowed
myself to be free. Kenshin bit my neck, making me whimper and his body rested between my legs. I
could feel him, all of him. My body ached for him. I needed him more that my heart needed to make
its next contraction. Then, unfamiliar amber eyes met mine and I froze in place, my lungs no longer
functioning.

“Tell me...tell me you love me,” he demanded.

“Kenshin, I....” I turned away from him and shook my head. No...I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

“TELL ME, you devil of a woman! I don’t know what spell you cast on me, but it is done. Tell me
what I need to hear right now,” he said, continually taking nips out of my flesh.

Then, my body went numb. I could feel myself surrendering to him, unwilling to fight any longer. I
couldn’t fight him any longer.

“I...I do...love you,” I said finally.

I hadn’t even noticed when he unzipped his pants, or when he pulled my thongs to the side, but at
that moment, I felt him slip inside of me and I thought I was going to passed out. He moved
furiously as I bit his shoulder, trying to prevent myself to screaming. But, I couldn’t help but to claw
at the leather seat, causing light scratches to appear on the dark material. Before I truly realized
what had transpired, my head was pounding from my climax. Kenshin slowly withdrew from me
after he had planted his seed with him. I sat up, and for the first time I looked at not just Kenshin my
lover, but Kenshin...my love.

Holy fucking shit.
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