Reunion

Sorry about the long delay in posting, things are still a little crazy and with the Jewish holidays over bosshole is back and making me actually work for a living. I'll try not to take so long again.

Sid

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Mousse took a shower to prepare for his 'date,' he felt nervous because he wanted to impress Ukyou so badly. It was like he was the socially awkward sixteen year old that he had been back when they'd met. He remembered at the time that he'd noticed that Ukyou was pretty in a vague sort of way, being that he was still Shampoo's love slave back then. But the confident girl had become a beautiful woman. She still had the same long hair and tough-pretty face, but her figure was now more rounded, but still slim and athletic. She moved with a grace that made all men stare at her but she seemed not to notice that. Yet she'd seemed so sweet and vulnerable when he held her in his arms while she slept. Then there was her obvious devotion to her daughter. Mousse had liked the little girl immediately, he hadn't asked about her father and no details had been offered. He figured that this information would come in time, yet there was something familiar about Yoko's face that he just couldn't place.

Mousse wasn't a one night stand sort of man; he needed to share an emotional connection with a person before he could take them to bed. Years of pursuing the wrong woman had taught him to be cautious with his heart. His last relationship had ended over a year ago as he knew that they just didn't have the magic that it took to last, so they had mutually agreed to part. His friend and colleagues encouraged him to remarry and tried to set him up with women that they considered to be just as eligible as Mousse himself (he was considered to be quite the catch these days). They had all been bright, beautiful women but they never seemed to be 'the one'. Mousse felt that he would know her when he met her, there would be a spark that flared as hot as fire between them and he'd been right. He'd felt that when he looked up from his magazine to see a familiar, yet mysterious face smiling at him.

He remembered back to the first time he'd invited to the highland games and to a reunion with the side of his family that he'd never met. His trip had been paid for by the kind strangers. He'd stood awkwardly before a sea of white faces, the only Asian amongst them and who knew only a smattering of the language they spoke. He'd been somewhat bewildered to spot his own green eyes in some of the white, white faces; this interrupted the constant blue eyes of the rest. It was ninety four year old Granny Cameron who'd taken him under her wing and provided him with an interpreter. She'd taken him aside "Mu Tzu I invited you here to Nova Scotia because you deserve a chance to meet your family. Your last name may not be Cameron but you're still a proud Scotsman no matter where you were born and you should learn what that means. Don't ask if we will accept you, you were accepted from birth. We just ask that you learn to accept us" she said and he had. He grew to like them as he stayed with him, finally he felt accepted. He stayed with them for a month and quickly picked up their language as he'd always been good with languages. He grew used to the strange food and British jokes. He even learned to toss the caber and had his own causal and formal tartan now for the highland games. As far as Mousse was concerned, those proud Canadian were just as much his family as his relatives in China. He'd picked up many of their customs and they had picked many of his. He was the only Chinese person he knew who celebrated Robbie Burns Day; it was hard finding a haggis in Japan.

He brushed his hair and decided to wear it loose. He still wore it neatly clipped to his waist mainly out of vanity, it was still nice and thick and untouched by grey. He normally wore it back in a ponytail when working on his designs and tightly braided back when dealing with his clients. He had been told that it was his best feature and knew that women loved to touch it. He still had the same rock, solid body from when he was sixteen; constant exercise and a healthy diet maintain this even though he was pushing thirty. He thought himself sufficiently good looking but held no real vanity; years of dealing with Shampoo had damaged whatever ego he once held. He thought himself to be friendly and nice enough; he'd never had a bad break up and maintained friendships with all of his ex-lovers, including Shampoo. Once they had given up any pretension of being a happy couple, they had decided to part and had drifted back into the easy friendship that they'd once had. She was the biggest advocate for his getting remarried. She herself had met an Amazon male when she'd last visited their village. He'd eventually moved to the farm that she'd bought with her settlement and they lived the true Amazon lifestyle where she worked outside the home while he took care of the domestic chores. It was a kooky arrangement to most Japanese couples, but it worked for them.

Mousse himself had bought a rundown warehouse in a bad neighbourhood and was converting it into high end lofts that were selling like hot cakes. He himself had the penthouse suite and had converted the roof into a garden and barbeque area. Usually most of his lonely evenings were spend gazing across the water and wondering if he was meant to remain single forever. He had put the most work into the kitchen; he had added high-end appliances, marble countertops and had installed a gas range into the island. This had gourmet copper pots and pans suspended over it. None of this was for show, he loved to cook and his dinner parties were considered to be the toast of social events.

He pulled on a pair of black slacks and a grey mock sweater and gave his hair a final brush so that it flowed straight and smooth as an ebony waterfall. He walked into the kitchen and corked the pinot noire that he had picked up earlier to allow it to breath. He'd bought two bottles just in case but suspected that Ukyou wasn't anymore of a drinker then he himself. He dug out the oysters that he had bought and with a deft flick of his wrist, cracked them open and arranged them on ice for appetizer. He then went to check on the main course, rack of lamb with cherry sauce, butter beans and basmati rice. Dessert was a selection of fresh fruits and cheeses served with iced wine. As a precaution, he'd opted to make macaroni and cheese in case Ukyou objected to his choice of meal. He kept these frozen for when his own children protested his esoteric choice of food.

Waiting nervously for Ukyou he opened a can of iced tea and sat down, he thought about kissing her and blushed like a school girl.

Ukyou had decided to wear a dress for once; she normally preferred wearing pants both in everyday life and business situations. She pulled on the blue figure skimming dress that she'd bought to impress her ex-boyfriend when he'd taken her to Bermuda. The trip had proved to be the end of their relationship when she'd come in from snorkeling to find him with not one, but two cocktail waitresses in bed with him. She'd flown out that night while his new girlfriends helped mend his shattered jaw. She'd been devastated, she'd thought he'd been about to propose. This had made her cautious and she hadn't even gone on a date since then. She was nervous and kept checking herself in the mirror; the dress matched her eyes, complimented the paleness of her skin and showed off her curvy, slim figure. She knew that childbirth had widened her hips and made her breasts a little fuller but wasn't displeased by this. Her breasts defied gravity just as much as before and her taut, flat girlish body had no stretch marks. He friends accused her of being a goddess in disguise by how lightly the years touched her. The only visible sign of her aging was slight laugh lines bracketing her mouth and even then these just gave her a jovial look. She talked her daughter into wearing a pair of nice black pants and an embroidered wine coloured top. She'd long given up trying to talk her into wearing dresses, she just proclaimed that she looked like a dork and insisted on changing. There was nothing girly about Yoko; she took after his mother in that respect.

"Why are you wearing a dress?" Yoko asked confused.

"I want to look my best" she replied and brushed her hair to hide her blushing cheeks; her daughter was way too observant.

"Kind of like you did for Uncle Toshi?" she asked.

"Something like that" Ukyou commented.

"Should I call Mousse Uncle Mousse then?" she asked.

Ukyou's face flamed at the suggestion; normally that is what Yoko called her boyfriends when she knew that they were going to be around for a while. "I would hold off of that" she advised her somewhat cheeky daughter. She scooped her up and carried the laughing girl to the waiting taxi.

She was somewhat surprised by the twenty four hour security guard on duty and the sumptuous lobby of his building, the walls, floor and ceiling were done in marble and there was a tasteful fountain and plants flanking the elevator. She said who she was and the security guard handed her a small key. "The elevator goes right into his suite but you have to use this key for access. He explained. Ukyou had to admit that she was impressed. Usually wealth didn't impress her but he'd come a long way from the being the improvised waiter who seemed to own only one set of clothing. She wondered where he'd got the money to completely turn his life around; he certainly hadn't from two cold women who held him in contempt. She reached the top and inserted the key. The elevator dinged and she stepped onto expensive thick pile carpeting, she admired the huge living room, it was decorated in a way that it was both cozy and with taste. Chocolate brown butter-soft couches surrounded a large gas marble fireplace topped with a large screen TV, all the wiring was hidden and the speakers were concealed in the walls. There were plants everywhere with ornamental statutes peeking through them. "Mousse?" she called and then jumped when the intercom chimed and said "I'll be right there"

Mousse quickly entered the living room and questioned himself whether she would accept a kiss on the cheek or perhaps a hug. She lit up to see him again, when had he become so gorgeous she wondered. He was more causally dressed this time but it did nothing to conceal a hard toned body. She couldn't help wondering what he would look like naked. His expressive eyes seemed to soften to see her, he took her hand and said "welcome to my home, I'm glad that you could make it," tingles ran up her arm where he touched her. Then he dropped down and welcomed Yoko too, Ukyou liked people who didn't ignore children in their greeting.

"Would you care to join me in the kitchen and have some wine while I finish with dinner? he asked, Ukyou didn't object when he still held her hand, she just nodded. She marveled at his huge kitchen, it almost the size of a commercial one. He poured her a glass of wine, got Yoko a glass of juice and then rolled up his sleeve and started stirring the sauce. He was obviously comfortable in a kitchen; she liked that in a man.

She was stunned at the size of the loft; it seemed to go on forever and held four bedrooms. "Mousse how can you afford all this?" she asked as she eyed his king sized bed, it was covered with large white pillows and a fluffy white duvet. She thought that it would be like sleeping on a cloud and then pictured him sleeping beside her, she was positive that is skin was as soft as it looked. She quickly quashed that thought. His place was covered with pictures of two adorable children; the girl had purple hair and the boy dark hair. Then there were other photos that made her wonder. They featured Mousse as the only Asian in a crowd of Caucasians; they held two flags that she couldn't identify: one of a lion and one of a cross on a blue background. All of the males wore matching skirts including Mousse and the women wore scarves that matched this. Her eyes widened in surprise to see that some of the people had Mousse's eyes.

"I won the lottery" he teased her when they returned to the kitchen. She looked at him in a disbelieving way. "My father left me some money" he explained.

"I didn't know that you had a family" she admitted.

"I have a mother and three younger sisters. I never met my father; he was a gaijin tourist who came to China to explore the beauties of the Orient. These would include my mother and he left soon as her realized that she was pregnant. I never knew a thing about him except for the name Ian Cameron, until his lawyer tracked me down literally when I was in a rice paddy. He told me that my father had divided his wealth equally among his children and that included me. I agreed to take a DNA test and the next thing you know I was on a plane bound for Canada to find out that my father was very wealthy. I was a bit of a shock to my Caucasian siblings, but in the end they accepted me and became my family in truth" he explained.

"He was really that rich?" she asked.

"Oh yeah" he said but didn't elaborate. "I banked my inheritance, got my eyes fixed by laser surgery and pursued my dream of becoming and architect, something that I'd always believed could never happen. I worked hard in school and then joined the firm I'm at now. I soon became the youngest partner in the history of it. I know that the money gave me the right push, but I like to believe that I earned all of this myself" he said. "You're looking at years spent with little sleep and long hours"

"I'm proud of you" she said, "what do you do for fun?" she asked.

"Spend time with my kids, have the occasional dinner party and take my boat out" he explained.

"You have a boat?" she asked in surprise.

"It's hardly a yacht, it's just a sailboat, but there's nothing like being on the water on a nice warm day" Mousse said. "Would you like to come sometime?" he asked.

"I'd love to" she said staring into his gorgeous eyes; she could feel her nipples get hard when they shared a look.

Dinner was wonderful and Mousse practically shivered when she fed him an oyster off a half shell. He laughed when Yoko did the same and then made a foul face. "Macaroni and cheese?" he asked.

She brightened and then said "yes please Uncle Mousse" he widened his eyes at the formal address. He didn't see when Ukyou shot her a warning look and Yoko stuck her tongue out at Ukyou. 'Why did they outlaw spanking again?' she questioned while eyeing her daughter. Yoko bestowed on Mousse her most charming smile when he turned around, he returned it.

Dinner was a fine affair with both shy people watching the other when they weren't looking. He admired how her face lit up at the taste of his cooking and she made a show of saying 'ummmmm' with every bite. Her sighs of pleasure were distracting Mousse to say the least. While she admired how he looked in the candlelight. Yet both felt oddly comfortable anyway and that it was natural to be with other, even with Yoko cracking bad jokes in her high voice. Dinner wound down and they still lingered over coffee, not wanting the night to end. "I'd better get you home" Mousse said regretfully as he eyed Yoko asleep on the couch.

"Yes, I suppose that we should be heading that way" Ukyou said just as regretfully.

"I'll drive you" Mousse volunteered, wanting a little more time with her.

"Are you okay to drive?" she asked.

"Sure I had just two glasses of wine hours ago" he pointed out. "You wait outside while I bring the car around" he suggested.

Ukyou was relieved to see that it wasn't a sports car like she was expecting but a Honda Prelude with two child seats in the back. She gratefully strapped the sleepy Yoko into one, she promptly went back to sleep. She softly slid into the car beside Mousse and closed the door after her. He was a careful driver and she was soon enjoying the breeze on a beautiful night, all too soon she was home. "I guess I should go in" she said.

"Call you tomorrow?" Mousse asked not budging an inch to let her out of the car, if it was up to him he would rather just drive them back to his place.

"I would like that" she said. He bent to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head and captured her lips. Something inside Mousse snapped and he kissed her like a starving man after being denied affection for so long. She cradled his head and kissed him back just as hungrily. Mousse crushed her against him; her body heat was driving him wild. He could feel himself getting hard and allowed himself to fantasize about making love to her in his car. She stroked his hard chest and then gasped when he boldly massaged one of her nipples through her clothes. Then Yoko sighed in her sleep and asked "are we home?"

They jumped apart guiltily, in their lust they had forgotten she was there.

"Of course sweetheart, let's get you to bed" Ukyou said in too bright a tone of voice.

"Call you tomorrow" Mousse said in the same voice. He watched until they closed the door and drove off.

"That was some kiss, I think you like Uncle Mousse" Yoko commented innocently.

"You were awake? I ought to beat you" Ukyou chided.

"That's against the law. Goodnight Mommy" she said and went to prepare for bed. Ukyou thought again that Yoko was too much like her father and went to help her get ready.