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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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The last two chapters were a little dialogue heavy, so I'm going back to some basics. A little more
mythology for you guys to chew on. I hope it's not boring or anything.

Chapter 20

Funny. Just a while before, I was wondering what the hell Kenshin was thinking. Now, I couldn't
figure out what the hell I was thinking. Sure, I would have been up for nookie in a semi-public
venue any day, but the nature of it, the reason behind it, it wasn't me. That woman that said what she
did was not me. Sitting in my car, head to the steering wheel, I couldn't figure it out. Why did I say
it? Did I mean it? Of course I didn't mean it. Then why did I say it if I didn't mean it?

But, it was true, right? I couldn't have meant to say I loved him. It was virtually impossible, a
mathematical improbability proven to never happen. How could I put my trust into anyone after
what that bastard did to me? All the lies. All the lies for no reason.

I remember our first date. I remembered asking him was he sure he wanted to separate from his wife
and start dating me. He said yes. He said he wouldn't let her hang the children over his head the way
she did. For the past two years, he pounded the idea in my head that she was a horrid excuse for a
woman. They'd been High School Sweethearts, but he knew he never wanted to marry. They dated
on and off for many years, she wanted to get married. He refused every time. Finally, she got
pregnant and didn't tell him until she was four months along, though she had known herself for three
months. He wasn't going to marry her, but his parents persisted for him to "do the right thing" by her.
When he wouldn't budge, she threatening him with the prospect of never seeing his child if they did
not wed. He caved.

So, time passed in their loveless, and nearly sexless, marriage. But, they did it enough to conceive
another child a year later. He felt baited and trapped. She nagged him about not being there, even
when she knew she did not want to be there. They fought constantly, were never intimate and
eventually, he ceased being in love with her and stopped liking her as a person. Soon, it became too
much for him to deal and he decided it was time to let the marriage go. He told me he felt stupid for
getting pressured into marriage and staying in it for so long. He told me he was ready to begin anew
with me.

I believed him. Maybe because his story was so believable. But, some of the best lies have their roots
in truth.

I had met his sister only after his death. She contacted me via email. I had no idea how to respond to
her, so I only told her edited details about the relationship her brother and I shared. So, I asked
questions and she answered them, not minded to talk about the life of her beloved, but screwed up
brother. She confirmed the pressure to marry. Everyone close to him knew that papa was a rolling
stone. His own sister warned the bride-to-be to stay away and not marry him. She thought he would
change for her, if they got married. That was her mistake. This much was true.

But, this is also where the facts are placed in File 13. While he may have loathed being married to
her, he did his best to show her he loved her. Weekend trips at least once a month, lavish gifts, calls
just to say he cared, promises of the brightest future possible. Of course, they had fights as any
couple would, but he did nothing to alarm her to the fact that something was rotten in the state of
Denmark.

About a year into things, I knew something was amiss. He was there for me, but he wasn't. There
was a distance with him. He was close, yet so far. I knew he was sleeping around. I knew it. I told
him if he was screwing around, just let me know. I had no problem with taking things a step back
and opening the relationship up. He insisted that I was his one and only. I took his words with a
grain of salt. My gut was telling me "Heifer, this man is sleeping around. You know it, so stop being
a dumbass and leave if he can't be honest." But my heart wouldn't allow me. When I got pregnant
and he was not happy, a red flag went straight up. In hindsight, I could say it was for the best, for I
do not know how I could have handled having a child with a man who had a wife. How it would
reflect upon me, knowing that his family would not accept me as a legitimate part of their lives. I
would always been seen as "the other woman" even if I had little idea I was even less than that to
him. But it still hurt to know that he made a child with me and didn't want it. He didn't even really
want me, so why would he want a child with me? I assume, logically, it made sense. I was the only
one in love, not him. But, to this day, I can't help but to well up with anger when I think about that
conversation he and I had. It was the end of summer and hot. At the time, my AC was not working
properly and I was sweltering in the heat, though I was not certain if my perspiration was caused by
the muggy heat or from the nervousness I had about the damn pregnancy test. I stood in the
bathroom, holding the box over the sink reading the instructions. Two lines and I'm knocked up, I
thought to myself as I sat over the throne to perform the required task. After cursing myself for my
poor aim, I covered the absorbent end of the stick with the cover per the instructions on the box and
waited. To my surprise, it only took a couple of moments for both those lines to appear.

Now, don't misunderstand. I wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of being pregnant at a fairly
young age and unmarried. I never saw myself as the maternal type, with a child in each arm and
pushing one in a stroller, but I saw myself doing it for him. I was a fool for him. Just the pervious
week, he and I spoke on the issue of children. He said he loved children and wanted to have more.
He said he would welcome them whenever they would appear in his life. So, naturally, I call him for
support, because I know he would help me through this. I knew he would be by my side. So, I
fumble with my cell phone and pound in his number. Each ring seemed to last forever. At the third
ring, I heard his voice.

"Hey, babygirl. What's up?" he answered in his usually sweet tone. My heart seemed to skip a beat. I
was frightened to tell him? But why? I felt uneasiness about the whole situation that cause me not to
respond to his question.

"Babygirl?" he asked, concern now in his tone.

"Are you sitting down?" I said, trying to figure out exactly how to set this all up. With my other
hand, I guided myself down to the edge of the bathtub and sat down, taking in my breaths slowly as
to not hyperventilate.

"I'm driving as a matter of fact. Are you ok? The heat isn't getting to you, is it?" He asked, knowing
I didn’t have any AC in this heat wave. I smiled at his concern, remembering all the small details I
would tell him. I suddenly felt less nervous, because I knew everything would be alright if I just told
him.

"Well, I am pregnant," I said matter-of-factly.

Silence. A reoccurring theme in my life, I noticed.

I waited for him to say something. Say anything. I tried not to panic, because I knew for sure this
was not planned and that it would be somewhat of a shock. After all, I was on birth control. But, he
would bust in my like I was his personal reservoir. To be honest, I didn't mind too much. I thought
we would be fine since I used something. Boy, how wrong were we?

Still no answer from him. My anxiety was quickly turning into anger. Why hadn't he said anything
yet? What the hell was wrong with him?

"Babe?" I asked, trying to get him to say something.

"Are...are you sure?" he stammered.

"I have the test right in front of me," I replied with an attitude.

"So, when's your appointment at the clinic?" he asked, annoyance in his voice. Why the hell was he
annoyed?

"Appointment? Clinic?" I said out loud, but mostly to myself. The words were not registering.

"What, you weren't thinking about keeping it, were you?" he said as if I were crazy.

I must have been going crazy. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Just like that, huh? Not even a
real discussion about it. Not even a rundown of the pros and cons of becoming parents. No talking.
No comparison. No discussion about how hard being a parent will be, or how hard adoption can be,
or how having an abortion could effect me. Just two minutes after finding out I'm carrying his child,
his first response is essentially, "When are you going to get rid of it?" It wasn't until after I
commenced verbally beating him to a pulp that he actually gave someone of an excuse for his
reasoning. I was young, just starting my career, his divorce wasn't finally and his youngest was
barely out of diapers. It wouldn't have been a good situation to bring a child in so soon. Yes, it made
sense, but why didn't he just say that when I told him I was pregnant. Why didn't he say, we need to
talk about this in detail, I'm on my way? Why did it have to automatically be, kill the little bugger?

Though I did not agree with how he handled things, I did agree with his reasons for not wanting a
child at the moment. So I gave in. It hurt. Not physically, all it took was a shot because I wasn't very
far along. It didn't hurt doing it, or the reasons for it. It hurt because, it wasn't supposed to be like
this, not with him. He said he loved children. He loved his children with his ex-wife. He was
wonderful to them and said despite the bad circumstances, he wouldn't trade them for anything. He
loved them as a father should. Then, why couldn't he love mine?

Even though the question plagued me, we stayed together. He never brought up our child, nor did I.
Eventually, it became a bitter memory I kept in the back of my mind to keep from dwelling on it too
much. Besides, I just wanted to be happy. Later that year, he suffered a serious motorcycle accident
while visiting a friend down south. His best friend told me what happened and I said I'd be on the
next flight down, but he told me to stay put. I could not understand why. I was his woman, I
belonged down there. Iceman, that was his nickname, told me that he would be transported in a
couple of days, so it would be a wasted flight. Little did I know, it would've been a wasted flight
because his trick he had down there was already by his side. I didn't find this out until after the
accident that killed him, but there were so many things that stood out in my head that I ignored. So
many things he did that told me he was lying to me. But, because I was a fool in love, I let it all go. I
let myself be a victim to his lies. Yes, I blame myself for being stupid. He couldn't have done the
things he did if I hadn't let him. And I will never let a man hurt me again. I will never be a victim to
love ever again.

No, I was speaking on impulse when Kenshin had my knees pinning to my sides and was digging me
out. I do not love him. With his track record, I would be a fool to love him, a complete fool. After
all, look that the mess we are in now. What if what he's doing WITH me, he does TO me later on? If
he can't keep his head straight now, who's to think he won't buckle when another hot number shows
up on his radar. No, I will not do it every again. I had to completely break it off from Kenshin. Even
if that meant leaving the case at such a crucial time. I would have no part in this train wreck.

My phone then rang. It was him. Good, I thought to myself. I wouldn't have to wait to get this
bloody thing over with.

"Kaoru, where are you at?" he asked me. I kinda forgot we had to be back to court in fifteen
minutes. Damn it.

"I'm at the park. I'll be there in a second, but we have to talk now," I said, getting up from under the
wispy willow and brushing myself off.

"Well, no need. Court went into recess for the day. I can come meet you at the park if you like?"
Kenshin suggested. Aw, how sweet of him. Someone, hand me a barf bag.

"Fine," I said.

After I gave it some thought, this day was much like the day I dropped the news to that rodent. The
kind of heat that makes walking to your car a cardio workout. The kind of heat where you sweat
buckets in the shade and wading in water becomes a tease. My blouse was already buttoned down
all the way, exposing my white lace camisole. If I had been thinking, I would have just worn my
plain white Jockey undershirt, but I felt like being cute when I dressed this morning. Now, I paid the
price as the intricate fabric pressed seductively against my dampening skin. The heat was truly
oppressive. I began to wonder if the equator somehow shifted north a week ago when this particular
heat wave started.

Before long, Kenshin showed up. He too, had begun to dress down. His tie was missing and his shirt
was partially unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up. I thought he looked especially handsome at the
moment. His face was shiny with sweat, his fire engine red hair turning auburn under all the
moisture. I know it?s cliché, but he looked like a Greek God or something. Sexy, sexy.

I shook my head. No, no. So what if he was hot as a nebula, I had to effectively break things off with
him. Who cared about the way his shirt clung to his chest as perspiration built up on the taunt skin
below, revealing a peep show of the muscles underneath? Who cared about the way his tailored
pants hung ever so slightly off his hips, so you could imagine that with those shirt gone, you could
see that sexy "V" that went from his hip to his region...the sexy DiAngelo ish that made all the girls
go wild.

"Kaoru?" a puzzled Kenshin asked.

"Sorry, the heat is getting to me," I replied.

A seductive grin raced across his face, as if he were thinking a dirty thought and I should be thinking
the same. He knelt down to me and brushed his lips against my cheek. I inhaled deeply as my eyes
fluttered, for I could not keep focus. He cupped my chin and tilted my lips towards his, but I could
not kiss him. He backed away ever so slightly as I opened my eyes. They were sad, but alert eyes. It
was amazing how expressive and beautiful those orbs truly were.

"You aren't having second thoughts are you?" he asked with an amused chuckle. He came in for
another kiss, and he was denied another kiss. I thought for sure his Cheshire grin would turn into a
sedate frown, but instead, he burst out into full laughter, catching the attention of others in the park.
I became infuriated. How dare he mock me?

"Would you do me the courtesy of telling me what the hell is so funny?" I snapped. Kenshin was
holding is sides, still kneeling in front of me. If I was that funny, I should've been doing stand-up.
Knowing that wasn't the case, I folded my arms and turned away from him completely.

"Oh, come on, you don't have to front anymore," he said, leaning in yet again. I had to show this
muthersucker I meant business. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt then pushed him back to gain
some distance between us. His eyes finally grew more serious. Good.

"It's not a front. This whole thing was a mistake. Me chasing you was a mistake. We are a mistake.
You are a married man about to leave your wife. Your wife, because of this, is probably shacked up
with your best friend. You best friend just screwed the brains out of my baby sister. Do you not see a
pattern here, or is your so-called love blinding you to all of this?" I snapped. His smile was
completely gone by now. He slowly sat down next to me and put his elbows on his knees. Yeah,
asshole, now sit down and think about what Mama just said.

"It's not like I forgot, Kaoru. It's just...I don't want to think about it," he said quietly.

"You have to think about it. This is why I pounded into your head out relationship was good for one
thing and one thing only. Because you didn't listen, look at the mess that has been created," I
scolded.

"I created," he kind of said to himself. "So, you're still going to pretend you have no hand in
this...pretend that you don't love me? Are you Kaoru?"

"There is no pretending. I care about you, but I do not love you. I got caught up in the moment.
What I felt, yes, I confused with love, but you must understand I can never love another man ever
again," I said, looking him in the eye.

"You aren't fooling me, Kaoru," he whispered to me.

"This is not an attempt. Look at those around us. Typically, I wouldn't care, but it's not my thing to
watch the man I'm involved with break up his home. Some women get off on that, not me. Look, my
little sister is involved. She's a complete innocent in this," I said.

"Yeah, and you were the one that invited her to the pool hall. That's how she ended up meeting
Aoshi," he retorted.

"Yes, but I am not in control of Aoshi's or your actions. If you had kept your di and your emotions
separate, this whole thing would have played out differently," I defended, folding my arms. How
dare he try to argue me into a corner! Did he know who he was dealing with?

"So, you are going to maintain this is all my fault?" Kenshin asked.

"Yes, I am. I'm also going to leave the case ASAP. This has to stop now," I said. Kenshin turned to
me and braced his back against the tree in shock.

"No, you can't leave the case. This is way too important! That man will sue us blind if we lose and
you are not here," he said, almost yelling. I patted him on the shoulder and used his stock to help me
to my feet.

"You'll do fine, Kenshin, but I am not going to be a part of this anymore. You had your chance to
make this right. You've had several. This is just the natural course of things. Now, you have all
afternoon. Go find your wife and your best friend," I said with my back towards him. I could not
bring myself to look at him. If I did I would have laughed, and then he'd think I was joking.

“You can’t be serious, Kaoru. You simply can’t,” he pleaded, finally realizing how flipping serious
I was. I did want to turn around and see the look on his face. I wanted to see if he was scared or
angry. Maybe he was sad or disappointed. Whatever the case was, I placed one foot in front of the
other and did was I should have done a long time ago.

I walked away from him.

I heard him call after me, but I ignored him. Right now, I had to find Aoshi, since Kenshin didn’t
seem too interested in that task. I had to make sure nothing happened between he and his wife, lest
Misao be completely devastated.
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