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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 Four

A day after Kenshin and I had our little indiscretion, he pretended nothing transpired between us. In a way, it was mildly disturbing to see someone as emotional detached as I could be. He hid his feelings very well, the sign of a true professional. Always seem untouchable, impenetrable. Don't let people wonder how you are doing. Don't give them the slightest inclination that something is troubling you outside of work. You will fool most of those you are associated with. Only those that truly know you may see through your front, but the front must always be maintained. Those are some of the rules I lived by. And now that Kenshin was no more than a foot away from me, I was truly keeping those sayings in mind. I wanted to pounce on him and take him in the many ways of the Karma Sutra and the fact that I couldn't made me sweat.

But, I couldn't sweat. I couldn't let him know I was troubled about what transpired between us, just as he couldn't reveal the same. Besides, we did have plenty of work to do in spite of finding the alibi and finishing up the paperwork associated with it. There were many loose ends that needed to be tied together before we could move forward and construct the rest of our defense. I shifted though paper after paper after paper. After a while, all the manila folders began to become indistinguishable despite the colorful tabs used to make them stand out from one another. The morning had transcended to the afternoon which fell into the lap of early evening. I began to lift another folder but my tired arms would not allow me to do so. I tossed it aside and let out a sigh of exasperation. The sleeves of my blouse were rolled to my elbows, the fabric that was crisp in the morning were wrinkled. My hair was upswept, supported by a trusty pen, though some strands escaped to frame my face. I pulled a lock of hair behind my ear and caught a glimpse of Kenshin looking at me with those violet eyes of his. God, if I believed in one, he was beautiful.

"Tired?" he asked, placing the folder he was holding on the desk.

"Hai. I can't look at another file right now. I need to relax," I said, slowly standing up, stretching my tired stems. I searched a moment for my pumps and slid them on my feet. I looked over at Kenshin again, who was watching me, watching my every move. I smirked a little bit, but continued my routine. Try as he might to hide it, his eyes could not lie.

"I suppose this means we are done for today," he finally said as he unrolled his sleeves and gathered some of the files into his briefcase.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to take a nice, long shower then hit some balls over at Snookers," I said, releasing my hair and letting it fall to my shoulders.

"What?" he gasped as he watched me.

"Shoot some pool," I said, smiling. "Want to join me? My little sister and I wouldn't mind some company."

Kenshin contemplated the situation momentarily in his head. I knew he was debating spending time with me outside of work. But the mention of my sister brought a level of security to the situation. Though the flags were raised, he would decide that the situation would not develop into something more than platonic and would therefore be safe for him.

"Sure, I don't see the harm in that," he replied.

"Great," I said, my smile as devilish as a Cheshire cat's grin. You aren't supposed to see any harm in it, Kenshin.

Of course, it was a perfect set-up. He thought just because I was bringing my young, impressionable sister with me, I would behave. Well, while Misao was young and impressionable, she's also beautiful and fun to be around. While we shared the same mother and father, Missy's nothing like me. She was into "saving herself" for that special man that will come riding on a white steed and whisk her off her feet and out her panties. Barf.

"What time do you want to hook up," I asked him, packing up the last of my things.

"I'm guessing around nine or so. I have to wait for my wife to get home," he replied.

There he goes again, mentioning the wife for no reason. He needed to affirm to me how important his wife his to him, at least that's the message he thought he was portraying. I knew he was just trying to reassure himself.

"I understand. Missy gets off of work at eight. I have to wait for her to change and whatnot," I said, countering his little attempt.

"How old is your sister?" he asked, throwing his suit jacket over his shoulder as we walked to the door.

"She's 19 and a junior majoring in Performance Arts," I responded. Misao was actually a good kid. A little immature, but she had a good head on her shoulders. I remember when she was little she swore she was a ninja princess. Our father let us take Judo, Aikido, and Kempo when we were older. We're both black belts, but when she started throwing ninja stars around the house and one landed squarely on father's rear, her ninja days were over.

"It will be fun, don't worry," I assured him.

"I look forward to meeting your sister," he replied as we exited my office and walked down the hall to the elevator.

"Oh, and bring a friend. We could play teams or something," I suggested to him.

That of course, was just to assure him even more that the night would be nothing more than good, clean, wholesome fun. But, looks can be very deceiving.

"Sure, I know just the man," he said, smiling like he just won a bet.

"Oh, you don't think you can take me, or something? You've seen me in action," I teased him as we boarded the shaft and descended.

"Ha, you don't know Aoshi. I think even you will be surprised by him," he replied, amusement laden in his voice.

It was so good to see him smile again. Though it had only been a day, I had begun to miss it so much. His smile sent a wave of warmth through my body. I loved that feeling. When he smiled at me the way he did, I knew I could have him. I knew I could take him. I would have him.

"Well, we'll see about that at nine, huh," I said as we reachd the lobby.

"Yes, we will, see you at nine," he said as he left for the parking lot. I smiled at waved him goodbye as I exited out of the front.

I made the relatively short trek to Little Rome. It was Tuesday evening and Megumi and I always had a light dinner at seven on Tuesday nights. How we started this ritual, I can't remember, but we had not broken it, save business trips and vacations and such. It was our little way of staying connected. There's nothing like talking with a person face to face. There's little you can hide that way. It's very raw and real.

I entered the restaurant and I saw Megumi sitting at our regular table. I smiled at the girl at the reservation desk and made my way over to my best friend. The waitress quickly brought me a glass of water as I sat down. I sipped from it as Megumi sat in her seat, smirking.

"You haven't bedded him yet, have you," she commented, tauntingly. I sneered at her before letting out a short, heavy sigh.

"Damn, not even a hello? No, I haven't," I replied rather coldly.

"What's the hold-up now? " she questioned. She wasn't usually quite so pushy; it surprised me a little bit.

"Well, yesterday it almost happened, but he couldn't go through with it, so I stopped. It just didn't feel right, he was really hurting and..."

The look on Megumi's face caused me to pause. At first, it was shock, then, she began to chuckle and finally, a laugh that would put a hyena to shame echoed in my ear. Megumi covered her mouth with her hand, as if it made a difference in the volume of her annoying howl. I rolled my eyes, sat back in my chair and folded my arms as people in the restaurant began to whisper and stare at us. Why was this woman my best friend?

"Calm down before you start convulsing," I said tartly, hoping she would shut her trap. After she noticed all the eyes on her, she calmed down, but her smile was still upon her face. Just one good slap...that's all I asked.

"Surely you didn't think I wouldn't revel in this moment. The Great Kaoru was unable to pick off her mark. And you thought you were just so irresistible and that lust can conquer love any day. Well, now you see the power, baby!" she exclaimed before drinking some water from her glass.

"How lame! Please, Megumi, I chose to back off. It didn't feel right anymore. I could still have him if I wanted," I said with absolute confidence.

"Well, what's stopping you? I know you, and you do NOT have a conscience," she said, folding her arms. Well, she spoke the truth. I don't have one, typically, but this was definitely different.

"Even the King of the Jungle fails to catch his prey every now and again, but he will still feast. He just takes a different approach," I responded. Megumi sighed and stood up.

"Well, let's hope the lioness catches her prey this time. I gotta get back to work. I'll call you," she said, walking over to me. She gave me a hug and left the restaurant. I was a little puzzled. She was acting very peculiar, but I couldn't quite pick up on what was going on.

Oh, well, I didn't feel like worrying about that at the moment. I had to get home, freshen up and wait for my little sister to show up. I had already picked out my outfit. A pair of bootcut, dark denim jeans along with a fitted, black 3/4 sleeve shirt with a zipper front. Add a lacy bra to show off some cleavage and some black leather boots and I was ready to go. My makeup was smoky to match the atmosphere we were about to go into. The finishing touch was a sexy Givenchy choker. The metal was dark and the jewels were round and a beautiful hue of blue. I looked at myself in the mirror and gave myself the thumbs-up. No doubt about it, boys, I'm a sex kitten. I heard my doorbell ring and I hurried down the stairs to open the door for Misao.

"Hey, sis. Ready to hustle some losers!" she exclaimed, bursting through the door. Her long, dark hair glistened in the low light of the vista view as she hopped inside. Did I mention she had more juice than that damned pink bunny with the drum?

"No hustling tonight," I said to her, holding her down by the crown of her head. She screwed her face and stuck her tongue out at me. When she wasn't acting like a five-year-old, she actually was a very attractive girl. She had the biggest blue eyes you could ever imagine. What side of the family she got them from, I didn't know...and her hair fell clear to her ass. She had a cute, athletic figure and a baby face that just screamed of innocence. I did a lot of looking after her, since she was so trusting and naive. I don't want anyone taking advantage of her.

See, I have a heart.

"Well, I don't see how it's going to be any fun. Who are we meeting up there?" she asked, putting her hands in her pockets.

"A coworker of mine and his friend. It seems they are confident in their skills, but we will prove them wrong," I replied, smiling devilishly.

"Hmm, I guess that works for me," she said. I shrugged my shoulders and picked up my bag which contained my pool stick and gloves. No way in hell I'd use the trash at Snookers...no offense.

"Well, let's go then," I said pushing Misao out the door and walking towards the car.

Kenshin leaned forward and eyed his shot. He released and the nine ball fell hard into the side pocket. He stood up and began to examine his next shot while his friend stood against the wall, pool stick in his hand. He was a tall, devastatingly handsome man. His features were very fine and appeared as though he were perhaps half white and half Japanese. His ice blue eyes were large, but slanted. His chin thin and pointed, his nose refined. If Kenshin would be described as beautiful, Aoshi was gorgeous.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" the handsome man questioned. Kenshin took another shot and shook his head.

"It's only 9:05. They'll be here," Kenshin replied, walking over to his friend.

"About this girl...you aren't fooling around with her, are you?" Aoshi asked as he sipped his rum and coke. If anyone else had asked him, Kenshin would have probably killed them on the spot for even the suggestion. But no one knew him better than Aoshi, his fraternity brother and best friend since freshman year of college.

"No, but, she has tempted me, if I must be honest. It won't go any further. I love Tomoe and I won't betray her," he admitted, stirring his mudslide.

"But, instead of spending this night with your wife, you choose to spend it with a woman you secretly desire. If I didn't know better, I'd say the old player that I knew before he met Tomoe is coming back out," Aoshi replied coldly.

"Damn it, Aoshi! I was in my thirties when we met, it was time to settle down with her. I couldn't be a bachelor forever. Besides, I truly love her. She is my life," Kenshin tried to defend himself.

"When you play with fire..."

"You get burned. And trust me, for challenging me and my sister, you will get burned," I said, cutting off the tall drink of man mid-sentence.

"Kaoru, I didn't see you come up," Kenshin said, nearly choking. I realized then that I must have caught the tail end of a really good conversation. And I saw him when I walked in, but I decided to take a real good look at Kenshin's companion. Hot tamale!

"Oh, I didn't mean to be rude. Hi, I'm Kaoru. This is my little sister, Misao," I said by way of introduction. Kenshin's friend politely nodded and then leaned over and whispered something to him.

"Just how old are they?" Aoshi questioned his best friend. Kenshin blushed and shook off the question.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Misao. Your sister speaks highly of you, but right now, I'm interested in your skills at pool. Ready to put your money where your mouth is? Let's say 20 bucks a ball," Kenshin said.

Misao was in a daze. She was practically drooling, gazing at Aoshi. She may have gotten her share of good looks, but she sure didn't inherit any prowess.

"Yes, we are ready," I said, pulling Misao to the other side of the pool table. I popped her upside the head and began to unload my pool stick.

"Snap out of it, you're embarrassing me," I half yelled, half whispered. My sister just sighed and slowly began to chalk up her stick.

"But he's so gorgeous," she said, making ga-ga eyes with Aoshi. He largely ignored her, as Kenshin and he were conversing. He seemed to be a very cold person at first glance. He was Kenshin's best friend for some reason, though. Beyond the chiseled frame and ice-blue eyes, there was a warm heart, I knew.

And, he was hot...

"Yes, he is, but you are never going to snag a guy of that caliber by acting like a love-sick pup. Just act normal...we have money on this," I said to her as I walked over to Kenshin, gloves on, stick chalked and ready to go.

"I hope you are prepared to have your asses handed to you," I said, my voice dripping with confidence.

"Who's going to break," Aoshi said, breaking through between Kenshin and myself, racking up the balls.

"I will!" Misao exclaimed, hopping over to the end of the table opposite to Aoshi. She smiled at him and surprisingly, he cracked the slightest smile back at her. If she can get her act together, my plan just might work and I might be able to get Kenshin alone with me. Oh, the possibilities! I mused internally.

"Show 'em what you got!" I yelled as Misao broke. The cue ball clanked as it hit the colored ones, sending them all over the green velvet. She quickly pocketed a seven and I ran to her and gave her a high five.

"Guess we have solids," Misao replied in a semi-sweet tone. "Go ahead, sis. Work your wonders."

I smirked at Aoshi, then at Kesnhin. They seemed to be snickering since Misao didn't leave an open shot. Little did they know, she set me up for a little show-and-go, a teaser. I like to tease. I leaned over in Kenshin's direction, eyeing the Two. I was just low enough to show a bit of the cleavage I knew he wanted to slide his tongue down.

"Two, corner pocket," I called.

"No way, you'll scratch the Twelve," Kenshin said as I released the shot, curving the cue around the Twelve and hitting my mark.

Even Aoshi looked surprised as Misao and I continued to sweep the table...all the while, I'm flirting with Kenshin. We had our share of bumps, giggles and long gazes as either Missy or Ice-boy shot. From time to time, Kenshin's keeper would glare at our flirting, but Misao often broke his concentration with sweet flirtations of her own. After taking three out of four games, we all decided it was time for a break and a bite to eat. We put our pool sticks away and sat at the bar. Aoshi had begun to talk with Misao about her technique. They were engaged in a quite deep conversation. There was my chance.

"Hey, Kenshin, come over here," I said, motioning for him to stand next to my stool.

"I guess I was wrong. You are a hustler. I can definitely see you dragging your innocent little sister off, taking unsuspecting men for their hard earned greens," he said, chuckling.

"Well, what can I say? When you're gifted, you're gifted," I replied, smiling. We shared a comfortable silence as we got a good look at each other. He had on this gold-colored button-up shirt, untucked with slacks slightly darker than khaki. They were a little on the loose side so his outfit would be casual. It fit him very well...not to mention his eyes almost looked amber in the foggy light of the pool hall.

"So...what do you need?" he asked when he finished eyeing me up and down. I knew he liked what he saw.

"Can you come with me for a moment, there's something I want to talk to you about?" I asked, eyes innocent as ever. With a few drinks in his system and the atmosphere keeping him light, he agreed with little hesitation.

Yes...come into my web...
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