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�I�m serious,
Misao. Don�t screw this mission up, I�m counting on you,� Aoshi calmly
restated. Misao finally contained herself, but still had a crazy look that said
�I�ll kill you.�

�Why me?� she
whined, �He�s an arrogant, walking��

�Millionaire,�
Aoshi finished for her. Misao�s eyes practically bulged out of her sockets as
her mouth gaped open.

�M-millionaire?�
she sputtered, once again shocked.

�Or at least
close estimation would round up his savings to be in the millions. Enishi is a
businessman at heart. He�s one of the associate CEOs of the largest company
manufacturing programs for Internet media made for PC computers as well as
Macintosh. Information about him is still uncertain, since he seems to be
taking his obscurity to an advantage. But the main point is, Enishi isn�t so
bad that you can�t handle him,� Aoshi stated, staring her down to make sure
just how important this assignment was. Silence engulfed her as she assessed
the situation.

�Since Misao
is reluctant to claim her assignment, why don�t I replace her?� Megumi
suggested seductively, �After all, he�s quite the handsome boy and millionaires
shouldn�t be wasted.� At this comment, Sanosuke gave a hurt puppy look towards
Megumi as she teasingly grinned.

�No, Misao�ll
do it. We need you here, Megumi, especially Sanosuke,� Aoshi snickered before
heading towards the door that led to his office downstairs, �Come with me,
Misao. I�ll debrief you on Enishi for a few minutes before you leave.� Heading
towards his office, Misao couldn�t help but think how could a man like Enishi
accumulate so much wealth and not show it? She had always imagined a rich man
wearing five gold necklaces with a gold front tooth, or maybe she was confusing
a wealthy man with a pimp, she couldn�t tell the difference at the moment.
Being a waitress was taking its toll on her thinking capabilities. Before she
knew it, she found herself sitting on one of Aoshi�s leather chairs next to a
duffel bag.

�Okon and
Omasu took the liberty of packing necessary items for you that you�ll need. If
you need anything other than what�s in the duffel bag, just ask Enishi, I�m
sure he has more than enough money to share with you. I�ve gone to school with
Enishi since we were in first grade, so I know a lot of things about him that I
think you should know as well. Enishi is hot-tempered and he doesn�t have much
patience, so don�t expect him to be lenient on your foul words. He�s not a
widely known millionaire and he has a separate business name that he goes
under. He�s known as Kenta Yamamoto. People won�t know his face as a
millionaire don don�t mention to him that you even know of his wealth or his
name,� Aoshi informed as Misao nodded her head, �Make sure he trains, though
I�m sure what I have for him will be his own incentive in doing so. The main
objective is to report everything that you see to me. I want to know everything
about him, his cleanliness, what he eats, drinks, listens to, his
love-life�everything. Report to me once a month unless there�s an emergency.
Don�t come back here with Enishi anywhere near you and if you can prevent it,
don�t have him come in this neighborhood at all. That won�t be much hard work,
since he avoids this place like the plague. Find a job near to where he is
employed, so you can keep on a lookout. Understand?�

�Yeah�� Misao
grumbled.

�Good. Now
you�ve got approximately 10 minutes to run to his home,� Aoshi notified,
glancing at the clock as he gave her directions to Enishi�s home, �Oh yeah,
jump the buildings. No taxis. I suggest you change out of her waitress attire.�
The fact that she was dead tired and was going to hop from building to building
to that disagreeable man�s home, carrying a duffel bag made her scowl at Aoshi
as he playfully grinned in return. It was one of those smiles she witnessed
when he was exceedingly content with something, not technically with her,
however.

Before she turned around, she
glared at him, suggesting for him to turn away. Aoshi glanced away as she began
chucking off her apron, blouse, and skirt to adorn herself with a casual shirt
and shorts. Aoshi smiled to himself, she still acted like he hadn�t seen any of
it before. Sneaking a peek, he caught a glimpse of her bare back. He adverted
his eyes back to the painting on his wall before she caught him, musing over
the days of when all he did was rub her exposed back. The door was silently
shut before he could intake his last memory of her. She was definitely mad not
to say goodbye, but his goal was his first priority, and she wasn�t an
exception.

Appearing out
of nowhere, Omasu cleared her throat, �Your tea Aoshi. Are you sure Misao�ll be
okay?�

�Yes.�

�Aren�t you
going to be jealous now that Enishi�s going to be having her for six months?�
she teased, �I can tell, you still have some feelings��

�It�s over
and there is nothing more but business to take care of,� Aoshi replied
stoically before sipping his evening tea, reverting back to his usual cold
demeanor. Omasu frowned at what he had said, but nonetheless didn�t try to pry
anymore from him that night as she left him in his study alone to examine his
daily decisions of costs and benefits since Yumi hated handling finances of the
caf�. Aoshi gave a wistful smile to himself as he could still remember the
lingering scent she always left on his bed and for the second time of his life,
he began contemplating how much he would miss her now that she�s even further
away from him.

�Damn him!
Why does he have to live so freakishly far away from society?!� Misao half
yelled to herself as she rang the doorbell next to the metal-like door. It was
freezing cold and her back was killing her, but his estate seemed endless as
her eyes wandered off to the fountains spurting out water with various colored
flowers that neatly grew in bushels on the sidewalk. She had to admit, it was
like walking into the secret garden that was ostentatious, yet untouched by
society. Breaking out of her reverie, Misao began ringing the door with a
little bit more of a viciousness than she had intended before noticing the fact
that the door had swung open with a half-clad and not to mention a very wet
Enishi in front of her. Misao�s mouth went into a perfect �o� as she stared at
his perfect abs and how a droplet of water dripped down from his hair ran down
his chest. Enishi was saying something, but she didn�t hear, since she was too
focused on the gleam of light that outlined his magnificent figure.

�-are you
coming in or what?� Enishi almost rampaged as he glared at her. Misao shook her
head and out of her trance, he was just a man who just showered and came out in
sweatpants she mentally berated.

�Stop it!� Misao yelled mentally at
herself.

�What did you
say again?� she asked.

�Are you
coming in or what,� he restated to her in syllables. He knew it. She hadn�t
listen to one word when he told her not to ring the doorbell like a madwoman.

�Okay! I�m
not deaf you know!� She bit back, stomping into his home.

�Could�ve
fooled me,� Enishi left off before closing the front door as Misao made a face
of pure rage, but counted from ten to one, cooling herself down, before turning
around to give him a glare. Oh how she wanted to smack him with her duffel bag.
He returned her glare with a bored look as he walked into the kitchen, the
towel still slung over his broad shoulders. Misao took a minute to absorb her
new home where everything seemed to fit into its place.

�This is the
kitchen, over there is the entertainment room,� Enishi pointed across the room
while he prepared a shot of vodka for himself, �want a drink?� Misao gave him an
odd glance as she dropped her duffel bag on the ground. Enishi took it as a no,
and gulped his glass down.

�It�s a
weekday and you�re drinking? Don�t you have work tomorrow?� Misao scolded,
momentarily forgetting her anger towards him. Enishi chuckled as he threw the
glass into the sink.

�I�m only at
work for three hours maximum. I work at home most of the time. So it doesn�t
matter, does it?� Enishi muttered, �It helps me sleep.�

�Oh.� Misao
had always fallen asleep before flopping to bed because of her duties. She had
to admit, she was a little envious of the fact that Enishi hardly did any
labor.

�You look
tired. Have you eaten?� Enishi softly asked as if he was afraid of breaking her
with his voice and just on cue, her stomach made a loud growl, �I take that as
a yes.� Misao blushed out of embarrassment.

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�Damn
stomach!� she thought, but sighed in defeat. Pulling out a stool from the other
side of the kitchen counter, she slumped onto the table. Silence engulfed them
as he prepared a ham sandwich, his back facing her. Having nothing else to look
at, she ogled his back, following every ripple of muscle as he moved around.

�He�s got a
nice ass, too,� Misao grinned before mentally slapping herself for checking him
out, �I must be feeling desperate.� Too inflicted in her thoughts, she didn�t
notice the plate in front of her face.

�Hello?
Helloooooo�� Enishi waved his hand in front of Misao�s trance-like face. Misao
blinked once, twice, and screamed, falling off the stool with a thump on his cold
tile floor. Rubbing her head, Misao couldn�t believe she was such a klutz.
Brushing the invisible dust off of her behind, Misao humphed and sat back down
on the stool, avoiding eye contact with Enishi.

�Is this
Klutz Day, or is it just you?� Enishi smirked, leaning next to the table.

�It�s hard not to scream when
there�s a hideous face so close to mine,� Misao replied; her eyes saw red as
she angrily chomped down on her sandwich. He needed a good kick in the butt if
that was the last thing she was going to do�even if he did have a nice ass.
Enishi raised his left eyebrow to her comment, smirking to himself.

�Oh she�s a foul mouth, that
kitten,� Enishi internally sighed, letting her bypass his retort�for tonight,
he was getting a headache from her constant shouting. Just watching Misao eat
instantly made him very aware that this was going to be an extremely long six
months with this specific roommate�

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