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Boxers� Caf�.

Chapter 5.

Waking up to
the unmerciful alarm clock, Misao groaned, throwing one of her many pillows at
the atrocity of mankind. Still buzzing, Misao finally sat up and slammed her
hand onto the �off� button of the clock, cursing at it with a vengeance.
Flopping back onto the bed, she began recalling what had made her so grumpy
this morning.

�Damn
Enishi�it�s all his fault,� Misao thought, feeling a little queasy in her
stomach. Throwing off the sheets and comforter, she sped towards her bathroom
and knelt in front of the toilet.

�Stupid
drinking bastard�� Misao hurled into the toilet. Ah, the sweet aroma of vomit.
Misao had somehow challenged Enishi into a drinking game due to his constant
taunts the night before. However to Misao�s dismay, Enishi had won, and she had
fainted from too much alcohol retardation. Enishi had not seemed drunk before
she passed out. He looked just as sober as he did he had opened the door for
her. Misao internally growled at her defeat. Having finally her stomach calm
down from its vortex, Misao climbed into the shower. There were perfume-like
smelling shampoos, soaps, brushes, sponges, and other things she had no idea of�if
they were for usage or decoration that was.

�This man has
way too much time to have all of this crap,� Misao deliberated, glancing at all
of the bottles of smelly stuff that she had not yet categorized. Finishing up
her shower, Misao rummaged in her duffel bag for something to wear. Throwing on
a pair of shorts and tank top, Misao French braiding her hair afterwards. She
smiled at her handiwork, before applying some light make-up. She was going to
look for a job in the area today and there wasn�t going to be any way where she
was going to fail in this mission. Running down the wood-topped stairs,
the sunlight nearly blinded her eyes from all of the curtains drawn from the
numerous windows adorning the walls of Enishi�s very white home. Walking into
the kitchen, Misao caught a glimpse of Enishi sitting at the dining table,
sipping some orange juice�reading a newspaper?

�Hey,
shouldn�t you go to work now? It�s like ten already,� she asked, plucking a
toast from the center of the table to munch on.

He flipped a page before answering,
�I leave at ten thirty. Oh, and here�s your keys.� He shoved the keys to
Misao�s end of the table.

�Keys to?�

�The house obviously and your Honda
Civic Coupe.�

�You�re giving me a car?� Misao
almost shouted in glee, she hadn�t driven a car for months since her work used
to be right across the street from where she used to live.

�To borrow. The garage is on the
left end of the house next to the family room. I presume you�ve acquired a
driver�s license with an adequate skill to drive?� Enishi smirked, folding hiewspewspaper and throwing it to the side.

�For your information, yes! I�m a perfectly skilled
driver!� Misao yelled sputtering breadcrumbs onto the glass table. Enishi
cocked his eyebrow, before getting up and stretching. Misaoked ked at his sharp
appearance with his white suite and black button up shirt that was unbutton in
the first two holes. He looked gorgeous.

�Since you lost last night, you
get to make dinner tonight,� Enishi smiled his one million dollar smile before
placing his Ralph Lauren glasses, leaving the house. He just had to rub it in
her face. Misao scowled, remembering her stupid bet, making a definite note not
to bet things or services while drunk.
She sat there looking out of the window as he drove his BMW out of
sight.

�Argh!� Misao grumbled, she was
going to be his maid for the month for losing. Gathering the dishes, she washed
them until they were squeaky-clean. Remembering what her mission was, Misao
randomly explored the house, looking for Enishi�s office, which was downstairs
in the corner. She found that the door was locked and that the lock required an
id card. Misao mumbled something incoherent before turning around to search for
other clues around the house. If she had brought her equipment she would�ve
been able to unlock that absurd lock before Enishi even got back. Due to
Aoshi�s desire to have Misao carry nothing suspicious, she was left with
nothing to work with�other than a tape recorder to note her findings. Enishi�s
home was quite advanced in security when she had examined it yesterday before
getting drunk. Walking towards the
living room, she spied a lonely picture frame facing downwards on the top of
the fireplace�s shelf. Curiosity getting the better of her, Misao plucked the
frame to see a picture of a woman and Enishi? She took that back, a much
younger Enishi. He must�ve looked like he was in high school? Misao analyzed
the picture, more specifically staring at the woman next to him.

�I wo if if Aoshi knows about
this,� Misao pondered aloud, outlining the face of the black-haired woman. She
was beautiful and Misao felt a tinge of jealousy before laying the frame left
face down. Plunging onto the soft cushiony couch, Misao began to wonder if
Enishi had been with any woman before, but of course he did, after all, he was
thirty years old. Judging from his looks, Misao began conjuring up a picture of
twenty girls groveling at Enishi�s feet at work. Misao shook her head. What was
she thinking? He�s the objective for the mission, not the object for her love
life! Misao scrunched up her nose, like she�d go out with that annoying
jerk. Something caught her eye, was it
a box beneath the coffee table? Getting on her hands and knees, she plucked the
box out of its hiding spot and opened the lid only to find a picture of Enishi
kissing another woman! Flipping the picture around, Misao studied the words on
the back, which was definitely in a female handprint. It told the date, the
number of the anniversary, and their names?

�Kurenai and Enishi,� Misao read as
she picked up another photo. That picture was a picture of Kurenai sitting on a
bench by a fountain. Misao laid the picture down to scrutinize the woman in the
picture, sizing her up. Misao was a bit disappointed to find nothing wrong with
the woman. With her eyes slowly going down the picture, Misao�s hands
instinctively went to her own breasts, she definitely didn�t have a big cup
like that �Kurenai�s.� She without doubt looked curvaceous and her face was
striking with wild black hair framing her face.

�So this is the kind of woman
Enishi goes after,� Misao pondered. Feeling a bit resentful, Misao decided to
throw the pictures back into its proper place, beneath the table. She wasn�t
jealous, no way. She was not jealous of Enishi�s girlfriends. This memory was
soo going to be in the back of her head, starting now!

Slinging a purse over her
shoulders, Misao wandered off to the garage to find her Honda Civic Coupe.
Flicking on the lights for his garage, she gaped at the sheer amount of cars he
owned. Four cars for one man?! He obviously owned the black BMW 3 Series Coupe,
which he left with, and there sat in the garage the dark blue Honda Civic
Coupe, the white Acura NSX with fix to the kit (body of the car), and another
silver BMW M3 Convertible. What�s up with men and owning multiple cars? Misao
opened the door to the Honda Civic Coupe in awe of its pristine interior state.
All the cars looked like they were in top shape, waxed, polished, and
everything you could ask for. Misao opened the garage door, and started up the
engine, zooming out of the estate of the countryside towards the bustling city.
He worked at the IMN building, so all she had to do was find some sort of
menial job near there.

Considering all of the propositions
presented to him, Enishi contemplated the paperwork that the men had provided
him, studying their backgrounds as the two men in front of him gave furtive
glances to each other, intimidated by Enishi�s silence. They had wanted him to
invest in a new research on the stem cell research. He glared at them for a
moment, how had they known he had any money?

�How did you find my name,� Enishi
interrogated, taking off his shades.

�We found you by word of mouth, Dr.
Yukishiro,� the man on the right claimed, straightening his back under Enishi�s
heated gaze.

�I see,� Enishi responded, �So
you�ve been doing a lot of digging to find my name.�

�We would like you to join us in
this research if you can, because you did graduate in prestigious honors in the
course of biotechnology,� the man on the left praised.

�Come back in one week, I�ll tell
you my decision then, you are dismissed,� Enishi waved before turning his
swiveling chair towards the window as the men exited his office. He thoughts
began wondering off to a certain hot-headed roommate. He picked up a file that
he had his associates find, her record and the sort. She had drank only a few
shots before getting heavy lidded and even he couldn�t stop her from giggling.
He smirked when he thought of what she had said about him having a �nice ass�
before passing out. Maybe she won�t be that bad after all.

�So doctor, when are you going to
take me out for lunch?� a feminine voiut tut through his thoughts. Turning
around, Enishi came face to face with his girlfriend. Kurenai smiled at him,
bending over the desk in a red sleeveless dress. He grinned back, standing up
to hook his arm with hers.

�I was just about to leave,� Enishi
assured, walking out of the office together.

Misao had
prepared to make pork chop, letting the meat marinate in the bowl on the
kitchen table as she flipped through the channels of the TV. She wondered when
Enishi was going to be home. She had thought he had said that he didn�t work
that long at work, but it was already five thirty. The rice had been cooked and
kept warm, but she began wondering if she should cook before he came. She was
getting hungry after all. Just then, the door opened and Misao literally jumped
off of the couch.

�Where have
you been?! I�ve been waiting so I could cook!� Misao yelled, glaring daggers at
him before stomping into the kitchen to begin frying.

�Sorry. I was
a little carried away with things and I lost track of time,� Enishi apologized.
He had been at Kurenai�s apartment doing�things, but then again, he knew he
couldn�t tell Misao that without her bashing his head open for making her wait.

�I was out
with my girlfriend as well,� Enishi said casually. Misao bit back her tongue;
she nearly choked on her own saliva. She turned around and faced the frying
meat, flipping it over. She couldn�t help but feel a sense of hopelessness; he
did have a girlfriend after all. Why was she even hoping that a striking guy
like that being single? She shook her
head, he was a jerk and no way in hell did she want to date him. No way in
hell.

�Dinner�s
ready!� Misao hollered, placing two dishes of finely garnish lettuce, cucumber,
and tomatoes along with the steaming rice and porkchop.

�Am I going
to die?� Enishi questioned giving the food a critical eye, �It looks healthy
enough to eat�� For that comment, Misao whacked his back.

�I can cook,
you know!� Enishi chuckled.

�Just
kidding�� Enishi took his first bite and chewed cautiously.

�How is it?�
Misao asked.

�Hey�this is
actually good! And I thought I was going to layselyself in the hospital for a
few days for food poisoning�� Enishi trailed off to take another bite, �maybe
we should have more drinking contests, so you can cook the all the time.� Misao
secretly smiled to herself despite his first insult and she began eating too.

�Did you find
a job?�

�As a matter
of fact, I did,� Misao grinned pompously, ready to boast, �I�m going to work at
this florist shop at the Haaro street. Oh, I met the owner, and she�s so nice!
I think her name was Kaoru. I begin working next Monday.�

�That�s a
surprise. Are you sure you can handle �delicate� flowers without crushing
them?� Enishi teased, �Your temper seems to flare under every circumstance.�
Misao ignored his question to avoid a commotion, so she clearly changed the
subject with the following question.

�So how was
work?� Misao asked, attempting a conversation with the most disagreeable
man on earth.

�It was fine.
Just proposals on stem cell research,� Enishi answered, taking a sip of his
coke.

�Stem cell
research? Why? I don�t see any relevance in researching how to clone people��
Misao said.

�Well, that�s
how most people see it, but it�ll be very beneficial for everyone when the
research is complete,� Enishi informed, �For instance, for all those paralyzed
people, stem cell research will be able to give them another chance of walking
again. All those heart bypasses is where the surgeons remove the artery to
another part of the heart, because that part of the heart is dead. Now when
this research is complete, we can clone a heart exactly like that person�s, so
the body wouldn�t reject it. By �cloning�, it is unnecessary to say that we�ll
clone whole humans, but rather at the moment, organs to replace the bad ones
that we may have damaged already.� Misao stared at him in awe of knowknowledge.

/spa/span>�I never
thought of it that way, now that you�ve told me, it does seem like a worthwhile
research�� Misao considered, picking up the empty dishes towards the sink.

�Investing in
the research is a different story, however.�

�Why not? It seems to give so much
benefit�� Misao continued.

�I�m not that wealthy to
throw my money away if they don�t have adequreseresearchers,� Enishi
interrupted, �Besides, it�s best to think things over twice before conducting a
decision.�

�You have four stinking cars, and
you�re telling me you can�t spend money on researching on something that can
save lives?!� Misao bellowed, �I can�t believe you!�

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�My money, Makimachi,� Enishi
clarified. Misao humphed still frowning at him.

I�ll wash tonight, since you
cooked,� Enishi offered, �Why don�t you shower? You smell quite rancid.� Enishi
gave her a cheeky grin. Misao could�ve almost socked him in the face, but
counted from ten backwards. Misao gave a lingering glare before running up the
stairs. She smiled to herself, he had been nice to hert int insulted her at the
same time, yet there was a touch of kindness there. At least he gave more
thought to her household tasks than Aoshi did. Too bad he was already taken.

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Enishi s the there washing the
dishes as promised, contemplating the day with a bitterness that he had hid
quite well from Misao. She looked a bit too tired to irritate. Frowning, a
placed the cleaned dishes onto the rack and dried his hands. He unbuttoned his
shirt and threw it to the arm of the chair, dropping onto its pillowy softness
before sighing in exhaustion. Today had been an uneventful day. He had shared a
luncheon with Kurenai as promised and with her consent had retreated back to
her apartment. He had sex with her as boyfriends and girlfriends often did,
however today�s didn�t feel right. It was like the passion was wiped out in one
day�s absence, but he was soon to be surprised, when he, laid in bed naked next
to her only to find out that her ex-fianc� had returned from England to claim
her once again. He wasn�t surprised, at her consideration of the new offer.

Kurenai had always wanted to get
married, or �hitched� as he described it, but he just wasn�t ready yet and so
he never asked. He couldn�t help but break up with her, at least she�ll be
happy getting married. After all, it was all he could do since he wasn�t planning
on marrying her either. She hadn�t been devastated at his response, she only
gave him a sad smile, before he clambered wordlessly out of bed. He supposed
sex was his farewell gift and personally, he didn�t mind that much. Kurenai was
more of a friend rather than a girlfriend. He supposed he never saw her that
way, but Kurenai was very persuasive in having a relationship and during
that time, he didn�t mind having a fling. Ruffling his hair, he gave a small
grin to himself.

�Well, at least now I have more
time to train now,� he thought, �and being single means clubbing on Friday
nights.�
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