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Boxers� Caf�.

Chapter 6.

�Two days
since that kitten�s been here and the house still hasn�t blown up. My luck
hasn�t seem to run out then,� Enishi thought humorously, unlocking the front
door, but before opening the door all the way, Enishi was thrown backwards by
something�furry? Whatever it was, it began licking him all over his face.
Growling, his eyes shot open and he grabbed the puppy off of him. Glaring at
the abomination of nature, Enishi gritted his teeth.

�MAKIMACHI!�
The house almost shook from his thundering voice. A few seconds later, a
wet-haired Misao came scrambling down the stairs in a bathrobe looking
frantically for lost pet but met the-oh-so furious Enishi.

�Hello,�
Misao greeted timidly, giving a small guilty smile. She had broken his
twenty-sixth house rule.

�What is
this?� Enishi pointed at the dog that was beginning to pout from being held so
gruffly.

�My dog,
Pochi,� Misao stated, trying hard to reinstate herself as the dominant person
within the slight quarrel that was about to brew up. Standing up on her
tiptoes, Misao took Pochi out of Enishi�s death grip in fear that he was going
to crush the poor thing. Slamming the door, Enishi turned around to face Misao/p> /p>

�What were
one of my rules, Makimachi?� Enishi questioned, his dark blue eyes were
flaring.

�But
Enishi!� Misao whined, �Megumi didn�t have the time to take care of my puppy
and�and look! He�s only a puppy�he needs my attention! Please, just let him
stay, I promise, he won�t wreck anything�and he�s potty trained!� Misao�s
reasoning didn�t seem to sink into Enishi, because his glare only inflamed.
Enishi was about to open his mouth to tell her to get that abhorrence out of
his sight, but he was hit with something he wasn�t very familiar with. Puppy
eyes. Two pairs of eyes were giving him pleading faces. He gritted his teeth.
Damn them! Damn, damn, damn, damn!

�Fine,�
Enishi barked, �but keep him out of the backyard.�

�Why?�
Misao asked curiosity sparking as she placed Pochi back onto the grounds since
he was out of danger at the moment.

�Yuki�s out
there. She might mistaken your little puppy for food,� Enishi pointed to the
backyard, �I don�t want you upset at me because you let him out there.�

�Huh? Do
you own some sort of giant dog?� Misao looked at him skeptically, resting her
hand on her hip. Enishi had to confess, she did have somewhat a nice figure
under that revealing towel that was haphazardly thrown on. Dare he say, she was
sexy like that? The answer to that was obvious, of course not.

Keeping a straight face, he replied
casually, �She�s a Siberian tiger, and a pregnant one at that.� Enishi loosened
his working shirt a bit, dropping his briefcase next to the wall.

�You�re telling me that you of all
people own an endangered species?�

�Yes. I used to work at the shelter
for the Siberian tigers. One baby tiger came out sick antooktook that one home.
And if you want proof, I�ve got a license in my office that says I own Yuki.�

�Wait. If you only own one tiger,en hen how�d she get pregnant?�

�I take her back to the shelter
once every six months for the researchers to check up on her and during one of
those trips I gave them my consent to let her be fertilized. However lir lil�
kittens won�t be mine, they�ll return to the facility after I raise them for
one year,� Enishi muttered, walking towards the backyard sliding door.

Following him, Misao asked, �Can I meet her?�

Shoving his hands into his pockets,
Enishi leaned on the glass door looking at her from the bottom up, �Not in
those clothes, if that�s what you call them.� Misao slapped his arm for good
measure before dashing up the stairs to change with Pochi trailing after her,
struggling to climb the stairs, barking. Running his left hand through his
ruffled hair, he glanced at the backyard and back towards the struggling puppy,
which had only managed to climb two stairs. How did he get into this
predicament? He hated dogs.

Picking himself off of the glass
door, he slid it open and stepped out where he was greeted with a small growl
from the other end where Yuki laid under the shade, away from the blistering
sun that soon afflicted onto his back. Strolling towards Yuki, he gave a small
smile to himself. Tomoe would have loved the gardens of daffodils, tulips,
irises, daises, lilies, roses, carnations, and the other flowers that decorated
the garden that held a pond in the middle where vibrant fishfish swam. He bent
down to scratch the back of Yuki�s ears, sitting down onto the cool grass.

�Tomoe would�ve loved you too,
Yuki.� Rubbing his hands across her back, he laid himself onto the grass,
crossing his arms behind his head, staring at the orange sky that was beginning
to turn pinkish. The sunset. He loved it, but soing ing had blocked his view or
rather it was someone.

�Oh my god! It�s really a tiger!�
Misao shouted running towards them, but before he could move out of the way,
Misao tripped over his long legs, �Ahh!� Misao had fallen on top of him with a
thump. Blushing red from being too excited to the point of tripping, Misao
pushed herself off of his chest, cocking her head to one side to look at the
grim expression on his face.

�I�m sorry! Are you okay? Why do
you look so serious?� Misao looked worried, �Enishi?� Enishi�s face had been
set into a form of grimace. His lips were pursed into a thin line and he looked
highly concentrated on something.

�Your knee. My crotch,� Enishi
choked, pain etching on his face. At the mention of his southern area, Misao
turned even redder, quickly climbing off of him.

�I�m sorry!� Misao didn�t know
whether to face his crotch or his face to apologize, so she ended up
apologizing to his face halfway before giving a furtive glance towards his
groin and then back up. Enishi had sat up by then, the pain had turned into a
mild ache. He had a smelt a sweet fragrance from her, she smelled of vanilla
ice cream. It made him feel a bit light-headed and tight in the stomach, but he
dismissed the thought from forming into something else.

�For your information, a man�s
crotch isn�t where a lady�s leg should be,� Enishi scowled. Misao grinned
sheepishly, a light shade of pink dimpled her face.

�Can I pet her?� Misao asked,
changing the subject matter. Enishi nodded mutely scratching the underside of
Yuki�s chin, making her purr. Misao giggled as she petted the soft fur that
matted the tiger�s body, a slight bulge from her belly signifying her
pregnancy.

�Her coat is so soft!� Enishi gave
a wide yawn before standing up and brushing the loose grass off of his pants,
�I�m going to watch some TV. Don�t bother her too much, she needs to rest.�
Misao gave a small snicker, watching his retreating form. There was a piece of
grass still stuck on the butt of his pants.

�I guess your master isn�t as tough as he thinks he
is!� Misao grinned, getting up herself, following Enishi. Upon closing the
sliding door, Misao found Enishi lazily draped onto the couch aimlessly
flipping through the channels. It was almost time to make dinner, so Misao went
straight towards the kitchen to begin preparing a simple dish of beef with Napa
cabbage.

�Enishi?�

�What?� Enishi grumbled, focusing his eyes on the
television�s screen.

�Don�t you get lonely sometimes�living in a giant
house?� Misao wondered aloud, stir frying the ingredients together. A frown
plastered Enishi�s face before he answered.

�No. Why?� His head turned a notch towards her
direction.

�I don�t know. It�s just quiet that�s all. Oh!
Dinner�s ready!� Enishi remained silent to her question, but Misao decided to
ignore it for the moment. They ate silently, Misao deep in her thoughts about
her �mission� while Enishi observed her expressions as they changed from sour
to deep concentration. He decided not to interrupt her since it was so rare of
him to find her in such �deep� concentration, but then again�it was just plain
weird.

�Why the serious look?� Enishi questioned, finishing
the last bit of morsel on his plate, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin.
Misao placed her fork down onto the plate with the hardly touched food. Misao
couldn�t tell him about her mission obviously, so she blurted the next thing
that came to her mind as an excuse.

�How come your girlfriend�s picture frame is
flipped?� Misao could�ve slapped herself, because Enishi froze, �I�m sorry! I
shouldn�t have asked! I�m sorry! I�m sorry!� Enishi took a moment before
relaxing. He picked up his glass of white zinfandel wine and took a hefty
gulp.

�It�s fine. That picture isn�t of my girlfriend.
Kurenai and I broke up for your information. The picture is of my older
sister,� Enishi finished. So Kurenai was now his ex-girlfriend! Misao felt a
small giddiness growing in the pit of her stomach, she didn�t know why, or
maybe it was the fact that Enishi was now a single man.

�Your sister�s beautiful,� Misao recalled looking at
the picture, �but why did you�� Enishi�s eyes flashed a different color when he
replied.

�She�s dead.� Guilt swept over Misao as she made a
consoling face. Her giddiness dropped like a rock falling off of a ledge.

�I�m sorry to hear that Enishi�you must have been
close to her�� Misao gave a sad smile. Enishi�s playful manner returned
surprisingly as he chuckled.

�No. We weren�t that close before she died, but you
could say we were�a long time ago,� Enishi snorted, �I was a brat and she hated
me.�

�I�m sure she must�ve been proud of you, since you
know, you�re an accomplishment,� Misao murmured admiringly.

�She died when I was in high school, so you can say
that she never got to reap the benefits of me being well-off.� Enishi
recollected all those times that he had gotten into small fights just so that
he would be in some sort of communication range with her. It had always been
that way. Small fights that ended with both of them smirking at the other wall.
He knew she always cared for him in every way, even if she never said much.
Most things were kept to herself and that diary she kept. The most peculiar
thing about it was that the diary couldn�t be found after she died. He searched
and searched, but it simply just vanished. It was something that he couldn�t
comprehend�it took him years to let go of his old home, after probing all of
the nooks and crannies. Tomoe had taken all of her secrets to her grave and in
the end, he knew nothing about her. The only lead that he had grasped at the
time was Kiyosato, Tomoe�s beloved. Kiyosato was rendered missing two months
before Tomoe had died. It was a mystery that haunted Enishi till this day and
still, he could not let it go. Not until he found out who it was exactly.
Tomoe�s death had been his incentive to be ambitious, to gain power and wealth,
because with power, you had the authority to find out anyone�s identity. Even
though he had accomplished that, the second part of his duty was yet to be
undertaken. Until now. Enishi�s train
of thoughts came to an abrupt halt with Misao�s next question.

�How did she die? Was she happy?� Misao
inquisitively asked, �You don�t have to answer if you don�t want to�� Enishi
looked her over passively, stretching out his limbs and yawning.

�I don�t know. Aoshi does.� At this speck of new
information, Misao�s eyebrow�s furrowed together in confusion.

�Why would Aoshi know?�

�Aoshi doesn�t lie. And he didn�t lie back then when
he had told me he knew who Tomoe�s murderer was, but he refused to tell me,�
Enishi explained, �And that�s how we left high school. Why do you think I�m
partnering up with him?� Misao put two and two together and she gasped.

�What are you going to do when you know who it is?�
Misao inquired, knowing full well what his response was.

�Kill him obviously,� Enishi chuckled. His quiet
laugh gave a shudder to Misao�s spine. She didn�t know if he was joking or not,
but his eyes gave her the answer to her question. He wasn�t joking. Frustrated
with him, Misao slammed her hands on the table, standing up.

�Why!� she exclaimed, �She doesn�t need you to kill
someone! It�s wrong, even if he killed your sister!� Enishi�s eyes narrowed at
Misao.

�How would you know, Misao? What is wrong is the
death of my sister. I�ll make it right by giving what that murderer deserves,�
Enishi snarled.

�But still! It doesn�t mean you have to kill him and
ruin your entire life! He�s not worth it whoever it is! Just live your life for
you and for her�� Misao persuaded pleadingly. She felt this protectiveness over
him, she didn�t want him to get hurt anymore than he had. It was enough.

�You and
your stupid ideals! Little, innocent Misao, you probably never experienced any
adversity to understand the reality of life,� Enishi sneered. Right when Enishi
had finished his demeaning tirade, he instantly regretted it, watching as
Misao�s face contort from shocked to being hurt. Her eyes were watering if he
was seeing correctly.

�Well! You�re damn right, Enishi! I never faced any
misery! But then again, most people probably don�t understand this pain that
you feel, right Enishi? That�s why nobody understands you!� Misao yelled
back sarcastically. Before he could squeeze another word out, Misao had already
left the table. The sound of a door slamming could be heard echoing in the
empty home. Enishi�s eyes shifted from the table to the corner of the kitchen
where Pochi stood next to his empty bowl for dinner, a little whine escaped his
throat.

�Oh shut up.� But the dog wouldn�t listen. Enishi
begrudgingly got up and opened a can of dog food for the small puppy to keep
him quiet. Enishi was frustrated beyond relief. A headache was beginning to
find its way into his head. Why did he have to open his big mouth and tell her
what he intended to do? He could�ve avoided the entire ordeal had he just lied
then they could�ve just pretended to live in their purposeless lifestyle.

Enishi threw off the rest of his button up shirt and
opened the door downstairs to his gym. He needed to let out some pent up anger.
Dressed in only a white tank top and the black slacks he wore to work, he encircled
the punching bag, glaring at it before aimlessly punching the bag. He punched
and punched, ignoring the stinging pain in his knuckles that had become raw
from the rough material that it was continually gnashed against. He knew he
should apologize for demeaning her opinion, but his pride was in the way at the
moment. He kept on punching until the skin of his knuckles were peeling and
ethenthen, he wasn�t satisfied. It was like self-punishment for the pain he had
inflicted on her. Why was he being so sensitive to her feelings again?
He didn�t know, but his gut was telling him that he was wrong and that he had
gone to far. Finally exhausted, he plopped himself on the mat, taking off the
sweat drenched tank top, lettine coe cool air from the windows sweep over his
muscular form.

�Dammit�� Enishi got up to walk over by the gym�s
shower to cleanse himself before apologizing. He was doing everything that his
mind could possibly think of to procrastinate the apology that Misao deserved.
He hated his pride sometimes. As he dried his hair, he debated one last time of
when he should apologize�tonight or tomorrow morning? He finished the debate
when he found himself standing in front of Misao�s bedroom door. Raising his
fist to the door, he hesitated once before knocking. There was no answer. He
began second-guessing himself about the apologizing part, but he ate his pride
and knocked again. It was unlike Misao to not reply? Even if she were mad,
there was always some sort of retort to come back and slap him. Curiosity
getting the better of him, he turned the cold, metal knob in his hand, only to
open to find an empty bed. Pochi was fast-asleep in his mini-bed beside
Misao�s. He walked in quietly and closed the door, Pochi didn�t even stir. A
slight breeze grazed through the room from the open balcony door where the
curtains billowed around. Slowly ambling towards the balcony, he found a small
ball on the bench swing facing the backyard. It was Misao. She shivered from
the excessive coldness from the breezes, Enishi bent down and hooked his arms
around her petite form, carrying her off to bed and out of the wintry weather.
Gently placing her into the sheets, he covered her with her comforter. She was
definitely a heavy sleeper since she had not once twitched from the movements
around her�like master, like puppy.

�I�m sorry, Misao,� he confessed quietly into her
ear. He wasn�t sure if she had heard him, but she gave a smile as if she were
acknowledging it subconsciously. He gave a small smile, but there it was again.
That waft of vanilla filled his nostrils, the syrupiness invading his thoughts.
He didn�t know why he did it that night or the following nights afterwards, but
he found himself climbing into bed with her and wrapping his arms around her.
Just for tonight he always thought before crawling into her bed. He never
admitted it to himself those nights, never admitting how he enjoyed being next
to her, soaking in her warmth or how he took pleasure in watching her dream her
nights away, but like how he had promised to himself silently, he always left
in the morning before she awoke.

This is my December

This is my time of the year

This is my December

This is all so clear

This is my December

This is my snow covered home

This is my December

This is me alone

And I

Just wish that

I didn't feel

Like there was

Something I missed

And I

Take back all

The things I said

To make you

Feel like that

And I

Just wish that

I didn't feel

Like there was

Something I missed

And I

Take back all the

Things I said to you

And I give it all away

Just to have somewhere

My December by Linkin Park.

Author�s Note:

Yay. Another chapter done.
=) Gosh I�m super proud of myself. I don�t know if I�ll be able to keep this up
every week since I need to start studying for my upcoming SATs and ewww�filling
out college applications =P, but I�ll try nonetheless. The end of September,
and all of October will be pretty hectic since I�m also going on a trip to
Japan soon. Ahh! My writing is so slow it tortures me too!
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