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Boxers� Caf�.

Chapter 7.

Misao had
awoken up the aroma of fresh buttermilk pancakes. Rousing from the bed, she
stretched her arms, a sleepy smile on her lips. Another scent had faintly
intermingled with the strong smell of pancakes�it was Enishi�s cologne. His
indent in the bed was still carved onto the sheets. It had been a week since he
had begun sleeping next to her at night. Lying back down onto the bed, she
faced the direction of where he had slept the night before, tracing the dent of
the pillow of his head. She had pretended to not notice his trips into her bed,
since she knew that if he knew of her knowledge that he would stop. Even if she
wanted to wake up and see him sleeping, she didn�t want his nightly visits to
stop. Misao held the sheets to her a little closer; his warmth in the morning
was sorely missed. Somehow she had an inkling that he knew that she was awake
waiting for him to come join her, that they were just playing a pretend game of
ignorance. She enjoyed how he would have his arm lazily draped over her waist,
how he gave her a soft kiss on her neck before falling into a dreamless slumber
or how he would snuggled closer to her when a breeze came by, but when dawn
came, they played that game of bickering. Misao�s tired eyes glanced at the
clock, it was nearly time for work.

�I should
charge him for letting him into my bed,� Misao thought, �He�s making me not
want to leave to work.� Then again, she had to accept that she fully took
pleasure in his silent attention. Finally throwing off the covers, Misao
stumbled towards the shower, but whee cae came downstairs that day, she only
found a plate with pancakes and a glass of orange juice, but no Enishi. However
there was a small card beside her plate. Walking towards the dining table, she picked
up the card and read its contents.

�Happy Birthday, Misao.�

-Enishi

She had
forgotten that it was her twenty-sixth birthday. She wondered how he knew, but
why would she question him? All he had to do was look into her files and guessing
from this, he probably did. Sitting down onto the chair, she began indulging in
her pancakes, wondering if he would return tonight. Smiling thoughtfully, Misao
picked up her purse and left the house. Today was supposed to be a busy day for
Kaoru since she was preparing fresh flowers for a wedding. While stepping into
the small flower shop, Misao spotted a daily customer and a red-headed one at
that.

�Good
morning, Kaoru, Kenshin!� Misao greeted cheerfully, slipping on heeen een
apron. Kaoru grinned at Misao and Kenshin nodded in her direction, but they
both returned back to their quiet conversation. Misao never bothered to hear
what they said to each other since it was obviously they�re usual greetings.
Misao just thought it was odd how Kenshin had come to the small shop every day
to buy one lily and making an excuse that it was for his mother, sister,
grandmother, and everyone under the sun except for a potential girlfriend or
wife. Turning her back on them, she decided to give them a bit of privacy and
busied elf elf with finishing up the wreath of flowers that Kaoru had left
behind to entertain her new guest. Misao always thought it was cute the way how
Kenshin always made excuses of why he was there, sometimes he�d see Kaoru twice
a day by purposefully leaving behind a jacket or so and so. However, there was
this one incident when Kenshin did buy a rose, but left it behind. That was the
only time he didn�t come back to pick up his �belonging.� Misao had caught
Kaoru placing the flower into a thin vase by her working desk. Across the room,
Kaoru and Kenshin gave each other knowing glances.

�I think
she knows.�

�It�s okay.
Misao won�t tell. She�s not that kind of person,� Kaoru grinned, �that�s why I
hired her, you know.� Kenshin slipped his hand on top of Kaoru�s, giving her a
warm smile.

�You
understand why though�why we can�t come out into the public�� Kenshin whispered
quietly boring into her eyes with his purple gaze. Kaoru looked away to look at
his hand on top of hers. Intertwining her fingers with his, a smile creased her
face.

�I will
wait for you,� Kaoru murmured, �but we can always leave�and start over��
Kenshin�s eyes saddened as silence engulfed them.

�I have to
go to work now...� Kenshin excused himself and left the flower shop without a
glance behind. The glass door shut with the ring of a bell. Misao stood up to
stretch her arms around from bending over the vase for so long. She took a peek
at Kaoru from her angle, finding Kaoru�s downcast eyes. Kaoru stared at her
hands for so long that she didn�t know how much time had passed by before
letting her head fall into arm arms on the table, staring at the wall near to
where the dried up rose had shriveled. Maybe that�st tht their love would end
up as; a shriveled rose. Something that was easily thrown away without a second
thought.

�Maybe
that�s why he doesn�t want to leave or come into the public�� Kaoru thought
sadly, �am I an embarrassment?�

�Hey!
Kaoru! It�s lunch time!� Misao hollered waking Kaoru out of her small thoughts.
With a cheeky grin plastered onto her face, Misao waved Kaoru�s jacket around.

�Why don�t
we go somewhere special today? My treat!�

�What about
the flower shop�I can�t��

�Just for
today,� Misao smiled, �You need a vacation some time you know�� Kaoru gave a
weak smile before joining Misao.

�Thanks
Misao�� Kaoru said, ��maybe I do need it�It�s nice to have you around��

�No
problem,� Misao chirped, locking up the floral store, �Let�s check out that new
Thai restaurant over there�it looks pretty good�� Misao glanced at Kaoru.

�At least, she looks a little bit
happier now�� Misao thought, �she definitely needs a break�� Hooking her arm
with Kaoru�s, Misao went into small trot, dragging a giggling Kaoru.

�Misao! All the people think we�re
crazy!�

�Who cares!� Misao grinned, �Just smile at them!�

Enishi
twirled the credit card in his hands in boredom. He was at the mall, in the
women�s� section. Why? Misao�s birthday. Somehow he had this ludicrous idea of
buying Misao a dress and all the accessories that went with it. He never bought
women�s clothing before, but now he knew that everything must match for
a woman to wear it. It had been three hours already. Enishi had always
appreciated how the women looked, but he never knew just how hard it was to
attain it until now. The model came
out with a black dress that had two straps and a cut that ended in between her
chest. The satiny dress ended six inches above her leg�the model struck a pose
and Enishi immediately envisioned Misao in it.

�I�ll take
that one.� The clerk gave a pleased smile, before snatching the credit card out
of Enishi�s hand. He couldn�t wait to see Misao�s face.

Driving
back to the mansion, Misao hummed to a song that she used to sing. She had
gotten a girls� bonding day with Kaoru and it was fun. They had gone to lunch
at Amber, and decided to leave the shop closed to go shopping instead and both
bought the cutest set of shoes. Kaoru bought a new summer dress and a jean
jacket. Misao purchased a new pair of jeans and enjoyed herself with a pearl
drink. To say the least, it was the most relaxing day she ever had. She never
did these things with any of the ladies at the caf� since they were so much
older and busier. Parking the car into the garage, Misao had a good feeling
about their newfound relationship. Right when Misao opened the door she was
attacked with a dress in her face.

�Ommfph!�
Misao nearly ripped the dress off of her face, �What the hell?!�

�Put it on.
We�re going to be late if you don�t hurry,� Enishi commanded, walking around
the living room trying to tie his tie, looking for his shoes. Stepping into the
living room, Misao pouted as she dropped her other shopping bags, holding onto
the delicate dresp>
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�Why? Wherre wre we going?�

�I made
reservations at this restaurant,� Enishi mumbled, �You�ve got forty minutes.�
Scrunching up her face, Misao decided to hold onto her tongue until after she
got ready. She ran off to quickly shower and threw on the dress arbitrarily,
while applying lipstick, eye shadow, and some powder. Slowly putting on her
pearl earrings, she plucked the shoes that were laid beside her bed, strapping
them on before attempting to run down the stairs. Nearly falling off the
staircase, Misao paced herself, walking slowly towards Enishi who stood at the
bottom of the flight of steps, staring at her. He watched as her hips moved to
each side and how the dress was definitely her size. It clung to the curve of
her hips, complimenting the small of her stomach. The strappy dancing heels
accentuated her long milky legs. She smiled at him as she got to the bottom to
meet him. That particular smile was the type of smile that he would
gladly jump and bed with. He abruptly looked away. He didn�t want her to think
he was staring. He needed a cigarette. Now.

�Well? I
thought we were rushing?� Misao questioned. Nodding, Enishi held his arm out
for her to hold onto before walking to the garage where his white Acura NSX
awaited. Opening the door for Misao to climb into the passenger�s seat, Enishi
followed up and zoomed out of his estate using stick shift and towards the
bustling city night.

�So tell
me, why are we going out? And where?�

�It�s your
birthday after all, why would you want to stay home? Enishi explained, �We�re
going to a classy Italian restaurant. One of the best in the state an�re �re
going to attend to a reclusive club.�

�A club?�
Misao�s eyes widened.

�It�s where
I usually go on Friday nights. Can�t break a tradition now can we?� Enishi
chuckled before swerving towards the valet where the car was parked. Misao
entered into the restaurant with Enishi in her left arm, in awe of its
Greek-like architecture and the sculptures that decorated it�s entrance.

�Do you
have a reservation?� the receptionist asked, but recognized Enishi right away,
�Oh, I�m sorry Mr. Yamamoto, please. This way.� Enishi nodded before leading
Misao to their table that had a vase filled with white roses. Misao sat in the
chair that Enishi pulled out for her, flushing slightly by the people who sat
beside them since they were staring at them.

�Thank you
for taking me out, Enishi. It really means a lot to me. Not a lot of people do
this�� Misao beamed becoming a bit shy in the new environment that she found
herself in.

�No
problem. Besides, you are a guest in my home. Didn�t your parents do
things on your birthday?� Enishi implored, drinking the white wine in front of
him. Misao�s expression changed into an empathetic manner.

�When I was
fourteen, my parents died,� Misao revealed, but didn�t explain more since the
waiter came for their order.

�You were
orphaned?� Enishi queried, a little shocked�he had gotten an impression that
Mis lis life was as normal as it got considering her attitude toward
everything.

�Not
really. I had my older brother, Miwa. I loved him a lot,� Misao answered
happily.

�Loved?�

�He took an
addiction to drugs.� And that was all she needed to say, because at that moment
Misao�s face fell. He had not meant to make her feel this way, this sadness. It
was so heavy that he could feel its weight upon himself.

�I see.�
Their appetizer came along as they ateentlently for a few moments before Misao
decided to break the silence.

�He was a
great guy, you know�before the addiction, that is�� Misao began, �You could say
he was my slave.�

�I�m
assuming you both were close?� Enishi asked, �How far apart were you�in age?�

�He was ten
years older and he was admirable�everything he did. He always spent time with
me when our parents were gone, he even played tag with me even when his reputation
at school was�let�s just say he was one of those tough guys who were usually
quiet and domineering,� Misao described with a loving behavior, �He took care
of me when I was sick, read me bedtime stories. He even let me sleep with him
when I was afraid or at least I claimed to be�sometimes I just said so, so that
I could sleep with him and he knew it.� Misao�s face had a dreamy expression
where she was reliving past memories.

pan>pan>�How did he
become an addict?�

�When our
parents died�something in him just snapped�our parents�he was so obsessed with
making them proud�� Her eyes became hazy, but they cleared as soon as Enishi
purposely cleared his throat. The main course had aed ied in all its glory.

�Why don�t
we forget our pasts and enjoy today?� Enishi offered, �It�s the only way to
live today to its fullest.� Before Misao could say anything, Enishi had reached
over and gave a light kiss on her cheek. �It�ll be alright.� Misao gave him a
shy smile and a small blush from his innocent kiss. She didn�t know why, but
she always flushed when someone showefectfection towards her. She hated
blushing, because it always gave her feelingay, ay, but it was something that
she just couldn�t control. As soon as her embarrassment went away, her spunky
personality flew at him like a curve ball.

�Guess
what?�

�I went on
a shopping spree with Kaoru today, and it was great!� Misao exclaimed waving
her hands in gestures, �I must�ve tried on every pair of shoe before they found
my size though�and Kaoru laughed at me when I tripped over a stack of shoe
boxes!� Misao pouted from the bad experience. Enishi listened to her with
genuine curiosity, wondering just how much could a person trip over things in
one day. It was amusing to say the least. Misao went on about her day and just
how well she got along with Kaoru that Enishi couldn�t resist, but provoke her.

�So when
are you going to ask for her hand in marriage?� Enishi laughed, �Since you two
get along so well�Don�t mind me, I think lesbians are great�� Misao�s eyes
turned red, before she punched his arm out of anger, forgetting that she was in
public. Enishi silently laughed at her expression as soon as she realized
everyone�s eyes were on her, a shade of red tinted her cheeks while she
apologized to the people around her. She was quite disappointed that Enishi
didn�t even flinch from her punch, silently muttering to herself how she
should�ve brought one of those brass knuckles.

�Damn you,�
Misao muttered under her breathe in hopes that only Enishi heard. His grin only
widened when he heard her. They had moved onto dessert and she was practically
stuffing her face with the strawberry sherbet, glaring at him with a vengeance.
His laughing eyes told her that her glares didn�t have the slightest effect. The
check came while Misao licked the last sweet flavor of strawberry, reluctantly
pushing the empty cup away.

�Where are
we going after this?� Misao asked, folding her arms onto thele cle casually.
Enishi checked his watch before answering her.

�A club.�

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�What kind
of club?�

�A place
where you drink and dance? What other kinds of clubs are there? Care to share?�
Enishi gave her a skeptical look, �Don�t tell me you haven�t been to a club
before�.� Misao suddenly found the vase very interesting. Enishi gave a sigh of
exasperation before pushing his index finger on her forehead, making her look
up at him.

�First time
for everything?� Misao gave him a cheeky grin.

�Aoshi was
never into that kind of thing, but hey�I�ve been to one once�� Misao gave an
apologetic smile for her inexperience.

�Let�s go,
before you trip aurt urt yourself,� Enishi snickered, holding his arm out for
Misao. She yanked on him for good measure before walking out the candlelit
restaurant with all the prosperous people staring at the odd pair.

In the
precincts of his sport car, Misao sat in pleasant surprise that he would know
her birthday, or even take her out for it. No one had ever gone out of their
way to make her feel so special and she appreciated him all the more. While he
drove, his right arm was on the armrest in-between them. Sliding her arm under
his arm, she intertwined their arms in a loose form of affection, enclosing her
hands with his. Feeling her hands on his, Enishi glanced at their hands and
interlocked his fingers with hers as he drove to the dimmer side of the city.
Misao looked out her window and smiled backher her reflection, feeling his hand
lightly squeeze hers in return, but it only lasted a moment before he had to
change gear, speeding towards their destination. Parking quickly, Enishi opened the door for Misao to climb out,
noticing how the small of her back ended with a shapely bottom. Untying his
formal tie, he threw it back in the car. The shirt was unbuttoned to give him a
more casual look. Guiding her elbow towards the rusty front door of an old
building where a long line was formed, the bouncer immediately recognized
Enishi, letting them pass. They walked down a flight of stairs towards the echo
of blasting music where the smell of smoke, sweat, and alcohol was prominent.
Misao�s eyes readjusted to all the flashing lights of the dance floor, but as
soon as they reached the main room, a cluster of women crowded around Enishi.

�Ooh,
Kenta�I haven�t seen you here for awhile�where�d you go?� one of them whined,
�I missed you!� The girls overwhelmed him as Misao began to shift towards the
outer edge of the circle of ladies around Enishi.

�Ladies��
Enishi began.

�I�m going
to the bar!� Misao hollered before leaving him helplessly with the other women.
Misao took a huff before prying her way through the crowds of dancing people
towards the bar stool where she sat down, a bit exhausted. She didn�t know that
there that many girls who went after Enishi.

�That playboy�� Misao thought
miserably. The heat around her was beginning to get to her, because a sudden
thirst emerged from her parched throat.

�What would
you like, Missy?� the bartender asked, flashing her a charming smile.

�Ugh...� Misao tried prying his
hands off, but ended up tripping in her drunken condition, �Let go�!�

�And what if I say I don�t want
to�� he mocked.

�She said no, so back off,� Enishi
intercepted, pulling Misao out of his grasp, placing her behind him. Shin narrowed
his eyes at Enishi.

�Mind your own business.�

�She is my business and now you�re
my business,� Enishi stated clearly. The people around them had stopped
dancing, watching the scene as it played out. Misao�s pounding migraine was
beginning to take its toll on her as she held the table for support.

�Watch it. You don�t know who
you�re messing with,� Shin grinned maliciously, three other men came up from
behind him.

�Apparently you�re nothing, since I
don�t know you.� The black haired man snarled before throwing a punch at Enishi
who ducked and quickly countered with a bone-crushing uppercut that sent the
Shin flying towards his henchmen. The other two men laid him down gently before
going after Enishi who pushed Misao away. Dodging one of the men�s uppercuts,
he knocked him with the side of his fist, gg a g a roundhouse kick to the
second man�s face. The third man took out a pocketknife, trying to stab
Enishing with jabbing motions, but Enishi dodged all of it. He returned the
third man with a sock to the gut and flipped him over. Without breaking a
sweat, Enishi turned around and apologized to the owner.

�You did us a favor, we should be
thanking you,� the manager said, giving him a pleased smile. Enishi only nodded
before picking up the drowsy Misao up and throwing her over his shoulder,
walking out of the door. Quickly strapping Misao with her seatbelt, Enishi
drove off. He didn�t know when the other men would be fully conscious since
they were beginning to wake up when he left the club. Making a s tur turn, he
spotted a black car behind them.

�Dammit,� he cursed, shifting
gears, moving towards the freeway where he would be free from traffic lights.
As soon as he merged into the freeway, the chase began. Weaving in and out of
the lanes, Enishi sped up his car to 90 mph, exiting towards the mountains. In
hot pursuit, tlacklack car still followed. Enishi drifted his car at the left
turn, speeding away into the dark road that was rarely driven. He pulled up his
car to 100 mph, leaving behind a road of dust and leaves for the black car.
After driving for five miles, Enishi came upon a fork in the road, taking the
right most road, and parked it not far away from the fork. Quickly opening his
glove compartment, he took out his handgun, and aimed it to where the black car
arrived who were deciding which direction to pursue. In two shots, Enishi
deflated two of their tires and they swerved to the side of the road. Rigging
up his sport car, he drove past them, toward the freeway and back to his home.
He made a mental note to visit them some other time when Misao wasn�t around to
witness his brutality. On the drive home, Misao had fallen asleep in the seat.
He never knew her birthday was such a hazardous day, but nonetheless was
enjoyable at one point. Picking her up, he carried her into the home and up the
stairs, but upon laying her on her bed, she woke up, gripping onto his neck
hard.

�Enishi�� she whispered, palming
his face, closing her eyes she gently pecked his lips, but the innocent kiss
soon turned into heated one as he laid himself over her, feeling her waist and
hips. Misao�s arms roamed over his back as she kissed him back. He had begun
grinding his hip against her, nibbling her neck while she moaned. He was
definitely aroused this time. Lifting his head from her neck, however, he had
found Misao�s eyes closed with a small smile on her lips. She was on the brink
of sleep and she was drunk nonetheless. Since when did he begin taking
advantage of drunken women? Groaning from frustration, he got off the bed and
left her room, a slight snore could be heard coming from her bed. He was not
going to sleep in her bed tonight, since he didn�t want her around if he was
going to have a wet dream� but as of now, his new plan was a cold shower.>
>

�Not my lucky night�� Enishi
grumbled.

Author�s Note:

Thanks for all the support and wow�this was a mighty long
chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it, since there won�t be an update until October
23^rd or later, since I won�t
be here. I might be able to post up chapter 8 this week since I�m halfway done
with it, but I can�t promise it. I�m going to change the rating of this story
to rated r, since the next chapter is definitely not for children.
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