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Snatched-Discontinued	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 4340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snatched

Chapter Six

I awoke disoriented at first when I didn't recognize where I was and sat up leaning on my elbows to gaze around. The fireplace burned warmly in the hearth as I looked out the French doors to see the dark clouds looming overhead wishing to burst. November had come too quickly and began to blow away the dying leaves that shed from the surrounding trees. Even being inside, I felt a bit cold with the blankets closely pulled up to my chest. I was a little curious where Trunks went and felt the blush creep into my cheeks just thinking about him. Last night had been more than I could have ever imagined. I never knew that making love could be so passionate, intense, or enjoyable. I felt he knew my body better than me, knowing where to touch and how to keep me begging for more.

Pushing the bubbling masses of thoughts from my mind, I decided to get ready for the day. Moving through the bedroom, I found our clothes from the previous night gone then the bath drained in the bathroom. Starting the shower, I felt my muscles beginning to relax and let out a long needed sigh. I felt relaxed, but my mind felt to be spinning with too many thoughts I tried not to think about. There was still many tasks I needed to do; figure out what I was going to do with my flower shop, how I could face Motoki when it came to the decision about it, and the upcoming visit from a King that must have barely found out about my sudden marriage through Kaspar. Kaspar was another issue as well…now that I wasn't married to his king, would he go back to his home?

Drying off, I picked out a warm and comfortable outfit for the day. I knew wearing a dress wouldn't be an option from the light bruises from his fingertips. It must have been hard for him to control all the power for someone so sensitive like me. I would heal in no time with the help from Jupiter and the blessing that was given to me from the Imperial Crystal but it wouldn't disappear immediately. Thankful for my favorite outfit in the planner, I slid on faded blue jeans, knee high dark brown leather heeled boots, and a white long sleeved knitted shirt with a laced pink camisole underneath. Brushing and styling my hair, I found something strange on my neck while I moved in to take a closer look. Was that a bite mark? I felt a frown pushed through me as I left my hair down to hide the mark, wondering when that would disappear too.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I froze when I saw a pure black Doberman sitting and staring straight at me. Where did this dog come from? I watched his ears perk curiously as I stood there before he moved to his feet and padded across the floor to start sniffing me. Offering my hand, he gave a few good sniffs before pushing his head in my hand and little nub tail wiggled. He looked friendly enough as I crouched down to receive a few licks while he took all the petting I could offer. I checked his collar to see the name Ra inscribed with the owner being Trunks. I never took him much for an animal person, but this pet seemed to reflect Trunks while I watched him follow me to the couch and dutifully sit near my legs while I began to read a left newspaper. The door opening brought my attention up as Trunks walked in holding a silver tray. I could see warmth in his eyes when he looked up and noticed me dressed for the day.

Crossing the room, he set the tray on the bistro table while Ra moved down to the end of the couch as Trunks took a seat very closely.

"I didn't expect you to wake so soon," Trunks said as I handed the newspaper to him. I could see his analytical look while he set the paper to the side. I felt stiff and unsure how to react this morning, especially with all my thoughts of last night making me blush again. "How are you feeling?"

I was caught completely off guard by the question and attention of his hand sliding onto mine. I immediately regretted the twitch when he touched me and started to see a slight darkness take over his eyes. He was beginning to watch me with those stern, calculating eyes once again. My relationship with Motoki hadn't been this…intimate and mind boggling. We were cut and dry, straight to the point, and then got on with our day. Don't get me wrong, we had our intimate moments but I worked a lot, and we were usually busy throughout college.

"I have a small concern," I began, pulling my hand away to brush back my hair. I had popped his bubble of happiness and began to feel horrible for being the cause. His posture leaned out while he seemed to take on a business aura. "I…well…you bit me…"

I stumbled over my words unsure how to ask or state it and felt nervous bringing it up. Trunks leaned in seriously as I shuttered when his fingers pushed back a few straggling strands of my hair and then he touched the mark softly. I felt under a spell and hypnotized by his touch, a blush quickly thrust up harder than before. The moment I felt a soft kiss pressed against my neck, I melted and looked at him with blazing, hungry eyes. Those same calculating eyes were enjoying discovering this weakness as I felt exposed to his curiosity.

"It's part of Saiyan tradition to mark your mate," Trunks explained, making me curious to how primitive his race acted. Why would you need to bite your mate? It felt as if he was reading my thoughts. "Our smell is at a higher level than most humans. Each bite produces the smell belonging to the maker and serves as a warning to others of this claim."

"What happens when they're no longer mates?" I asked, wondering more and more about his race. "Are there no marriage ceremonies like we have today with the exchanging of rings? How well can you smell?"

Trunks gave me one of his boyish grins and pulled me into his warm embrace. It felt nice pulled against his warm chest with his fingers rhythmically moving through my hair. I was beginning to like this affection…it was new. Something I hadn't experienced before and I greedily wanted to feel this every day. I felt…precious, or cherished.

"No, the Saiyans from the past were primitive," Trunks foretold, interesting me with the story. "Back then, they were uneducated and in a sense like cavemen. Powerful brutes that loved fighting, becoming stronger, and protecting what was theirs. With a high sense of smell, like our modern dogs, a Saiyan could track any food and know at all times where his mate is. When it came to choosing a mate, Saiyans will mate for life and won't choose another even if their mate perishes. My father brought these traditions here and we are expected to live by them."

"So you chose me?" I asked, perking my head up. Trunks gave a small grin and pressed a kiss against my forehead.

"I chose you." I felt a sense of pride sear through me and kissed him. That was the most romance thing I'd ever heard. It felt like Usagi was right when she sat at the bar and commented on us being a 'love at first sight' story. Whatever my feelings were, they were happy and content to be with Trunks. I'd never experienced all these new things until I met him. His touch made me blush, and wait in anticipation for more. His looks kept me curious and wanting to see what different looks I could achieve in a day. His warmth and technique made me feel like the most precious thing in the world. I'd never had man that seemed to pull out the best in me and make me come out from my protective shelter.

We never got to breakfast, and spent the next week, and most of the second, like true newlyweds barricaded in our bedroom. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter as long as I had him but I felt I could never get enough. I always wanted more of these new feelings and experiences. Was this something Minako experienced? Could this be what she was feeling as well which was why she went all around the world partaking of the opposite gender? As the second week approached its end, I wanted to venture out of the bedroom more to get to know the palace. While Trunks went to grab breakfast, I quickly ran into the closet and threw on my favorite warm clothes: skinny jeans, my brown heeled boots, a blouse, scarf, and a pea coat.

Acting casually, I took a seat at the bistro glancing over a few articles while my other hand pet Ra. When Trunks took his seat, still wrapped in a bath robe, I pretended nothing was different as I handed him the paper.

"Is there somewhere you need to go?" asked Trunks, spreading butter over his toast. I blushed at the sneakiness and pulled the wooden charms Rei made out of the pockets of my coat.

"Before we leave to Tokyo, I want to hang these and get that tour of the palace," I said with a bright smile. Trunks chuckled and switched our toast plates, buttering the second set before spreading jam on it.

"After breakfast we'll hang them and I'll give you the tour," Trunks answered and I felt my heart soar. I kept my excitement inside as carefully as I could while we ate breakfast in silence. After Trunks got ready, he led the way to exit through our set of French doors. I gazed at the large empty balcony with steps to one side leading to the gardens. Our view was over a large fish pond, then the gardens to the right. The other half of the property to the left was an open grass field and path that led to some stables. It had been a while since I rode but I hoped we had some horses. "When spring comes, we could take breakfast here if you wish."

"It would be nice," I said, holding his hand warmly while he led on.

"There is a fully functioning farm for most of our fresh produce. Other goods are bought from local famers. If we have an overage in supply, all extras are set below market value for the citizens," Trunks explained as I looked back to the stables while we went down the steps toward the garden.

"What does setting it at a lower cost benefit? It would take business away from the local farmers those days. Why not give them to those in need of a helping hand?" I asked. Trunks didn't lose a stride in our walk through the winterized garden to the utmost center. Did it snow here?

"We have three different accounts to balance. Palace funds, which takes care of wages, upkeep, expansion, and incoming donations. A percentage of that fund is set-up in stock of my company, which trickles down to increase our value. My personal funds, and then your own funds," he answered, stopping us before a weeping willow that was late at losing its leaves. I still had my accounts that needed to be transferred over. My investments increased with the business, which made me wonder what our monthly expenses were or if help was hired when I left so suddenly.

"It's been a while since I've overlooked the finances," I admitted, handing Trunks three of the charms. The willow was cut for an entrance from the summertime sun with a cement bench, a perfect place to rest if you were taking a walk to view the whole gardens. It looked like a romantic setting, especially when spring brought everything to full bloom.

"Kaspar overlooks your books?" asked Trunks while I looked around for the perfect place to hang my three charms. Stepping on the bench, I began to climb the tree carefully and leaned out enough to tie the metal hook.

"When he came aboard he did, that was almost a year ago," I said, leaning in a different position to hook the next. I could see how stern his face looked while he thought about it; again, he was thinking internally instead of speaking. I hooked the last one and felt accomplished. "We are married and, you're more than welcome to looking through my financial records."

"Can you get down?" he asked, changing the subject but seemed a little more relieved. I nodded and carefully began my decent. Showing off, I jumped down onto the bench before giving a small hop onto the cobbled walk.

"I used to fight crime in a heels and a skirt, a tree holds no resistance," I declared, putting my hands on my hips like a super hero pose. Trunks let out a chuckle.

"Can you leap tall buildings?" he asked, pulling me close. I couldn't help but giggle as I found myself under the attack of tickles. In no time, I was in his arms laughing while Trunks gazed over me. I was bound to get my revenge. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I grinned.

"I can think of some other things that I'm much better at than leaping buildings," I started, moving my voice into a low whisper. I pulled him against me and pressed a warm kiss against his mouth. I felt his interest, a heat searing through my stomach as his fingers push into my pea coat and start up the bottom of my shirt. I pulled back, looking up with sudden shock. Here? Now? In the middle of the garden?

"There's no one here," Trunks whispered, taking my mouth once more. I wasn't sure what I should be afraid of more; freezing on the stones, or being found out by some unsuspecting employee. My mind pushed away my fears as we kissed, his fingers traveling up slowly and unbuttoning each that came in his way. I gasped when a cold breeze chilled me, pulling back slightly and staring into his calm, passionate eyes. I was surprised by this new side of him, and almost gave in to his wishes to continue if it wasn't for the sound of a voice clearing itself. Immediately an embarrassed blush burned my cheeks and I pushed to my tip toes to gaze over Trunks' shoulder fully while my fingers worked to button my shirt. Kaspar stared emotionless at us while he held an itinerary under his arm. I almost forgot how handsome he was until I saw him in this state of mind.

"Your highness, your guest will arrive shortly at the Emerald Palace," Kaspar's dry voice announced, cutting us short on time. At least we were ready and could leave at the drop of a hat. "The car is awaiting downstairs with your belongings."

Trunks didn't seem too impressed as he watched Kaspar and possessively swung an arm around my shoulders.

"Thank you Kaspar," I said, pushing up a smile. He nodded his head slightly and we followed. It was exciting to bring Trunks to the place I had ruled and grew up in. Even on this cool winter day the Emerald Palace felt stunning. Kaspar led the way to my old chambers with the luggage brought up behind us.

"I have set suitable attire for this welcoming," Kaspar said, opening the door as we walked in. All my trinkets and items were still neatly placed. I was surprised nothing had been packed at all and wondered if Haruka and Michiru had moved in yet. Kaspar seemed to sense my confusion. "Her highnesses have left you the palace until you have finished making the transition to Satan City."

I nodded, tossing my jacket on the bed before starting to undress. Pushing behind the screen, I found my garments set up as I quickly slipped into the knee length form fitting black dress with glittering silver beaded work. Slipping into the heels, I took my place at the vanity table to pin up my hair.

"Are there any pressing matters I should be aware of or messages?" I asked, placing on a small amount of make-up. I watched Kaspar look at the itinerary in the mirror.

"Mr. Furuhata has left several messages, concerning your partnership in business as well as requested a meeting for tomorrow afternoon. I have taken care of all other matters, but wish to go over in detail what items will be moved to Satan City," Kaspar answered. I felt baffled that Motoki would still want a meeting after everything that happened. Pressing my mouth thin, I nodded on the issues and watched Trunks casually waiting. There was a strange darkness to his eyes that I wasn't able to decipher. When his phone rang, I nearly jumped and saw him frown at the caller ID.

"Excuse me," Trunks said and left the room. I sat in silence with Kaspar, pretending to still be getting ready by applying lotion to my hands. In the mirror, I could see his hardened mochas gazing at me so intently. When had Kaspar changed his tactics to finally look at me? I didn't back down and gazed back at him through the mirror.

"You are more than welcome to speak freely," I stated, feeling there was something he wished to say. I was right, watching him move forward as his eyes gazed continually at my skin. I froze the moment his fingers touched the skin near my neck, where Trunks had bit me.

"Barbaric," Kaspar uttered, a disgust intertwined with his voice. All at once I felt the full front of his true meaning and could feel the despise he felt for Trunks. I was sure of him seeing us together earlier didn't help and just played into his feelings. Was it perhaps because I didn't marry his King? I flinched when his fingers outline the mark, feeling it begin to burn; I felt awkward and didn't know how to handle this situation. I felt the chill push through me as his fingers rearranged my hair style to provide hiding of Trunks' mark. Looking up at the door opening, Trunks didn't look very pleased when he eyes saw Kaspar touching me.

"There has been a mishap at Capsule Corps that I need to take care of," he revealed, making me turn quickly to gaze at him. I couldn't ask him to stay, although I wanted to, to help me through this. That would be selfish and greedy of me when I needed to attend to my own business. The process for our wedding and honeymoon had already taken him away from his company for three weeks and I was no longer going to detain him from returning. Trunks had a job to do, and so did I. I couldn't lean on him for strength forever and needed to mend my wings.

"Take as long as you need, I'll follow behind shortly when I finish with matters here," I replied, pushing up to my feet now that Kaspar was finished with my hair. I watched Trunks eye Kaspar for a moment.

"Excuse us," he said bluntly. Kaspar silently bowed his head and left the room. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of coldness at his rude tone with Kaspar, wondering what was bothering him. "I will be back as soon as I'm finished, will you be alright?"

His tone moved back to being warm. I perked up with a small smile and produced a nod.

"I'll be fine. Haruka and Michiru are standing by if I need help," I assured him, still feeling he was tense about leaving me in Tokyo. Could it be the harmful feelings spurting up from the hurt he felt before? "If this is about Motoki…I won't meet him alone."

I could tell that was the issue by how he his brow twitched while he tried to stay emotionless to that subject being touched.

"I want to keep you from getting hurt," Trunks admitted, making me smile. That was sweet of him to be thinking of my feelings. I buried those feelings for Motoki, leaving them behind, once he showed his true form. He already burned the bridge to my kindness by trying to do something immoral. Crossing the room, I let my feelings out and gave him a warm kiss.

"I'll be fine, it should only take a week," I said, watching him give in to my confidence. I smiled and gave Trunks another warm kiss before straightening out the collar of his shirt. "I'll be back by your side in no time. I've kept you away from work too much already."

"It was worth it," Trunks answered, showing his boyish grin once more before he left. I felt unsure what to do next although I had a long list piling up of what to do. My guest, and Kaspar's King, would be arriving shortly and I still needed to go through the palace. Letting out a long sigh, I exited my bedroom to see Kaspar still waiting for me as he hung up a phone.

"King Caspian has arrived." Kaspar led the way to the throne room where I would formally greet his King, Caspian of Cairo. I wondered if Caspian was like I remembered and if the news of my marriage would change his actions toward me. Taking a breath, we entered into the throne room where I casually took my sea while swinging my knee elegantly over my other. The doors pulled open as I watched in amazement at the strange show that beheld me. Fire dancers, belly dancers, and acrobats all entered to the sound of live music as woman with baskets tossed white flower petals on the emerald runner before I watched the man himself enter gallantly. Caspian was dressed in a white suit with a warm yellow tie, and soft blue vest.

Exhibiting a power and huge smile, Caspian moved to the bottom of the steps to my throne with ease and gave a gracious bow. I couldn't help but smile as I looked over Caspian; it had been over a year since I saw the older man and saw that he had leaned out. His olive colored skin had taken a creamy warmer creamy tone from his previous month travels that must have been to some islands. The long ebony hair he once had were tamed and cut short, styled to that of Kaspar's as his tawny orbs gazed up smiling.

"Ah," he started, placing his hand over his heart. "My heart weakens each time I encounter your magnificent beauty."

I couldn't help but smile, trying not to blush at the compliment.

"It's a pleasure to see you again your highness," I stated, finding his eyes intently looking me over.

"I have come to your rescue as soon as heard the troublesome woes," Caspian continued, providing a warm and comforting smile. I couldn't help but feel he was misguided in his reasons for coming, wanting to cast a glare at Kaspar. "Your highness, please accept this informal proposal. I have brought gifts in your honor."

I felt my body cringe and eyes widen while I felt speechless gazing at Caspian. He had traveled all this way in order to make a proposal but…someone had beat him to the punch by three weeks and had already married me. I felt bad, knowing he had actively tried to win my hand but never succeeded. I didn't feel that attraction as I did toward Trunks, even when I thought of comparing them nothing seemed to balance out.

"Your highness, I believe you have traveled here under the wrong impression," I started, watching the smile begin to slip away as he looked between me and Kaspar.

"A little over two weeks ago, I was married."

The silence was thickening as I watched his smile slip away and excitement pulled out of the room. I couldn't look at him without feeling sorry and looked over at Kaspar that held hard, closed off eyes.

"This is…an embarrassment," Caspian began, his once rich lively voice hitting a crushing rock bottom. His posture was pulled down as I watched a hand signal that pulled all the entertainment he brought into the room to quickly shuffle out. I didn't know how to help, or aide him in his disappointment and trip to Tokyo for no reason.

"Your King, is he here so I may apologize for trying to seduce his new bride?"

I was taken aback by his kindness and level mind on the situation.

"His highness left for business," I answered, feeling concerned at how distressed Caspian seemed to be on this matter. "Please accept my apology your highness…I assumed you had received the invitation."

"I will only accept as long as you accept mine," Caspian stated, bubbling a small smile. I felt my own smile push up and gave a nod. "I thank you for allowing my sudden visit and will take my own departure until your King arrives."

I watched Caspian turn and pushed to my feet.

"Your highness," I called, my voice echoing as I pushed down the steps to follow. Caspian stopped and turned back to me curious. I kept my distance as I felt my legs immediately come to a stop while a slight wave of nausea pushed through me. Kaspar was by my side, gripping my elbow to make sure I was stable. "Please don't leave on my regards. If you wish to make sure my husband is present, come to Satan City. I am in the process of moving palaces and should be finished with my business in Tokyo near the end of the week."

Caspian carefully studied me silently before giving a formal bow where he soft kissed the top of my fingers.

"It would be an honor to follow you wherever you go," Caspian answered, pushing that flirtatious grin up. I couldn't help but smile and quickly looked at Kaspar.

"Kaspar, go with your king," I ordered, feeling his pause to make sure I was steady.

"Your highness, do you need anything before I leave?" Kaspar asked calmly only for me to give a shake of my head.

"No, go with him. He will need your assistance in Tokyo more than I," I answered with an assured look. Kaspar seemed to get more daring has his hand calmly touched my shoulder as a small amount of emotion moved into his eyes.

"Rest, I will return as soon as I can," Kaspar spoke in a low voice. I couldn't have agreed more when I watched them leave for I went back to my own chambers. I felt tired as if I was winding down from drinking an espresso. Pulling my hair down, slipping my shoes off, and hanging up my dress, I knew I would need to gain my strength for my stressful day with Motoki tomorrow.

I started to stir, curling against something warm only to feel a warm tongue lick my hand. Startled, I popped my head up to see Ra curled up on the bed next to me. As soon as he saw I was awake, he slid out from under my arm to give a stretch before peering at me with a wiggling nub. Feeling cold, I slipped into my robe and slippers while letting Ra go out onto the balcony in case he needed to go outside. The sun was beginning to rise as I curiously wondered what time it was and how long I'd slept. Following Ra for a short walk, I still felt strange while I wondered why I still felt tired. Could it be from ruining my schedule during our honeymoon? Or from sleeping since yesterday afternoon?

After Ra finished his business, he stuck close to my side as we moved back inside to get ready for the day. Noticing flowers on my nightstand, I smelled the fresh lilies and read the card: I am held up longer than I expected but I sent Ra for company-Trunks. I couldn't help but smile as I felt happy that Trunks thought of me enough to send Ra; it was a great comfort to have him by my side even though I didn't know his beloved pet yet. Finishing getting ready for the day, and sporting a business suit, I found breakfast left on a cart in the bedroom. I was famished, but still felt hungry after the oatmeal with fruit and toast. Before I left for the meeting with Motoki, which I dreaded, I would grab a snack at the bakery two doors down.

Kaspar hadn't returned, and I didn't expect him to now that his King had been rejected for the last time. That meant I would either need to hire a new assistant or attend to my business on my own. There was still the task of going through the palace and packing but I hadn't personalized it enough to feel the need to grab anything expect from my bedroom and office. I decided if Trunks left Ra, then it was a good possibility he left him to come to the meeting with Motoki. Walking through the city, I felt at ease gazing over everything that I had once ruled. The cobble stone streets held hardly any vehicles while most citizens chose to walk. With less vehicles on the road, and more willing participants for gaining that exercise, the pollution was pulled to a low while finances were able to keep the city beautiful. I always enjoyed nature and built around the natural trees that were here. Buildings worked around that same idea as the two meshed beautifully.

Our flower shop wasn't that far from the palace, spanning only two blocks down but it sure was a walk from where my room was located on the opposite side of the palace. I had to walk through the formal halls were guests came through plus the long walk down the palace's formal entrance. Stepping in at the coffee shop two doors down, I couldn't help but smile at the aromatic scent tickling my nose of freshly baked goods and blends of coffee beans. Julie was at the counter and gave me a large smile while she wiped her hands on her white apron.

"Your highness, it's always a pleasure to see you!" she exclaimed, walking around the corner to give me a warm hug. I knew Julie since college, both of us were in the business department but when she learned of my ascent to royalty and to the Emerald City, she immediately moved there. This older woman felt like a mother figure, and I always knew that when I saw her I would get either praised or scolded for my actions. Julie was already frowning up at me with those sly warm brown eyes looking me over. "I swear, they're not feeding you in the palace…you look like skin and bones!"

I let out a laugh and followed the blond haired woman to a table where she plopped down, but not before eying Ra.

"I've been busy lately," I answered, watching her smile perk up before she looked back to the kitchen where he son was working.

"Bobby, bring us some of those fresh scones and two cups of coffee," she ordered before turning her attention quickly back on me. I was lucky this early in the morning the patrons had already went through their morning rush and was getting ready for lunch. "I was surprised by your invitation Makoto, I want to hear all the details."

"Details?" I asked innocently, petting Ra's head warmly as he placed his head on my lap. Julie frowned, making her crow’s feet noticeable.

"Of course I want the details on what happened with your partner and all about your new husband," she burst out, putting a dramatic hand on her chest. "I was left to read the tabloids while our precious princess was heartbroken and snagged by some unsuspecting suitor…"

Bobby came just in time, putting the plate of raspberry chocolate scones on the table before pouring two fresh cups of coffee. Her son was a few years younger than I, but I always remembered how Julie talked about Bobby while she was at college. He was her pride and joy, especially since her husband had left her to raise Bobby by herself as a young, new mother. I always felt we connected on those grounds of being spirited and marching forward to our goals.

"Thanks Bobby," I said, and watched him blush before pushing up a shy smile then retreating back into the kitchens. Julie clicked her tongue in dismay.

"Start from the beginning, what happened with-" Julie stopped mid-sentence when the bell rang on the door as her eyes widened before she pushed up from the seat. "Motoki…what can I get for ya?"

I felt stiff as I felt Ra become tense with me as his head perked up to stare at the new guest in the small shop. Swallowing hard, I pulled up all my courage to turn and look over my shoulder to see him standing there unmoving. I couldn't believe how much he looked the same but a little disorganized. He was wearing an apron from the flower shop as if he'd been busy all morning with his white sleeves rolled up, and tips of his fingers pink from touching the cold flowers. Motoki ignored Julie as he gazed at me, a sense of relief and shock pushed through him when his eyes landed on my ring finger adorned in the emerald and diamond jewels.

"I dropped by for a coffee," Motoki finally said, forcing his gaze and a soft smile back over to Julie while she watched us interestingly. Julie smiled and offered where she once sat.

"Please, take a seat I understand you two haven't seen each other in a while. I'll leave you in peace while I get back to work," Julie offered, watching Motoki nod, before heading back into the kitchen. I felt my fingers return to calmly petting Ra but saw that didn't calm him while he kept his eyes directly on Motoki with perked curiosity.

"Take a seat, I believe we have matters to discuss," I stated, and turned back to my own coffee that was cooling. Motoki carefully slid into the seat across from me while keeping his eyes on Ra.

"Makoto…you look stunning," Motoki began, starting the fires to my anger with his compliment. I held up my hand to silence him while a frown pushed up to my face.

"Please, get to the point, I am a busy woman," I answered, watching him swallow harshly and look down at the coffee nervously.

"I would like to know what your plans are for our business," Motoki continued, pulling his eyes up to stare at me straight on. "I understand that your husband is financially stable enough to where you don't need the business."

His words stung at the truth; I didn't need it financially and found myself already emotionally detached. If I could, I would sell it in a heartbeat but with Motoki stating it so harshly, I didn't know if I wanted to let it go. Trunks wanted me to continue my dream but now that I wasn't with Motoki, owning a florist no longer seemed to be my dream. Helping Satan City to blossom and being a wife was my dream now.

"We began this investment together, and I believe it is only fair to ask you to buy me out," I answered, watching how surprised he was. Did he think that because we were once lovers I would go easy on him? "I will sign over the company once the financial obligations have been met and have our lawyers drawn up a contract of payment from the starting price when we first began."

I knew over time the company had gained a large amount of interest, but I didn't want to have reasons to see Motoki again once I left Tokyo.

"I thought so…I have all the documents ready if you'll follow me to the shop," Motoki stated and pushed to his feet rather quickly. I watched Julie peeking out of the kitchen as I pushed to my feet as well and found her coming to greet us as we left.

"It is always great seeing you," Julie said, putting the scones in a bag for me before wrapping a warm hug around my waist. "Visit me before you leave!"

I gave her a large smile and kiss on the cheek before leaving with Motoki a few doors down. I had missed the smells in the flower shop, as well as selling my hand-made fragrances from their extracts. Watching Motoki carefully switch the sign to 'closed', I kept my distance as I followed him into the back offices and read over the stack of paperwork. The amount for the business was already transferred into my account, which I was sure Kaspar took care of, and now the business would belong to him. Finishing my new signature on the documents, I set the pen down and pushed to my feet quickly.

"Good luck with your business," I said politely, and turned to leave except to feel his hand grab my wrist. I fought the feelings pulling up in my body at his familiar touch, but felt my courage leave when I wanted to jerk my hand away. I was feeling guilty just with his warm fingers touching me, a pain at betraying Trunks flushed through my mind. Finally, my mouth worked. "Release me."

"Mako…please, let me speak," Motoki spoke softly, urgency to his voice. I peeked over my shoulder, finding my gaze softening at how upset he looked. My heart crumbled. What could be upsetting Motoki this much? I gave a small nod and turned, feeling him finally release my wrist…I felt cold. He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper that I cautiously took. "I don't know why I did it but…I wanted to be sure since her dates didn't add up."

I unfolded the paper to see it was paternity test from a local physician regarding his son. Scanning across the paper, I felt my fingers let it drop and my heart break anew. It wasn't his son…Motoki wasn't a father. Then how…why? Feeling my legs weaken, I slid back into the chair as gracefully as I could unsure with all these emotions pulsing through me. Anger, happiness, relief, distraught, sadness, and the realization of where we both stood. Our love had been broken apart and our emotions toyed with, but for what reasons? Motoki and I had married separate people and now all that love and caring I felt for him pushed back up with a vengeance. Someone had to be behind this, but for what reasons?

Motoki leaned in and caressed my cheek softly, gaining my attention as he looked deep into my eyes. I wanted to cry but something held it back. It wasn't until he pressed his lips on mine that I felt the tears burst through the bridge and began to pull back except for Motoki to throw a rugged, desperate passion into his kiss. I was amazed, and moved to respond, but felt a harsh STOP push through my mind as I pushed him away. This was wrong, it was all wrong. I couldn't look at him as I looked at my rings sparkle in the dim light of the office, reminding me of my vows and promises I made to Trunks.

"I plan to speak with her family this evening and file for an annulment," Motoki revealed, his hand touching my cheek only for me to pull away. I could see the confusion and hurt in his eyes as I pushed back into the chair and wiped my tears away quickly. "Makoto…do you understand what this means? We can be together and-"

"No," I announced, watching how firmly his jaw set. "I'm married and-"

"Mako, you don't even love him," Motoki interrupted, stinging me with those words. He was right, I didn't, but I was beginning to care for Trunks. I looked at Trunks as an equal, a partner, and a great king, but love could slowly bud in any situation. My heart had already been broken once and my decision had been made; I married Trunks, not out of desperation, but out of faith in our uniting partnership and with Satan City.

"You're right, I don't," I answered, pushing up and exiting out the office. Motoki followed me, I could hear his footsteps. "I made my vows, and I don't intend to break them. You had your chance Motoki, and it's too late."

I felt his rough hands turn me around quickly by the shoulders as his hard gaze surprised me. He looked hurt, broken, and angry. Just then, I saw his eyes land curiously on my neck as he pushed back the collar to my jacket. The anger was apparent, and then the disgust.

"You let him touch you." The statement was apparent as I felt Motoki's grip tightly a little on my shoulders, but not enough to hurt. I felt the venom of his words pour into my veins as the thought of Motoki looking down on Trunks sent an unknown anger through me. I jerked back, but didn't know this was going to turn into a fight. Motoki refused the let me go, his hands pulling desperately at my jacket to look for more marks. I never realized how truly strong Motoki was, his rough hands tossing my jacket off with ease and hands pulling to my shirt hard enough to pop off the buttons to my blouse.

"Knock it off before I really get angry," I spat, feeling my rump hit against one of our work benches as his hands roughly pinned my wrists to my side. I didn't want to hurt him, but knew if he went any further I would have to defend myself. Ra was agitated. I could hear his barking from back in the office, seeing the door was closed blocking him inside, and paws scratching angrily on the door.

"It hasn't been a month and you're already letting him touch you? This random guy you accepted some proposal to? What's so great about him? That he's rich, owns his own company, or was it his looks Makoto?" Motoki questioned, his face beginning to turn red with anger. I'd never seen this side to him and it scared me that after all these years I was going to marry this stranger of a man. I watched his eyes slither over my exposed skin, likely seeing the soft bruising from Trunks' fingertips. "I'll show you who the better man is..."

His mouth roughly took mine as I felt his fingers push into the folds of my own shirt, making me cringe. The once warm kisses, and soft touch I had enjoyed all felt foreign. I knew what I had to do. Pushing against his shoulders, Motoki became rougher as he pushed me back against the work bench, pinned my arms above my head, and began trailing feverish kisses down my neck. My body rejected his touch, quivering in fear everywhere his mouth touched the exposed flesh. Tearing at my bra, Motoki’s mouth roughly took my breast in his mouth. His actions felt like they burned, twisting his tongue around my nipple and coaxing it into an approving perk. Was my body betraying me?

A whimper of pain pushed through me the moment I felt his teeth nibble too rough of the sensitive bud. I couldn’t believe how in this moment, I lost my voice at his abrasive actions. I arched my body to gain a momentum to free my arms but found a rock hard grip holding me still. Motoki mistook my arching for enjoyment as his hand quickly slid up my skirt, straight for the goods. Trying to clutch my thighs tightly together, I felt exposed as my knees squeezed against his hips. Jerking my body down, my rump balanced dangerously on the edge of the table as my mind raced feverishly looking for an escape. The only thing I could focus on was the distinct sound of his belt coming undone and cold dread rushing through me.

I was trapped, and I couldn't believe that something like this would ever happen between Motoki and I. I had loved him, and now...I hated him. I hated everything about him. I hated his touch, the feel of his mouth on my skin, and then I hated myself. I hated how I put myself in this situation, and how I should have handled it. I should have left when I got the chance, or never come at all. I could have asked him to bring the papers to Julie's bakery, but instead I naively trusted and followed him back. This was an act of his desperation from being tricked and losing the woman he loved.

"I hate you," I finally managed to croak, feeling the tight knot in my voice push up as Motoki seemed to freeze in his frenzy of actions. His free hand had stopped pulling down my panties as those sea green eyes lightened and widened as if he was just realizing what he'd almost done. He removed his hands and suddenly pushed back from the table, leaving me embarrassed and exposed. I couldn't even look in his direction as I shakily pushed off the bench and tried to adjust myself as best as possible.

"Oh kami Makoto...I didn't...I was..." Motoki couldn't finish his sentence as I crouched to the ground to retrieve my jacket. Ra was still whining and scratching frantically at the door. I felt horrible. Not only had I put myself in this situation, but the poor dog had suffered because of me. I had to get out of here and never look back. Managing to walk to the office, I let Ra out as he frantically stiffened where ever he could and let out a low growl while sticking close to my side. I slowly looked up to see Motoki staring at me intently, sadness and regret pushed through him. "I've done something unforgivable."

I couldn't speak, and if I wanted to it wouldn't have changed what happened. I felt filthy and hated myself for it. This was my fault...it was my entire fault.

"Ra, come," I uttered, watching how quickly he pulled back his teeth but kept watching Motoki the whole walk to the door. I stood outside the flower shop in a daze, unsure of where to go or what to do. I felt filthy, and wanted to scrub away every kiss, or where he touched.

"Your highness?" I didn't recognize the voice until I looked up into the concerned face of Kaspar walking toward me from getting out of an unknown limo. I was relieved to see a familiar face in the mists of my confusion. "What happened? You've been crying..."

"I need to go home," I whispered, frantically wanting to get off the streets. Ra was still on guard and growled when Kaspar reached out to touch me. I touched Ra's back and felt him go silent while Kaspar led me to the limo. I found myself stuck in the company of Caspian and Kaspar, trying to ignore their curious and wondering eyes while Ra perched closely to my side protectively. I was sure I looked like hell; hell, I'd just been through hell...the last thing I needed were random questions.

"What happened?" Kaspar tried again, touching my shoulder but removed his hand as soon as I flinched. I didn't want anyone to touch me...I couldn't stand it if anyone touched me at this moment.

"Your highness, please," Caspian began, sliding me his handkerchief while his eyes calculated my looks.

"I can't..." I whispered wiping my face and feeling my grip tighten to hold my suit jacket closed even tighter. I couldn't stand their curious eyes and decided to lie to keep them off my tail. "I received some bad news while I was out...thank you for coming to my rescue."

Caspian seemed to brighten up and pushed up a smile while Kaspar kept watchful. I knew he didn't believe me.

"Of course, of course," Caspian dodged, and continued to speak about something I couldn't understand at the moment. I pet Ra, feeling this action as a calming comfort until I could escape to my room. As soon as we pulled up to the palace, I felt ready to dart until I caught a calming smile from Caspian. "Your highness, thank you for your kindness and hospitality you've shown me over the years. I wish to remain in Tokyo for a while before I decide to travel toward Satan City. Perhaps when I come, you will host a welcoming ball of some sort?"

"It would be an honor," I answered, watching him light up. I avoided his touch and tried to walk as slowly back to my room as possible. Kaspar was in hot pursuit while I did everything to avoid his gaze. I stopped suddenly at my bedroom but kept my back turned to him. "I don't want to be disturbed from the rest of the day."

"As you wish." The moment I entered and closed my door, I became frantic as I ripped my clothes off and headed for the bathroom. I couldn't stop shaking while I began the shower and feverishly scrubbed my body. I let it out as I cried while trying to wash away as much as possible. Thinking of him made me feel sick...my skin burned under the scalding water while I took my anger out on the anger out on the tile with a serious of hard punches that I swore broke something on one hand. Again, I washed until my skin was tender and almost bled...I could still feel his mouth and his hand on my wrists. Trunks would likely divorce me...it was my entire fault. I was weak. Why didn't I fight back? Why didn't I call Jupiter? Why didn't I do something?

After sitting under the running water until all my tears stopped, I slowly got out and wrapped in my robe. Ra stood next to me, licking my left hand that I was sure was broken. I didn't care, I felt numb. Still wet and just wrapped in my bath robe, I crawled into my bed and curled into a ball humming to myself one of the songs I vaguely remembered of my mother. The soft melody seemed to help as rocked myself to sleep...I would never forgive him.
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