Kuzuremasu
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,577
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Gaijin
Chpt 3 Gaijin
A/N: A huge THANK YOU goes out to Cade, Anon, Wendy, Yvonne, and _twn for all of their encouragement in getting back into writing. It brought a tear here and there to the ol' eye to get so much encouragement, and so here's what I've decided...
_twn: As per your request, I'll make sure to make Naomi a one man woman. No need to worry about the friend, though I may make alternate endings depending on how the story goes. I don't know how it ends, either—my muse normally only keeps me a bit more informed than you—but I promise that I'll try to make it good and twisty towards the end. I'm hoping that this will be wrapped up in 100 short chappies or so.
Keep in touch! If you want to join my mailing list to find out about updates and generally keep in touch regarding my stories, just drop me a note and I'll add you.
Finally...with regards to Combustion, I'm going to do something that I should have done from the beginning. I'm going to register all of the chappies that I have with a good ol' US copyright. At least then I'll have some protection over what I've written and there will be no questions as to author verification. I'll do the same for each chapter that I write (whew! That will rack up), but I will only repost after I've completed Kuzuremasu and gotten it off my plate. For some reason my mind won't really let me focus until it's done.
Keep me motivated with your reviews so that I can finish the appetizer and get on to the main course!
Finally, to all my “Worship” readers: I haven't forgotten that one—I'm working on the second chapter now. I'm hoping to have something up right after Christmas, though I'm shooting for before that.
Now, on to the story...
***
The place went into turmoil as Kazuhiro abruptly stood up and left. Naomi didn't notice, still enwrapped in the scalding liquid warmth that had melted her insides when his icy gaze of obsidian darkness had pierced straight through her. Her mouth was dry, her heart fluttering rapidly as she fought to regain control of her pulse and senses.
“Aimi, maybe we should go.”
Aimi turned towards Naomi with a protest on her lips until she saw her friend and coworker's face. Naomi looked ashen, as is all of the color had drained from her, and her entire body was trembling slightly. She didn't know exactly what had happened—they were late, entering just as the groom did, a wildly gorgeous man with the most intense stare that she had ever seen.
“We should really stay for Yuriko, Naomi. We are her guests.”
“I think maybe her family should deal with this. I don't think this is something we should be involved with.”
Almost as if on cue, a matronly looking woman scuttled before them and began to gently but firmly usher them out of the door.
“Thank you for coming ladies. I am Takahashi Mariko, and can help you become acquainted with the reception and ceremony. For now, however, I think it is best if you returned to your hotel while we...settle matters with the families.”
Naomi turned to reach the door first, tugging Aimi behind her as she left. Mariko pressed them once more as they started on the treacherous way down to their car.
“Please, just stay at the hotel. I am sure we will have this worked out momentarily.”
***
There was no point in asking, so he didn't bother.
“When do you want to return?”
Kazuhiro didn't bother to look up as he tore off his ceremonial robes and changed into his standard gear—black upon black upon black pants, shirt, and shoes.
“Immediately—no. I need you to do something for me first.”
Jun didn't like the sound of this. It was bad enough that they were friends, but he knew he should never have started working for him. Bad, bad idea.
“I need you to call a few hotels.”
***
“Dammit! It wasn't supposed to happen this way!”
Rei threw the magazine that she had been reading across the floor as Midori tried on her newest outfit. Takahashi Kazuhiro. The bastard. He was supposed to pay—to be humiliated when she very publicly told the entire bridal party of her tryst with the cold-hearted creep. Or even better yet, he could die slowly as she blackmailed the jerk into absolute submission.
But he had canceled the entire betrothal, robbing her of her moment of glory all too soon.
Damn him to hell!
“So what do you think about this one? Think it's revealing enough?”
Rei rolled her eyes at Midori, the girl she had been “friends” with for over a year. They were meant for each other, really. Rei was the down and dirty one, willing and able to do just about anything required to get the job done, while Midori was elegant and manipulative—eye candy that could poison silently. They had met doing “special parties” for wealthy foreign men visiting Japan. Rei used her oral fixation while Midori could be—well, Midori was extremely flexible. Rei took an appreciative look at the garment—a low-slung blue number that plunged to nearly the crack of the girl's ass in the back. It was nice.
Real nice.
“Did you hear a single word I said, bitch?”
Midori rolled her eyes and fingered the material of the dress. Pure silk. Only the finest.
“Yeah, I did.”
“And?”
“And I think you're missing the bigger picture.”
“Which is—enlighten me already!”
“Didn't you see the look he gave that gaijin who walked in? There's something there that can be used. We find her, you'll find you're way to blackmail Kazuhiro.”
Rei thought about that for a moment. She had completely missed the look, but if Midori was right, then maybe this could still work after all. But she would have to play it cool around that dolt of a sister of hers. Ayumi could be so...
“Wait—how are we supposed to find this gaijin, anyway? You know I can't ask Ayumi anything without her telling everyone everything.”
Midori clucked at her figure in the mirror approvingly.
“Relax, Rei. Wherever Kazuhiro goes, Jun is not far behind. And I've been owing him a visit...”
***
Jun scowled darkly as he stalked down the over-wallpapered corridor of the hotel. Finding the woman would not be easy—he was in a completely different city, different context than he was used to and did not have his normal alliances. Finding this girl would mean making a pact with the devil—something that he did not relish in the least.
He hesitated before knocking, wondering exactly how he had gotten into this in the first place, when the door to the room opened suddenly and rational thought flew out of his mind.
“I was wondering when you'd stop by, lover. Long time, no see...”
~TBC~
A/N: A huge THANK YOU goes out to Cade, Anon, Wendy, Yvonne, and _twn for all of their encouragement in getting back into writing. It brought a tear here and there to the ol' eye to get so much encouragement, and so here's what I've decided...
_twn: As per your request, I'll make sure to make Naomi a one man woman. No need to worry about the friend, though I may make alternate endings depending on how the story goes. I don't know how it ends, either—my muse normally only keeps me a bit more informed than you—but I promise that I'll try to make it good and twisty towards the end. I'm hoping that this will be wrapped up in 100 short chappies or so.
Keep in touch! If you want to join my mailing list to find out about updates and generally keep in touch regarding my stories, just drop me a note and I'll add you.
Finally...with regards to Combustion, I'm going to do something that I should have done from the beginning. I'm going to register all of the chappies that I have with a good ol' US copyright. At least then I'll have some protection over what I've written and there will be no questions as to author verification. I'll do the same for each chapter that I write (whew! That will rack up), but I will only repost after I've completed Kuzuremasu and gotten it off my plate. For some reason my mind won't really let me focus until it's done.
Keep me motivated with your reviews so that I can finish the appetizer and get on to the main course!
Finally, to all my “Worship” readers: I haven't forgotten that one—I'm working on the second chapter now. I'm hoping to have something up right after Christmas, though I'm shooting for before that.
Now, on to the story...
***
The place went into turmoil as Kazuhiro abruptly stood up and left. Naomi didn't notice, still enwrapped in the scalding liquid warmth that had melted her insides when his icy gaze of obsidian darkness had pierced straight through her. Her mouth was dry, her heart fluttering rapidly as she fought to regain control of her pulse and senses.
“Aimi, maybe we should go.”
Aimi turned towards Naomi with a protest on her lips until she saw her friend and coworker's face. Naomi looked ashen, as is all of the color had drained from her, and her entire body was trembling slightly. She didn't know exactly what had happened—they were late, entering just as the groom did, a wildly gorgeous man with the most intense stare that she had ever seen.
“We should really stay for Yuriko, Naomi. We are her guests.”
“I think maybe her family should deal with this. I don't think this is something we should be involved with.”
Almost as if on cue, a matronly looking woman scuttled before them and began to gently but firmly usher them out of the door.
“Thank you for coming ladies. I am Takahashi Mariko, and can help you become acquainted with the reception and ceremony. For now, however, I think it is best if you returned to your hotel while we...settle matters with the families.”
Naomi turned to reach the door first, tugging Aimi behind her as she left. Mariko pressed them once more as they started on the treacherous way down to their car.
“Please, just stay at the hotel. I am sure we will have this worked out momentarily.”
***
There was no point in asking, so he didn't bother.
“When do you want to return?”
Kazuhiro didn't bother to look up as he tore off his ceremonial robes and changed into his standard gear—black upon black upon black pants, shirt, and shoes.
“Immediately—no. I need you to do something for me first.”
Jun didn't like the sound of this. It was bad enough that they were friends, but he knew he should never have started working for him. Bad, bad idea.
“I need you to call a few hotels.”
***
“Dammit! It wasn't supposed to happen this way!”
Rei threw the magazine that she had been reading across the floor as Midori tried on her newest outfit. Takahashi Kazuhiro. The bastard. He was supposed to pay—to be humiliated when she very publicly told the entire bridal party of her tryst with the cold-hearted creep. Or even better yet, he could die slowly as she blackmailed the jerk into absolute submission.
But he had canceled the entire betrothal, robbing her of her moment of glory all too soon.
Damn him to hell!
“So what do you think about this one? Think it's revealing enough?”
Rei rolled her eyes at Midori, the girl she had been “friends” with for over a year. They were meant for each other, really. Rei was the down and dirty one, willing and able to do just about anything required to get the job done, while Midori was elegant and manipulative—eye candy that could poison silently. They had met doing “special parties” for wealthy foreign men visiting Japan. Rei used her oral fixation while Midori could be—well, Midori was extremely flexible. Rei took an appreciative look at the garment—a low-slung blue number that plunged to nearly the crack of the girl's ass in the back. It was nice.
Real nice.
“Did you hear a single word I said, bitch?”
Midori rolled her eyes and fingered the material of the dress. Pure silk. Only the finest.
“Yeah, I did.”
“And?”
“And I think you're missing the bigger picture.”
“Which is—enlighten me already!”
“Didn't you see the look he gave that gaijin who walked in? There's something there that can be used. We find her, you'll find you're way to blackmail Kazuhiro.”
Rei thought about that for a moment. She had completely missed the look, but if Midori was right, then maybe this could still work after all. But she would have to play it cool around that dolt of a sister of hers. Ayumi could be so...
“Wait—how are we supposed to find this gaijin, anyway? You know I can't ask Ayumi anything without her telling everyone everything.”
Midori clucked at her figure in the mirror approvingly.
“Relax, Rei. Wherever Kazuhiro goes, Jun is not far behind. And I've been owing him a visit...”
***
Jun scowled darkly as he stalked down the over-wallpapered corridor of the hotel. Finding the woman would not be easy—he was in a completely different city, different context than he was used to and did not have his normal alliances. Finding this girl would mean making a pact with the devil—something that he did not relish in the least.
He hesitated before knocking, wondering exactly how he had gotten into this in the first place, when the door to the room opened suddenly and rational thought flew out of his mind.
“I was wondering when you'd stop by, lover. Long time, no see...”
~TBC~