Favourite Mistake

Um...sorry for waiting sooo long to update! But I was editing it and I have school and work to worry about. >_> But alas! I am done editing. I'm sure there are still errors but oh well. XD And even though this chapter seems like a good enough ending, it's not. XD I will be posting the rest of this entire story today. I'm going over each chapter before posting it here so the update times will vary throughout the day.

But yeah...have fun! XD

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Part Four

It’s finally come, the day I’ve been waiting for. I’m finally twenty. Tonight, some of the people who work within the house are taking me to a club. I don’t want to go but these are the few people who I actually like. They don’t annoy me but try to help me in whichever way they can. When I’m having a bad day, the cook will make my favourite dish. They do little things but they sometimes help. Sadly, Katsu said he couldn’t come with us. I don’t know why but he told me to go and have fun.

I leave my room and everything else to accompany the others to their cars. I ride with one of them and it doesn’t take very long to reach our destination. As soon as we enter, I go to the bar and order a drink. I don’t care much for dancing. Because it doesn’t take long for alcohol to hit my system, especially when it’s this strong, my vision is already off. It’s only been an hour. I told the bartender to keep the drinks coming until I leave so I don’t need to keep calling him over. I paid him enough for him not to question me. All he really cared for was my ID anyways.

Thirty more minutes pass…my forehead is resting against the top of the bar and my eyes are closed. I’ve lost count of how many drinks I’ve had but I think it’s been more than ten. I don’t even remember what I was drinking either. I switched a few times to whatever the bartender would give me. I told him to surprise me.

“What an interesting way to spend your birthday.” I know that voice. As drunk as I may possibly be, I will never forget that voice. I don’t even want to glance up but I do. Cold blue eyes dance with amusement behind a thin veil of smoke.

“What do you want?”

“It’s not ‘what’ but ‘who’ and you already know the answer to that.” A cruel smile twists his features as his hand slips up the back of my shirt.

“Why can’t you fuck off and die?” I stand from the stool, knowing my vision will stop me from getting far.

I push myself through the crowd anyways. By the time I reach the washroom and find a stall to sit in, everything is spinning. I close the door to the stall and lock it before hanging my head and closing my eyes. I know my hearing isn’t playing tricks on me so when I hear the door open then close and a lock being thrown into place…I massage my temples. I don’t need this right now.

“How long has it been? Three month, I believe.”

“Shut up.”

“It really is a shame that your new bodyguard couldn’t be here. I would love to meet him.” When I open my eyes, I see his shoes through the space under the door.

I pull my legs up onto the seat and nibble on my bottom lip. Why is he even here?

“Why are you here?”

“To catch up, I suppose.” I can hear the cruel tinge to his words. “Remember the fun we had before I was fired?”

“Fun?” I laugh hollowly and glare at the door. Because I’m not moving very much, my vision isn’t that bad. “Oh yeah, it was loads of fun.”

“I’m glad you remember.”

“I wish I couldn’t.”

“I know you’ve tried so hard to forget and three months is a long time. Perhaps you need a reminder.” I feel my stomach clench at his words.

“Let’s not.”

I know he’s strong enough to break down the stall door but I hope that someone gets suspicious of the locked bathroom before then. The door creaks as he rests upon it. He’s testing it to see how much force he needs to get it open. I hold my legs tighter to my chest as it creaks when he moves away.

He kicks the door. It’s a loud, deafening sound. It doesn’t open. I let out the breath I had been holding. I glance at the lock. It’ll only be a few more hits before the door opens. Again, he kicks it. I could try to hold it to buy me more time but it will just be a wasted effort. The next kick sends the door flying to hit the side of the stall. His hand stops it from closing as it moves to swing back. I move then. I kick at the door as hard as I can. It’s enough. It sends him crashing back into the counter. He grunts in pain and surprise. I quickly leave that stall to enter another one. I lock it and sit the same way I had been. My vision kicks up again at the movement. I know I wouldn’t have made it to the door and unlocked it in time.

I jump a little when he slams a fist against the door. If he actually does get a hold of me, he’s going to make me regret what I just did. Sadly, this is the last stall I could escape to and now he’s smart enough to know that I might try to do the same thing again. I close my eyes as I listen to him work on this door. My sight is really bothering me now. I let out slow breaths, trying to calm myself but it doesn’t work. Again, it takes three kicks. I open my eyes in time to see him grab the front of my shirt and pull me forward. He throws me against the count. It digs into my side before I fall to the ground.

“I’m going to make you watch this time.” His dark promise curls between us.

He grabs me, by my hair this time, and throws me against the wall that lies between the counter and stalls. I don’t have time to fall again because he already has me pinned between the wall and his body. I attempt to punch and kick him but he catches my wrists easily and places them behind my back. He slips a leg between mine and lifts me slightly off the ground so it’s harder for me to kick him. He switches my wrists into one hand before undoing his tie. He then effectively ties my wrists together behind my back. Now that his hands are free, one goes to my hair and holds my head in place while he crushes our lips together. I clench my eyes tightly shut. I feel his other hand go to the front of my jeans and begin to massage me through the material.

He bites down hard on my bottom lip to draw blood. The action causes me to gasp and allow his tongue entrance into my mouth. I bite down hard on the muscle. He quickly pulls away before backhanding me. I crash into the counter and he bends me over it. One hand goes to my hair again while the other works on our pants. His lips go to my ear.

“Open your eyes, Kei. I want you to see.” His fingers clench tighter in my hair and he pulls my head back. I swear I almost feel it crack. I still don’t open my eyes. “If you don’t look now, I’ll just have to find you again.” My eyes slide open then. “If I see them close for more than five seconds, you will be ‘punished’.” He finally releases his grip on my hair and places his fingers over my lips.

He parts them and sticks two fingers in. I can see tears in my eyes through the reflection in the mirror. I feel material slide down my legs and feel flesh against me. He prepares himself to enter…but he never does.

The door opens with a loud crash. I’m pushed roughly into the wall again and I slide down to the floor. He pulls his pants up quickly as Katsu walks towards him. He smirks viciously and I know he’s going to say something stupid but the words never come out. A fist to his stomach makes sure of that. He doubles over in pain. Katsu delivers a kick to his face and it sends him into the first stall I was in. Katsu follows him in there. I want to see him getting his ass kicked but my vision has been screaming at me this whole time. I let my eyes slide shut and attempt to calm my breathing.

He came after all. I was really doubtful but he came…that’s all that matters.

I hear the door to the washroom open and close. I open my eyes to see Katsu helping me stand. He leans me against the wall before bending down to pull up my pants and unties my hands. When they’re buttoned again, I wrap my arms around his neck and burry my face into it. I feel his arms circle my waist. I know tears are sliding down my face but I don’t really feel them. I’m too concerned with the man that’s holding me.

“Who was he?” He releases my waist and pulls me from him. He whips away the fallen tears as my hands rest against his chest.

“He was my bodyguard before you.” I’m not sure if I’m telling him because of the alcohol or because I want to.

“Why was he here?”

“For me.”

“Why?” I rest my head against his chest.

“He wanted-” A finger presses against my lips and he shakes his head.

I lean away from him and turn to the counter. I turn the knobs of a faucet and splash water on my face. He watches me as I do so. His hands go around my waist and he kisses my cheek. I look at him in the mirror.

“Are you alright now?” I can only nod to answer him.

“You’re wearing glasses again.”

“Is that not good?” He gives me an amused smirk.

I smile slightly at him as we stare at our reflections. The silence stretches around us. It’s not deafening or uncomfortable. It’s just there. To me, even the sounds from the club have vanished entirely. I sigh after a moment and turn in his grasp. He glances down at me. His fingers trace my bottom lip. It stings a little so I wince.

“I almost didn’t make it here in time.”

“It’s alright. The important thing is that you did make it.” I reach up to pull off his glasses. “How blind are you?”

He raises an eyebrow at me in amusement. “I am not blind.”

“Yeah, yeah, just answer the question.”

“See for yourself.” I sigh dramatically before holding the lenses to my face. “It’s not that bad.” I place his glasses on top of my head and remove his hands from my hips.

I grab one of his wrists and lead him from the washroom. We sit at the bar and drink. He doesn’t drink, I do. He’s content to just watch me, talk to me, and send me amused smirks when I say something that he thinks is funny.

My birthday wasn’t that bad after all.

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One week…seven days…that’s all it took. One week after my birthday and the bastard finally kicked the bucket. The funeral and all that stuff will be taking place in a few days but I won’t be going. I know that none of his business friends will come to me and ask me about the company. They know I’ll just tell them off and turn away. And they don’t care either. They’ll have arguments about who should run the company and it will be settled that way.

So, what will I be doing with my life now? I’ve moved in with Katsu. He was a little wary about accepting my plea but I swore to him that I would get a job to help pay for rent and food. But that wasn’t why he was hesitating. He first complained about people at school bothering me for living with an older man and I laughed at him. When have I ever cared about what people at school thought? His second complaint was that he only had one bedroom which meant one bed. I laughed again and told him that I would sleep on the couch. Before he could come up with anything else to say, I attempted to pout and beg him.

He caved…obviously.

Currently, I am helping him carry bags of food into the apartment we now share. He needed to re-stalk on certain items and he needed to pick up things for us to eat. As a bodyguard, he generally lived with the people he protected so food was never an issue. Of course there were times when he was in between jobs but those times only lasted for a couple of weeks. He said that he would only take short jobs for my sake. I told him that it would affect the money he earned. It was his turn to laugh at me. Apparently, there are some clients that will pay the same amount for one day of his services as others would for one week. I absently wonder how much he was paid to watch me. He’s never told me.

We settle ourselves on the couch when the food is stored in its proper place and find a horror flick to watch. We had also bought a few bottles of various alcohols to celebrate today. We’re both celebrating the fact that we’re now living together but I’m also secretly celebrating the fact that the bastard is finally dead. The scariest thing on is an alien movie but neither of us will pay attention to it. He has two cups with him and pours the first bottle of a blue liquid into them, half for each of us.

“What shall we toast to?” Katsu tilts his glass towards mine and I repeat the action.

“Does it matter?” Our cups give a small chime and we drain our glasses. He pours us both another glass. “Do we have to watch this? Can’t we just order something?” He sighs and rolls his eyes in an exaggerated fashion.

I stick my tongue out at him and grab the remote. I lean against the back of the couch we’re sitting on and find something to watch. The only thing I find is a movie called Taking Lives. I’ve seen it a couple of times but it’s still a fairly good movie. We both down our drinks before it starts and he refills them. I can feel the alcohol on the edge of my nerves already. After a few more glasses, I lose count of his, I’m commenting on the movie.

“How can they not know that he’s the bad guy? Are they that stupid? I figured it out real easily the first time I saw this.”

“Perhaps you are smarter than the average person.”

“Perhaps? I am smarter.” I down another glass.

Suddenly, the power dies and I drop my cup and cling to Katsu. My heart races within my chest. I feel and hear him chuckle with amusement as he stands. I stand as well, not letting go of his arm. He finds flashlights and candles and lights them all. We sit back down.

“You may release my arm now.” I do so and blush slightly. Why do I still do that?

Our arms are touching as we sit in silence. I begin to nibble on my bottom lip, mentally debating. This is why I didn’t want to drink tonight. It causes reason to go on hibernation for the time being. I turn to watch him as he takes a sip from his cup. As the hand that is holding it lowers once more, I reach up with my own and rest it against his cheek. Just by turning his head, our lips are that much closer. He opens his mouth to, probably question me, but I close the distance between us before a word is spoken.

I feel him tense before he pulls away. His free hand takes mine and removes it from his cheek.

“I would prefer you to be sober before you act in this manner.” He sighs slightly before setting his drink down on the small table next to the couch. “I think it is time for bed.”

“No it’s not. And I may have been drinking but all the alcohol does is make me dizzy and make my logical side go out the window. You know that already! And does it really matter anyways? It’s not like this is our first time doing anything together.”

“So basically, if you’re logic tells you this is wrong then-”

“No! My logic tells me to not do anything because I normally don’t. You know that already too! I usually don’t act without thinking and I usually don’t initiate these things.” My words are defiant.

I lean away from him, not wanting to argue anymore because my vision is starting to swim, and watch the flames of the candles that decorate the coffee table. I begin to mock pout again and fold my arms over my chest.

“Keijiru…” I slowly turn to face him again.

He connects our lips. My eyes slide shut as I press my lips more into his. I feel his tongue lick at my bottom lip and he nibbles on it gently. I let out a soft moan and open my mouth to him. Our tongues melt together and it seems to fit perfectly. His tongue traces the crevices of my mouth as I let out another moan, this one deeper than the last.

When he separates us, I am sitting in his lap, a leg to either side of his. I place a kiss to the corner of his mouth and make a trail to his ear. I lick the shell and feel him shudder against me.

“Keijiru…we should stop.” I know he doesn’t want to, and neither do I, but he’s right. The words he says next are whispered into my ear. “Consider this to be a rain check.” To emphasis the hidden meaning in those words, his hand cups my erection through my jeans. My breathing becomes shaky as he begins to remove his hand but I place mine over his to keep it there.

“Please…” The word is barely above a whisper.

I honestly think he’s going to decline and stay firm to his words but his hand begins to move. I grab his wrist instead now as he massages me through the quickly tightening material. My breath comes out in panted gasps and moans and I move against his hand. He chooses that moment to remove his hand which causes me to whimper slightly. He undoes the button and unzips my jeans before his hands slips between the material and my flesh. He repeats his actions that were slowly driving me mad. I moan deeper and louder at his ear, clutching his shirt tighter. My eyes slide shut as I lose myself in pleasure. I hear his panted breathing echo alongside mine. The hand strokes up and down along me and I thrust my hips to cause more friction. It isn’t enough. He knows it too.

“Katsu…please…” I whisper between moans and pants.
He concedes to my request because in the next moment, I’m on my back on the couch with him above me. I know we won’t go as far as we can tonight but I need to feel him pressed up against me. He removes both of our pants while kissing my neck and rubs our erections together. I gasp at the contact and wrap my arms around his neck. A slow rhythm is made and it makes me crazy but I like it too. I can already sense that many marks will be on my neck in the morning but I don’t care. It will prove that I am his and I have no problem with that.

I feel the muscles in the stomach tighten as I get close to the edge. He speeds up his movements. It only takes a few seconds of his new pace to make me come. He moves a few more times before he finishes and collapses on top of me. We both struggle to control our breathing. He lifts off of me slightly and rests his lips upon mine. It’s short and barely there but I don’t care. It’s the smile that hits me. It’s rare to see one but I love it every time it appears. I can’t help it anymore. I tilt my head to gain better access to his neck and pick a spot to kiss, lick, suck, and mark him as my own just as he did me.

Now we both have markings to remind us of this night. Wait a second…

“This is the first time you’ve…with me…” He chuckles against me, knowing exactly what I mean.

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