Kuzuremasu

A/N: Thank you, Cadence, for reading so carefully. I had decided to make some marked changes to the story, and considering I posted this around 2AM, I definitely got "text-blindness." Good grief, I'm getting old. I think there may be a need for a beta in my future...

For anyone thrown off, gomen, ne? Reviews are always welcome, and flames will roast my little marshmallow bunnies...

Chpt 5 Ties

“So, what did he say?”

Midori sighed as she limped to the bathroom. Jun had been none too gentle on her after she met him at the door stark naked, and she was sore all over, her vocal chords shot from screaming his name to the high heavens.

Gods, how she loved that man.

“Nothing in particular, but he did confirm that Kazuhiro wanted the gaijin in so many words. And the girl was with your sister's friend—you know, the one from Tokyo. You just have to get her name, and we can do the rest.”

Rei snorted in disgust. Midori was covered in bruises and looked like she had bite marks across her back. And she knew that she had loved every minute of it.

“Hurry up and shower, I can smell him all over you.”

“What, baby—that used to turn you on...”

Rei tried to move away, but didn't move fast enough as Midori looped a battered arm around her and pulled her in for a deep and passionate kiss. Smoke and gunmetal filled her senses—she tasted like a man.

“You little bitch...”

Rei moaned lightly as Midori's touch twisted along her belly and skated between her legs. There was something salty on her lips, and she didn't dare ask what it was from...

Rei licked her lips as Midori devoured her whole, blissfully extending her tongue deep within the cavern of her mouth. Maybe she needed to get to know this Jun herself...

***

Jun pounded the wall of his room, trying to get his mind off of the woman he had just left with his best friend.

Some friend I am...

This was wrong—everything in the pit of his stomach telling him to turn around and take her back, fill her hands with enough cash to return to her country and forever leave behind the man who was now just inches away from her sleeping and peaceful form.

Dammit all!

This was not going to go over well—Kazuhiro was not entirely legit yet and he needed that marriage for both his legal fortune and his illegal ties. Yuriko was perfect—well-bred, cultured, submissive, and from a family with equally dubious ties as the Takahashi clan.

Kazuhiro should have gone through with it—just married her, given her a kid, and then had his fun. Of course, that's what he would have done normally, so Jun was at a complete loss as to why things were any different now.

And then there was Midori. The bitch was fucking with him already—he knew he should have kept his pants zipped and hands away from her...she was just so goddamned good at what she did...

His cell phone rang and he picked it up only to regret it.

Fuck!

“Yes, Mariko-san?”

Mariko held the other end of the phone tightly. Her sixth sense had been going off all day—since sending her literally packing back to Tokyo, she had has a sinking feeling that things were going terribly wrong with Kazuhiro and Jun.

“Hello, Jun-kun. What is going on with Kazuhiro? Has he set things right with Yuriko yet?”

Jun bit back the smart retort in his mouth and tried to respond civilly.

“If you're so concerned, why don't you ask him?”

“You know he will not accept my calls. And you have switched hotels. Why?”

“Would you stay at a hotel where an angry bridal party is calling you every five minutes to see if you've changed your mind?”

Mariko was silent and Jun winced. He didn't mean to take his frustration out on her. She was the closest thing to a mother that he had, after all. And unlike Kazuhiro, he appreciated that fact.

“Mariko-san, we are fine. There is no news to report to you. Kazuhiro is...taking his time to make sure that he made the proper decision and makes amends as best he can.”

Mariko sighed. There was nothing else for her to say.

“Very well, Jun. Please tell Kazuhiro that I will be awaiting his call.”

You'll be waiting a very long time...

“Of course, Mariko-san. Have a pleasant evening.”

Mariko hung up and Jun took one last stab at the invisible assailant that he was destroying slowly.

Fucking brat.

That's all Kazuhiro was. A spoiled brat.

I need a drink...

***

Aimi turned off the water to her shower and stepped outside. Everything was dark, so she figured that Naomi was asleep as she slipped in under the cool sheets of her bed.

“Goodnight Naomi.”

Aimi turned to find a comfortable spot on the bed. Naomi was silent tonight. Too silent.

“Naomi?”

Aimi reached for the light in the room and assessed her coworker's bed. It was rumpled as if the girl had been sleeping, but the covers were tossed back across the bed as if she had left for some reason. Aimi glanced over and saw her red wallet on the floor and a stray flower thrown carelessly across the thick carpet of the hotel room floor.

Aimi thought hard, trying to think of where a ridiculously naïve AmReican would go in the middle of the night in a foreign country and strange city. A flash—a neatly truncated memory skirted across her vision and she could feel the electricity between the dark complexioned woman beside her and the dark-haired man before her...

The groom...Takahashi Kazuhiro...

...heir to the Takahashi fortune, perfect bachelor, impossible prey...

...a man with strong ties...

...Yakuza ties...

“Oh shit. Naomi...”

***
TBC