Restless Whispers

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Chapter 2 – Honoring My Pledge



I hid myself on one of my closest pal’s hometown in Japan. Even though I never opened my thoughts that had dreadfully bothered me for several weeks, Misanagi had this ‘hunch’ that I needed help, some time away from the ‘boring’ life I lately endured. I never went out, have some gimmick with her and my friends. I never also had time to accept calls both from of my landline and cell phone. Even personal visits from my current suitors that some of my naughty friends had recommended, I didn’t entertain them. Just like that, I lived like a hermit in my condo unit. Ah….just like that. I’m almost sealed away from the eyes of the rest of the world.

Without asking what bothers me, my high school girlfriend gladly offered me her humble vacation abode at the sea side - one of her many for only God knows why and how she got all of them- that isn’t occupied and I simply, gratefully accepted her offer. But in time, I paid for my stay for my pride won’t allow me to live further if I don’t. Hers is a small and comfy ancestral cottage residing near the town’s cape. Call me a coward but this is my only way I could cope up with the emptiness that I was feeling inside by then.

Since then, I never let myself involve much to social gatherings, whether be it ordinary or extravagant. Hell, even a simple quick moment of conversation with an asking person for a direction had been no exemption to my odd rule to myself – which never again will I let myself ‘open’ to others. It had been really hard during the first week of my solitude but hey, it came naturally afterwards. I’ve been known as a ‘genki’ person….but I can also be an ice maiden if I wanted to.

Yes, that had begun my solitariness for several years. Well, not quite entirely for Misanagi, my only friend who knows where I resides and the only one I can trust, had visited me once in a while with her one little cute daughter of hers which is somehow her exact replica having the same brown hair and lively eyes. Not forget to mention her mother’s feistiness and untamed beauty. I used to envy Misanagi for having a person who reciprocates her love. Theirs was a good sample of strong mother-and-daughter relationship which I had never experienced during my childhood years. I was brought up in an orphanage for your information.

I remember the day she told me that she was about to have another child. I looked at her small belly, already assuming there was a living thing inside of her. Hers was not that obvious, much to my dismay because I will only envy her again. She’s still sexy and slim-like despite her almost 4 month-pregnancy. I was so happy for her, hugging her to the point she almost lost her breath. But as I had seen and felt her reclusive reaction, I abruptly stopped. And that I had assumed that my friend definitely had a problem.

“It’s a girl,” she coolly but plainly told me. Not enough emotion was seen on her face. That had me worried even more.

“So? I don’t see any problem on that. I’m sure Ayame will be glad to know that she will have a little sister after 5 months.” I blissfully said as I guided her to the nearest seat at the living room. Ayame, her 2 year old daughter, was sleeping in the cottage’s extra room.

“You don’t understand,” Misanagi replied. There was this thought that she wanted to say but she couldn’t. She looked at me with her eyes nearly moist. “Yes, I love to have this child but….”

“But what?” My mind wanted to understand her fragment words but my heart wanted otherwise – berate her for having me left clueless.

“No. Don’t ask me, please, Misao. Just help me to get through with this.”

Oh no….oh please not the one I’ve been thinking she might do to her unborn child! Thank goodness Ayame wasn’t there to hear her mother.

She again continued her consoling. “I need help for this child….so that….I could…oh my….what will I do? This shouldn’t have happened – again!”

“Never! I won’t help you discard that unborn child of yours, Misanagi! I won’t allow it!” I instantly moved away from her without giving her a chance to defend herself. Christ! She wanted to kill her very own child. But why?!

“What kind of a mother are you, Misanagi?! I used to envy you for having someone to love you back without any restrain or hesitations. If you ask me, I will give everything to have that same kind of FATE! And here you go, wasting a gifted life upon you. Does your husband know about this?” I glared back at her, pacing like a frantic expectant father. “Ah! I’m sure he does not!”

“I said nothing about aborting this child, Misao! What made you think that I want that for her,” It was her turn to berate me.

It took a minute before I had digested what she had said.

A bit ashamed on what how I reacted, I recomposed myself. “Oh crap! Tell me straight to my face so that I won’t just assume things out from your clueless talks.”

“It’s complicated, Misao.” I heard her mumbled, hiding her face from me. Her hands covered her sullen face.

“And if so, explain it to me so that I can help you out. So goes to your husband. He should also know about this.” Fluffing, I leaned against the main pillar at the center of the cottage, with arms crossed.

She and I were silent for some moments, waiting for each other on who’s who going to speak up first. If I make the first move, this will turn out to be a bloody conversation all over again.

Misanagi had finally broken the silence. She still didn’t look at me. Maybe guilt had something to do with it but what made her feel guilty about it? Sure, her husband will understand. No! He should be in the first place for it takes two to tango! He will be a lot delightful if he happens to know about his wife’s present condition. “That is what makes it complicated,”

“And what is it? Tell me!” My voice sounded irritably demanding for Misanagi was making it so slow for me to grasp.

I waited for her answer. It looks like I’ve been harsh to her. But my real intention is otherwise.

A tear broke rolled down at one of her expressive brown eyes as she muttered these words that had shocked me. “I lied to you, Misao. I don’t have a husband.”

After hearing her confession, everything went blank between us that night.


*******


I was accompanied by two, 6-feet tall, brawny men, - suited like Roman soldiers - leading me to a certain waiting room where the coordinator of this….House….instructed them. I have to do this for the sake of those children. I know by heart that Misanagi would have done the same to save her daughters from this ordeal. Misanagi…..oh I missed her so much. Damn those bastards who….who….

“You wait here.” One of the Roman soldiers pushed me through the door without even minding if I am going to be hurt by his harsh action. With such great force, I was slumped on the floor in no time. My face almost contacted it.

Scowling, I glared at him then yelled. “Don’t you have any respect or compassion in that blasted brain of yours? Ah! I think not! You are not the kind of person capable of having one. Working in this place explains it all.”

The two men laughed. They were not one bit intimidated at what I had just said. The one who harshly shoved me spoke with eyes like from a beast. “At least we have the same notion about that subject. We all believe that that word doesn’t suit in this place; neither does to the ‘whores’ like you so stop acting like you are a lady needed to be respected.”

Both of them laughed again as they stared at me with great lust upon their scary eyes. I never noticed that my Greek, satin gown was half way up my thighs. They could almost see my....but I instantly recomposed myself, hiding my shame from these bastards.
I was forced to be naked underneath this thin, almost-translucent light pink garment as part of the bargain needed to be done.

“It’s a long time since we had a great beauty such as hers. Damn Misanagi for defiling us. She could be the Queen but hell, she picked the otherwise, even death.” He laughed without any remorse or respect on his tone. My dead friend is resting on her grave now and these bastards couldn’t get enough of insulting her.

“Yeah, you are right. It should have been better if that whore hadn’t escaped her fate with us. She could have everything – money, influence, even power from the men she will usually lay with. But no, after meeting that foreign guy, damn it, she turned against us by leaving the organization.” The other brawny man told bluntly at the other. He seemed to forget that I was still there, hearing all their blasted conversation of mockery about Misanagi choosing the ‘right’ path.

I had known it before. It was the very same night that she had confessed to me about having no husband. I was so shocked on knowing the truth. So Ayame was a product of one of her liaisons on her clients. And the very same ancestral cottage I resided with came from her….whoring….damn that word! So that explained why she had became so rich which had surpassed so many of her batch, her rich friends without any mentioning what line of work she’s involved with. I had also remembered the time that I asked about that side of hers and she only replied that it all came from a distant wealthy relative. And then it followed having her married to a well-heeled man that not once have I ever seen or gotten to know. That was the time she hesitantly told me that she bears a child inside her womb. I was fooled and continued to believe for she is my friend, and a very close one. Since then I never asked her about all of her ill-gotten wealth. As long as she remains the Misanagi I’ve always known, the truce between our strong bonds of friendship continues.

The justice had been against us. Misanagi, now passed away, unexpectedly left her two beautiful daughters under my care. It never bothered me really as to take these cute little angels under my wing. It was just that all were too sudden. And that applies also to Misanagi’s sudden death. OH…..I have already reported that to the authorities yet no one listened. Even the media had been clipped off the scene. So then I learned that I was dealing with not some ordinary organization. They have power to silence the justice officials, even to the voice of media. I ended up so lost.

After 4 years, I felt so alone again.

If I only have the power….enough influence….maybe, maybe I could have attainted the justice Misanagi rightly deserves. Or perhaps, everything now shouldn’t have happened at all. Ayame and Suzumi wouldn’t have been kidnapped, using them as the barter for…..

A flash of though came through my mind. A face of a man – a handsome man - I was trying to forget and promised not to look back. Aoshi. I know he is a man of great influence and power. He had so many connections and he may be the right person, the only person I know who can help me to save those girls. Perhaps he could pull me out of this mess. But no! Why would I ask that bastard’s help? It’s abominable!

“At least before we go, I want to taste this new maiden’s lips. I’ve been itching to try one of our best delicacies for a long time! ” There is definitely lust sparking in his amber eyes. I know I should be scared but hell; it will be all the same after I left this chamber. Out there, I will also be tarnished before this night ends. “Just one torrid kiss will ease my groin’s pain for now.”

“It is forbidden to touch them, Toushi. No matter what, never ever ‘touch’. That’s a strict order from the Heads, especially the Coordinator.”

The man being berated looked at me with irritation. God! His dark eyes were seemed enough to give me deep tremble of fear. But then again, I held my head and chin up with such great pride emanating on me though it didn’t do much good to change their look upon me.

“Drats! Kuso!!!” he severely cursed, raking his long, dark hair away from his forehead.

He maliciously stared back at me again and was about to haul me up from the floor when a voice from the corridor halted them, giving them both a deep shrill that I haven’t imagine for these brawny men would feel. It was the same voice that I had gotten to talk to about the delicate situation me and Misanagi’s young daughters unwillingly involved with. The voice came from the very person whom the two blockheads being talked about – the Coordinator.

“What seems to be the problem here? I am expecting you two be back to your posts after delivering her to the waiting room.” There was no mistake that he deeply glared at me with his deadly smirks accompanying it. Oh God! He was too damn happy about this setting I have to do to save those girls.

“Ah boss, we were merely helping her to get up from the floor.” While tensely explaining, Toushi abruptly grabbed my arm. I tried to jerk my captured arm away from his tight grip but it was no use. He was far way superior for me to fight. The hard grasp on my arm did, however, discreetly remind me that I should agree with him or else I may suffer grievous consequence afterwards.

“Nevertheless, I don’t want my newest ‘subject’ being defiled by your very own filthy hands, soldier. Unhand her!”

Och now. Whether it is from him or the others in this House, all are filthy!

Without any protest, Toushi quickly released my swollen arm. It had left obvious pink imprint of his thick fingers on my white skin that had angered the Coordinator a bit.

“Ahou!!! Look what you have done!” Charging towards us, he harshly hissed those words, berating the damned guard dressed in Roman soldier attire. He tried to control all of his anger for if not, it might cause him further trouble. He won’t be able to afford guests to hear them arguing about me, especially ‘this’ night.

With a swift, hard slap on the soldier’s face, blood spurt out from the left side of his thick lips. Naturally, the guard never fought back for it will be only death of him. The other guard remained motionless and so unattached. I only stared with disbelief and a little shock. Though the Coordinator possessed slender body like of a woman’s, if he is angry enough, he can do greater damage on someone’s body whether it be to a muscular guy or not….or even to a helpless woman like me.

The Coordinator is a man dressed in blue, floral kimono. A kimono, I say! During our first meeting, I never thought that he is a man for he had this womanly grace in his aura and every motion. I had directly addressed him as the mistress of this…House, finally confronting them about Misanagi and her two daughters. I demanded justice for what they did to Misanagi and the return for my angels to me. I know it’s suicidal but what can a desperate woman could do at times like this when no one is there to help you out. I had thought twice about Misanagi’s demise from these men. I saw that I could never attain that justice for her. At least, by saving her two recently orphaned daughters, I could protect what only matters to her most.

I was led to a certain enclosed space before he could start his rebuttal with me. I bet it was the receiving room for his special guests for it has lots of comfortable heavy couches, and it is located near his office. Upon arriving, he finally laughed at me at what I had just addressed to him and forgiven me afterwards. He said, as always, many people did see him as a woman rather than a man. He cares naught of it. I was shocked, of course, for I saw not a single hint of masculinity on him. No one can blame me for using my eyes, instead of my instinct, to figure the personality and gender of this cold person.

“It was nice for you to drop by, Ms. Makimachi,” he curtly greeted me. I know by that time that he was just being sarcastic and entirely gloating at me for the wasted effort I had done to put this crime to justice. He thought that I had finally tasted my deserved medicine for putting my nose unto their business.

“You know why I am here, Mr. Honjo,” At that time, I had corrected my formal address to him instead for a woman. “I am here to get the two little girls you have kidnapped from my condo.”

When I arrived at my condo unit back in Tokyo, everything seemed to be disturbing. So silent and dark. Usually, the girls will warmly greet me with their grand smiles and tightly hugged me until I acted that I’m loosing my breath. No one but the cold air across the living room had greeted me with such great fear that the girls….the girls….

“Oh dearie, such formality is not needed anymore now that we are much more ‘acquainted’ with each other after all the things that had happened. I’m sure; calling me by my first name wouldn’t hurt your tongue.”

This man is dangerous, indeed. I don’t need to ask for any more evidences for I had enough of them to remind me. Misanagi’s sudden death, the shove-off media and the paid justice officials – all are coming into me to torment. Now…about Ayame and Suzume….

A slow smirk was etching his womanly face. And there was a glint on each of his hazel eyes that I cannot possibly leave unnoticed. I know by that that he is the very person responsible for kidnapping Misanagi’s daughters, taking them to this House as a punishment for my friend’s past deeds against their organization. It will be a matter of time before they could also use them like they had done with my friend, not minding what psychological effects and physically degradation it will certainly give. It shivered my down to my nerves seeing those innocent angels being tarnished by….OH GOD! Please help us!

“Formalities, huh!” I scoffed at him. “Return the children to me, Honjo-san. Haven’t you had enough that you…” my words trailed off as I remembered once again my dead best friend. She suffered enough from these monsters. I have to be stronger than this, just for the kids.

“Na ah!” Purring like a deadly feline, he held his demure pointer finger against me, waving it. “Correction, my dear, I never kidnapped them. I was merely ‘returning’ them to where they truly belong. My sweet Misanagi belonged to this place so which makes everything she owns is also owned by the Organization. Well, unfortunately, she still continued resisting us which led on ending her precious life.” Turning his cold gaze at me, he touched my haughty chin with the very same finger he used to wag at me. “Now, do you get the point, Ms. Makimachi? Ah! Can I call you Misao, dearling?”

No person in this world owns another person’s life. This faggot and the rest of his minions clearly never understood that.

“You can call me whatever you want as long as I have those kids back to me. At least give some respect to Misanagi. I know and you can’t hide it from me that she had been your closest friend inside this blasted organization. At least….for her….in her memory….please give them a good future that their mother had ever wanted for them.”

I also knew that those words had struck somehow somewhere inside of him, whether be guilt or conscience. I was only stating a fact, one of those confessions Misanagi had told me. She said to me that there is the only one person she could only trust inside the Organization. Unfortunately, the very person she was pertaining is the same person who ordered for her death. I don’t quite see why Misanagi had trusted this faggot! By some reasons, I was using their unusual friendship as another means to safely retrieve the innocent angels back to me. I am that desperate.

He leaned over, forgetting that he and I had this animosity with each other. I know…he hates me…in a certain way. He whispered, “Don’t you ever remind me of that, Misao. Ah…It’s not good to open the healed wounds.”

There was sharpness in the tone of his cold voice. I only remained calm as ever, never letting the enemy know my thoughts…or so.

He pulled back his head. Stepping back in five tiny strides, he turned his heels and faced the cathedral windows just in front of me. “I warned her about leaving the Organization. She should have known better.”

Misanagi fled from the Organization for the fear that her first daughter will experience the same fate that she had caught for herself. If the baby would have been a boy, the problem wouldn’t have been this huge. Or so, she wouldn’t have to leave and hide. But the gender had been for a girl. Nevertheless, she still loved her offspring despite the difficulty of its consequences and even having to bear it all on her own. Giving the child to an orphanage had not been an option. She’s the only one that matters to Misanagi. She’s her life.

Everything had been taken away from her. Her daughter is all that she has back then.

The man who caused this had suddenly disappeared without a trace. Or that’s what I’ve been firstly thinking. He left without knowing about Ayame for some reasons I still have no information why. She only and repeatedly told me the love they shared. That she was entranced by Ayame’s father, promising all the stars and moon in the sky. She was deeply wooed by him. God! It was an old trick yet very effective. At least, she had been promised and held by the man who shortly lulled her in great love. In my case, it was exactly the opposite.

Though she had loved the man and proclaim it whole-heartedly, Misanagi still not sure of the man’s feelings towards her. Sad ending, that is. In this part, it reminds me its similarity to my status.

My best friend hid herself from one of the houses she bought outside the country, living with her one year old Ayame under her care. It was a blissful living in a country untainted with gossips and black thoughts about them. Misanagi loved cooking as a chief chef in a certain Italian restaurant in France. As long as she got Ayame, nothing matters more. But the life she had found for her and daughter was short lived. The Organization had found them and taken them back to Japan – to work for them again. This time, with a mission at held. Resistance was futile, I heard her once said. They will kill her baby if she will not cooperate. So that started all over again….her hell on earth.

It was lucky enough that they didn’t kill Misanagi because of what she had done against them, for defiling their golden rule. Once you’re in, there’s no way out. Death will be the price of her freedom from them. Imagine, after all the luxuries had been given, her soul is already being burned in hell. Misanagi only became a whore because her bastard father couldn’t pay the gambling debts he owed to a certain lord. She became the barter in exchange of her family’s freedom. And since then, she never made contact with them. Like me, she also remained reclusive to the eyes of the world, especially to her own family who sold her to the devils.

And by that, I had come to understand why she had this notion to help me through my pain for she too felt the same betrayal….same tarnishing….same unworthiness. We were both been used up…..just in the name of love.

She had to, once again, bed with the very same man who impregnated and left her. How could the gods deprive her so much of her happiness!!?!! The Organization wanted her to get hold once more of the rich German guy so that they could control him, his unremarkable riches and title as an heir of a famous electronics company back to his native country. It was one of this group’s themes to use their beautiful courtesans to hold the necks of the most prominent men in the world.

In this case, only one whore that had caught the foreigner’s eyes. It was Misanagi.

They call him as Schneider, son and first heir of the most influential electronics company in Germany. That is what I can only recall. Given a chance to see him, I’ll kill him swiftly for leaving both Misanagi and their two daughters in this hellish place. But then again, I have to give the man a chance to regain himself from the mud. His daughters needed him now. He has to know.

They had an affair, all blissful and sinful at the same time. It was done in great tactic held by the Organization. Schneider never knew about Ayame. That is the hardest part of it while they were together. She was dying inside; wanting gravely to let him know about Ayame but the Organization had forbidden it. It will only ruin their plan to hold him in to the chains. Schneider will use all of his power to claim them both, even if it means destroying his own untarnished infamous family name. They couldn’t afford having that kind of demise on their sleeves. They have to remain silent about Ayame’s existence until they are certain that they have him under their wing.

“I also warned her for being so closed to that blasted foreigner! Never let your heart fall-in-love again! If she only listened, forgetting to flee from this place, at least….at least…our friendship hadn’t ended in grimness, stained to the very core.”

The Coordinator was talking about Misanagi choosing the right path. They both knew it will be her death the next time she escapes; but what can they do?

And those same words had caught my breath – NEVER FALL-IN-LOVE.

“And by bringing those kids back to me will only you give peace to yourself, to your friendship with her.” I was using it again but I care naught of it.

A deep rumbling sound of chortling came out from him. With hands clasped behind him, he started to walk towards the huge cathedral window, closing the huge gap. “Worrying about our friendship will go to nowhere. I had been ordered to retrieve those children to make them as barter to the heir. If he happens to know they are his……”

I saw the whole point now. Damn this faggot for using those children!

“But then again….I was told that the heir was cast out from his privilege seat because of his involvement with a ‘whore’, dragging their good name in the pit. Such high respect with themselves, damn it! As the result, they don’t want to recognize him as one of them. Damn fools! Ha! Then we have no use of him now, much more of his daughters.” He scoffed.

He turned to me and had that wicked smile, reminding me that I am dealing with an evil man. I stood on my ground, leaving him no to ponder with my thoughts. “Might as well never let the goods left spoiled. Or should I say ‘unspoiled’?”

That had made me finally shivered to the bones. Now that they have no use of Schneider, they will have to use the children in the market of flesh to regain their losses!

“Son of a…”

“Ah yes. There is no mistake on your assuming, Misao. They will be the replacement for the loss of Misanagi. I clearly recall that they also posses their mother’s unmatched beauty. At least, something good came out from her affair to that worthless foreigner. Ha!”

Am I hearing it right? Oh Misanagi….is this the very same man who you entrusted your life with? He’s the one of is holding now your children!!!

“You wouldn’t dare?!!!” I started to walk towards him. I had restrained myself so long for not attacking this faggot.

“Does this face show any jesting?” The Coordinator remained still on his position, as if he was waiting for me to come to him, expecting me to rage further.

I was about to slap him at his mocking face, he had grabbed my arm in mid-swing. He chortled afterwards. “A lady should be modest, Misao.”

“That depends upon the situation, you faggot!”

His built is like for a woman’s yet he had the strength of a man. But that hadn’t dampened my spirits. I used my other hand to slap him to this other free cheek.

“Damn you! Give me back Ayame and Suzume!”

He instantly massaged his hurt cheek without releasing my other arm. The bastard smiled even wider. “I cannot help you on that, Misao. You can slap and scream at me for how many times but you can never get what you came for in here. The Organization owns them and there’s nothing you can do about it. Just accept that fact that life is not at top as always. This is one of the darkest, we both know, and you have to digest that no matter how gruesome it is. Involving yourself will only make things worse or even death.”

I should be angry but his words are true. There are some hints in his words that he still do care but....is this really right? It seems so awkward. But nevertheless, I still want to have those girls back to me. I had promised that on Misanagi’s grave. I care naught of my life since I was…..

“But there is one option you could do to have those girls back.”

That had caught my breath. So there was still hope yet I didn’t like the thought of coming it from the very man I despise.

Without any warning, He blatantly embraced me, then quickly sliding his hands to squeeze my buttocks. I flinched instantly away from him. What the hell did he do?

“What the?!” I yelled. My arms reflexively cross clutched my chest, somehow having this notion to protect myself from him.

“Now, now, my dearie.” He laughed as if nothing malicious act had happened. “It is not like what you think. I’m not offering you an option to bed with me or one of the Heads of this Organization.” He explained calmly.

“Oh so you just did that out of compassion, is that it? I haven’t born yesterday, you faggot!”

“Ah….feisty, young woman, I say. It is one of the characteristics needed but not for now. There is a time and place for that, Seniorita.”

He looked at me from head to foot, and then back up. He was trying to access something that I couldn’t understand.

“Yes. You can have those children – still clean and innocent – back to you BUT in one condition, Misao. You have to follow this one simple request of mine.”


*******


I was left alone in the waiting room after the Coordinator berated and ordered the two guards to get back to their posts. He said he would be back after few minutes. I tiredly looked at the black granite bench just near me as I pace back and forth inside the room. I needed a rest but my mind and heart couldn’t tame itself at the time like this. I admit that there is fear inside of me now, knowing that in a matter of few hours, minutes, seconds…my life will not be the same anymore. To save those girls, I have to do this. I have to honor my pledge that I had given to Misanagi. I will do this because for the first time in my life, I see the essence of my existence. I had loved someone again. And this time, it has the right reasons. I had shown myself again to the world again after so many years of being in the abyss. Those innocent angels are my life now. I have to do this no matter what.

The thick wooden door had opened, sending my senses to reel. The Coordinator had come to take me to the next step of the bargain. I saw his expression – his face almost had those dirty looks on me. He started towards me, slowly this time, taking all the free moment in great pleasure.

“I never knew that you had this kind of beauty, Misao. If Misanagi had been alive, she would have been envying you at this very moment.” He said as he ceased his walk. He was two feet away from me.

I know that Misanagi would never do that. Comparing me to her is like comparing the moon to the sun.

I glared and harrumphed at him. I couldn’t stop these typical body reactions of mine when it comes to people like him.

He caught my neck by crooking his arms and then kissed me without any warning. I felt degraded in some way as I close my eyes, doing nothing but praying for its swift end. He never let out his tongue to invade my mouth. I thank the gods for that. He was just giving me a simple….almost innocent kind of force kiss.

I never returned the pleasure of its kiss for I felt nothing but revulsion.

He slowly withdrew his lips from mine. How I wish he had felt my disgust.

“You won’t be able to win a man with that kind of kiss, Ms. Makimachi. It was so lame. You should have thought me as a man, not a woman.”

“That depends who I am about to kiss, Kamatari,” I had called him by his first name for it is one of his demands on this bargain. “And besides, what difference does it make if I thought of you as a man? Nothing I say. You are still that gutless monster that had killed my friend.”

My eyes reflected nothing but rage.

“Well now…. Since you are the ‘expert’ here, I guess I have to leave it to you then. If you don’t execute this well, you may forget about the children of Misanagi forever.”

“It will not come to that.” I strongly yet coldly replied.

A smirk was shown on his face as his dainty fingers caressed the hollow part of my neck. “Then let the bidding begins.”






A/N

This is all I can do for now. Yeah, it’s long. Gomen for that. I can’t stop when I have these ideas in my head ranting all over me. It needed to get out. Oh….sorry for taking it too long to update. At first, I meant for this fic as a one-shot only but then again…..thank you for the reviews! it really helped.

Gomen for the grammar and mispelled words.