The Devil Wears a Pinstriped Suit

Chapter Eight

Kenshin sat at his desk, tapping his pencil against the beautiful, dark wood. He looked blankly down at the thin yellow object, his head propped up by his fist. Kenshin’s mind was flowing with thought after thought after thought. He thought he had it all figured out. He thought he could handle the situation he created with Kaoru. She was just a fling. He would always return home to his wife. Home is where the heart is, right? He used to do this before, with more women...why was it bothering him so? He thought he resolved his moral issues with the situation, the fact that he was cheating on the woman he vowed to spend the rest of his life with. He still planned on doing that, he just had someone on the side. He was wrong, yes...but was it really that wrong? Wrong to be so attracted to such a beautiful, sensual creature? How could it be wrong? He couldn’t even resist her. He never had a chance. From the first moment he saw her, in the back of his head, he knew he was going to fuck her. But, he pushed that thought even further back in his mind, surprised in himself. He wasn’t like that anymore, he told him. Himura Kenshin was a changed man and Himura Tomoe changed him. Didn’t she?

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. CRACK!

Kenshin split the cheap wooden pencil in two, frustrated by this thoughts. He tossed the fragments to the side and began to rub the bridge of his nose. What a tangled web that has been woven. All because he took the job at Carter’s firm. Who would think the decision to change firms and go for higher pay would cause so much turmoil in his life and his heart. Where was his conviction? It seemed every time the wind blew, his mind was changing. What was he going to do, realistically? He couldn’t dare leave the firm yet. He hadn’t even completed his ninety day probationary period. And he was right in the middle of a case. Ask to take on another case? He would still have to see her every day. And if he saw her, he would want to touch her, feel her, be inside of her.

Kenshin groaned as his member twitched at the thought of being with Kaoru. Kissing those delicate, soft, pursed lips. Playing with her full, pert breast. Touching her soft, lightly tanned skin the color of caramel, the texture of silk. Now Kenshin found himself in a familiar position. Sitting in his office, caressing his staff though his jogging pants, thinking about the vixen in his life. He moved his hand up and down, wishing it was Kaoru moving up and down on him. He continued to stroke his member until he reach a climax that seemed strained and incomplete. There was no denying it...

He needed Kaoru’s body.

Kenshin moved towards the bathroom to clean up. When he finished, he went into the bedroom to change, passing his wife who was laying in the bed, reading a book. Tomoe watched her husband nearly rip off his clothes and furiously put on dark jeans and a sweatshirt...all without saying a word to her. He sat on the edge of the bed to put his socks on. It was as if he was ignoring her presence.

“Kenshin?” Tomoe said softy.

“Yes?” Kenshin snapped.

Tomoe placed her book down beside her on the bed and moved closer to her husband. He had been acting strangely the past couple of days. Sometimes, he was like fire. Others, he was dry ice. His behavior was puzzling. She tried to brush it off and not worry, but a part of her had this nagging feeling it was something big that she had to inquire about.

“Honey, what’s going on?” she asked quietly.

“Nothing, just stressed,” Kenshin said almost automatically.

“Work?” she quizzed again.

“Yeah,” he replied flatly.

“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice straining.

“Out. To clear my head. I’ll call you,” he replied, kissing her on the cheek and flying out the door.

“Kenshin,” Tomoe whispered to herself, tears falling down her pale face.

Kenshin fumbled with his cell phone, trying to find her number. As he got into his car and turned on the ignition, he finally got the combination of numbers right and heard the phone ringing, and then that sweet, sweet voice.

Who’s voice?

My voice.

I was in my tub when I saw Kenshin’s name flash across the color screen, though I could have known it was him from the distinct ringtone I gave for his number. I picked it up and answered, wondering what could be the big to-do that he had to call me at this time of night.

“Yes, Kenshin?” I asked, semi-serious, semi-seductively.

“I need you,” he replied flatly.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Are you home?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

And then he hung up. Hey, that worked for me. I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around me. My wet hair clung to my back as I walked barefoot around the house, trying to find my damn robe. After searching the house, I remembered it was on the back of the bathroom door. Boy, could I be a blonde sometimes. I placed the lush, white terry cloth on my damp skin and let it soak up some of the moisture. Kenshin must have been flying down the freeway, for he was knocking at my door in no time at all. I opened it and before I could smile at him, he pounced me. He shut the door behind him as he backed me against the wall, kissing me feverishly, tearing at my damp robe.

“Kenshin!” I gasped, trying to regain control of him. Yes, I liked the fact he was so eager, but he was
suffocating me. I grabbed his hands and slowly pulled away from him. I lowered my eyes in a seductive manner and led him to the island in my kitchen. I sat him down and stood between his legs.

“Kenshin...what has gotten into you?” I asked, rubbing his thigh.

“I was sitting at home and I decided I needed to get into of you,” he said with puppy-dog eyes.

Kaoru breathed heavily for a second and turned her head. He just up and left at this hour? Telling from his manner of dress, he just rushed out. What did he tell his wife? Now, it wasn’t that Kaoru particularly cared about his wife, but she didn’t want her beau being sloppy and getting caught. Just caused too much drama. Besides, the girlfriends and wifeys always think the “other woman” is trying to steal her man from under her nose. I don’t want him to bunk with me, I just want him to fuck me. Is that so hard for other females to grasp?

“So, your wife is ok with you just up and leaving? For a former player, I think your skills are most rusty,” I said in a quiet tone. He examined my words briefly, then his eyes cut away from me.

“This situation is pretty different. I’m still having a hard time coping. Sometimes, I really have morality trips about it...other times, it’s not problem at all,” he confessed.

Morality. What a useless word. What are morals? Supposedly a code of ethics put in place to maintain a harmonious society. Every society had their own set of these so-call morals. Each thought theirs were absolute. Yet, where was the order? Where was the harmony? The compliance? All that is needed in life is responsibility and accountability. Fuck morals.

“If you are looking for a pep-talk, you won’t find it from me. The fact you have a wife does not phase me in the least. I do not want to take her place. I want your dick I want your companionship. I do not want to play house. I don’t see what the big deal is,” I said, walking away from Kenshin.

Oddly enough, I didn’t want him there anymore. His indecisiveness disgusted me. Why couldn’t he just deal with the situation for what it was? Kenshin rose and put his slender, but strong arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You are an interesting creature, Kayima Kaoru,” he said, kissing my cheek.

“And you are indecisive,” I retorted, my tone far from lulling.

“You’re mad?” he asked.

“Somewhat. Now’s not a good time. Go home. I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” I said, opening my fridge to pull out some baby carrots. I love baby carrots.

“Alright,” Kenshin said, stepping away from me. He saw himself out and a bit of discomfort washed over me.

That was the first time I wanted to do something other than bone him when I was in his presence. This feeling was odd to me. It was as if we had an argument or something. But, that’s not possible. People in “relationships” have arguments. I stated my concerns, he stated his, that was that. Why is it still bothering me though?

Kenshin wasn’t to his car before his phone rang. It was Aoshi.

“Yeah?” Kenshin answered, irritation laced in his voice.

“Ahh, so you aren’t out with Kayima, or else you wouldn’t have answered,” Aoshi said.

“Why would you even suspect that?” Kenshin asked.

“Because your wife just called me, crying her eyes out because you disappeared into the sunset for no apparent reason. She was too upset to call you.”

“I...I just needed some air. I’ll be home shortly,” Kenshin said, suddenly remembering the state he let Tomoe in.

“So you were with her,” Aoshi said coldly, recognizing the stammer.

“Hai, I was, but she turned me away,” he answered.

“I don’t really care about the details. I don’t understand why you are doing this to Tomoe. I told you not to marry her. I told you this little sham of yours wouldn’t hold up and I was right. I told her to stay away from you for a reason. I know you are going to do your dirt, but if you hurt her, I will kill you,” Aoshi said tartly before hanging up.

Aoshi slipped his phone into his jacket pocket and brought his unsweetened iced tea to his lips, sipping it slowly, as if nothing was the matter. Always cool, always calm. Aoshi always tried hard never to show true emotion outside of concern. And concern is what he had of the situation. He loved his best friend dearly, but he also loved his Tomoe. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had been the one she fell in love with and not Kenshin. No...they were too much alike. Both were too withdrawn to make a relationship work. Their friendship worked because they understood each other. In understanding each other, they knew they were not good for the other.

But Kenshin being good for her?

He admitted, Kenshin did completely change his ways for her. Though skeptical, he allowed Kenshin to give it a shot. Now he wished he would have shot Kenshin.

“Baka,” Aoshi said in his native tongue before taking another sip of his tea. He looked outside the large window of the Coney Island out to the sidewalk, still busy at this time of night. People walked past briskly. Some home. Some to work. Some to party. People small, large and tall. Skinny and fat. Attractive and not. But, in a way, they all appeared the same to Aoshi. All masses of indistinguishable flesh.

Except for a flash of long black hair that caught his eye.

He rose abruptly, threw a couple of dollars onto the counter and ran after the woman. He nearly leveled several people, but he did catch up with her. She looked delicious from behind. A pair of lowrider jeans that sat on all her lower curves just right, hugged her seat just right...a seat that was plump and around, not saggy or flat as a board. Higher still, a tiny waist accented by a jean jacket that barely covered the small of her back. Then, there was the mass of black hair that swayed back and forth behind her. Long, straight, natural.

“Misao?” Aoshi said in a most uncertain tone.

Misao turned around and her innocently beautiful face just lit up. Her eyes were huge pools of blue, her lashes luscious and long, her brows thick, up arched. Her rosy, high cheeks and large, bright smile set her face aglow. But, it was her eyes that had him. Those eyes that spoke of a seductive innocence he knew she didn’t know she possessed.

“Aoshi? What a surprise!” she exclaimed, leaping into his arms before she remembered herself. They had only met that one time and here she acted as if they were long-time lovers. Remembering her sister’s words, she composed herself and straightened her face, but she couldn’t wipe her smile away.

“Why are you walking the streets by yourself?” he asked in cool concern.

“I’ve lived here all my life. I’ll be fine,” she replied, drowning in his beauty.

“Well...I...it was nice seeing you,” Aoshi said awkwardly.

“Nice seeing me?” Misao repeated out loud, trying to comprehend why the mood changed so quickly.

“Well, I was eating and I saw you in the window...but I have to go,” he tried to explain.

Misao’s eyes lowered and her expression dropped in apparent disappointment. “Oh,” was all she was able to mutter before turning around, her heart feeling like it was about to fall out of her chest and get stepped on. Aoshi didn’t understand himself at the moment. Why did he behave like this around this...this child? At least she was a child compared to him...not that her body, age or beauty revealed that fact. Well...she had this purely innocent beauty. Pure...

“I...I...have you eaten yet?” he said loud so she could hear him through the crowd. Misao stopped and turned around, a smile on her face again.

“No yet,” she said, running back to him.

“Well...let me treat you,” he said, a non-characteristic smile running across his own face.

“Last one there is a garden goose!” she yelled, running towards the short-order restaurant. Aoshi laughed...
Aoshi caught himself before he could think further. Someone actually amused him...and not in a cynical way.

He laughed. He laughed at Misao and began to jog to catch up with her.