Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Kissing the night ❯ Shadow Chaser - Lune ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: BDP

Welcome back everyone!

Oh, a fantastic New Year to all my friends and readers out there! May all your wishes and dreams come true!

I took me a while to update this, but I'm very much relieved that I've finally managed to finish this goddamned chapter. There were so many little details I had to be careful of, so not to reveal important aspects of the plot, and I'm happy with the way it came out to be.

And now to answer the million dollar question every one has been thinking of ever since I started this; Mist indeed IS that person. There's a reason why he's called that way and that reason is connected to something that happened in the past…

But, for now, we shall not divulge what happened, but what is happening right now.

In this chapter.

(Dum-Dum…)

Hehehe enjoy this, I know I did!

-Blackdiamond Princess!

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2. Shadow chaser - Lune

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It was a cold December night, one you preferred to let pass by while you enjoyed the comfort of your warm bed.

That is, if you could afford yourself such luxury.

So again, the night was cold, but that's nothing to be surprised of, not for me anyway, since I was used to spending the majority of the nocturnal hours away from my bed.

A new town, a new job, the same routine and the same crap.

The only thing that surprised me each time was how all towns I visited resembled each other in almost every aspect. The most common of these aspects that they shared were the stereotypical signs of decadency.

The enlarging cleft between the richer and the poor, the growing social alienation and of course the booming rate of criminal activity.

Dusk wasn't any different, though maybe beautiful and less polluted than other cities, the people here were friendly and helpful, greedy, and mistrustful of strangers.

Yet, the same tricks applied to all monkeys; show them a banana and they all become obedient.

My current employer, a big business mogul of the name of Sephiroth Nobuhiro, hired me a couple of months back to investigate on a series of thefts his company has had to endure with the police being of no help.

I had thought to have the mystery resolved in a matter of days, yet two months have now passed and I find myself stuck in an impasse.

This man - as I deduced from the surveillance tapes taken from the crime scenes - has incredible agility and amazing speed that made me realise that this person knew exactly what he was looking for and knew how to easily get access to it in a minimum time. Therefore, I came to the conclusion that he either got help from an insider at the Nobuhiro Zaibatsu, or that he himself WAS an insider.

After having observed all possible suspects from afar to study their daily routine, I discarded the possibility of the thief being an employee at Nobuhiro's enterprise.

Now, the second hypothesis of course proved itself to be rather tricky to validate.

I had no lead whatsoever and putting the entire staff on surveillance was a crazy thing to do, and thus I came to the next conclusion.

I needed to put a trap.

"The Ailles DeNoir" and "The Sphere of Luminescence" were both Nobuhiro's most profitable objects, who, each, have an estimated value of over ten million dollars.

With this new found motive I figured that, if the thief would strike again, and if it was really only Nobuhiro's fortune that he was after, he would follow the trend he had created and go for the 3rdmost profitable object Nobuhiro has put his eyes on.

"The Crystal Chalice of Ponterria", worth an estimated seven million dollars, arrived this night from a museum overseas and was currently stocked in a ware house near the docks of the city, waiting for daybreak to be taken to McFarlane & Associates' Auction House.

As I had asked for him to do, Nobuhiro placed over a 100 guards in the Chalice's perimeter, together with a large equipment of infrared lasers and high tech security gadgets.

Now, I am not an easily impressed man, but if this thief managed to break through the surprise we had prepared for him, he'd be worthy of my praise.

And in a sense, I was hoping for him to break through the security, just so I could exploit the success of the trap I had laid and follow him.

The hours were slowly creeping by while the morning hours steadily approached.

My eyes were fixed on the rooftop of the hangar a few buildings away so I had a view of all possible access routes; the six ceiling windows.

My watch told me that the first sign of dawn would be upon us soon and I began to wonder if my plan was going to fail after all.

It was only when I heard the gunshots going off from the inside that I realised my mistake.

By the time my team had gotten to the hangar it was already too late and 17 men had lost their lives, the artefact now gone without a trace.

I had forgotten about the basement.

As expected, the small ventilation grill that led to the underground ventilation shaft was out of its place. It hadn't seemed of much importance since the shaft gave out to the sea and there were no access routes from there. Yet, our thief had managed to find a way in, and with proof, the team I had stationed in the hall in front on the basement were out cold because of a sleeping gas.

"He got away, sir!"

I simply turned around and jumped into my car, hiding a small smile to myself. The operation hadn't been a complete failure.

The trap had been set, the bait had worked and now it wouldn't be long before my prey would feel my claws close around his neck.

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Mist clapped his phone closed and chuckled softly to himself, turning to the gorgeous blond and brunet man sitting on the couch on each side of him.

"Well, you guys, seems like my friend just bailed out on me, so what am I supposed to do with you now?" He gave them both an impish smile, "Anyone wants to drink something?"

Mist stood and walked over to the bar, rolling his eyes. The boys were cute and buffed, but their brains contained nothing but sawdust. Hardly worth the good hump...

"Three whisky sodas please, Toni."

"Wow, if I had known that you did threesomes, I would've brought a friend last time. Maybe then you would've wanted to see me again."

Mist's blue eyes slowly turned to the proprietor of the voice and a smile curled on his lips as he recognised the silver haired man sitting next to him, "Hi."

"Hey," Riku replied with a soft smirk, his eyes wandering towards the brunet's skimpy outfit. "Remember me?"

Mist snickered, "Sugardady 101…" He lifted himself up on a stool, still looking at him with a small smile.

"It's been a while…" Riku whispered softly, reminiscing about that night almost two months ago.

"How have you been?"

"Pretty good." Mist replied with a chuckle, "And you?"

The blond nodded in response and took his glass of Baileys, "I'm surprised you're still here, aren't you usually under the covers by this time of the night?" He said with a smirk, "No offence intended," He added with his hands held up against his chest.

Mist smiled a humourless smile, "Offence taken."

He turned to the bartender who had served him his drinks on a platter and lifted it up, ready to walk back to his seat in the back of the lounge, "If I need someone to watch over me, I'll get a dog."

Riku rolled his eyes, "You know I didn't mean it like that."

The brunet smiled coldly, "I don't know you, so no, I don't know if you really meant it or not."

Riku reached out to help him with the three glasses, "Mist, I'm sorry, ok? I was just glad to see a familiar face in here."

Mist took a breath and followed the glass Riku had taken off the platter to hold in his right hand.

"Most men, who are happy to see me, react a little different…"

Riku chuckled, "Well, believe me, I AM happy to see you again, considering the way we separated."

An amused eyebrow lifted on the brunet's face and he hauled his right shoulder coquettishly, "That wasn't my fault. You're the one who didn't want to finish breakfast."

Riku gave him a guilty expression, "Yeah… I kinda regret that now…"

Mist gave him a knowing smile from the corner of his left eye. He wouldn't admit it, and especially not to this man, but this was the first time a man had cared enough to come back and apologise after he had done him wrong. Not that it mattered anyway, it's not like he kept grudges over matters like these. But still, he wouldn't deny that it felt nice.

"So, maybe you want to go grab something to eat?"

Mist blinked and saw him looking at him again, as if the conversation never ended.

"Ok, maybe I could fix you some at my place," Riku continued on with a pensive look, "Seen as how the diner I know isn't open yet."

Another amused smile crossed the smaller male as he tried to figure this man out for once and for all. Why was it that while all other men he had been with had taken satisfaction in a one night stand, this attractive AND funny guy was here again, as persistent on being with him like the last time they talked.

"And tell me again, why should I go with you? Do I look famished to you?"

Riku let his eyes wander over his tight body again and shook his head resolutely, "Far from that."

Mist laughed and shook his head as he saw how realisation dawned on Riku's face and he winced.

"Wrong answer."

"I know!" Riku said with a grimace, covering his eyes with a hand. "That's not what I meant."

Mist laughed heartedly and turned to him fully now, still chuckling. "Then what did you mean?"

"I just wanted to repay you for the breakfast you made for me and that I didn't finish even though it was delicious."

Mist cocked his head to the side, "Aww, that's so sweet."

"Well, I'm a sweet guy and a nice cook," Riku smiled at the new set of giggles he received, "It's true, but perhaps you need to be convinced."

Mist looked at him again for a moment and then laid his eyes on the three glasses of whiskey that were now lying on the bar next to him. "Just breakfast, right?"

"Just breakfast, unless you want to do something else?" Riku said suggestively, approaching him and touching his left elbow with his right one.

Mist shook his head, pursing his lips, "No, breakfast should do."

"Breakfast should do…?" Riku echoed, watching how the little brunet moved away from the bar and began to make his way towards the exit of the room. "What about your drinks?"

"Let them come and get it themselves."

Mist gestured for them to go and Riku gladly followed him, feeling like he was on top of the world.

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A giggle sounded from underneath the black blankets, rapidly followed by a moan and a gasp.

"Feeling hungry yet?"

Mist chuckled at Riku pushing back the blankets that had been covering both of them with his head, his face all flushed as he blew a few of his damp platinum locks out of his eyes.

"You really know how to trick me into your bed, don't you?"

Riku laughed and bent over to press a kiss in Mist's throat, "Are you perhaps trying to justify your insatiable horniness with that petty excuse?"

They kissed each other hungrily, sending moans through the room once more while the forms underneath the covers began to move sensually in a distinguishable back and forth motion.

"Or," Riku whispered on top of his lips, "Is that your way of saying that I'm cute?"

Mist gave a pleasurable moan and arched his neck, "What if I'm insatiably horny because you're cute?"

Now it was Riku's turn to arch, "I don't think so," He halted in his words as they both groaned at a pleasurable stroke, "Because A;" He kissed him on his full lips again, "You would never admit that," He captured his wrists in his hands, pinning them down on each side of his head, "And B; because I'm not cute, but sizzling hot baby."

The brunet laughed again and Riku watched him as he felt like he was melting into him, loving how he could read the pleasure so easily off his face.

Mist was a mystery to him, one he had been thinking about for over two months. Riku was attracted to him now, he knew now for certain. A simple crush would've been gone by now, wouldn't it?

He was trying to understand the reason behind Mist's constant mistrusting behaviour when it came to emotional subjects and why he thought he needed sex to cover up his insecurities.

Riku knew he was beginning to fall for this guy and at the same time he wished that his efforts wouldn't be in vain.

Mist opened his eyes and their gazes met. How long had his heart been beating like crazy now? Why was it that this -stranger— had become so irresistible to him? When had he let his guard down?

He didn't want to feel scared like he knew he felt now -just a little. He couldn't let himself go through the same heartache and pain he had endured when—

No.

This was sex and nothing else.

"Riku…"

Sweet kisses rained down the long his throat and he bit his lower lip, running his now freed right hand through the soft, silken strands of his beautiful silver hair.

Wait— Beautiful hair and sweet kisses?

"Mist… I can't believe how good you feel around me…"

Crystal blue eyes shot open as his whole body arched underneath his and he cried out, hearing Riku's ragged breathing in his right ear as it whispered other sweet words.

They were not just having sex… This almost felt like they were—

"No…!" Mist suddenly whispered, his eyes closed again.

"No?" Riku wondered, lifting his head to see a tear roll down one of his cheeks. He thrust inside of him once more, deducing from the tightening muscles around his manhood that he had to be close to his orgasm and that he was perhaps not going hard enough for him to get there.

"Oh…!" Mist cried out again, holding on to him, "Yes…!"

"Yes?"

With a drawn out whimper the brunet came, throwing his head to the side and shaking from the continuing thrusts as well as from a blissful climax.

Riku collapsed on top of him after he had had his own release, breathing heavily.

"That was amazing…"

Mist didn't reply but stared at the ceiling with a preoccupied look on his face.

"Is something wrong?"

He looked at his handsome features, the strong and masculine lines of his lips and jaw, the mesmerizing set of clear aqua eyes and his small, cute nose… Why him? Why now?

He couldn't act out on these feelings, he knew this. It was way too dangerous for the both of them.

"Nothing," He then finally replied with an assuring smile, "I'm hungry now."

A satisfied smile formed on Riku's lips and he moved in to kiss him again. "Don't get up, I'll be right back."

Mist watched how Riku's gorgeous naked body walked towards the door and almost protested when he reached out to his boxers on a nearby chair to put them on. He held himself in, though he couldn't hide a small childish giggle that he muffled into his pillow.

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"You tricked me, you know."

"Explain to me how?" Riku replied, now scooping up some cherry jam up with a piece of bread as they were finishing their breakfast in bed.

"If I tricked you, it would mean that I made you do something that I wanted while all I wanted with you was this. Breakfast."

"Oh I can't believe you!" Mist laughed from above his cup of coffee, "Now you're saying that I'm the only one who wanted what we did?"

Riku crossed his arms over his chest, a mocking smirk on his lips, "Just admit it, kitty. You feel something for me."

"Oh God…" Mist rolled his eyes up to the ceiling with a chuckle, "Never!"

"Ok, fine," Riku now began to move out of the bed and stood, taking the tray in his hands, "Until next time then. I'm looking forward to it."

"I—W-What?" Mist grabbed a nearby bathrobe to cover himself with and jumped out of bed, following him into the kitchen, "There won't be a next time, Mr Smartass!"

"Is that so?" The blonde grinned, facing him again now that he had placed the tray on a nearby counter.

"Damn right it is!" Mist replied back.

"So if I accidentally would—" He leant close to him, reaching for an empty glass that stood behind the brunet and nearly missed his lips with his in the process. He briefly smirked as he heard him hold back a gasp.

"—meet you again in the street, what would you do?" He finished, staring him in the eyes now.

Mist couldn't deny it; he had wanted that kiss! And now that they were facing each other again, he found it suddenly hard to breathe.

"Why are you doing this, what's the purpose?"

"There's no specific purpose," Riku told him, hauling his shoulders and taking a step closer.

"I see…" His hands now moved up to rest on the brunet's hips, "I like," His eyes rolled towards his lips, "And I conquer."

Their lips connected briefly and he stared at him again.

Mist knew he was blushing for the first time in years because of -this—

Was he really falling for this guy already?

"Who are you?" Mist asked, feeling a little insecure—a feeling he had sworn to never experience again. This new situation was making him feel uneasy, but he somehow wished to see this -thing—that was happening to its end.

"What is it you do?"

And somehow, it felt good.

"I teach sociology at Mayfield University. My name is Riku Nakase and I'm currently 24 years old. I like Chinese and Thai food -remember that—and I have a 3rd degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and a 6th degree black belt in Karate. You may want to remember that too and I'm not being self-conceited here.

My favourite pass times are reading, riding on my newly acquired Harley, cooking and going out.

People describe me as being sociable, passionate, down to earth and persistent."

Mist couldn't help but chuckle.

"Let's add 'funny' too?" Riku said with a smile, bending his head to the side to look at him better.

"Have I eased your mind a little?" He whispered, reaching out to him and placing his right hand on his left cheek, "I'm not a monster in disguise, I promise."

When he moved in to kiss him again, Mist willingly let him, knowing now for certain that he had fallen.

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"Where have you been all day? I got tired of hearing that despicable voicemail song after having tried to reach you for the tenth time."

"I spent it with a friend," Mist giggled and jumped with his feet onto the laboratory table with graceful ease. "Aww, did you missed me?"

Fox only glared at him from above his microscope before resuming his analysis of whatever it was he was observing. "After last night? Hardly."

"Aww, not even a little?" The brunet asked, holding his right thumb and index finger slightly separated.

"Please get off the table, Mist."

With a slight pout he did as told, having clearly heard the icy tone in his voice.

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"Of course not, you only undermined my dignity and integrity with that 'gift' of yours." The blond male whispered, now standing to go check something on a computer on another desk in the back of the laboratory.

"Wha—"

He then returned with some test results and sat back down in his chair, ignoring Mist still standing there. "I'm not mad."

Mist had opened his mouth to say something, but decided not to and instead sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry if it offended you. I was just trying to help."

"Right."

"So, eh…" Mist began after a moment of silence, not sure how to continue, "Are we cool again?"

"As cool as can be, I guess." Fox indifferently said, looking back into the microscope.

"Come on, Rox!" Mist exploded, "I'm really sorry!"

Fox did not respond.

"Do you want me to get you another birthday present? Is that it?" The brunet tried again with a cheesy smile.

"I doubt I'll enjoy it, knowing your taste."

Mist groaned in annoyance, "Don't be like this."

"Like what?"

"Fine…" He plunged his hands in the back pockets of his black denims and began trudging towards the exit.

"Just as I thought."

"And what is it you thought, Rox?" Mist harshly whispered with his eyes closed, "You're like a rock when you get like that! I get that you didn't appreciate my gift but did you have to—"

"Not that, Mist! Come and take a look."

The brunet turned, still a little irritated but now curious nonetheless. "What is it?"

"This may mean trouble from now on…" Fox whispered with a slightly worried face, "We didn't foresee this so soon."

He took hold of a pair of tweezers and took something from underneath the microscope with it.

"What is that?" Mist wondered as they now were looking at a miniscule chip.

"We received new badges today. I found it concealed in it when I returned from work this afternoon. A tracker."

"You think that Nobuhiro…?"

"Has begun suspecting a section group of his scientific staff?" Fox whispered, taking the chip and placing it in a small glass container, "Could be. Or he's just keeping an eye on the whereabouts of his employees after office hours."

"Can he do that? I mean, he doesn't have the right to invade into people's privacy like that—"

"He can't. But a private detective can." The blond pensively said, now walking towards a cabinet at the other side of the room and placing the glass container in it.

Mist's eyes grew wide for a moment. "A detective…"

Fox nodded, "I think it would be wise to stop our activities for a while…"

A discontent expression grew on the other male's face as he heard that, not feeling much for this new plan. "One little tracker and you're already starting to chicken out…?"

"No," Fox gave him a reprimanding look, "I'm only saying that we need to be a little more careful now. Remember that only the staff had been notified."

Mist cocked his head to the side, "But if we do that, Nobuhiro will know that it's an employee who's responsible. You could get in trouble."

Fox smiled up at him, "And I who thought that you didn't care about me." He said jokingly before turning to look at the chip once more.

"What are you talking about?" Mist asked. He then bent over and embraced him, "I wuv you. You know that, don't you?"

Fox closed his eyes, but refused to let his heart lead his actions, knowing that he wouldn't be able to control them if he did. He cleared his throat, "Back to the matters at hand."

The brunet chuckled and let go of him.

"So what are we going to do?"

Fox smiled confidently, "I may be a research scientist, but I happen to be, for lack of a better word, a computer geek too. I can easily corrupt the emitter and alternate the frequency of the emission."

Mist nodded, "Right. In English now?"

"I can send out wrong positional coordinates if I change the settings of this thing."

"Cool!"

"Well, it'll take me some time to figure out the original settings and parameters, but I think that by the end of the weekend it'll be done." He said, turning around again to face the black haired male with a smirk.

Mist zipped up his leather jacket, "So Fabian has been informed?"

"Yes, I have informed him. He and I will meet this week."

"Then it's still on for the next mission?"

Fox stood, took off his white scientist jacket and hung it away, "I had a video conference with RubyRed not long before you arrived and she affirmed to me that her team is ready for the job now that Emerald has successfully accomplished her last one." He reached towards a black tuxedo vest and put it on.

"They could've let me do it…" Mist said with a slight pout.

Fox gave him a sympathising smile, "She's more skilled in underwater situations than you are, Mist. We needed her experience in order to bring the chalice back out in one piece." His eyes then noticed what Mist was wearing and he halted, "Are you going dressed like that?"

Mist looked down at his outfit that consisted out of black three-quarter pants, grey Dr. Marten's boots, black socks and a black, semi-formal un-tucked shirt. "It's her 5th wedding, who cares how I go."

"She would care. Even if she doesn't know you're still alive, she's still your mother."

Mist gave an impatient groan and rolled his eyes, "Compared to three years ago I've contained myself now. I removed all the facial piercing I had! All 12 of them."

"You kept the nose piercing," Fox remarked with a chuckle, "And I also see that you've had the piercing you had underneath your lip shot back in."

Mist snickered and hauled his shoulders, "Hey, she said: 'Only two piercing the next time I see you'."

"She meant earrings."

"I know." He laughed back as he opened the door. "But I decided not to wear them tonight."

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The doors to the lavish grand living room opened and a beautiful young woman stepped in. Her long brown hair swayed gracefully behind her as her black stilettos walked over the beige marble floor towards the man waiting for her near the hearth.

He turned to face her, having heard her high heels click-clacking over the floor before they came to a stop. His eyes fell on her attractive figure, from her high, black pencil skirt to her white tucked in shirt and modest cleavage. He smiled at her and beckoned for her to come and sit in a chair near the fire.

Her knees crossed over each other underneath her skirt and she waited patiently for her host to take a seat in front of her.

"I'm curious to hear what you've come up with to discredit us this time, Nobuhiro."

Sephiroth only smirked at her and pressed his fingertips against each other with a calculating look on his features.

"You're the only ones to blame for your recent fiasco, Miss DeLucci. I would appreciate it, if you didn't play these childish games."

She raised an eyebrow at this and gave him a smile, "Of course not, those are your territory."

He chuckled and pursed his lips, contemplating his next words carefully. DeLucci & Fabian Inc was his most threatening concurrent and it was certain that this private meeting would reach the prying clutches of the press if he did not handle it carefully. The executive CEOs of that company, Lenne DeLucci and her ex-husband Seymour Fabian were, even if it was no secret that they abhorred each other, a redoubtable power couple business-wise.

"As you may have heard already, the Crystal Chalice of Ponterria has been stolen 24 hours ago," Sephiroth said, standing now and moving towards the bar behind him to pour some dark red wine into two glasses.

"A cup we both were trying to acquire," Lenne said, reaching for the glass of wine he offered her.

"Yes," He gave her a brief piercing look before turning towards his seat and sitting himself down.

"Did your special agent find out anything yet?" Lenne questioned.

"Apparently he was right with his theory of the thief being one of our employees, since the news of the chalice's arrival hadn't been released to the press yet."

"We've taken the necessary measures on our side as well; only our staff knew of the arrival," She said, crossing her arms over her chest, "It won't be long now."

"You sound very sure of yourself, whilst it is my agent who did all of the work?" Sephiroth's jade eyes were observing her closely from over his glass of wine.

She smiled at him and placed her glass on the low table, "Once this ridiculous affaire is behind us, you'll be able to drop your suspicions about my company."

"Perhaps."

She placed her right hand fingers against her right temple as she leant with her elbow on an arm of the chair, "Are you forgetting that we got robbed as well now?"

"No," He said returning her cocky smile, "I'm only saying that the suspect is among one of our staffs and that there is still a larger chance of him being your employee than mine."

Lenne laughed heartedly at that, "Are you a hundred percent sure that your staff wouldn't do a thing like that? I never knew you were the most loved employer in town, Mr Nobuhiro."

"Bragging about staff loyalty won't convince me, Miss DeLucci, it only makes me more suspicious," Sephiroth said, his smile now gone, "Any of your loyal 'subjects' could've committed the robberies in an attempt to bring me down."

"No matter how much your accusations amuse me, Nobuhiro, I will not sit here and listen to you calling my employees criminals and in doing so undermine my ethical and moral views," She replied, her eyes now narrowing themselves as she stood again, "Your downfall will only by caused by mistakes proper to your undeniable lack of integrity and disregard of business morale."

"We will see, Miss DeLucci. My investigation is still ongoing," He said, looking up at her from his chair.

"And I won't stop until I've figured out your share in this affaire."

"Is that a threat, Nobuhiro?" Lenne then whispered from between her teeth, eying him angrily.

A butler then walked through the door and bowed to his master, "Sir, your 9 o'clock is here to see you."

A wicked smirk then appeared on the platinum haired man's face and he nodded, "Please let him in."

"I believe we're done here," Lenne said, beginning to walk to the door. "It's starting to get late."

"Please, Miss DeLucci, stay a little while longer," Sephiroth spoke, "and meet my private detective."

Her surprise was unmistakable and it made him smirk even more as the awaited man pushed open the door and stepped in.

"Riku Nakase, please meet Lenne DeLucci, CEO of the multinational DeLucci & Fabian Inc."

Riku stepped up to the long haired brunette and held out his hand for her to take, "Pleased to meet you."

Lenne took his hand and shook it, "The pleasure is mine."

Unbeknownst to Nobuhiro, a satisfied smile grew on her voluptuous lips that Riku returned with a knowing gaze.

"I have a personal appointment, Nobuhiro," Lenne then spoke, turning around a last time.

"I cannot afford myself to be late."

Sephiroth stood and nodded, "Please have a pleasant evening further, Miss DeLucci."

Lenne turned back towards the platinum haired young man standing next her, "It was nice meeting you."

"It was nice meeting you too, Miss DeLucci," Riku whispered with a bow of his head and then watched her walk towards the door.

"Such a beautiful young woman…" Sephiroth whispered with a hint of regret.

"She seems very hardened in what she does," Riku added, now sitting down on the chair Lenne had previously taken place in.

"Oh yes… Most definitely," He looked back at the door again as a pensive look settled on his face, "Most definitely…"

Lenne was now stepping down the stairs in front of the Nobuhiro residence towards the limo awaiting her.

"If there's a man I hate more than you, than it's him."

Lenne sat herself on one side of the limo, facing a tall silver blue haired man who sat at the other side.

"Don't worry," He spoke looking at the grant house a last time before the car began to move, "As long as Lune keeps giving him a reassuring feeling of being on the winning hand, we have him right where we want him."

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ToBeContinued…

-BDP-