Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Pearly ❯ Homeovestism ( Chapter 33 )

Chapter Thirty-Three: Homeovestism:

March 2nd, 2010.

9:38 p.m.

Tsuzuki gently broke off the kiss. His hand went for her headpiece. He set her reddish brown locks free from all decoration. His bride still looked at with big eyes as Tsuzuki ran his fingers through her hair. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I won't hurt you," Tsuzuki whispered. His hands moved to her pink and white obi. In one swift move, he pulled the patterned silk and discarded it. Anna's eyes followed him as he returned to kissing her. His lips moved to her ear.

"I have a little gift for you," he whispered. The bride glanced up at him as Tsuzuki sat up over her.

"Close your eyes," he said. The "virgin" bride complied.

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April 17th, 2010.

9:00 p.m.

Tsuzuki got an invitation this morning. A folded black and red paper slid under his door. He noticed after he got out of the shower. Hm? What is this? Tsuzuki picked up the paper and looked over it. No signature or return address. His eyes narrowed at the content. What the hell? Tsuzuki slowly unfolded the paper and looked inside.

Meet me at Club Bittersweet at 9:00 tonight.

Red flags went up in his mind. He's trying to snare me! Yet, he couldn't ignore this. So, here he was tonight. Tsuzuki looked at his watch. Who exactly was he meeting? Asmodeus just wouldn't appear like this; too easy. Maybe a honey trap? Not like him to use the same trick twice. This guessing game isn't working, Tsuzuki thought. It was then he became aware of someone sitting next to him. Tsuzuki moved his eyes to his right. A charming face gave him a cat-like smile. The shinigami nearly jumped.

"What the?!" he yelped. The younger man grinned at him.

"Do forgive me," he said. "I didn't mean to startle you." Tsuzuki blinked at such a pretty face.

"Uh… who are you?" he asked.

"I'm here to service you all night," the younger man said.

"Oh, no!" Tsuzuki said, waving his hand back and forth. "I'm married!" The shinigami held up his hand, pointing to his ring in inference. The suited younger man didn't change his tone.

"So?" he asked. "What's wrong with a little fun on the side?" His hand rested on Tsuzuki's knee. The shinigami fought to keep his composure.

"Everything," he replied. "It's cheating." He tried not to look into those handsome brown eyes of his.

"How is any of this cheating?" he challenged. His hands inched up Tsuzuki's thigh. The other man swatted his hand away.

"Stop," he said. The host gave him an innocent look.

"You look so tense," he said. His voice sounded smoother than perfumed oil. Coupled with his angelic beauty, Tsuzuki really had a hot mess by his side.

"Look," he said. "I don't want any trouble." The tempting host gave him a devilish grin.

"But you already have found it, haven't you?" he asked. The shinigami furrowed his brows.

"Huh?" he asked. Those beautiful eyes turned devilishly dark.

"My master has a message for you," he hissed. Tsuzuki's eyes widened.

"Master?" he asked. He drew out his fuda from under his jacket. The host cuddled up close to the shinigami.

"Now hold on," he cooed. "I'm a peace-loving man."

"Who are you?" Tsuzuki hissed. "What do you want with me?"

"I only want to propose a game," the host said. Tsuzuki narrowed his eyes at him.

"What are you saying?"

"Just a little game of hide-and-seek." The host stuck up his hand. "Waiter! A bottle of your finest plum sake for our guest."

"I'm not thirsty," Tsuzuki muttered under his breath. The host pretended not to hear him. He turned his attention to the shinigami.

"My master wants you to find his vessel before it blooms," he whispered.

"And then what?" Tsuzuki asked.

"If you win, you get to walk away unharmed."

"And what happens when I lose?"

The angelic devil sat back, smirking. "I get one night with your wife. Or rather, that kitsune of hers."

Tsuzuki's glared at him. "Like hell you will!" The handsome devil tried to shush him.

"Please keep your voice down," he said. He smiled afterwards. "Though, I have to admit, your anger is strangely attractive." Tsuzuki clutched his fuda.

"Who the hell are you?" he hissed. That blonde-black haired devil smirked.

"I'm just an innocent male geisha who only wishes to entertain the bored and beautiful," he said.

"Liar," the shinigami hissed. His host reached into his own jacket and pulled out a card.

"He is all that you need to know about me," he said as he handed it forward. Tsuzuki took it and read over it. The host pressed his fingers together.

"You really are quite sexy," he confessed. "I almost want to take you to a hotel and really service you. But, I'll give you a clue to the game, instead." Tsuzuki glanced up at him.

"What did you say?" he asked. The male geisha licked his lips.

"The vessel is not what it seems," he said. Tsuzuki gave him a blank stare.

"What does…?" he began to ask. The male geisha gently put his finger to the shinigami's lips. Tsuzuki's face burned hot as the man smiled.

"Shhh," he whispered. "Just enjoy the silence and sake." Tsuzuki tried to speak again, but the suited male geisha shushed him again. In the end, the shinigami sat back glaring.