Alright I know I shouldn't even be starting new stories, but I couldn't resist the urge. So here it is, something else for me to finish whenever I have spare time. It's just for fun though, so it's gonna be a little crazy and weird and possibly over the top, but well, it will be fun! Haha.
Warning to everyone, craziness shall ensue. In good or bad ways...well, that's subjective, ain't it?
So, presenting my new story,
Nocturne.
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File #01The sound of water running in the bathroom was making him more excited than he already was, pacing around the luxurious hotel room in nothing but a bathrobe.
The lights were already dimmed in anticipation of what was to come, and he could barely resist the urge to simply charge into the bathroom and take the girl there and then; the only thing stopping him was the fact that he wanted to fully enjoy her in more comfortable surroundings.
That and, he
was a gentleman, after all. The lady had asked for time to prepare, and he would graciously grant her that time. After all, they had the whole night to themselves.
Stopping by the large mirror at the dresser, he gave himself a once over. A bit pale, though fairly buff as the result of regular gym workouts. Plain looks, rather unremarkable, but not ugly by any means.
He did not look particularly impressive, that much he acknowledged, but he held himself with a certain cockiness that a mixture of breeding and wealth had cultivated. He had social standing, and a trust fund that could feed a 3rd world nation for a year.
Looks were secondary to all the material possessions he had. And naturally, he could afford the best of women, such as the delectable sample currently taking her time in the bathroom.
The sound of water trickled to a stop, halting his steps as he looked expectantly towards the door.
He was not disappointed. His breath seemed to stop as his goddess stepped out in a loosely tied bathrobe, her wet hair glistening in a way that seemed to entice his very soul to touch it. Her skin had a faint flush to it, and the tiny face that seemed so innocently childlike was contrasted with the naughty grin gracing her lips, topped off with a dangerously predatory look in those deceptively doe-like eyes.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." How could anyone sound so innocent yet so seductive at the same time? He had certainly struck gold this time.
Smirking in what he believed to be a charming way, he moved closer to his angel, leaning in to kiss her...but was stopped by a soft finger to his lips.
"Patience." Her breath was soft, like a spring breeze. As she glided past him, the sleeve of her bathrobe seemed to accidentally (not) slip down one shoulder, revealing tender white flesh that seemed ripe for ravishing. He swallowed, trying to discreetly pick his jaw up from the floor.
He was not entirely certain how long it was in between trailing hopelessly behind her and him finally snapping and pushing her back onto the bed, hungrily devouring her lips and tearing at the flimsy bathrobe. He wanted to feel her, taste her,
take her...
In between throes of ecstasy and exquisite agony , he found a new heaven in the angel's arms...
~*~*~
She flicked her damp hair away from her face, rolling her naked form easily out of the fluffy bed. Fluffy beds weren't her thing, it gave her a backache. Among other things, of course.
"Fu~" She puffed out a quick breath, walking unashamedly naked around the hotel room to pick up her clothes. Slipping into her outfit took mere moments; she had long since mastered the art of dressing quickly.
Pulling on her leather gloves, she shook her head, letting her hair scatter out messily as she walked around the room, arranging a few things in choice ways and scattering a few other things around. Once down, she pulled off her gloves and tucked them in her handbag, moving into the bathroom to briefly recheck her appearance, as well as redoing her makeup...or should I say, disguise?
Another deep breath, a calculated glance brushing coolly through the orchestrated chaos. The setup was perfect, her mind running through the scenario even as her body copied the motions.
Here, I realized. Frightened, I push him away. She walked herself through the whole thing, even tearing her clothes a little at choice areas to heighten the impression of panic.
And now, I flee. Directionlessly. Yanking the door open, running haphazardly with a horrified look on her face. Deliberately looking full into a camera during her messy escape, creating the image she sought.
Orchestrated chaos. The haphazard run down the streets, into a dark alley. And then, the perfect end. Trip, fall, and impaled. End of story.
Down to the last detail.
~*~*~
"And on other news, Haruna Ichiro, the son of respected politician Haruna Junichi was found dead in Hotel Grand Central from suspected overdose of an unidentified drug, believed to be an underground aphrodisiac. Police are investigating the matter..."Click. The screen shut off into blank grey.
On cue, the phone rang. Delicate fingers picked up the receiver. "Yes?"
"Good job. Your account will be credited with the remaining balance as we speak."
"Excellent. Now if you'll leave me be, I'm due for a manicure in about a half hour."
A pause. Then a chuckle.
"Same as always eh? My beautiful, deadly butterfly."
"I'm hardly yours, old man." Amusement. "Go screw those pretty boys you always have around you and leave me alone."
"Touche. Is that how you speak to your sensei?"
"
Later, Ta-kun."
~*~*~
Click.
The dapper man in his early 30s stared at his phone for all of two seconds, then turned away with a shrug. His thin lips were pressed into a tight smirk as he contemplated the metropolitan skyline of downtown Tokyo.
Somewhere out there, his protege, his pride, was out there. The daughter he never had, the daughter he never would have. Beautiful, and deadly, as he had named her earlier.
"Don't be too reckless now, my dear..." He murmured, tracing a slender finger on the glass. Bulletproof and shatterproof. A hazard of the business, but necessary.
A beep. He turned, sparing a glance at his computer. Orders from the top again, it would seem. He sat down in his plush leather chair, scanning the information with practiced ease.
"Seems like we have a job again, my Lovely..."
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If there's anyone to blame for me writing this, blame poe-chan.
She inspired me to do this. Haha.
So. Read and comment. Please?