Chapter 176 - Broken Ivy Part I

*UNEDITED*

Meanwhile at W headquarters

A girl with long pink hair, exhales deeply, it's time to take a break. Even for her she can only run on caffeine for so long. She stood up and left her desk. Even if it's that man, the fact that he managed to decode the final piece of the structure in one go is amazing. However just decoding it is only one step. The last part of the structure though, he didn't say what message was written there. Fortunately everyone saw that as a sign of it not being important; however those close to him aren't easily dismissing it. Everyone's probably thinking the same thing right about now.

The remaining part of the message is for Setsura; and that's why that person didn't disclose it. For Akito and for Setsura's sake, everyone is working hard towards a future built on peace and harmony. It's not something that can properly be achieved in their generation; and to what extent the sparks of conflict that will remain the next few years depend on who will win. If they end up losing, everything could go starting down hill within a year. But if they win, they can hold it back for at most a couple of years; until the next generation are ready to take over.

She really is tired though. Instead of taking a walk, it would be best to take a nap. 

Hearing a large yawn, Natasha jumps startled. Her thoughts broke of, "Man, that was a mice nap. It's a good thing that nobody was here, it's uncomfortable taking naps in this public space."

Her eyes went wide seeing who it was. Why is he here? No no, it's only natural. This is the W base, even if his membership isn't really officially. Top personal from many groups gather here anytime, that's why she's here. So, they must have called him to. This man is her former fiance, Mori

"Hmm? What's this, Natasha. Your going take a nap?"

"No, I was heading to the printers," it was an obvious lie. However, Natasha didn't want anything to do with this person anymore. She tried to get past him, but he was blocking her way.

"Hmmm. That's not how I see it, you have panda looking eyes. If you don't sleep you won't be able to help out in the front lines. Look at me, I'm about to take my fifth nap."

"I'm well aware of that."

Or rather why does it seem like he is showing of? What a frustrating and hard to understand man. She's never met anybody so unreasonable, until she met him. Due to her line of work, Natasha meets so many people daily. She deals with all kinds of people. However, Natasha has never met somebody who annoyed her more than this person.

Her eyes went wide when he reached over and grabbed a hold of her hand. "On second thoughts, sleeping by myself doesn't seem right. Stay with me?" 

It wasn't a request, it was a demand. Natasha knew better than to go along with him. However, she couldn't break free from his grip.

She shouldn't have come inside. Natasha regrets it no sooner, when he shuts the doors behind him. Despite entering, Natasha maintained her distance from him. She sat on one of the futons, but at the very edge.

"Hn? You don't have to stay so far away," Mori seemed amused with her actions.

The fact that she even came inside here with him is surprising enough. Natasha sighs deeply, this place is usually so full. How come it's empty today? With a quick scan of the room, Natasha could not see the usual people slacking off. 'Those guys, why are they working so seriously so suddenly?' Usually people would use the nap room to slack. But, why aren't they here today? How frustrating.

"This distance is fine."

"I see, so the rumours of you taking your engagement seriously is real eh. . The famous Chauncet Long? I heard he's quite the man. If the rumours are correct, then he must have touched you already."

Don't mind it. Don't mind his words. He's only trying to rely you that. 

"It's not like you to get involved with a guy like that though. Huh, could it be that the s.e.x is that good? "

That did it, Natasha turned around and reached over to slap him, yet he grabbed hold of her hands before she could do so. 

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, "Your finally turning to look at me properly Natasha."

"What do you want? After all this time, what could you possibly. .," she paused when she the expression on his face, Natasha averts her gaze. Why did she shout? She looks stupid.

"Natasha, isn't it okay? Your not married yet are you?"

She doesn't want to. She doesn't want to get swept in to this moment. He doesn't care about her, he never has. He has never once cared. He's only ever seen her as his sisters friend. It'll never be anything more. She's old enough to make her own decisions.

....

It felt wrong; and she regretted it the second she followed him inside his apartment, which was close by.

"Hn? What, your leaving?" Mori woke up at the same time as her. No, he probably woke up before then. Natasha didn't want to look at him anymore, she knew what kind of expression he had on his face.

"I have to get back to work." 

Where did her shirt go? Natasha scanned the room, but Mori reaches over and slides his hands down her bare waist, "I already contacted the main office, you don't have to go back. Rather, did you think I'd let you leave after you stepped in to my place?"

"Why did you suggest your place?"

"Hmm? Would you rather have it done in a place where people pass by?'

"No."

For a split second it just seemed like he was being considerate of her. No no he wouldn't do that. Her thoughts traced back to what happened before. It looked like a reporter followed her; and Mori fought him . . at least that's what she could remember before she passed out.

"What, you think I killed him?" he propped up on his elbow, amused, clearly having read her thoughts. 

Natasha rolled to her side to face him. "You didn't?" She thought the man was long dead already. Such a thing occurs in the mafia society all the time. Natasha has long learned to be indifferent with these matters.

A loud chuckle escaped from his lips, he shook his head as he looked at her.

Mori for a packet of cigarettes on the nightstand behind him. "Want some?"

"I don't smoke now."

Mori sat up and lit the stick in his mouth. "Suit yourself. You never know though you might need to investigate the man you just slept with."

He was joking, and mocking her of course. But Natasha no longer cared about her dignity. She did just sleep with him, even if things with Chauncey are bad. What on earth is she thinking? However, the engagement in the first place was only for show. Chauncey himself told her that she could have other relationsh.i.p.s.

Natasha reached over to caress the wound on his face. "Did you, fight with Akito? I saw something similar on him."

"Yeah, I did."

She doesn't have to ask why they fought. After all, she's always known it. The one girl that Mori treats differently is that servant woman named Mizuna. 

Ah ah, why does she always have to fall in to hopeless romances? Why does she fall for people who are in love with other women? It doesn't seem right. He doesn't ask whether they could go again, as she was pulled onto his lap and he began to tear away the clothes she just put on. Once again leaving her exposed, and vulnerable.

It felt wrong and she started to panic. She shouldn't be here; in this place, alone with him. 

Mori however didn't sense her discomfort, why would he? This man has only had one thing in his mind. He pulled his tongue away from her mouth and bit her bottom lip, causing a trial of blood to flow. "Natasha, your good at kissing now eh? That's a bonus."