[2 fanfics] The Storms Within the Red Wall
After a long dry spell of no Maotsujun writing from me... I bring 2 works. ^_^;; One of them is a time piece and the other is a modern story... I might continue... I might not. It'll have to depend on the time I have.
I do hope you enjoy it, it has been a REALLY long time since I've written anything dealing with MaoxJun... and so here it is. Without further delay...
Title: Siege of the Red Wall
Author: Muah!
Rating: PG-13/R
Genre: Alternate Universe Drama/Romance (Timeline: World War II)
Spoilers: N/A
Warnings: Some intimate scenes will ensue itself upon the story in the later chapters, but other than that, perhaps a few innuendo situations, violence, and harsh language is the norm in most epic love stories, ne?
Chapter One: The Unexpected Purchase
Winter was the most bittersweet of all the seasons in 1940. The grounds of Tokyo were frozen stiff and it made the short trip from the train station a grueling one, since they weren't given adequate shoes; the most anyone girl was given was snow shoes without even so much as a worn pair of shoes to wear atop it. Socks had never been of such luxury as it was that winter for the 415th group of women whom made the same journey as the previous women did all the many weeks before.
That was what happened in war. That's what happened to the innocent during war. As such is the way of the the world.
Mei-Shien Wei walked as she had always walked in China but the grounds in Japan were different. The air was different here, she thought as as the clouds climbed over each other as that of soldiers climbing over the dead. Her utter disgust must have been apparent on her face because one of the large Japanese soldiers came up to her and grabbed her by the face and started yelling at her. 'What an idiot. He must be one of the most stupidest men I have ever met. He knows that I do not understand a damn thing that he's saying but he still raves on and on like a mad man.' she thought to herself as he pushed her face away. Staggering from the weight of the force, Mei-Shien slipped on the icy ground and landed on hard on her hip. As it was, her hands were tied behind her back, thus there was no way she could possibly brace the impact.
Other soldiers started yelling at her this time. Probably to get her sorry ass up and keep walking. Try as she might, Mei-Shien finally gave up trying to get up without support and began to crawl and slide upon the frozen earth towards the destinate building. The soldiers pointed and laughed at her actions in the most cruel and wicked way. If she were not bounded by the hands, she thought, surely she would have plummeted each and everyone of those moronic soldiers until they were begging her for mercy.
Finally making it to the wall of the wooden building, Mei-Shien pushed herself to a standing position, using the wall as a brace. Trying not to fall again, she walked in with the other fifty girls and soon they were in the warmth of the establishment. The walls were made from dark wood and the lights that lit the back room was hardly bright enough to make sure they didn't step on any broken glass or even dead rats. The smell of musk and mold permeated the air and a film of smoke from the kitchen lay thick over the entire back half of the place.
Mei-Shien could hardly stand from sheer exhaustion and because she could feel the pain from her side moving slowly making it's way down her legs. As her eyes began to droop, an older woman walked into the room.
She said something to the men in the back and then, with a loud bang, the shouji door slammed shut. The refined woman silently stared at the girls, her eyes like that of a dragon looking at a buffet of prey. Then, suddenly, she snapped her head towards Mei-Shien. The young Chinese girl felt herself recoil as half-lidded eyes pierce her own. Then parting the crowd of girls, the woman walked straight up to Mei-Shien and asked in a croaky voice, “How old are you?” in perfect Mandarin.
Mei-Shien felt her eyes widen in shock but soon swallowed her nerves before saying quietly, “23, madame.” Her heart pounded in her chest as she awaited the response to her answer but none came.
As a matter of fact, the old woman said no more than that but took a long looked at the younger girl before turning to the four servants. In a curt voice, her voice boomed to them to get the baths ready.
* * * * *
The bath was not one that Mei-Shien (and probably all of the other girls) had expected. They were hosed down like animals with boiling hot water and soaked in bath oils and beads of some sort to get all the dirt and grim from beneath their finger nails while making each girl scrub her own feet with rough stones. They were shaved and doused with flower scented perfume before sent off to get their hair done. Thirty minutes later, the women were squeezed into the stiff, rib crushing kimonos before sent in for inspection.
Mei-Shien was in the middle of fiddling with the long sleeves of her dark blue kimono and chewing on her lips when it was her turn. The cranky woman that washed her up, had finally snapped her fingers for Mei-Shien to follow her into the head mistress's room. The room was brightly lit with a large lantern hanging from the ceiling and a smaller one in the middle of the room, where it sat monotonously next to the refined women Mei-Shien had met earlier.
Clearing her throat, Mei-Shien swept the lower half of the kimono beneath her and knelt before the woman in front of her before bowing deeply.
The head mistress sat quietly, smoking her long pipe and simply stared across the low table at the young woman that sat biting her lips in front of her.
“Your name?” came the curt voice.
“Mei-Shien Wei, madame.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Excuse me...?”
“Have you ever had sex with a man before?”
“I do not understand the relavence-”
“I can't give you a price tag if I don't know if you are a virgin or not.”
The words was like a strip of lighting slicing her insides apart. Mei-Shien's eyes blinked violently as she tried her best not to cry as the reality of her situation began to crystallize in front of her. Memories of her beloved mother and sister flashed in front of her eyes as she looked at the woman who sat malevolently across from her waiting for an answer.
Should she answer truthfully. Or should she lie. Either way, it seemed as though her options were pitifully daunting. Finally, muscling up what little dignity she had left, Mei-Shien answered rigidly, “I am... a... virgin.”
The woman slowly nodded and then spoke in a matter of fact fashion, “I would have found out eventually, you know. It would have done you no good to lie to me.” She grabbed a small slip of paper and then switched it with another as she saw the name that was written on the paper. That man, Shinji Ito, who came every night to the brothel, was one of the most vial beings that ever walked the earth, and even the head mistress, whom have seen all types of men walk into her brothel, absolutely despised him. Never had she hated a paying customer as much as she hated this man. The man would use her women like they were animals, thoroughly beat the girls and then send them back asking for a fresh virgin instead of one of the “used girls”. The head mistress was not about to waste such a precious young flower such as Mei-Shien to a man such as that.
Perhaps the next woman will have to just deal with the beast.
Turning her attention to the other piece of paper that had a new name on it, she smirked at the suggested price written on it. 'Such a hefty price for a woman...' the head mistress thought and then looked up at Mei-Shien and her smirk grew into a malicious smile, 'but perhaps he will get his money's worth with her. She seems the feisty type anyway.'
“Your new name will be Mao. You will start working tonight. We have a very special guest tonight. He is the commander of the unit that brought you in, so do not misbehave. He's a well respected, well paying customer. Let's make sure that his first time here is one he will never forget. Understood?”
Laughing at Mei-Shien's utter disbelief and distraught, the head mistress handed the slip of paper to the servant before saying, “Make sure that Mao-chan eats. She is about to have a very long night.”
* * * * *
Commander Matsumoto Jun was a man whom had no business in such an establishment as this one. In actuality, he had no business in this type of military unit in the first place. Had it not been for his chest injury months ago, he would still be able to join his men in battle this very evening. But instead he was sent over to the special transport unit. He found the work absolutely despicable but did not argue with his commanding officer.
The men in this unit were the worse of the worse. They were unclean, spoke improper Japanese, horrendously stupid, and simply had nothing else on their minds except sake, food, and sex.
He on the other hand, he personally could not stand such an operation, believing that his leadership and battle skill were being wasted. As a matter of fact, he desperately wanted to opt out of the invitation tonight to come and actually pay for the services of such a business, but the men insisted in celebrating his new position and thus here he was.
Jun waited calmly, if not stiffly, in the dimly lit room. His eyebrows raised a bit as he noticed the warm bottle that sat at the low table as well as two small sake dishes. Other than that though, there was only the small lantern in the middle of the room and one large futon next to the window. Figuring that he will be here all night, Jun decided to pull out a novel from the confines of his briefcase.
Placing the book on the low table and turning to the page in which he had flagged, Jun began to read silently.
Yet mere minutes later, he heard the shouji door open followed by a shuffle of feet.
* * * * *
Mao was not sure what she was to expect when she walked into the room, but she was very sure that the did not expect such a man to come into a brothel to be reading. 'He's probably a pervert who wants me to act out scenes from a lewd novel. The ill reputed bastard!
Probably having fun choosing a scene right now!' Mao thought bitterly.
Finally kneeling down, after sweeping her kimono underneath her legs, Mao spoke up in broken Japanese, “Your tea is here, sir.”
The man did not respond but simply brought out a piece of parchment and a pen. He scrawled something on the paper and then handed it to her with the pen. Taking the paper and writing utensil, Mao roughly understood the Chinese characters in the Japanese sentence, “Leave...next... to... door.”
Understanding what he was trying to convey, she assumed that he was mute and shifted her weight so that she could push the tray of tea towards the door. Then, a realization struck her.
Did this mean he wanted to get straight to business. She eyed him suspiciously and then gathering all her courage, she wrote on the piece of paper, “Are you sure, sir? The tea will surely get cold if you wait.”
Pushing the piece of paper onto the table, Mao waited for him to respond. But instead, he chuckled, a deep rumble that shook her to the very core of her being.
The man turned around slowly to see the woman for the time since she had entered the room and was a bit taken aback at what he saw. A beautiful young woman with deep brown, doe-like eyes and a face of fine porcelain stared back at him. Her deep blue kimono with white sakura blossoms at the fringes of the sleeves beautifully adorned with a shiny white obi wrapped her young figure bringing out the fineness of her creamy skin. And although his face maybe devoid of all emotions right then, he felt his inside churn but a bit.
His eyes were the first thing that Mao noticed as he turned around. The depths of those brown eyes that hid itself behind the shadows of half lidded eyes. There was a fire and intensity in his eyes. Had it been any other situation she would have found him extremely attractive. But given the circumstances at the moment, Mao was extremely intimidated by such a look.
Taking a deep breath, Jun bowed to Mao and then said slowly, “I am Matsumoto Jun. Your name is...?”
Taken aback at first that he wasn't a mute, Mao soon tilted her head to one side, confusion etched on her pretty face. The image was almost more than Jun could stand but if he was effected by such a cute look, his face did not belie his feelings. Instead, he turned around and began to write his question.
Handing the paper to Mao again when he finished, Mao quizzically accepted it. A bright look crossed her face filled with enlightenment at what he was inquiring once she puzzled through the Japanese written sentence. 'The light bulb turned on up there I suppose.' Jun thought to himself dully.
Ready to put her Japanese skills to the test, Mao spoke again in her broken Japanese, “I am Mao. Nice to meet you.”
Jun raised an eyebrow at her Chinese infused Japanese but did not make a comment on it and merely said, “It's a pleasure to meet you Mao-san.”
With that he turned back around and began to read again.
Mao did not understand the logic of this man at all but she was sure that he was loosing money every minute that ticked by. And yet... he sits there... reading!
Not that she wasn't grateful for his aloof attitude, but it was truly out of the norm. Why would he come to a brothel to simply read? It was truly perplexing. She was deep in thought, all this time still on edge at the idea that he would simply attack her, that she did not notice that he got up to grab the tray of tea from the door and walked it himself to the table.
Mao snapped out of her stupor, her body moved on its own accord and softly placed her hand atop his as he grabbed the handle of the pot of tea. Jun's head snapped up towards Mao, surprised by the boldness behind her actions, but composed himself before removing his hand from the handle. He was not sure what he would do if she accidentally touched him again.
Mao, shocked at her own forwardness, nearly snatched her hand back but she refrained as she tried to communicate her intentions through her eyes. Seeing him retreat his hand, Mao took it as a go to be the one whom pours the tea for him.
Trying to concentrate on the words of the page, Jun willed the foreign feelings that began to develop inside him. Hearing the tea cup click against the polished wood of the table, Jun looked up to Mao whom sat back and shyly stared at the leg of the table, not being able to meet his gaze.
“Arigatou gozaimasu, Mao-san.” Jun said slowly hoping that she would be able to understand what he was trying to say without having to write it down.
Mao bowed to him that she understood and finally silence filled the room again. And it stayed that way for the rest of the night.
When he was about to leave, Jun placed his book back in his bag and saw that Mao had nodded off to sleep. The look of serenity was definitely something that he thought he could get use to. Then an idea struck him. Pulling out a sheet of paper, Jun scrawled a request upon the clean parchment and then addressed it to the head mistress. Leaving the room after he moved Mao against a wall so that she won't wake up sore, Jun slowly made his way towards the front of the brothel.
* * * * *
In the weeks that followed, Mao did everything in her power to learn as much Japanese as possible from the maids, guest, and other women that worked at the brothels. It was easy to pick up simple phrases eventually and Mao prided herself in the fact that she could pick up on different gestures and mannerisms that the Japanese women displayed in the presence of the Chinese girls. It was truly fascinating to her. As the week progressed by, Mao began to say short, simple sentences and was able to make a good friend who was also a Chinese girl from around the same village as Mao. They stuck with each other and it seemed as though they both were one of the only lucky ones that came out of their first days of “work” unscathed. Other girls did not fair so well. During a bath session with half of the girls from the establishment, Mao saw three or four of the other girls donning bruises of various sizes and shades of purple. The patrons must like their sex laced with violence.
Thanking her lucky stars that she was still in the same condition she was when she first arrived at the brothel, Mao tried everything in her power to be helpful in order to stay designated to only one customer. Yet throughout the entire week, he did not return. Not that she was looking forward to seeing him again as Mao might not get off as easy this time around but she could not stop the nagging feeling of hope to speak more to the odd patron this weekend.
Saturday rolled by with little to no major disturbances and before she knew it she was called into take another scorching hot bath before shuffled out to change into a new kinomo, a deep green color this time with a light jade obi. Walking in a quiet fashion, Mao had perfected over the week, she made it to the designated room in little to no time and knocked before hearing the deep baritone voice from the other side of the rice paper door.
He was siting at the low table again, head bent over a book. Not looking up from his book, Matsumoto Jun beckoned her into the room. Mao placed the tray of tea on the floor and began the quiet process of preparing his tea.
Title: The Storms Within
Rating: K+/M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own the original fanfiction called A Forgotten Night by SetaSakura-san. I do not own Arashi... or any of the other celebrity in here. -_- *sigh*
Notes: Haha. So I've read the original of this story a long time ago on FF.net and was totally in love with it. When all of a sudden I fell in love with MaotsuJun+Las Vegas... I immediately thought of Forgotten Night... so here it is! My rendition of “A Forgotten Night”... yoroshiku onegaishimasu!
Chapter 1: The Forgotten Night
Matsumoto Jun groaned as he rolled over in the large bed. He buried his head fully beneath the pillow to block out any light that was managing to penetrate his closed lids.
"Too much booze." he groaned.
There certainly had been, and his body was now revolting against him because of the amount of alcohol he had consumed the previous night.
Las Vegas had been a BAD idea. How he managed to allow Aiba Masaki to talk him into going to Vegas was beyond him. Sure Aiba was getting married in a few weeks, to a certain foxy co-star of his on that ridiculous animal show but his insistence that his bachelor party should be in Vegas was a bad idea from the get go, and Jun knew it.
--
"Jun-kuuuun, it's my last weekend as a bachelor. C'mon! It wouldn't be the same without my right-hand man! Get it? Right-hand man... you sit to my right on Shukudai-kun!" Aiba had exclaimed happily slapping Jun on the back. The younger man was jolted forward slightly.
"Give me a break. Besides, technically you're not a bachelor anymore. You're engaged to Becky. You're going to marry her. How can you be a bachelor when you're spoken for?" Jun asked grimly as they walked down the crowded street.
"It's a figure of speech, Jun-kun. Why is it that you always take things so seriously! C'mon! I want my final weekend of freedom to be one I'll never forget!"
--
Jun grumbled a little more as he snuggled further under the pillow. His only thought was that Aiba had better have been just as hung over or worse. Oh, how satisfying it would be if it was the latter.
The trip has been fine... at first.
They had arrived at the Hotel/Casino near dusk. Jun had finally relented to Aiba's constant pleas that his party weekend be in Vegas and had arranged the whole thing. Of course, he had no choice in the matter. Heck even Nino said that because Jun said he would, he would have to foot the bill because not even a cent of this trip was coming out of Nino's pockets. That cruel, spoiled, stingy brat.
Aiba insisted that his best friends accompany him, and only his best friends... which he said only consisted of ARASHI. Jun was a bit relieved that Aiba was sober when he made that proclamation. A drunken Aiba usually felt that anyone providing booze was his best friend. Wait... bad example. When Aiba was drunk everyone was his best friend with which he would profusely proclaim his undying love for ARASHI to. It was rather embarrassing. So instead of everyone Aiba met being brought along on this trip to Vegas, only five men arrived in the back seat of the limo.
Aiba hung out the sunroof of the limo as it made its way down the sunset strip spewing random English words that made no grammatical sense as his eyes devoured everything he could see: the bright lights, the crowded sidewalks, and the casino's with live animal shows!
To say Aiba liked partying, having fun, and drinking was an understatement.
Becky had entrusted Jun and Sho with the task of keeping an eye on Aiba and his spending all his money at the shows and at the bars.
It should be pointed out that Aiba wasn't an alcoholic. On the contrary, he didn't need to be. He made enough money being in the entertainment industry for as long as he has but he had a stubborn streak a mile long, and didn't like it when something was out of his control and left up to chance. That's why Aiba hates to be out drunk at a party and usually doesn't go home until he was so pissed drunk that a taxi would look like a big orange cat to him!
Statistics says Aiba has never been much good at getting home safely.
Aiba said otherwise.
And, thus, that's why there is Nino, who is forever dubbed the “chaperon/designated driver.”
Jun sat back in the limo and stared out the window at the passing lights and activities that was Las Vegas. Beside him sat the sleepy, silly, and nearly passed out form of Ohno Satoshi.
Opposite the two men was Ninomiya Kazunari and Sakurai Sho both somewhat engrossed in the sights that surround them.
"Oi! Sho-kun! You gotta come see this! The view is friggin' awesome!" Aiba exclaimed from the roof of the car. Sho stood up and poked his head out and joined his friend in ogling all the sites.
"Oi, MatsuJun, are you sure this was a good idea?" Nino asked as he stared at the legs of the two men-turned-boys as they stood out the sunroof window. Jun turned his bored eyes to the two pairs of legs as well then towards the prankster.
"I've always had my doubts, Nino-kun. But it's Aiba's bachelor party... Shouganai ne?" Jun replied, as if that was a good enough reason. Nino merely blinked at the wavy haired man beside him, quirked an eyebrow and turned back to look out his own window wondering if he was going to have time to catch a magic show tonight.
The limo pulled up in front of The Monte Carlo Hotel & Casino. A bellhop immediately opened the limo door and stood back as its occupants got out. Aiba was the first out as he bounded off with Sho to get a good look at the hotel where they were staying. Ohno climbed out, Nino is tow, followed by Jun. Then more responsible three men of the group of five, walked into the hotel to check in.
"Good evening, sir. How may I help you?"
"Reservations for five suites under the name Matsumoto." Jun said. The woman typed in his name in the computer and got his reservation on screen.
"Of course Mr. Matsumoto, welcome to the Monte Carlo. I need a piece of ID and your credit
card for verification." she said smiling and batting her lashes at the man before her. Jun smiled politely in return and the girl blushed slightly. He fished out his license and credit card and passed them to her.
Of course, she continually flirted shamelessly with Jun. It wasn't the first time that a woman flirted with him. Nor would it be the last, he was sure.
MatsuJun was in no way arrogant or egotistical about his looks. Sure he paid attention to them but for some reason, woman found him naturally attractive. His ex girlfriend told him it was the whole package. There weren't many men like MatsuJun around. Wavy, deep black hair, deep brown eyes, even the nonchalant glare he usually wore, to quote her, were "absolutely fuck worthy".
"Oi! Jun-kun! Great place you picked out here! This is gonna be a great weekend, ne?!" Aiba exclaimed as he bounded over to his bandmate and seized him into a headlock.
"Itai!" MatsuJun mumbled as he attempted to extract himself from Aiba's firm hold.
"Mr. Matsumoto, here are you keys, you're suites are located on the 20th floor. The elevators are just down that hall." the receptionist said as she handed the five keys to Jun and gestured to her right. Aiba reached out and eagerly swiped the keys from the woman's hands. How nice he thought as not many people in Las Vegas recognized the infamously famous group called ARASHI fresh off the plane from Japan, they didn't have to completely disguise themselves just so they could get a little bit of privacy.
"Thanks, bay-bay." Aiba said in broken English, then proceeded to drag Jun down the hall. The rest of the group followed behind, keeping a respectable distance from the over-excited Aiba and his prisoner, and pretending they didn't know them.
"Aiba, could you please let go, damnit? That hurts!" Jun asked as Aiba stopped in front of the elevators. Aiba immediately released his friend and slapped him on the back.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm just really looking forward to getting to the casino and the bar and the awesome shows! We're getting piss drunk tonight guys!" Aiba exclaimed in the way that only Aiba could. Jun rubbed his sore neck and merely shrugged his shoulders. He knew he couldn't argue with Aiba when his friend was in the mood he was currently in. So he had a night of being piss drunk ahead of him. Not to mention the hangover-from-hell he was sure would attack his body the next morning.
So the trip had been fine, up until he woke up minutes beforehand.
MatsuJun had been right about getting piss drunk. And he had also been right about the hangover-from-hell. He shifted again and groaned.
His head throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He felt weak, disorientated and very VERY thirsty.
'Gods, how much did I DRINK last night?!'
There had been several martini's, some scotch, Aiba even managed to find out the bar kept a nice supply of sake behind its counters. But when the tequila shots started going around, that's when the evening got fuzzy.
Bits and pieces of memories floated into Jun's head as he remained in the darkness beneath his pillow. Women draped all over the four men, much to their dismay. Not that they didn't like women. But none of them liked slimy women who were trying their best to get into drunken men's pants, as well as their wallets. Of course, it was that exact type that thought they could use the four drunken men to their advantage.
How wrong they were. As drunk as MatsuJun, Sho, Aiba and Ohno were, they knew what they liked in women, and what they didn't like. Plus Nino and Aiba had women of their own waiting for them back home. Neither man was one to stray, so the 'ladies' were asked, as politely as drunk-Aiba could put it, to leave.
MatsuJun believed his actual words were "Take a hike, bimbos"
More fragmented memories descended upon Jun's pounding brain.
Dancing... Loud music.. More tequila...
MatsuJun's stomach finally decided to get in on the action and started rolling at the mere thought of booze. Yep, his body was defiantly pissed off with him. The hangover-from-hell was making sure to punish him as much as he could handle.
MatsuJun groaned into his pillow once again.
Bright lights... Elvis impersonators...
Jun smiled slightly at that thought. Vegas was defiantly known for its casino's and the strip. There were also the stereotypical Elvis Priestley impersonators. At first, MatsuJun didn't believe that so many people dressed as the King, but how wrong he was. They were everywhere. So much so that even when he couldn't remember most of the previous night, a few impersonators managed to get remembered.
The smile was short lived as Jun's stomach rolled again. This time, worse than before. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his stomach, and sooth his body.
Yeah. right. His head pounded even harder and his stomach threatened to empty itself of whatever contents it had left.
Judging from the bitter taste in his mouth, there wasn't much. Most of it must have been 'removed' the previous night. Judging from the taste, it left his body through the same path it went in.
"Ugh. Why the hell did I drink so much?" Jun asked himself. His voice muffled by the pillow which was still pressed over his head.
Dark brown eyes...
Jun's heart skipped a beat.
Bambi-brown eyes... long silky hair...
Memories of someone from the previous night. Jun clung to the memory, trying desperately to remember the face. But to no avail. He remembered the eyes though.
His heart skipped another beat.
Big soulful eyes. Emotions easily readable. Laughing brown eyes, sad brown eyes, tearful brown eyes. MatsuJun felt like his whole being was drowning in the memory of those brown eyes. A lingering sensation he no doubt felt the moment he looked into those eyes.
'Damn! Why can't I remember her face!?'
His stomach rolled, his brain screeched to a halt- he was going to be sick.
Not a moment's hesitation was taken on his part as he flung the sheets and blankets of the king sized bed off him and practically ran to the bathroom. He reached the porcelain god in time and started praying.
'I am never drinking again.'
Of course, he had thought those words before. Never really listened to them. Hence his current predicament.
After several minutes of being sick, he started to feel slightly better. Only hangovers could be this cruel. Make one sick enough to lose his lunch, a rather disgusting act, only to make him feel marginally better and long that he could lose his lunch again to prolong the 'feeling better' part!
It was while he was feeling slightly better that he started noticing things. One, the fact that the taste in his mouth was appalling and he needed to get rid of it immediately, another was the fact that his shaggy hair was sticking up everywhere, and finally, he wasn't wearing anything besides his black boxers.
He shrugged it all off. The foul taste in his mouth was caused by the obvious. He rarely is his hair ever kept in one style so maybe this will be the new look for the next few weeks or so. The boxers... well he always slept in just his boxers anyways.
He grabbed for his toothbrush and the toothpaste and set about getting rid of the first problem. The bitter taste in his mouth was the easiest to get rid of. It was the pounding headache and the general feeling that someone had beaten the crap out of him that was hard to get rid of. A couple of Tylenol and a bottle of water would be a good start.
Jun padded out of the large marble bathroom and made his way across the suite to the mini bar, intent on getting himself a bottle of water. He pushed aside his discarded shirt that he wore the night before as well as a white lacy bra and used the key to open the mini bar. Grabbing a bottle he closed the door and started back towards the bathroom.
He froze.
White lacy bra?
He slowly turned back towards the mini bar. Sure enough, there was his shirt, and resting on it was a white.. lacy.. bra.
MatsuJun blinked.
Toothbrush still in his mouth, a bottle of water in his hand, Jun slowly bent over and picked up the bra with his free hand.
Jun blinked again. “The heck...?”
Very very slowly, his brain began to function again. He held the bra up and looked at it.
White... Lacy...
His heart skipped a beat.
He felt like he was moving in slow motion. He turned back towards the bed. All that greeted him was dark brown hair strewn across the crisp white sheets; everything else was covered by the blankets he had thrown away from himself when he rushed to the bathroom.
The bottle of water slipped from his limp hand and landed with a soft thump on the carpeted floor.
'Okay... strange woman in my bed. Don't panic.'
The white bra slipped from his other hand and fell to the floor.
'Don't panic.'
MatsuJun resisted the urge to flee the scene before the woman woke up. Actually, he had a stronger urge and that was to crawl back into bed with the woman and wake her up. He shook his head viciously at that thought, only to jar whatever brain cells he had left. His head screamed in agony at the sudden movement and he gripped his hair tightly.
Tylenol. Then water.
Jun bent over and picked up the water bottle he had dropped. 'Gods, I hope no one else woke up with a surprise.'
He tiptoed over to his overnight bag and started searching as quietly as he could for the
Tylenol he had packed.
The woman on the bed shifted, her hair disappeared beneath the covers. Jun froze.
'Don't panic!'
His head throbbed, his stomach started heaving again. He continued his search.
'Don't panic!'
He found the painkillers and immediately popped open the cap and dumped out four capsules. He downed two and drank the entire bottle of water in one shot. He placed the other two on the table on his side of the bed. She was probably going to have a killer hangover too. At least, he hoped so. He hoped he hadn't gone and done anything extremely stupid.
'Don't panic!!'
His eyes caught sight of a folded piece of paper on the table. He picked it up, noting it was made of heavier paper, and unfolded it, wondering what the hell it could be. He caught his own name first. Then another name.
"Inoue... Mao..." he said softly.
His heart skipped a beat as he said the name, and then looked at the lump on the bed that was the mystery woman. He looked back at the paper in his hands and froze.
There, on the top of the sheet, written in nice calligraphy were the words "Certificate of Marriage".
'PANIC!!'
I do hope you enjoy it, it has been a REALLY long time since I've written anything dealing with MaoxJun... and so here it is. Without further delay...
Title: Siege of the Red Wall
Author: Muah!
Rating: PG-13/R
Genre: Alternate Universe Drama/Romance (Timeline: World War II)
Spoilers: N/A
Warnings: Some intimate scenes will ensue itself upon the story in the later chapters, but other than that, perhaps a few innuendo situations, violence, and harsh language is the norm in most epic love stories, ne?
Chapter One: The Unexpected Purchase
Winter was the most bittersweet of all the seasons in 1940. The grounds of Tokyo were frozen stiff and it made the short trip from the train station a grueling one, since they weren't given adequate shoes; the most anyone girl was given was snow shoes without even so much as a worn pair of shoes to wear atop it. Socks had never been of such luxury as it was that winter for the 415th group of women whom made the same journey as the previous women did all the many weeks before.
That was what happened in war. That's what happened to the innocent during war. As such is the way of the the world.
Mei-Shien Wei walked as she had always walked in China but the grounds in Japan were different. The air was different here, she thought as as the clouds climbed over each other as that of soldiers climbing over the dead. Her utter disgust must have been apparent on her face because one of the large Japanese soldiers came up to her and grabbed her by the face and started yelling at her. 'What an idiot. He must be one of the most stupidest men I have ever met. He knows that I do not understand a damn thing that he's saying but he still raves on and on like a mad man.' she thought to herself as he pushed her face away. Staggering from the weight of the force, Mei-Shien slipped on the icy ground and landed on hard on her hip. As it was, her hands were tied behind her back, thus there was no way she could possibly brace the impact.
Other soldiers started yelling at her this time. Probably to get her sorry ass up and keep walking. Try as she might, Mei-Shien finally gave up trying to get up without support and began to crawl and slide upon the frozen earth towards the destinate building. The soldiers pointed and laughed at her actions in the most cruel and wicked way. If she were not bounded by the hands, she thought, surely she would have plummeted each and everyone of those moronic soldiers until they were begging her for mercy.
Finally making it to the wall of the wooden building, Mei-Shien pushed herself to a standing position, using the wall as a brace. Trying not to fall again, she walked in with the other fifty girls and soon they were in the warmth of the establishment. The walls were made from dark wood and the lights that lit the back room was hardly bright enough to make sure they didn't step on any broken glass or even dead rats. The smell of musk and mold permeated the air and a film of smoke from the kitchen lay thick over the entire back half of the place.
Mei-Shien could hardly stand from sheer exhaustion and because she could feel the pain from her side moving slowly making it's way down her legs. As her eyes began to droop, an older woman walked into the room.
She said something to the men in the back and then, with a loud bang, the shouji door slammed shut. The refined woman silently stared at the girls, her eyes like that of a dragon looking at a buffet of prey. Then, suddenly, she snapped her head towards Mei-Shien. The young Chinese girl felt herself recoil as half-lidded eyes pierce her own. Then parting the crowd of girls, the woman walked straight up to Mei-Shien and asked in a croaky voice, “How old are you?” in perfect Mandarin.
Mei-Shien felt her eyes widen in shock but soon swallowed her nerves before saying quietly, “23, madame.” Her heart pounded in her chest as she awaited the response to her answer but none came.
As a matter of fact, the old woman said no more than that but took a long looked at the younger girl before turning to the four servants. In a curt voice, her voice boomed to them to get the baths ready.
* * * * *
The bath was not one that Mei-Shien (and probably all of the other girls) had expected. They were hosed down like animals with boiling hot water and soaked in bath oils and beads of some sort to get all the dirt and grim from beneath their finger nails while making each girl scrub her own feet with rough stones. They were shaved and doused with flower scented perfume before sent off to get their hair done. Thirty minutes later, the women were squeezed into the stiff, rib crushing kimonos before sent in for inspection.
Mei-Shien was in the middle of fiddling with the long sleeves of her dark blue kimono and chewing on her lips when it was her turn. The cranky woman that washed her up, had finally snapped her fingers for Mei-Shien to follow her into the head mistress's room. The room was brightly lit with a large lantern hanging from the ceiling and a smaller one in the middle of the room, where it sat monotonously next to the refined women Mei-Shien had met earlier.
Clearing her throat, Mei-Shien swept the lower half of the kimono beneath her and knelt before the woman in front of her before bowing deeply.
The head mistress sat quietly, smoking her long pipe and simply stared across the low table at the young woman that sat biting her lips in front of her.
“Your name?” came the curt voice.
“Mei-Shien Wei, madame.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Excuse me...?”
“Have you ever had sex with a man before?”
“I do not understand the relavence-”
“I can't give you a price tag if I don't know if you are a virgin or not.”
The words was like a strip of lighting slicing her insides apart. Mei-Shien's eyes blinked violently as she tried her best not to cry as the reality of her situation began to crystallize in front of her. Memories of her beloved mother and sister flashed in front of her eyes as she looked at the woman who sat malevolently across from her waiting for an answer.
Should she answer truthfully. Or should she lie. Either way, it seemed as though her options were pitifully daunting. Finally, muscling up what little dignity she had left, Mei-Shien answered rigidly, “I am... a... virgin.”
The woman slowly nodded and then spoke in a matter of fact fashion, “I would have found out eventually, you know. It would have done you no good to lie to me.” She grabbed a small slip of paper and then switched it with another as she saw the name that was written on the paper. That man, Shinji Ito, who came every night to the brothel, was one of the most vial beings that ever walked the earth, and even the head mistress, whom have seen all types of men walk into her brothel, absolutely despised him. Never had she hated a paying customer as much as she hated this man. The man would use her women like they were animals, thoroughly beat the girls and then send them back asking for a fresh virgin instead of one of the “used girls”. The head mistress was not about to waste such a precious young flower such as Mei-Shien to a man such as that.
Perhaps the next woman will have to just deal with the beast.
Turning her attention to the other piece of paper that had a new name on it, she smirked at the suggested price written on it. 'Such a hefty price for a woman...' the head mistress thought and then looked up at Mei-Shien and her smirk grew into a malicious smile, 'but perhaps he will get his money's worth with her. She seems the feisty type anyway.'
“Your new name will be Mao. You will start working tonight. We have a very special guest tonight. He is the commander of the unit that brought you in, so do not misbehave. He's a well respected, well paying customer. Let's make sure that his first time here is one he will never forget. Understood?”
Laughing at Mei-Shien's utter disbelief and distraught, the head mistress handed the slip of paper to the servant before saying, “Make sure that Mao-chan eats. She is about to have a very long night.”
* * * * *
Commander Matsumoto Jun was a man whom had no business in such an establishment as this one. In actuality, he had no business in this type of military unit in the first place. Had it not been for his chest injury months ago, he would still be able to join his men in battle this very evening. But instead he was sent over to the special transport unit. He found the work absolutely despicable but did not argue with his commanding officer.
The men in this unit were the worse of the worse. They were unclean, spoke improper Japanese, horrendously stupid, and simply had nothing else on their minds except sake, food, and sex.
He on the other hand, he personally could not stand such an operation, believing that his leadership and battle skill were being wasted. As a matter of fact, he desperately wanted to opt out of the invitation tonight to come and actually pay for the services of such a business, but the men insisted in celebrating his new position and thus here he was.
Jun waited calmly, if not stiffly, in the dimly lit room. His eyebrows raised a bit as he noticed the warm bottle that sat at the low table as well as two small sake dishes. Other than that though, there was only the small lantern in the middle of the room and one large futon next to the window. Figuring that he will be here all night, Jun decided to pull out a novel from the confines of his briefcase.
Placing the book on the low table and turning to the page in which he had flagged, Jun began to read silently.
Yet mere minutes later, he heard the shouji door open followed by a shuffle of feet.
* * * * *
Mao was not sure what she was to expect when she walked into the room, but she was very sure that the did not expect such a man to come into a brothel to be reading. 'He's probably a pervert who wants me to act out scenes from a lewd novel. The ill reputed bastard!
Probably having fun choosing a scene right now!' Mao thought bitterly.
Finally kneeling down, after sweeping her kimono underneath her legs, Mao spoke up in broken Japanese, “Your tea is here, sir.”
The man did not respond but simply brought out a piece of parchment and a pen. He scrawled something on the paper and then handed it to her with the pen. Taking the paper and writing utensil, Mao roughly understood the Chinese characters in the Japanese sentence, “Leave...next... to... door.”
Understanding what he was trying to convey, she assumed that he was mute and shifted her weight so that she could push the tray of tea towards the door. Then, a realization struck her.
Did this mean he wanted to get straight to business. She eyed him suspiciously and then gathering all her courage, she wrote on the piece of paper, “Are you sure, sir? The tea will surely get cold if you wait.”
Pushing the piece of paper onto the table, Mao waited for him to respond. But instead, he chuckled, a deep rumble that shook her to the very core of her being.
The man turned around slowly to see the woman for the time since she had entered the room and was a bit taken aback at what he saw. A beautiful young woman with deep brown, doe-like eyes and a face of fine porcelain stared back at him. Her deep blue kimono with white sakura blossoms at the fringes of the sleeves beautifully adorned with a shiny white obi wrapped her young figure bringing out the fineness of her creamy skin. And although his face maybe devoid of all emotions right then, he felt his inside churn but a bit.
His eyes were the first thing that Mao noticed as he turned around. The depths of those brown eyes that hid itself behind the shadows of half lidded eyes. There was a fire and intensity in his eyes. Had it been any other situation she would have found him extremely attractive. But given the circumstances at the moment, Mao was extremely intimidated by such a look.
Taking a deep breath, Jun bowed to Mao and then said slowly, “I am Matsumoto Jun. Your name is...?”
Taken aback at first that he wasn't a mute, Mao soon tilted her head to one side, confusion etched on her pretty face. The image was almost more than Jun could stand but if he was effected by such a cute look, his face did not belie his feelings. Instead, he turned around and began to write his question.
Handing the paper to Mao again when he finished, Mao quizzically accepted it. A bright look crossed her face filled with enlightenment at what he was inquiring once she puzzled through the Japanese written sentence. 'The light bulb turned on up there I suppose.' Jun thought to himself dully.
Ready to put her Japanese skills to the test, Mao spoke again in her broken Japanese, “I am Mao. Nice to meet you.”
Jun raised an eyebrow at her Chinese infused Japanese but did not make a comment on it and merely said, “It's a pleasure to meet you Mao-san.”
With that he turned back around and began to read again.
Mao did not understand the logic of this man at all but she was sure that he was loosing money every minute that ticked by. And yet... he sits there... reading!
Not that she wasn't grateful for his aloof attitude, but it was truly out of the norm. Why would he come to a brothel to simply read? It was truly perplexing. She was deep in thought, all this time still on edge at the idea that he would simply attack her, that she did not notice that he got up to grab the tray of tea from the door and walked it himself to the table.
Mao snapped out of her stupor, her body moved on its own accord and softly placed her hand atop his as he grabbed the handle of the pot of tea. Jun's head snapped up towards Mao, surprised by the boldness behind her actions, but composed himself before removing his hand from the handle. He was not sure what he would do if she accidentally touched him again.
Mao, shocked at her own forwardness, nearly snatched her hand back but she refrained as she tried to communicate her intentions through her eyes. Seeing him retreat his hand, Mao took it as a go to be the one whom pours the tea for him.
Trying to concentrate on the words of the page, Jun willed the foreign feelings that began to develop inside him. Hearing the tea cup click against the polished wood of the table, Jun looked up to Mao whom sat back and shyly stared at the leg of the table, not being able to meet his gaze.
“Arigatou gozaimasu, Mao-san.” Jun said slowly hoping that she would be able to understand what he was trying to say without having to write it down.
Mao bowed to him that she understood and finally silence filled the room again. And it stayed that way for the rest of the night.
When he was about to leave, Jun placed his book back in his bag and saw that Mao had nodded off to sleep. The look of serenity was definitely something that he thought he could get use to. Then an idea struck him. Pulling out a sheet of paper, Jun scrawled a request upon the clean parchment and then addressed it to the head mistress. Leaving the room after he moved Mao against a wall so that she won't wake up sore, Jun slowly made his way towards the front of the brothel.
* * * * *
In the weeks that followed, Mao did everything in her power to learn as much Japanese as possible from the maids, guest, and other women that worked at the brothels. It was easy to pick up simple phrases eventually and Mao prided herself in the fact that she could pick up on different gestures and mannerisms that the Japanese women displayed in the presence of the Chinese girls. It was truly fascinating to her. As the week progressed by, Mao began to say short, simple sentences and was able to make a good friend who was also a Chinese girl from around the same village as Mao. They stuck with each other and it seemed as though they both were one of the only lucky ones that came out of their first days of “work” unscathed. Other girls did not fair so well. During a bath session with half of the girls from the establishment, Mao saw three or four of the other girls donning bruises of various sizes and shades of purple. The patrons must like their sex laced with violence.
Thanking her lucky stars that she was still in the same condition she was when she first arrived at the brothel, Mao tried everything in her power to be helpful in order to stay designated to only one customer. Yet throughout the entire week, he did not return. Not that she was looking forward to seeing him again as Mao might not get off as easy this time around but she could not stop the nagging feeling of hope to speak more to the odd patron this weekend.
Saturday rolled by with little to no major disturbances and before she knew it she was called into take another scorching hot bath before shuffled out to change into a new kinomo, a deep green color this time with a light jade obi. Walking in a quiet fashion, Mao had perfected over the week, she made it to the designated room in little to no time and knocked before hearing the deep baritone voice from the other side of the rice paper door.
He was siting at the low table again, head bent over a book. Not looking up from his book, Matsumoto Jun beckoned her into the room. Mao placed the tray of tea on the floor and began the quiet process of preparing his tea.
Title: The Storms Within
Rating: K+/M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own the original fanfiction called A Forgotten Night by SetaSakura-san. I do not own Arashi... or any of the other celebrity in here. -_- *sigh*
Notes: Haha. So I've read the original of this story a long time ago on FF.net and was totally in love with it. When all of a sudden I fell in love with MaotsuJun+Las Vegas... I immediately thought of Forgotten Night... so here it is! My rendition of “A Forgotten Night”... yoroshiku onegaishimasu!
Chapter 1: The Forgotten Night
Matsumoto Jun groaned as he rolled over in the large bed. He buried his head fully beneath the pillow to block out any light that was managing to penetrate his closed lids.
"Too much booze." he groaned.
There certainly had been, and his body was now revolting against him because of the amount of alcohol he had consumed the previous night.
Las Vegas had been a BAD idea. How he managed to allow Aiba Masaki to talk him into going to Vegas was beyond him. Sure Aiba was getting married in a few weeks, to a certain foxy co-star of his on that ridiculous animal show but his insistence that his bachelor party should be in Vegas was a bad idea from the get go, and Jun knew it.
--
"Jun-kuuuun, it's my last weekend as a bachelor. C'mon! It wouldn't be the same without my right-hand man! Get it? Right-hand man... you sit to my right on Shukudai-kun!" Aiba had exclaimed happily slapping Jun on the back. The younger man was jolted forward slightly.
"Give me a break. Besides, technically you're not a bachelor anymore. You're engaged to Becky. You're going to marry her. How can you be a bachelor when you're spoken for?" Jun asked grimly as they walked down the crowded street.
"It's a figure of speech, Jun-kun. Why is it that you always take things so seriously! C'mon! I want my final weekend of freedom to be one I'll never forget!"
--
Jun grumbled a little more as he snuggled further under the pillow. His only thought was that Aiba had better have been just as hung over or worse. Oh, how satisfying it would be if it was the latter.
The trip has been fine... at first.
They had arrived at the Hotel/Casino near dusk. Jun had finally relented to Aiba's constant pleas that his party weekend be in Vegas and had arranged the whole thing. Of course, he had no choice in the matter. Heck even Nino said that because Jun said he would, he would have to foot the bill because not even a cent of this trip was coming out of Nino's pockets. That cruel, spoiled, stingy brat.
Aiba insisted that his best friends accompany him, and only his best friends... which he said only consisted of ARASHI. Jun was a bit relieved that Aiba was sober when he made that proclamation. A drunken Aiba usually felt that anyone providing booze was his best friend. Wait... bad example. When Aiba was drunk everyone was his best friend with which he would profusely proclaim his undying love for ARASHI to. It was rather embarrassing. So instead of everyone Aiba met being brought along on this trip to Vegas, only five men arrived in the back seat of the limo.
Aiba hung out the sunroof of the limo as it made its way down the sunset strip spewing random English words that made no grammatical sense as his eyes devoured everything he could see: the bright lights, the crowded sidewalks, and the casino's with live animal shows!
To say Aiba liked partying, having fun, and drinking was an understatement.
Becky had entrusted Jun and Sho with the task of keeping an eye on Aiba and his spending all his money at the shows and at the bars.
It should be pointed out that Aiba wasn't an alcoholic. On the contrary, he didn't need to be. He made enough money being in the entertainment industry for as long as he has but he had a stubborn streak a mile long, and didn't like it when something was out of his control and left up to chance. That's why Aiba hates to be out drunk at a party and usually doesn't go home until he was so pissed drunk that a taxi would look like a big orange cat to him!
Statistics says Aiba has never been much good at getting home safely.
Aiba said otherwise.
And, thus, that's why there is Nino, who is forever dubbed the “chaperon/designated driver.”
Jun sat back in the limo and stared out the window at the passing lights and activities that was Las Vegas. Beside him sat the sleepy, silly, and nearly passed out form of Ohno Satoshi.
Opposite the two men was Ninomiya Kazunari and Sakurai Sho both somewhat engrossed in the sights that surround them.
"Oi! Sho-kun! You gotta come see this! The view is friggin' awesome!" Aiba exclaimed from the roof of the car. Sho stood up and poked his head out and joined his friend in ogling all the sites.
"Oi, MatsuJun, are you sure this was a good idea?" Nino asked as he stared at the legs of the two men-turned-boys as they stood out the sunroof window. Jun turned his bored eyes to the two pairs of legs as well then towards the prankster.
"I've always had my doubts, Nino-kun. But it's Aiba's bachelor party... Shouganai ne?" Jun replied, as if that was a good enough reason. Nino merely blinked at the wavy haired man beside him, quirked an eyebrow and turned back to look out his own window wondering if he was going to have time to catch a magic show tonight.
The limo pulled up in front of The Monte Carlo Hotel & Casino. A bellhop immediately opened the limo door and stood back as its occupants got out. Aiba was the first out as he bounded off with Sho to get a good look at the hotel where they were staying. Ohno climbed out, Nino is tow, followed by Jun. Then more responsible three men of the group of five, walked into the hotel to check in.
"Good evening, sir. How may I help you?"
"Reservations for five suites under the name Matsumoto." Jun said. The woman typed in his name in the computer and got his reservation on screen.
"Of course Mr. Matsumoto, welcome to the Monte Carlo. I need a piece of ID and your credit
card for verification." she said smiling and batting her lashes at the man before her. Jun smiled politely in return and the girl blushed slightly. He fished out his license and credit card and passed them to her.
Of course, she continually flirted shamelessly with Jun. It wasn't the first time that a woman flirted with him. Nor would it be the last, he was sure.
MatsuJun was in no way arrogant or egotistical about his looks. Sure he paid attention to them but for some reason, woman found him naturally attractive. His ex girlfriend told him it was the whole package. There weren't many men like MatsuJun around. Wavy, deep black hair, deep brown eyes, even the nonchalant glare he usually wore, to quote her, were "absolutely fuck worthy".
"Oi! Jun-kun! Great place you picked out here! This is gonna be a great weekend, ne?!" Aiba exclaimed as he bounded over to his bandmate and seized him into a headlock.
"Itai!" MatsuJun mumbled as he attempted to extract himself from Aiba's firm hold.
"Mr. Matsumoto, here are you keys, you're suites are located on the 20th floor. The elevators are just down that hall." the receptionist said as she handed the five keys to Jun and gestured to her right. Aiba reached out and eagerly swiped the keys from the woman's hands. How nice he thought as not many people in Las Vegas recognized the infamously famous group called ARASHI fresh off the plane from Japan, they didn't have to completely disguise themselves just so they could get a little bit of privacy.
"Thanks, bay-bay." Aiba said in broken English, then proceeded to drag Jun down the hall. The rest of the group followed behind, keeping a respectable distance from the over-excited Aiba and his prisoner, and pretending they didn't know them.
"Aiba, could you please let go, damnit? That hurts!" Jun asked as Aiba stopped in front of the elevators. Aiba immediately released his friend and slapped him on the back.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm just really looking forward to getting to the casino and the bar and the awesome shows! We're getting piss drunk tonight guys!" Aiba exclaimed in the way that only Aiba could. Jun rubbed his sore neck and merely shrugged his shoulders. He knew he couldn't argue with Aiba when his friend was in the mood he was currently in. So he had a night of being piss drunk ahead of him. Not to mention the hangover-from-hell he was sure would attack his body the next morning.
So the trip had been fine, up until he woke up minutes beforehand.
MatsuJun had been right about getting piss drunk. And he had also been right about the hangover-from-hell. He shifted again and groaned.
His head throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He felt weak, disorientated and very VERY thirsty.
'Gods, how much did I DRINK last night?!'
There had been several martini's, some scotch, Aiba even managed to find out the bar kept a nice supply of sake behind its counters. But when the tequila shots started going around, that's when the evening got fuzzy.
Bits and pieces of memories floated into Jun's head as he remained in the darkness beneath his pillow. Women draped all over the four men, much to their dismay. Not that they didn't like women. But none of them liked slimy women who were trying their best to get into drunken men's pants, as well as their wallets. Of course, it was that exact type that thought they could use the four drunken men to their advantage.
How wrong they were. As drunk as MatsuJun, Sho, Aiba and Ohno were, they knew what they liked in women, and what they didn't like. Plus Nino and Aiba had women of their own waiting for them back home. Neither man was one to stray, so the 'ladies' were asked, as politely as drunk-Aiba could put it, to leave.
MatsuJun believed his actual words were "Take a hike, bimbos"
More fragmented memories descended upon Jun's pounding brain.
Dancing... Loud music.. More tequila...
MatsuJun's stomach finally decided to get in on the action and started rolling at the mere thought of booze. Yep, his body was defiantly pissed off with him. The hangover-from-hell was making sure to punish him as much as he could handle.
MatsuJun groaned into his pillow once again.
Bright lights... Elvis impersonators...
Jun smiled slightly at that thought. Vegas was defiantly known for its casino's and the strip. There were also the stereotypical Elvis Priestley impersonators. At first, MatsuJun didn't believe that so many people dressed as the King, but how wrong he was. They were everywhere. So much so that even when he couldn't remember most of the previous night, a few impersonators managed to get remembered.
The smile was short lived as Jun's stomach rolled again. This time, worse than before. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his stomach, and sooth his body.
Yeah. right. His head pounded even harder and his stomach threatened to empty itself of whatever contents it had left.
Judging from the bitter taste in his mouth, there wasn't much. Most of it must have been 'removed' the previous night. Judging from the taste, it left his body through the same path it went in.
"Ugh. Why the hell did I drink so much?" Jun asked himself. His voice muffled by the pillow which was still pressed over his head.
Dark brown eyes...
Jun's heart skipped a beat.
Bambi-brown eyes... long silky hair...
Memories of someone from the previous night. Jun clung to the memory, trying desperately to remember the face. But to no avail. He remembered the eyes though.
His heart skipped another beat.
Big soulful eyes. Emotions easily readable. Laughing brown eyes, sad brown eyes, tearful brown eyes. MatsuJun felt like his whole being was drowning in the memory of those brown eyes. A lingering sensation he no doubt felt the moment he looked into those eyes.
'Damn! Why can't I remember her face!?'
His stomach rolled, his brain screeched to a halt- he was going to be sick.
Not a moment's hesitation was taken on his part as he flung the sheets and blankets of the king sized bed off him and practically ran to the bathroom. He reached the porcelain god in time and started praying.
'I am never drinking again.'
Of course, he had thought those words before. Never really listened to them. Hence his current predicament.
After several minutes of being sick, he started to feel slightly better. Only hangovers could be this cruel. Make one sick enough to lose his lunch, a rather disgusting act, only to make him feel marginally better and long that he could lose his lunch again to prolong the 'feeling better' part!
It was while he was feeling slightly better that he started noticing things. One, the fact that the taste in his mouth was appalling and he needed to get rid of it immediately, another was the fact that his shaggy hair was sticking up everywhere, and finally, he wasn't wearing anything besides his black boxers.
He shrugged it all off. The foul taste in his mouth was caused by the obvious. He rarely is his hair ever kept in one style so maybe this will be the new look for the next few weeks or so. The boxers... well he always slept in just his boxers anyways.
He grabbed for his toothbrush and the toothpaste and set about getting rid of the first problem. The bitter taste in his mouth was the easiest to get rid of. It was the pounding headache and the general feeling that someone had beaten the crap out of him that was hard to get rid of. A couple of Tylenol and a bottle of water would be a good start.
Jun padded out of the large marble bathroom and made his way across the suite to the mini bar, intent on getting himself a bottle of water. He pushed aside his discarded shirt that he wore the night before as well as a white lacy bra and used the key to open the mini bar. Grabbing a bottle he closed the door and started back towards the bathroom.
He froze.
White lacy bra?
He slowly turned back towards the mini bar. Sure enough, there was his shirt, and resting on it was a white.. lacy.. bra.
MatsuJun blinked.
Toothbrush still in his mouth, a bottle of water in his hand, Jun slowly bent over and picked up the bra with his free hand.
Jun blinked again. “The heck...?”
Very very slowly, his brain began to function again. He held the bra up and looked at it.
White... Lacy...
His heart skipped a beat.
He felt like he was moving in slow motion. He turned back towards the bed. All that greeted him was dark brown hair strewn across the crisp white sheets; everything else was covered by the blankets he had thrown away from himself when he rushed to the bathroom.
The bottle of water slipped from his limp hand and landed with a soft thump on the carpeted floor.
'Okay... strange woman in my bed. Don't panic.'
The white bra slipped from his other hand and fell to the floor.
'Don't panic.'
MatsuJun resisted the urge to flee the scene before the woman woke up. Actually, he had a stronger urge and that was to crawl back into bed with the woman and wake her up. He shook his head viciously at that thought, only to jar whatever brain cells he had left. His head screamed in agony at the sudden movement and he gripped his hair tightly.
Tylenol. Then water.
Jun bent over and picked up the water bottle he had dropped. 'Gods, I hope no one else woke up with a surprise.'
He tiptoed over to his overnight bag and started searching as quietly as he could for the
Tylenol he had packed.
The woman on the bed shifted, her hair disappeared beneath the covers. Jun froze.
'Don't panic!'
His head throbbed, his stomach started heaving again. He continued his search.
'Don't panic!'
He found the painkillers and immediately popped open the cap and dumped out four capsules. He downed two and drank the entire bottle of water in one shot. He placed the other two on the table on his side of the bed. She was probably going to have a killer hangover too. At least, he hoped so. He hoped he hadn't gone and done anything extremely stupid.
'Don't panic!!'
His eyes caught sight of a folded piece of paper on the table. He picked it up, noting it was made of heavier paper, and unfolded it, wondering what the hell it could be. He caught his own name first. Then another name.
"Inoue... Mao..." he said softly.
His heart skipped a beat as he said the name, and then looked at the lump on the bed that was the mystery woman. He looked back at the paper in his hands and froze.
There, on the top of the sheet, written in nice calligraphy were the words "Certificate of Marriage".
'PANIC!!'