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Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any Sailor Moon related characters. Nor do I own Minako, or Kunzite, though I do tend to refer to him as, my Kuny-kun-kun or my Kunzy a lot….
Another note, this story was inspired by a fic I read on winglin long ago called Truly, Madly, Deeply. Excellent fic, can’t find it any more though…
Chapter 1: Lusting Darkness
“Don’t!” a deep, commanding voice demanded. “Keep it dark,” he said, taking a deep breath, to relax his nerves.
“You really think this is the best investment? With the money we’re putting into fixing this place up, we’d be lucky to even break even,” the blond reported, “’sides I hear this place use to be a hot spot hen house. That’s a hard rep to overcome, Kay.”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion Jaden, when I want it, I’ll ask for it,” a lighter note, evident in the hidden man’s tone. In the darkest corner of the room, a shadowed figure sat on a rusty old cot. “This place has a lot of sentimental value…”
“Kunzite Kean, sentimental, wow, that’s hard to picture,” the blond laughed heartily. “So what’s the story, lose your virginity here or something?”
There was no reply. On the squeaking moldy cot, the platinum blond sat, his eyes closed, his breathing even, he was reminiscing, his past. He could here her voice, he could feel her touch.
“You’re tense today…” she mumbled, as she curled up against him, taking the cigarette from his lips, snapping it in half and tossing it onto the floor.
He grumbled a curse under his breath, reaching under the cot for another cigarette. His lighter in his hand. Right as he found the pack, she pounced on him, pinning him down.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, making absolute sure he dropped the pack of cigarettes.
He grinned, stroking her beautiful silky hair. “Let me see you in the light,” pulling the lighter near her face.
She immediately withdraws, “I’m leaving…”
He wiped the lighter at the wall across the room. “It’s gone. Happy?”
She stopped for a moment, but decided against staying. She searched for her clothes.
“I could’ve lit it anytime. I wouldn’t have asked you!” he declared, angrily.
“I’m not your little whore, I don’t come and go as you please,” she spat back bitterly.
“You sure prove your point every night by coming to me,” he laughed mockingly.
“FUCK YOU KUZITE!” she half screamed half sobbed. He couldn’t see her face, but he could tell she was crying, he could feel it, she was staring right at him. He couldn’t see her face but he could see the hot tears in her eyes, he could see the disappointment.
She was half way out the door, when he leapt in front of her slamming the door shut, embracing her tightly. “I forbid you to go! You hear me I forbid you! You’re mine!”
She struggled free, shoving him away, “I’m not an object! I’m not your anything!” she cried angrily, slapping him hard across the cheek. She stopped in front of the door, for a brief eternity, “I didn’t want to say goodbye like this…”
He stood glued to the wooden floor, still recovering from the slap. She was a lot of things, mysterious, yes, confusing yes, unreasonable, insane, he could admit and accept it all, she may be warm and comforting one minute, and angry another. But she never hit him, no matter how idiotic he was, no matter what he says. He’s said by far worst things in the past, but she’d always melt in his arms, she never stepped away from an intimate moment. “…Goodbye?” he repeated, finally having it click in his mind. The door closed. She was gone.
“Kunzite?”
Kunzite opened his eyes, seeing his own orbs reflecting off of shining sapphire, but for a brief moment, he saw her cornflower blues.
“Kunzy…” he heard Jaden, his lawyer, his consultant, and best friend, calling to him.
Kunzite shoved him aside playfully, “Don’t call me that,” he said sternly.
“What’s wrong, little guy?” Jaden asked, talking down to him, as if he were a child. When in actuality, he stood a good head taller than the blond.
Kunzite shook his head, he stood up and strode across the room, “This isn’t going to work…”
“Exactly!” Jaden exclaimed. “I knew you’d see it my way. This place is no place for the hotel! Come, I saw the perfect location, it oversees the lake and…”
“THAT’S…not what I meant,” Kunzite intercepted his consultant before he got carried away.
Jaden continued speaking about the lake and the marvelous view, then paused, “…wait…What did you mean?” he asked.
“This room isn’t large enough. When the hotel is built, I want this room to be four times as big, it’s be our grandest suite,” Kunzite announced, caressing a broken over turned coffee table. He savored the darkness for a while longer, and abruptly made his way out. “Come, Blake, we’ve a meeting to attend. I want this place demolished by Wednesday, 2 pm. I want ground to break for the construction for Aphrodite’s Woes by Friday. Understood?” he turned back and grinned at Jaden.
“That’s ridiculous!” Jaden exclaimed.
“Make it happen,” Kunzite grinned, leaving the sulking blond alone in the room. “Hurry now, we’ve a press meeting to attend.”
“I know I don’t have the greatest reputation here, most of you probably went to high school with me, and know of my infamous temper and trouble’s attraction to me. This place has sentimental value to me. This is where I grieved my mother and sister’s passing. This is the very place their murder was served justice. The corner stones of my youth; what made me who I am today, is this very town,” he answered, as his publicist told him to do so. While only he knew why he was back, why he needed it built over that old whore house property, only he knew why.
“Why Aphrodite’s Woes?” asked the same reporter. “Aphrodite is the goddess of love, so why associate her with woe?”
Kunzite paused, “Aphrodite goddess of love and beauty, she can’t always be happy, and fulfilled. I’m her woe. Her woe personifies her, and she the woe,” he answered, ‘She personified me…’
“Interesting, but don’t you think with a word like ‘woe’ involved people would avoid your hotel?”
“Reverse psychology,” Kunzite answered. “There’s enough hotels, like the Holiday Inn, or the Four Seasons, I’m different. People remember what stands out. People wonder. At one point people feel alone, people feel woe…they’ll return…”
“Ahem…”
Kunzite turned to see his publicist, standing by the door, telling him to cut the interview short. He did tend to get too cocky, maybe that’s why, Nate, suggests that he keep a cold and silent image. Kunzite cleared his throat. “Enough questions. Thank you.” He stood, and bid the reporters farewell.
Nathan was waiting for him in the hall. “What was that about? You were doing great until ‘people feel alone, people feel woe…they’ll return…’ you can’t go about talking crazy talk, you here? The last thing you want is bringing any subject linking insanity back out into public eye.”
Kunzite frowned, as he strode past Nathan, “What ideas do you have to promote my hotel?” he asked, as they together strode past the crowded hallway. He grabbed bottled water from one of the assistants running about.
“Turning an old whore house into a hotel isn’t the greatest idea, Kunzite,” Nathan tried reasoning. “Bad rep, bad publicity, that’s one thing we don’t need right now. Heck, we don’t even need this hotel. What possessed you to set out on this venture?”
Kunzite paused, and looked at Nathan, “I like challenges. I want to see what the paparazzi have left to throw at me. I can hardly care about how the public see me. If you can’t do your job, then I can easily hire another. Now, how will you promote my damn hotel?”
“It’s not even built yet, must you be such a tight ass on promotion? You usually trust my competence,” Nathan answered.
“Then don’t tell me how to do my job,” Kunzite replied. “Trust works both ways. It’s a small side project Nate, I don’t see why both you and Jaden are so concerned over this simple task.”
“Exactly,” Nathan agreed, “ever since when has Kunzite Kean been concerned over simple tasks?” he countered.
“You know me well, Nathan,” Kunzite grinned. “Just settle this for me now. I just want this done as soon as possible. I’m flying out tomorrow, to meet Zachary, to deal with other matters.” He patted Nathan’s back affectionately, and left.
Ten years. Close to ten years, since he’s last been here, in this town. The past ten years was nothing but work, building his empire, now he’s the biggest name in the security industry world wide, weather in home security, or escort/body guarding services.
Ten years prior, he was also famous among all, the lone survivor and heir to his family fortune. His mother and sister both lost their lives during a notorious kidnapping, conducted by none other than his uncle. He was a key witness in putting is uncle in jail, only to receive news three months later that he had committed suicide in jail. After further investigation he found evidence, that it was actually his dad behind it all. Not wanting to accuse his father, and have history repeat itself, and be responsible for his father’s death as well, he retreated to himself, hiding, isolated from all, pushing all away.
He had withdrawn from the social spotlight. His straight A average dropped. He failed to graduate, and was forced to stay behind, refusing to leave. He drifted from his father, avoided going home at all costs. He drowned his frustrations at the world in alcohol.
He spent fewer and fewer nights at home, crashing in his car. Somehow, one night he ended up at “Sinful Pleasures,” the now old run-down whore house he was now turning into the luxurious hotel, ‘Aphrodite’s Woes’. The first night he met her nothing happened. He passed out, and woke up. He knew nothing. He had vague memories of what happened the night before. Just someone caressing his hair, listening to him ramble, whispering sweet soothing words into his ears. The next night he returned, looking for her, not knowing who to look for or what to look for. Not being able to find the right girl, intoxicated, he roamed the halls, and stumbled into a dark room, where he found a sobbing girl. That night something did happen.
He didn’t care who she was, all that mattered was her, always there with him. He never saw her face, but he knew every curve, every crevice, every scar, of her body. He knew the feel of her skin, the scent of her better than he knew the back of his hand. Within a week, he convinced the owner to allow him to rent a room to permanently stay. He saw no one else but her, but he never saw her in the light. He promised not tell anyone else about them, and their nightly excursions.
He felt safe and real, like a real person with her. No one else ever treated him the way she did. She meant more to him than he ever cared to admit. She wouldn’t be 100 truthful to him, then neither would he. She knew who he was, she didn’t care, yet he didn’t even have a name to match her lovely…her loveliness. Then she was gone. She left, without a trace. He waited day in and day out, night after night, refusing to leave the damn room until she came to see him. But she never came.
He went completely insane in the following months. Not long after her departure he confronted his father, and a power struggle occurred one dark and stormy night. Things are still murky, but he remembered arguing with his father one night about one of his mistresses, and he accused his father being responsible for the death of his mother and sister. His father had a problems knowing that someone else knew the truth, he immediately decided to eliminate all potential threats. Kunzite remembered being attacked, he had a gun, struggling back and forth, a shot was fired. When every thing sank in, the police were there investigating, his father was being taken away in an ambulance.
After two years of trials, his father was admitted into an asylum. Things began settling in for Kunzite, he was without a doubt alone. He cleaned up his act, finished school, and began building his empire.
Of course through the years he had a handful of women to satisfy his needs, but none matched his midnight maiden. These ten years he focused on his empire, but now it was stable, and his mind was able to linger. Even more so when he met up with the previous owner of ‘Sinful Pleasures,’ at a conference party four days ago. He was determined to own that property. Determined to wait until she returned. He knew she’d be back. She was his after all.
After all the publicity he planned on promoting his hotel, no one in the entire continent will not know what ‘Aphrodite’s Woe,’ is. And knowing her, as much as he did, he knew she’d be too curious, to not show. It was all a matter of time. He was a patient man. What his will forever be his. And she was his.
AN: That's it for now... i got inspired for this story on the subway on sunday, plus an idea i've been dying to use for years but didn't kno how till now...pls read n review...hoped u enjoyed...take carez...this is a lot shorter than my usual stories hehe
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