[IC] Fight Club

[amorphical]

Two weeks, two weeks of board meetings deadlines and scrambling to keep on top. Hanzo was the number two man for the western sector and he wanted to be number one. The job was twice as bad because where everyone else in the office had interns and secretaries, Hanzo had nothing but himself. It had to stop. Everything in the phones calendar would drain the battery on a daily bases. Aki knew every outlet carried a cord in his briefcase and a solar charger in a dire emergency. His salary was good except for the hotel stays and lunches. He swore if it wasn't for coffee he would have died by now. Two and a half days getting home Friday late in the evening. Where he would sleep until Saturday then fight until Monday where at two in the morning he would leave to catch a train back to Tokyo.

Crammed in the train with other office workers each one smelling of fabric deodorizer and coffee. Each one looking like they ran a marathon in their suits. Hanzo was no different. Barely hanging on to the ring feeling the exhaustion of the last week taking its toll. just one night of sleep in his own bed and then the fight would begin. The thought alone made him smirk. This time he would lead the charge he needed an assistant someone anyone to just pour coffee on him while he worked to answer the phone to let him get a few more seconds to think. The latest blunder of calling to the Americas and so tired Hanzo spoke Japanese to the board for two minutes before they hung up on him. Then his boss came down to check on him and give his verbal wake up call. This week was the worst and according to Aki's boss the last wake up call he would receive. He had to "Get it together" or take a demotion. Aki knew he had to get some help. There was just no way around it.

The train came to a stop and Hanzo's phone alarm went off telling him it was time to wake up and get off the train. Stepping onto the platform and taking a deep breath. The air was clean and made him relax. Hanzo walked up to his wife and kissed her cheek half asleep. getting into the car and off his feet felt great. The few minute drive and they were home. Aki failed to notice her hair down or that she wore makeup and the sun dress that was practically see through and so tight on her.

Miku wanted sex! It had been over a month and for the last two years was only after a major fight where she was pressed against him as they yelled back and forth. Miku occasionally sent a risky message to his phone only to get, at best, a link to shipping. He worked hard and Miku knew that but she didn't want him to stray. She wanted to feel close to him and to be a wife not just a roommate that saw each other occasionally. She had to be a professional the unflattering lab coat and her hair always up. it didn't help that Mitzumi would tell her about her weekend and try to get Miku to go to a bar as a wing-man. Miku's friend not only worked with her but lived really close to the office. Occasionally Miku would stay over at her place instead of driving back. One fight was when when Mitsumi took a picture of Miku half undressed on her couch asleep. She meant it as a sexy pic, but it turned into a fight and one of the louder ones.

As they walked in Aki took off his shoes and gave his wife a kiss before heading off to bed. Aki was so tired he didn't notice the dinner or the candles. He didn't notice the flowers or the house was clean. Miku sighed and blew out the candles, put the food away and sent a text to her friend. "Hey wanna go out tonight?"

Mitzumi's reply, "I'll get ready! We can go to ARAKU, I heard they updated their Karaoke system."

Miku turned out the lights and left locking the door behind her.

[amorphical]

Aki awoke after a solid fourteen hour nap. Rolling onto his side to check the time in the comfort of his own bed, it was 11:14. He looked around and didn't see her in the bed room. Getting to the his feet Aki made his way to the bathroom and after getting the weeks stench off his skin dressed and made it into the living room to find Miku passed out on the couch. Aki just shook his head and moved to the kitchen to make some breakfast. The sun was in full effect outside streaming through the windows of the house and the sky was for the most part clear minus some skittered clouds. There was just something about the smell and feel of being home that felt so damn relaxing. Maybe today would be different? He put a little more effort into cooking and made sure to make enough for two.

Miku stirred to the smell of food in the house. Sitting up on the sofa and rubbing her hangover she tried her best to remember last night. Miku could barely breath in the sun dress. Getting to her feet and made it to the breakfast to see Aki sitting there with two plates of food and a pretty good spread. Pouring some juice and trying not to bring too much attention to her bed head she sat and smiled not wanting to be the first to ruin the scene.

Rested and half finished with breakfast Aki finally noticed the dress she was wearing. A smile grew on his face as he let himself stare good and long at his wife. The sun streaming through the room gave away the rest! "Good morning, you wore the dress I like so much. Why did you sleep on the couch?"

"I... I was tired. I put the dinner away and spent the first three hours home getting ready for you." Miku didn't look up as she ate the late breakfast. Fighting her hangover and the bright sunlight streaming into the house was almost torture. Damn that Mitzumi and her hurricanes.

"I want to talk about getting some help. I need it and last Tuesday my boss told me not to come back with out some." His voice gave a seriousness to it that was far more intense filtered through her hang over came out light the first punch.

"No I don't need you in hotels with some twenty one year old going over your briefs. You've done fine and can keep doing it by yourself." Miku was grabbing her head with both hands trying to keep it from exploding.

"No. This wasn't a request I really messed up and I'm getting some help. I'm the only one in that office answering my own phone and its taking time from the work and reports due every day. I'm getting a intern and maybe a secretary too. They are having a internship next week and I'll be putting in for three positions. One for.."

"No. Not three, not even one. I don't get to see you for weeks at a time and when I do your too tired to even eat the dinner I made." Miku's voice was irritated like a low growl.

"I would have the energy if I wasn't doing the work of four people!" His voice raised to just below shouting.

It was killing her head which made Miku raise her own in a even more stern tone. Not wanting to say she had a hangover or how she got it. "I said no!" Miku looked up at him like a poised wolf ready to bite his throat out!

Aki pounded the table and stood up looking down at her. "I made breakfast, tried to keep this a discussion, and made my last mistake at work. I'm getting some interns! So I can be home more often and not be dead on my feet when I get home!"

The shouting set Miku off as the last straw. Slapping the table as Miku looked up at him, "No! I go through the effort of looking pretty for you and wearing this damn dress and you don't even touch me! I cant even breathe in this damn thing and its so tight!"

Bearing clenched teeth as the muscles in Aki's jaw flexed, but his eyes were on her body and that dress... The square neck line and her breathing. He moved around the table and put his face right in front of hers. It had been too long...

[amorphical]

In bed Aki held Miku close. Both a little sweaty and Aki kissing her passionately. He didn't want to break the new found mood by more talking. All at once like a dam breaking the passion flooded over him and washed them both away.

"Mmmm..." Her body intertwined with his as she laid there. Her head ache now replaced by a euphoric rush of endorphins. Her breathing slowed but her heart still raced a little. "Still want interns?" She playfully pressed against him.

Aki rolled his eyes "Its not like that!" Aki got up from the bed and moved to the bathroom. Reaching in to turn on the water to bathe. "I have to answer to people and I can't do two or three conference calls, set up appointments, have lunch, and do a presentation all at the same time!"

Aki didn't hear the response or Miku get out of bed. Pressing against him from behind. "No you don't. Why don't you take some time off? Then relaxed you can..."

"That's not funny. They would replace me if I did that then where would we be? We've been over this! We can't With both of us working we can pay off the house in half the time then maybe you can stop working and do other things."

"I need to work I'm not staying in this house going out of my mind being bored. I worked hard earning that degree not to use it and we both have debt from school to pay off." Miku waited crossed arms for the water.

"So do I! Neither debts will be paid if I take a vacation. Starting Monday I'll have to choose at least one to help me through the day. It's no longer my choice. I either get some help or look for another job. Getting fired isn't the type of thing that other employers want in a worker." Aki passed the shower head to her as he started to bathe.

"Then look for another job while you're still there. that way you can quit and maybe move to..." He laughed before getting sprayed with water.

"This is cut throat. If I did that then I would be just as blacklisted. That type of person never moves up, because the company has no trust in them." Aki couldn't help watching Miku while they bathed.

Miku noticed, and played it up. "Change is good. You need to consider that you have hit the top in that company and need a change."

"Ha..." He had a retort but lost it following a trail of soap from Miku's hair.

Miku used it to her advantage and kept talking. "See, Like this soap there are lots of avenues to get to where you want to go. each path is different and not a strait line." Arching her body to create different soap trails.

Aki rinsed and left before his resolve gave out. "You're wrong. Sexy, but wrong. I can turn this around and then get a promotion, but I need help and it's happening. So you'll see after the first week things will be different."

"That's what I don't want! Just use an answering machine." Miku rinsed her hair a final time before getting out.

Aki finished getting dressed, and moved into the kitchen rummaging through the fridge. Settling on a beer. It was gonna be another long weekend.

[amorphical]

Aki gave her a kiss on the cheek before getting on the train for the city. He watched Miku get smaller and smaller so fast now she was gone he tried to give a final thought to his dilemma to try and find some way around this problem or perhaps a solution his tired mind couldn't think of till now. He spent the whole ride in vain.

Getting to the office his phone was silent for just enough time to set his briefcase down on the floor next to his desk. It rang and Aki answered. "Hanzo, Logistical director for Takie industries."

"Hanzo! You have a full day to organize the new staff and by the end of the day the budget will allow you to keep two aides. The aids will be ready to interview by you at ten till lunch and then I want your decisions by end of day."

"Yes sir. Thank you." Hanzo waited until he hung up first. Then Hanzo hung up the phone.

Aki looked at his watch. It was eight twenty five. He set everything up for the interview process. He looked outside his office after spending some extra time on ongoing projects and made some phone calls. He had already made a requisition order for tow more desks and chairs with computers. There was one woman in the hall. He kept his face stone and greeted her. "Are you here for the assistant interveiw? You're early. Ms?"

"Miss, ...Tanaka." She swept some of her long black hair behind an ear. Walking past she had a smallest hint of perfume. One after another Hanzo interviewed them, six in all, and worked through lunch. Looking over their resumes all were good workers but as always some stood out more then others. He used his white board and made the five top criteria for the position. Education, experience, work ethic, presentation, communication, and organization. Hanzo made some phone calls to prior employees and asked about their experiences. It was four P.M. Hanzo sent a email to the hiring staff to declare his top two candidates. He sent a blind CC to his boss. Using the last half hour to call his wife. No answer.

The hallway way narrow and not designed for a secretary in the front. They all had to share the space and that was challenging to say the least! Hanzo finally set up a double desk and had the monitor facing back to back. In the space Hanzo use to sleep in. Now hopefully he could get ahead of his work load. He took the rest of the day to plot his work load into three subsections. Contacts sub section phone numbers, addresses, and emails. A Key to routing shipping receiving and import/ exports current and future. A directory to Company personnel, who they are and why their important.

In the morning the furniture came and he set it up. Looking at the clock it was only 730 he already used the dry erase board to lay out the day as he could best describe it. Today would be the first day for the new hires and Hanzo had faith in their abilities. It was sink or swim day for them. Hanzo had no time to teach them more. He made some calls and sent out an email to all of his contacts as he shaved his face and made coffee. The email informed them of the two new points of contact. Miss Ejin, Miss Misuki who would be sending and receiving all future communications. Hanzo had a presentation at nine to the board about finding new options to their bottleneck in the overseas distribution center.

[amorphical]

The first day was a great success! Hanzo had time to sit and actually eat his food without a phone in his ear. Both aids in their first day had instantly become invaluable! Especially when there was an issue with distribution that Miss Misuki tackled before he even had a change to worry about it. She was on the phone listened to the issue and solved it rerouting the shipment through the secondary warehouse avoiding a significant delay in product scheduling. She was a natural. At the end of the day they all looked at each other and smiled. Hanzo gave an approving nod. "Thank you both for helping today. I look forward to working with you both tomorrow and the future." He stood and gave a respectful bow to them both. They returned the bow as well.

Miss Ejin cleared her throat, "Well I have to go home. I've set your scheduled out for tomorrow and sent you a copy in your email." She grabbed her coat and walked out closing the door behind her. She walked down the hall impressed with Hanzo's professionalism. She was glad to finally get through the first day of work without a remark or a grope of her body. She was curvy but that was not an invitation to grab her. Now if she could make it through the train ride. Even in a car with all females there was the occasional bump and a smile. She wanted to just make it home and relax on the couch for a bit.

Miss Misuki looked as the door shut and tucked some of her hair behind an ear. "Mr. Hanzo I think there is a few solutions that can be implemented before tomorrow concerning the routs from the docks to other warehouses." She reached over and grabbed a marker she began to layout a whole new distribution network and changed the flow of every thing with the current time of shipments and future time of shipments after the changes. She even eliminated two of the warehouses completely working the numbers to factor savings and reallocation of manpower to increase productivity at two of the critical stop points! She let out a sigh when she was done. As Hanzo sat and watched everything it was so obvious it would work! With a smirk he nodded and began furiously typing away sending the recommendations to the boss waiting for a reply. When he addressed the bottom Hanzo put "The logistics division." Followed by all of their names. He then wrote a letter of commendation in both of their files and sent it to HR. Leaning back he was so impressed with everything done in a single day he failed to recognize the massage he was receiving from two hands behind his chair. Hanzo felt his face flush. "Miss Misuki I don't require that type of aide. That will be all for today." Hanzo didn't look at her. He heard her grab her coat and left.

Misuki was walking down the hall she knew she was a good worker first of her class. She felt she could be a great manager but she would often be over looked. Too often she had been paired with a girl prettier than she was and did half the work that Misuki produced yet these pretty girls would get the promotions and advances. She learned that the only way to compete with that was to play the game. She never imagined she would like it so. The way she advanced and the others didn't the way it made her feel pretty and keep her in a job. It was really her only defense against that type of warfare. This was no different. He was a guy and Ejin was her rival. She would not be let go again and forced to find another job with an excellent reference. She deserved this spot! It was hers! Misuki knew there was only one reason Misuki was picked to stay. She smiled deviously as she watched the elevator doors close. Tomorrow would be different.

Hanzo double checked everything and when he was satisfied it was all done he looked at the clock. 5:25pm! It was the earliest he ever was done with a day! He stood up and grabbing his coat left for the day! The motel would be a good spot and this time he could sleep! If this kept up he could go home this weekend! The thought of going home as a person and not a zombie made him smile. He called home. No answer. Beep. "Hello Honey I'm leaving work I'm done for the day with everything! I cant tell you how much better work was! I love you and miss you. I'll be home this weekend! Wear something pretty we'll go out and celebrate!"

Checking in he made it to the coffin hotel. Climbing in he laid down and slept worry free about tomorrow the first time in a long time. Waking up the following day at five and heading over to the gym to shower and shave before heading to the office.

[amorphical]

At the office he got there first only to realize he was very early. Hanzo also forgot that everything that was due yesterday was done already. He sat in his office at seven o'clock and checked his emails. Nothing. looking at the immaculate system Misuki had set up. Finally what Hanzo had carried around in his head for so long because it was constantly changing. today was the first day everything wold be on time. Taking a second to call his wife.

Miku was at work. Looking through a microscope as she heard the door to the lab open. "Hey! We need to go out tonight look at the catch of my dating profile! This guy is hot, hmm!"

"Not now mitzumi. I'm looking at this weeks samples." Miku waved a free hand behind her.

"You have to get out and let off some of that steam." Mitzumi leaned over Miku's shoulder.

She sighed and turned around with a blush to her face. "I already have."

A shocked Mitzumi hugged her! "Thats great! You have to tell me every naughty detail. Then we can go out and you can teach me."

Miku rolled her eyes. "I shouldn't I have to be home I have.." Mitzumi covered her mouth with a hand and shaking her head.

"No way, remember the rule you get some then its my turn." Miku blushed a little. Moving her head back to speak.

"Fine alright! Just dont get all yuri on me. You know how that creeps me out." Sticking out their tongues at each other.

After work Miku clocked out after securing her station for the night. walking out of the building she was rubbing her eyes until someone hugged her from behind. "You ready to party? This guy isn't going to know what happened after tonight! He will be my servant!"

"Ive got to get home. Im not going out in this." Squeezing out of Mitzumis grip. Miku liked her but she was too grabby at times. Mitzumi blamed it on a college dare but it still wasn't for Miku.

"I'll ride with you. You can stop by my place so I can get some clothes then head to the club!" Mitzumi followed her friend to the car and got in. Reclining the seat and stretching out. Muki sighed before turning on the car and driving home. She pulled along the sidewalk and got out. The sun was almost out of sight by the time they got there and it wouldn't be long until the street lights were on.

"I'll just be a moment." Looking at the car to see Mitzumi steeping out and closing the door.

"Great I just need to freshen up before we drive off." She walked towards the house holding the gate for her friend. As they both entered the house Mitzumi made a line for the bathroom while Miku shut the door and walked to the bed room.

In the bedroom Miku started gathering her things while getting out of her clothes. She looked in the closet and picked out a nice dress nothing flashy but simple. She noticed the dress from her weekend on the floor and blushing kicked it under the bed. She laid her choice on the bed then started on her makeup.

Not five minutes later. "Nuh-uh nope not this one were not heading to the library." Miku hear her friend rummaging through the closet.

"Get out of there!" no pause as her friend continued to rummage.

"Wow! You're wearing this! When did you even get this thing?! Are you an escort of something?"

"No I'm not wearing that!" Miku knew without looking the choice. It was a tiny tiny black number that she wore once a few days after her honeymoon. It was almost a crime to wear that out in public. She would be unable to bend at the waist or run in that thing. It was made for one thing and that was not what she was going out for. They stepped back out of the house Miku had the dress in her hand as they made it to the car. She gave Mitzumi a deadly look. "I am not drinking in this and you better be there for me."

Mitzumi nodded but as she turned her head away from her friend she smiled deviously. Tonight was her turn one way or the other.

[amorphical]

Hanzo actually got ahead for the first time in years. Turning on the office computer and start with the mornings correspondence. Able to read up on last nights situation report, memos, emails, and phone messages. Nothing from home made Hanzo a little sad but having spare time was new. Maybe she was just too use to not calling because of his normal work schedule. Giving a shrug Hanzo got busy on replies and solutions to distribution problems. Cutting through over half of the morning correspondence before Mrs Ejin came walking in and turned on her computer.

A little surprised to see Hanzo sitting at his desk. "Good morning Mr. Hanzo. I'll start..." she looked at the half full coffee pot. Giving it a brief smirk of acknowledgement. "I'll just start with sending out the morning emails and setting up appointments then." Taking off her suit coat before getting to work.

No more than two minutes later Mrs. Misuki came in to work her hair pinned back with some clips and fresh manicure. "Good morning Mr. Hanzo. A quick glance over at Ejin before her eyes got wide at the bold move of her counter part to remove her own coat already. Misuki sat down in her own chair and began to furiously type at her desk. How dare that busty tramp already make her move on the second day! Well, before the weeks out she was determined not to be unemployed by any means! Which of course did not go unnoticed by Ejin...

Ejin noticed that while her counterpart was on time she started to work at a furious pace! Setting her coffee cup to the side she began to type faster even though it was a simple email soon it became a short novella. The two workers now in constant determination to be the busiest worker. By lunch they both frantically clicked on their mouse and scanned document after document trying to find extra work for the day! Only to discover on both ends they had done most of the week already! The silence from typing now became a panic attack to find work!

Misuki Stood up and waled over to the S.O.P. binders and with a smirk noticed the organizational binder was three years out of date. Giving it a hug she moved it back to her desk. "I will update this over lunch if that is acceptable?" Giving a look at Hanzo.

He looked up trying to respond to the guy on the phone only able to give Misuki a nod of approval. He was having a great day only managing the occasional phone call and not juggling five things at once. Honestly impressed by both new workers. The thought of a second weekend in a row at home made him very happy! Even to the point the tension in his shoulders was now just soreness.

Ejin was not happy at the idle sound of her own keyboard as her counterpart was willing to rewrite a manual during lunch. She had to find something to work on! Then it came to her that some of the warehouse orders were not as quick as they should be. She opened an email to the warehouse manager enclosing a introduction email an a semi not so professional picture of herself to help motivate him to get things moving. The email contained a lot of flattery and appreciation for the hard work they do. Standing up from her desk she put on her coat. "I'm going to take my lunch would you like anything, Mr. Hanzo?"

The tone piqued Misuki's ear. That slut was trying to favor with being subtle! By the time she finished the new operations manual Misuki was going to be the favored and that big bimbo would be out of the office! A devious grin briefly appeared on her face as she typed with a fever pace!

Mr Hanzo shook his head still in the mind set he had a lot of work to do as was a habit of being overworked. Before the boss could change his mind Ejin had left the room.

It was just the two of them in the office and Misuki was practically punching the keyboard in an effort to get noticed. It had the wrong effect as Hanzo cleared his throat and as their eyes met he gave the quiet signal with a finger to his lips. Misuki sunk a little in her chair as she typed quietly.

[amorphical]

Miku was at home sitting in the sofa after doing the usual time consuming choirs. She made the bed, vacuumed, and checked the fridge with a pout on her face. It was mostly empty save for two beers and some condiments. Straitening up from bending over to inspect the fridge she smirked. Getting out of the house might just be what she needed.

Walking quickly to the bedroom she opened the closet, it was time to do a little dressing up. Picking out a yellow blouse top with spaghetti shoulder straps and a knee length white skirt she also went with a white pair of stockings with some lacey top for confidence. A small spritz of perfume about her neck for no real reason. Biting her lower lips Miku had gone a step further and wore the garter piece that went with the stockings and a lacey white bra. It had been a while since she wore it remarking the top was a little tight. Giving the thought of gaining weight a sigh she shook the thought from her head. The bored housewife felt a little more optimistic as she reached the front door stopping to gather her purse and put on some very modest flats.

The day was warm and sunny. A few clouds were floating far off in the distance. Thankfully during the summer there was nothing but humidity and heat. Getting caught in a downpour in her cotton dress would be less than ideal. At the store she wondered about the isles looking at the produce and the prices. The undergarments giving the brunette a sense of deviousness. In her hands she held the deep basket and began to select some fresh veggies, a five pound bag of rice, eggs, fish, and a case of beer. The last item gained the housewife some inquisitive looks. As usual the ring Miku wore made the curious bystanders keep their distance. At least all but one person.

"Would you like some help with that miss?" The young man asked. His name tag read, 'Tomo'. He was tall for a teenager. Maybe still in high school, definitely not able to shave Miku thought. His black hair was so thick and shiny like a ravens feathers. Yet the most incredible thing about him was the blue eyes! There were like sapphires or made of crystal!

Miku looked away shaking her head no! By then the manager came over to shoo the boy away, "I am sorry Mrs. He is new. Haru go restock the shelves like I told you."

Miku thought to herself, "Tomo... Haru..." She felt her face get a little red. "I am sorry." She walked to the register where the older man rang up her items. Her heart felt light as she stood there silently paying for the total then leaving with her bags she walked down the street with a smile on her face, "Haru-kun" Miku's voice a soft whisper. She needed to go shopping next week she thought to herself. A little harmless flirting might just be what she needed during the time alone.

Getting to the house front door The brunette took the keys from her purse and opened the door stepping inside to set the groceries down. She sat on the small stool and took off her flats. bringing her fingertips to her cheeks she still could feel the shameful blush. The image of those blue eyes danced about her mind for the rest of the day as she put away the groceries, and then sat on the sofa thinking of Haru.

[amorphical]

It was almost 6pm when Hanzo looked up from replying to the last email. Too late to go home for the three hours of time before having to catch the morning train back to the office. He called the house, no answer. Hanzo hoped she was sleeping. "Tomorrow. I'll be home tomorrow." Hanging up the phone Hanzo stood up and stretched. Even the new assitants were tired. They did the work he normally did and still with the three of them it was only seven pm instead of ten. "I want to thank you both. Monday is the hardest and you both helped out. The day starts at 7am. We will go over the plan and schedule meetings for the day to avoid surprises. I'm going to sleep here. The last train should be in the station by eight pm." He bowed politely.

"Mr. Hanzo. I would ask to stay in the office too. Its late and dark out. I dont feel safe walking to the train this time of night." Misuki bowed awaiting his reply.

Yuki looked shocked at the hussy throwing herself at the boss! "I... I would ask to stay too, Mr. Hanzo!" Yuki bowed lower. Hiding her smile even though she had a car and could drive home there was simply no way Yuki would be out maneuvered by that tramp!

Hanzo looked at the two a little taken back at their effort on the first day. "There is a few blankets in the supply closet. With the sofas you may each take one and I will sleep in the office. Good night and good work." Hanzo shut the door and closed the blinds. Exhausted he took off his pants then his shirt. There were hangers in the bottom drawer. Tomorrow he would make it home. A thin bed sheet was also in the same drawer. He unfurled it before sitting into his office chair. Taking off his shoes before propping his feet on the desk. The boss turned off the lights and computer, then closed his eyes. He was so tired, ten hours sleep even in his office was a small blessing he was not about to slip by.

Yuki fake smiled at Misuki. Taking off her flats and then jacket. She watched her rival move to the closet to fetch the blanket. Turning her attention to the sofa. They were comfortable as much as her futon back in her single apartment. Folding her jacket neatly as a second pillow she waited until her rival left the closet area before fetching the other blanket.

Misuki gathered the first blanket judging them to be the same cotton stuffed and semi soft. They didnt have a smell but it was obvious no one really used them in some time. Turning to walk back to the unclaimed sofa, "I think Mr. Hanzo was impressed by our commitment. I think he will be a good boss. Normally they get flustered or turn into pigs when I make this move. Mr Hanzo was very professional." Her voice a soft whisper. She glanced at Yuki. The girl had a lolicon figure definite opposite from her own heavy curves. She slipped out of her heels before untying her long hair from the ponytail.

"Yes. He is very mature to not have fallen for such an obvious play. I think he will make an excellent boss, for me." Yuki said quietly adding a little giggle at the end. Unfolding the blanket before getting on the office sofa to lay down she looked over at the busty coworker. "Could you get the lights?"

Misuki smiled. "Sure." She narrowed her eyes briefly before walking over to the wall switch. "Good night." She whispered. As the light turned off the office was very dark except for the exit sign at the end of the hall.

Yuki rolled her eyes this job was going to be a challenge. She heard the girls heavy foots steps back to the other sofa. It made her smirk thinking of the cow, at least until she heard the unmistakable sound of the metal clasp being unfastened!! She wouldnt dare!? "Was that your bra?!" She quietly hissed!

"Yes." Misuki whispered back in a sweet tone.

Yuki rolled onto her side and pouted, "that tramp!" she thought to herself! Sitting up on the sofa Yuki struggled under the blanket. Taking off her shirt then her bra too. Hearing the gasp of victory she cuddled back down to the sofa. Yuki may not have been as blessed but there was no way she would be out matched! But if her opponent was willing to go this far who was to say that she wouldn't dare cross the line?! Hanzo was married. He wouldnt... would he? The cow did have huge assets. Nervously Yuki set an alarm on her phone for five am.

[amorphical]

Leaning back in her chair behind the office desk she sighed finally sending off the last response to the mountain of emails received in the day. They said it was a tough assignment but this was something on a level the American never expected. She let her blue eyes drift over to the edge of the screen, 8pm?! "Fuck!" The blonde said with a soft sigh of defeat. The last train had left and she didnt have a drivers license for this country yet. Kicking off her shoes under the desk she lifted a foot to rub her soles. With a few clicks she ordered a floor massager for her feet online.

The company was very generous giving her a mini fridge and the office space. Her hair was an issue so they jumped at the chance, or it felt that way to have the American hire sealed away from the other office workers. Amanda was over the whole dying of hair routine from her teens and had no interest in redoing roots every two weeks to the conforming black. Her office had a large window and a view that over looked the ocean, if you had a set of binoculars. A fax /printer /scanner was in the corner as was a mirco single serving cappuccino maker she brought with her. The three screen set up was nice as it allowed her to multitask on her work. Keeping up with current trends and cultures was a full time effort and part of the marketing world. Her team was consisting of three different departments with five to seven people in each department. The all reported to her through the department heads with her being the filter between them and corporate.

Turning off the computer and taking a piece of tape she covered the camera lens. Standing up from her chair she stretched her arms up to the ceiling. Letting them fall back to her side Amanda took off her jacket. She slipped her shoe back on and headed to the rest room to freshen up a little. In her bottom drawer she had placed emergency items. A small cup, tube of travel size toothpaste, and tooth brush, A wash cloth and soap, The blond moved to the bathroom. In the hall she could hear some voices in Japanese.

"Was that your bra?"

The marketing director stopped in her tracks! She was in the dimly lit hallway and the question stopped her to a stand still! Nearly dropping the cup she whipped her head to the direction of the words. The door read, "Hanzo Logistics Director" in Japanese. She had heard this as a taboo in Japan and there was a mountain of steamy manga and books written to the subject but, here, really?!

"Yes" Said a second voice. It seemed closer to the door leading into the hall.

Were there two women having an affair in the Directors office?! Amanda felt her face blush. Were they cleaning staff it was late and the marketing director had no idea who was suppose to be in the office at this time. Were they secretaries in a forbidden love affair?!

"I do this at home. I cant wear it all the time. Maybe your jealous?" The second voice giggled.

"Whatever gets you fired. My Hanzo wouldnt fall for that. He is married and likes smaller ...girls." Said the first younger sounding voice.

"You are jealous! It's is okay to admit it. Not like a lolicon like you had a chance." The second voice said sweetly.

"Jealous of back pain and knocking things over with your huge front no thanks. Besides Mr. Hanzo prefers a strong work ethic and someone who is working long hours over how fat their chest is." Said the first voice.

The sound of a zipper made the blond realize she had moved closer and her ear was against the glass door.

"Well I shouldnt want my skirt to wrinkle. It's unprofessional." Said the second voice, followed by a sound like a briefcase being opened. "A good secretary comes prepared. I'm sure with your wrinkled clothes you'll be sent home. That is what a 2 hour train ride, one way? I'll be sure to get ahead in your absence."

The blond could hear rustling on a sofa. Then a soft sound of a zipper.

"You cant! You didnt bring a change of clothes!" The second voice quietly hissed! "Seriously?! What if he comes in or wakes up early?"

Amanda was stunned to the point her cup fell from her hand to the wood laminate floor with a sharp sound! She panicked and grabbed the items and rushed down the hall as she heard the room go dead quiet!
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Hearing the cup fall and then a lot of footsteps going away from the door made both girls freeze in their banter! Yuki turned slowly to the door and with two fingers moved the blind covering the glass. The hall was dark, the damage done. Now someone knew about their plan. Someone in the office knew of their game of one upping for attention! In the dark office she smiled with her face hanging down. A hand over her heart as it raced. Things were getting interesting! Was it a lonely coworker she could threaten or ...seduce?

Misuki flopped into the sofa pulling the blanket over her head to hide as if she was seven all over again! It was bad enough her rival had goaded her into the argument but now someone might know that she was in her work shirt and panties?! Under covers on the sofa in her bosses office?! She thought Seppuku might be her only option at this point.

Hanzo was fast asleep. Years of routine made office sleeping a pro skill. Like an ancient samurai the Director had sharpened his talent to a keen edge able to defeat even a janitor buffing the floors.
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Making it to the bathroom she leaned against the door short shallow breathing as her mind tried to calm herself. The director had two in his office at the same time?! "My Hanzo... Married?!" She thought replaying the conversation in her head as she walked briskly over to the sink to splash some water on her face. The makeup held. She was going to have to scrub a little. letting the hot water run for a bit Amanda stared at herself in disbelief even as she cleaned her face and noted to bring her kit next time. With the wash cloth she started to wipe her face clean from the day. Replaying the conversation over and over. "Mr. Hanzo..." She would remember that name.

[amorphical]

At work Miku was all business. Her long black hair pinned up, the white lab coat hugging her slender curves as she walked about the lab. She was sitting at her desk when the knock on her door frame made the lab scientist raise her eyes from the black rimmed glasses she wore. "Wanna have lunch?" Mitzumi was all smiles and leaning heavily against the door frame.

Miku smiled at her friend and nodded. "Yes!" She nearly hoped out of her chair and arm in arm walked to the cafeteria. All giggles and smiles as they gathered the items on the trays. She gave a knowing glance at her friend as they sat down to eat and gossip. Of course Mitzumi was going to try to tell her about all the juicy details of her single life weekend. As the girls lips parted slowly to start her tale Miku began instead. She told of her run in with the cute bag boy at the local market. How blue his eyes were, how thick his hair was, how their fingers touched ever so briefly.

Mitzumi was silent. Her eyes wide for the start of the story. She knew her friend, knew the look, knew what Miku was really saying and it made her sad. Even though she tried to smile. With a fake laugh she teased Miku about it, on how young boys were always like that. She tried to tell Miku in a very indirect way how it was harmless. The boy was simply helping and the manager did the right thing by curbing his enthusiasm. Mikus friend of ten years knew there were fights and money was tight. That dream home and their school debts were making them live check by check. On the surface they had made their dreams. But under the surface a riptide that threated to drown them both was silently ready to take them under. She could tell her friend Miku was starting to sink in that moment. "You should send a text to Aki. Tell him you need to see him tonight. All night long."

Miku's face dropped to her tray as her voice grew cold. "He sent me a voicemail saying he would see me tonight but I'm not counting on it. ...He has help now, at work. Female help."

She didnt know it but Mitzumis mouth hung open. "No. He is a good man. He would never." Is what she wanted to say, should of said. There was a few times when they were in a Karaoke and she had one too many she might of leaned on him a little too long but he never made a single move or suggestion that wasnt honorable. Mitzumi was there at their wedding. She knew what type of man he was. He would never do that sort of thing. He worked himself to death for them at that job trying to be number one! "You're wrong." Is all she said to her frined of ten years without even looking at her. Instead she go up without her tray and walked away.

Mitzumi had his number but never called. It was for an emergency only and hell if this didnt count as one in her eyes. "Mr. Hanzo. Its Mitzumi. You have to go home Mr. Hanzo. You have to go home now... tonight." She leaned against the wall and sighed. Her mind began to race with options. Maybe she could get the kid fired, or have him move, or just kidnapped for a few years until this was over and Miku was back to normal? She sent a text to Aki, "Miku isnt feeling good she needs you to come home." She quietly cursed at herself for getting involved.

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The morning came and Mr. Hanzo woke to his 630AM alarm. He shaved and got dressed with some air freshener to his jackets arm holes. Turning on his computer and raising the blinds first to the window and second to his office door. He gasped at what he saw next! The were in their desks respectively a little disheveled from sleeping on the sofa but already typing like crazy! He stepped out into the common area to see everything was orderly and the blankets were put away. Walking over to the coffee pot that was already full and hot! He made a cup silently watching their drive, though admittingly not certain what they were working on so hard. He slowly walked closer first to Askana. She was already murdering incoming emails from local vendors and had a long list of replies... since FIVE AM?! Her desk had a half cup of coffee and the woman's fingers blazed away at the keyboard easily typing sixty words a minute! With a silent nod he moved over to Miss Ejins desk. She had an empty cup with the fresh stain of coffee in the bottom. Her fingers were slower but she was working on... restructuring the lower east side distribution numbers?! That was a mess! Even Hanzo hated dealing with the constant stream of invoices, and corrections, and deletions or last minute adds to orders. Ejin was typing slower because she had a second screen and was ten keying the figures in real time!!! He was about to offer praise when the phone rang. Only three steps to his office yet Yuki had picked up the call on her desk. They were making his job more streamlined then it had been in the last five years! Silently he continued to his desk.

Everything seemed handled he would get the occasional transfer call to someone wanting to speak to him directly, a few points requiring his decision. The new hires had by lunch the day 90% completed. As a reward he made time to have catering delivered. He ate with them in the common room. The new hires casting smiles at each other as they ate and talked about the figures, emails, and issues. Keeping to themselves the events of last night.

After lunch everyone returned to their prospective desks and resumed their work. Hanzo received an email from the Marketing director wanting to speak with him when the time was right. He felt now would be fine as the office was operating smoothly. Getting his jacket he stood at the doorway. "I need to see the Marketing director. I will be back shortly. I have my cell if there is an emergency." He returned their head nod and left. Heading to the elevator. He never had to go up before except for the one time where he was given the warning of his performance. The managing director was on the tenth floor. He knew they had hired a new one ever since Mr. Tanaka retired last year over health concerns. The man was nearly seventy, Hanzo imagined his retirement during the elevator ride up.

He knocked at the door, it was a corner office. His nose picked up the scent of perfume. It was unmistakable the same as his wife. The door opened to reveal a tall blond woman. "Mr. Hanzo?"

He bowed respectfully and she returned it, "Please come in." Amanda took her seat first then waited for him to take the other one. "I never got the chance to meet with you. I am Miss. Willis the marketing director. You are the logistics director yes?"

"Yes. I run the operations for the south of Tokyo, Australia, and our manufacturing divisions." He sat a little on edge.

Amanda felt her dislike for him fade a little. He was handsome but a two timer and literally with two other women in his own department? The man was a dog. "I see I wanted to ask your opinion about the Australia region..." An hour later their meeting was over. Amanda had to admit he was good, very good at his job as far as his knowledge base. He even was offering to include her on correspondence and loops with clients to try to expand the brand. The cologne he wore while feint reminded her of another time. As he left her office she leaned back in her chair and sighed. "He's still a dog."

On the way back from the meeting his phone vibrated. Stopping in his tracks he read the message from Mitzumi. In the elevator there was no signal. He rushed to his office and heard the voice mail. The time his wife was still at work he sent her a text, then another, and another. "Where are you? What happened? Mitzumi called and text me this. Are you okay? I'm coming home tonight. Let me know you are all right!!" The a text to Mitzumi, "What happened? She isn't answering her phone." He walked past their desks and into his main office. The phone was ringing but he wasnt focused.

"Mr. Hanzo the phone. It is from store seventy two." Askana looked at him. He was focused on the phone in his hand. Had the meeting been about last night? Did they cause him to be fired?! "Mr. Hanzo. Mr. Hanzo? ...Aki."

He looked up a little shocked, more that he was spacing out at work then the first name being used by a subordinate.

"Line two. Southern store seventy two." She felt her face blush a little. She had used his first name. It was too real. Casting back a glance at Yuki an her dark face as she had done the unimaginable by using a first name. That big cow was going down!

[amorphical]

Mr. Hanzo simply nodded at Yuki before walking into his office and shutting the door. Siting at his desk he looked at the time, 317PM. He couldnt leave no earlier then 545pm. The train would be at the station by six. Answering the phone his mind began calculating the escape plan to get home.

Misuki tilted her head as she smiled at the cow. She had got the point. It was clear by the rapid way the Yuki was typing. Like a kid in an arcade crushing the buttons trying to hit harder. Miskui strode to her desk in victory and returned to work.

Yuki tried her best not to notice the interns victory. At least from offering any outward sign to her rival. She needed this job. Her apartment, her school bills, the car note, they all were driving her to overcome all obstacles to her path of advancement in the company. To this she would sacrifice anything to achieve her goal!

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Miku went about her day making data points, replying to emails, lost in her fantasy. It was just a harmless little dream. She was married. He was just a teen she told herself of all the fail safes that kept her grounded. Mitzumi understood, she was so attentive to her story. Miku knew that they were friends for this reason. Two sides of a coin. She the wife sensible and grounded, her friend the life of the party wild card and free spirit. Each sharing some sort of modern symbiosis with the other. The cell vibrated on her desk. Her eyes read the message from Aki... "Where are you? What happened? Mitzumi called and text me this. Are you okay? I'm coming home tonight. Let me know you are all right!!" Looking up at the doorway Miku was trying to piece it together herself. He never called her at work, never in five years. Mitzumi was messaging him? How long was that going on? ...Mitzumi was messaging HIM AT WORK?! Something in her snapped like a demon breaking through the ground! Her mind spiraled like some category eight typhon! Like the anime character going into overdrive displaying the one red glowing eye; she silently began to rage! All the karaoke nights, all the playful leans, the cute laughs, the gazing at him... All it took was a few messages at work from her and Aki was going to just drop everything and come home? HA! Her eyes narrowed, her mind began to set sniper points like some war documentary! She looked at the time, 406pm the earliest train he could take was the six pm. He would never leave work earlier then seven, the next train to that was the eight pm train. It would still take over an hour for him to get home. Her eyes narrowed, she would be ready! At home with the lights dimmed, cook him the usual meal, her white shoulder strap blouse with a modest knee length green skirt, her hair tied back into a super cute pony tail, the wifely apron 'kiss the cook' print. Then to sit back and let the blowfish poison do the work as she rubbed her hands together sinisterly. Miku softly bit her lower lip and gave a sideways glance, well maybe not that far... not yet.

She sent a test to her friend, "Lets have dinner tonight. My treat."

"I am going out. Date night! Wish me luck." -Mitzumi
Mitzumi could feel the icy hands of death behind her. She knew her friends temper. They had the agreement and an agreement with Miku was practically a blood oath! 'No texting or calling Aki unless it was and emergency' She had done both, in the same day. It marked her for death, there was no way around it. The bushido code would be considered suggestions compared to Miku's word. That woman was an assassin in her determination. In a movie this would be the moment the shuriken shot through the open window and struck the wall next to her head as a warning. Then the ninja a mile away deep in the bamboo forest would sink into the shadows after laughing ominously. Mitzumi sighed defeatedly, slumping in the chair in her office. She was so screwed.
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Mr. Hanzo answered calls checked his cell and sent out the emails. At 540PM he emerged from his office. Already in his suit jacket, "I'm leaving for the day. You both have done good work. I need you two to close the office and be out by six, go home. A sofa is no place for you. I will see you both tomorrow morning at seven sharp." They both hopped up from their chairs and bowed. He bowed and then bolted for the door! His fast speed walking could be heard down the hall.

Misuki gave her coworker a look, "Is this a test? Are we allowed to leave three hours early?"

Yuki shrugged. "I need to get some more work done. Is this some sort of time challenge? I cant get three hours of work done in twenty minutes!"

With a knowing look they sat back down and kept typing.

Aki was at the train station just as it was pulling in. He was mostly alone. There were a few other guys there some of them had small cardboard boxes with office stuff. He had to get home. There was no reply from either of them. If he left work early over one of Mitzumi's pranks he was going to give her an ear full! Hanzo shook his head as he got on the train. No, she knew not to do that. Miku made her promise not to call or text unless it was life or death. Mitzumi knew Miku would not tolerate her pulling a prank like this. His cell rang. It was Miku.

"Is everything all right?" -Aki

"Yes I'm sorry Mitzumi bothered you at work." -Miku

".... You didnt answer. I am on the train." I was worried, is what he should of said, instead he said this, "I left work three hours early!"

"I didnt ask you to!" -Miku

"Then why didnt you answer the phone?"- Aki

"I was working. I do that too you know!" -Miku

Akis anger was growing but it should of went to Mitzumi. "Are you home?"

"...Yes"-Miku

She never came home this early! Seven pm sure, maybe six thirty, but not now. Something was going on! "I'm coming home. We need to talk."

"Okay. I will come get you from the station." -Miku

"Okay." As soon as the call ended he texted Mitzumi. "We need to talk. This is serious."

Mitzumi read the text on her way home. She had really stepped in it. "Are you home?"

"Not yet. I'm on the train. Why is Miku home? What is going on?" -aki

"She is lonely. She needs you home. Miku told me about the interns. Why did you get two girls? Bad move." -Mitzumi

"They were the most qualified, lived the closest, newly graduated, went to the same university as me." -Aki

"bad move." -Mitzumi

He rolled his eyes. So that is how it was. Aki sighed. It was going to be a fight. There was no backing out now. Looking at himself in the windows reflection he shook his head, "Baka."

[amorphical]

The rest of the train ride Aki was lost in thought, so much that when the train stopped at his station he looked up to notice it was raining. Getting off the train he walked to the edge of the covering over the exit. Getting his phone out he sent Miku a text. "Flash your lights." She read it and a minute later flashed the car lights. He took a deep exhale before making his way to the car. Getting into the passender seat he handed his wife the phone. No words not even a glance in her direction.

Miku took the phone and looked at Aki with a questioning look.

"Read the text from Mitzumi." He said. Again without looking at her. He didnt want to add to whatever was about to happen.

Miku read the texts, all of them. She felt hurt and betrayed by her best friend. All the poison and hurt was now focused like the edge of a katana at her best friend instead of two people. A tear rolled silently down her cheek. She started the car and drove away from the train station. The car ride was silent.

Aki realized by saving himself he doomed his wifes best friend. There was so much he wanted to say, Aki just didnt know if anything at this point would fix anything for his wife. She was lonely. This hurt him not that he showed it. It was raining and dark not the best time to fight even in an anime. Aki sat in thought about if there was anything he could do to help his wife but the answer was invisible to him. As the car rolled to a stop in front of their home he waited for her to make the first move.

Miku got out. Lightning stuck in the distance, almost on que. She made her way to the front door used the key and walked inside. Aki followed silently.

Aki inhaled through his nose. There was no food. Silently he took off his shoes and coat then went to the kitchen and turned on the lights. The switch was flipped but the power was out. A quiet sigh escaped his lips, the second the tail of the sound left his lips it began.

"I'll make dinner." She came into the kitchen taking down a pan and opening the fridge.

"I dont want you to." He tried to say gently.

"You're hungry I'll make dinner." She tossed open the fridge and gathered some stuff.

"I want to talk to you." He paused as she whipped around to face him. Her eyes full of tears. "Please, I'm just trying to understand." He kept his voice calm and sincere. He had no way of knowing it was being perceived as cold.

"You didn't know? Didnt know I'm lonely? I dont like your two sluts you spend more time with then me. I am your wife!" She raised her voice.

Aki rolled his eyes only to instantly regret it. "Listen to me. They are hard workers..." He flinched at the choice of adjective. "They are not sluts. They are the reason I was able to come home. You know Monday is the heavy day. I have to catch up on not just the weekend but the overseas accounts. Its not as easy as..." He cut it off but she finished the move.

"..As my job? Yes I dont have over seas accounts and only one specific niche, but it's still a job! A job I work hard at!" Her face was a mask of bitterness. The tears still rolled down as she yelled.

"I didnt say that you are putting the wrong words out!" He leaned in like a boxer trying to shorten the distance of the next blow. I am here the first night during a week in years because I love you. Because I put us first. Because I want the best for us! He chose the wrong words, "Its not as easy to get away until now. I have more obligations that are different from yours, and I cant come home or live closer to the house! I got those interns so if something that might of actually been important I can leave work!"

"You can get away as much as you like with Mitzumi..." She knew it was wrong but her anger made her lash out blindly. "You two can get away all you want with your texts!" She slapped the kitchen counter hard!

It was a cheap shot that told Aki she was cornered. "Mitzumi was worried about you! You read the text! She is your friend! What is wrong with you?!" He fired back yelling in her face! It was a bad move. Even though he meant it as a place of concern the tone and yelling twisted it into a dagger he just handed to his wife.

She used it. "HA! How did she know you had two interns? Do you invite Mitzumi over to the office at night? We need to talk? Since when do you and Mitzumi talk? Are you screwing her too? Is that why you are tired?!"

He punched the table hard! "You know its not, stop being stupid! Maybe you're lonely because all you do is fight! I work that job take a hour train and sleep at the office for us! You wanted to live in the country side! You picked the house so far from my work! You bring Mitzumi to Karaoke! You invite her to come and drink at our house! You have a coworker friend! You have the half hour drive to work! You get to relax here instead of at your desk! You are so selfish!" He screamed at her, his love. All the dark resentment came spilling from his lips like a dragons breath!

With that Miku fled into the bed room and slammed the door shut! Collapsing on the bed she cried her mind and soul was a typhon of emotion! Miku screamed into a pillow! She punched and kicked the mattress!

As he slumped against the wall he ran his hand through his black hair. He thought of the saying, "In war there are no winners, only casualties." He never felt like the winner of any of their fights. Because he regretted every fight they ever had. More thunder struck outside. The rain poured down the windows. Aki started making dinner. Half way he picked up the phone and sent a text to Mitzumi, "We need to talk. I need a ride to the train." Aki made rice, vegetables and a side of grilled fish. He hoped the smell would cox his wife from the bedroom. When it was clear she wasn't coming out he got the bed tray and made a nice presentation of it. Aki walked to the door and set it in front. He knocked twice and left the hallway.

Returning to the dinner table he ate alone with a glass of water. After cleaning the kitchen to not add to the possible fight the next day Aki move to the living room. There was a hall closet and a bed sheet for guests. Aki took the sheet and made his way to the sofa. It was late and he still had work in the morning. He dreamed of their wedding day.

[amorphical]

Beep beep, beep beep. Aki awoke to the cell phone alarm he set years ago for work. Rising from the sofa like some zombie from the ground his back was killing him. He made it through the routine of coffee, breakfast, shaving, and leaving the house like a ghost. Shinobi would be proud of his skill. Stepping out at the front door he saw it was still raining. The car of Mitzumi was parked out front with the motor running. With a sigh Aki dashed to the passenger side and got in quickly shutting the door behind him. "You are very dead."

Mitzuki sighed as she drove off to the train station. They went over the night conversation in detail. Mitzuki couldnt believe her friend since high school had made those conclusions. It was insane! Was she really that lonely? Would she really mean it in the morning? The only thing she could ask, "Was Miku drunk?" Her heart nearly stopped when she saw him shake his head slowly no. "Oh..." She slumped in the driver seat. She was so dead. It was quiet except for the rain the whole way there.

At the station she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Please dont give up on her. I'll try my best at work too."

"She will always be my only love. I will keep trying until the end." He got out and shut the door before rushing to the train station. On the train he checked his phone four times. Not one message from her. As the doors opened to his stop he was already in no mood for anything today had planned.

Stopping in the company restroom to fix his hair and check his shave. Aki splashed some water on his face and straitened his posture. By the day end it would bow, no, kneel for his forgiveness at trying to separate him from his wife. Stepping into the office as a clap of thunder struck just outside. The lights flickered like some cheesy movie effect. The two girls gave an unnerving glance at the odd coincidence.

The two coworkers stood and bowed respectfully at him. He returned the bow before heading into his office to start reading emails. Sitting in the chair waiting for the computer to finish populating them all when Misuki gave a polite knock at the door frame. "Mr. Hanzo, Here ar the new changes to the procedures and some updates to the logistical reroutes I completed for you. We could shave an hour off the route to Tokyo by utilizing a local vendor. They have smaller trucks but it would be simpler to break down the loads and transport them in box trucks instead of the current semi trailers."

Mr. Hanzo looked up from his computer screen as the hourglass symbol continued to turn. "And the cost breakdown analysis??"

She handed her boss the papers and watched his eyebrow rise in the third page breakdown. She smiled seeing her victory and his acknowledgement of her hard work. Her chest felt light!

"Good work. Implement this and CC me on everything." He looked up and stopped for a moment noticing her disheveled appearance. Not that his wrinkled jacket let any room for higher ground. "Are you sleeping well?"

She blushed noting she had over slept after the late night and her hair was a little messy. "I am." She bowed and left the room. Giving her counter part a glare of superior victory before sitting back at her own desk.

Yuki was pissed as usual she needed to get some points on the board. There was a bottle neck at the ports of Shizuoka. sipping on her coffee mug she cross reference the company contacts with the distribution centers and got to work. An hour later after her more submissive tone to some of the phone conversation she had managed to hit three markers. Getting more personal contacts to move the process through, offering her email for more direct messaging to vendors, and stream lining the process between prots on all company shipping containers at a bulk discounted price. When the confirmation emails hit her in box she jumped up but Mr. Hanzo was in a video conference. Then it was lunch. Stepping out to the restroom she pinched her cheeks and let her hair down before returning with the order form the delivery at the lobby floor. She set it all out in the main room desk. Taking her seat across from Mr. Hanzo. Who looked more than a little intense as he opened his to go box rice. "Mr. Hanzo, Sir. I noticed there was a discrepancy on the Shizuoka shipping and the prices were a bit high. I took some personal time to update the contact information and spoke to a Mr. Nobu who after a small conversation agreed to a bulk rate for less then the current market prices. Though we would have to either rework the timing on a few shipments so they arrived at the same time, or simply let the shipments wait a day to collect the lower fee."

Mr. Hanzo's eyes slashed her like a razor thin katana blade! "You did what?!" He dropped his chopsticks to the office floor. "Is this in a contract?"

She bowed her head, "no sir."

"Dont ever do that again. You could have cost us money and gotten me fired. Those contracts must be approved by me and then taken for final approval by the legal department. After lunch send me the contact information to the person you spoke to. Mr. Hanzo checked his watch. Ths would put him over the time needed to catch the train back. He shot a text to Mitzuki, "Trouble at work I cant make it back. How are things on your end?" He sat back in the office sofa and ran his hands through his hair as his face tilted to the ceiling. "Mrs. Ejin, Whenever you have the idea to improve efficiency of the company always come to me first or send me a email outlining the suggestion. Never agree to anything as you speak for the company. Now I have to try and see how badly you have damaged the link with his boss and myself. There is a reason we do things with certain people at certain levels. This short cut is unprofessional and shames the working relationship with those at the management level. Try to be more like Mrs. Misuki"

The harsh verbal scolding took all the wind out of her sails even though she was going to use her charms she was just in too deep to try anything further today. She slumped in her seat without even a side glance at Askana she could feel the towering victory her counter part was receiving.

Mr. Hanzo picked up the chopsticks and began to jab his rice roughly. His brown eyes keeping fixed on his food and not on her long flowing hair or full lips. He was just in no mood. He checked the phone, no reply.

[amorphical]

Meanwhile things weren't going as planned for Mitzuki either. Miku was giving her 'best friend' the coldest shoulder all day. The usual attempts of getting in with "Hey wanna get some lunch?" fell flat with today. Mitzuki tried texting and walking by Miku's office but nothing. By actual lunch she had enough. Stopping at the door of her high school friend and knocking. "Look.." She walked in shutting the door behind her. "We need to talk. Did you actually tell him that you thought we were, together behind your back?! You really think I'm some slut that steals other peoples husbands? You've known me since high school and that was your comeback to an argument?! You.."

She fired back! "He tells you about our fights?! You might as well sleep with him if your that close!"

The hurt at her friends comment struck her like a hard slap! "You need to stop fighting and start sleeping together more if you have this much energy! He loves you idiot!" She leaned against the wall. With a smirk and folding her arms. "Well... if you dont want him then I wouldnt mind."

Miku smirked thinking it was a joke before looking at her friend and seeing no sign of a joke she doubled down. "Fine take him! He's at work with his two sluts so good luck getting any time alone."

Mitzuki laughed. "Did it ever occur to you to see him at work? I mean he has that big office right? Maybe hell share me with his new helpers?" She walked out with a devious grin shutting the door but stopping just outside the office to listen, she didnt wait long.

Miku threw her coffee cup at the door then started to cry. Of course it occurred to her to go see her husband but they had a rule, and the rule said no family business at work. It would be embarrassing if anyone caught them... together. Would Mitzuki really try that? She wasnt aware of their agreement obviously. Did that jerk make that rule just to set up a free space for his sluts? Maybe if she caught him it would help prove her point.

Mitzuki left the hall and walked down to her small office. Sitting in her chair as she stared up at the ceiling. With a sigh she grabbed her phone. "I just made it so much worse. We should talk." Mitsuki was about to make a really huge mistake. She called her supervisor and was taking a sick day turning off her computer and shutting the door behind her she left work. Sitting in her car with the motor running she looked in the mirror. There was no turning back now, determined to see it through she drove to the station.

Miku after a good cry. Sat there looking up at the ceiling thinking what a spectacle she had just made. Obviously her friend since high school wasnt going to go for the stuffed shirt office type. She was a free spirit sure but to home wrecker? No, she had so many suiters and that one host bar she loved, there was simply no way. Getting up she walked over to Mitzukis office to see the door was closed so she knocked softly. "Mitzuki.."

"She is gone for the day." It was their boss. "She said she felt sick." He was in his late fifties and balding. A man that loved food and was the first to suggest pot lucks to help build teams, morale, really anything could be solved with food if he had anything to say about it.

Miku smiled and gave a polite bow before she waited for him to walk off. "That bitch." She couldnt leave work. If she did then Aki would think she was cheating and she wasnt going to be the one to make the first move. Yet her anger grew at the so called friend sneaking out like this. Pulling out her phone she sent a text, "Have fun with that slut. Dont bother coming home tonight. I'm going out." She felt a little trapped, Miku needed to let off some steam, she needed groceries. Let him worry about what she was doing if he even cared! Thoughts of her husband and her best friend consumed her thoughts for the entire day. She did very little work instead trying her best to block out the images of her husband and best friend with the boy at the grocery store. She would wear something innocent yet maybe a little naughty. Inside her chest hurt a little, a tear left the corner of her eye. Was it really over?

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The day was almost over. Aki looked at the clock as he typed another email reply, it was only 332pm. Checking his phone to see the texts, they made him feel so defeated like nothing they shared matteered anymore, the company man slumped in his chair. If her best friend failed it was going to be another long fight. He saw the text from his wife. Shaking his head he spoke softly to the phone to not be over heard by the office staff "mitzuki..." He got the feeling she made it even worse then her text made mention. There was a knock at the door frame. As he glanced up from his phone Yuki stood there. Her hair still down and her wet gloss lipstick really not helping him focus. He looked at the computer screen as she talked.

"Mr. Hanzo, Sir here is the folder you asked for." She stepped into his office it smelled like coffee and cologne. She couldnt help but wonder if he ever had his wife over after work? Maybe on this very desk. Her face blushed a little. She leaned over the desk and gave him the folder as close as the desk would let her.

He took the folder placing it in the tray on his desk without looking up. "Thank you."

She pressed her moment. "Mr. Hanzo I am very sorry again for what happened this morning before lunch I ..."

"Thank you." He typed a little faster, never looking up.

Yuki just nodded and left the office not bothering to glance at her counterpart. She wasnt making any points today. Sitting in her chair she crossed her arms under her chest and pouted for a moment. Secretly she liked the challenge a boss had never held out for this long and it was a little thrilling.

By 6pm Yuki came back with another knock at the door frame to his office. "Mr. Hanzo. A woman is here to see you, she said her name is Miku..."

He looked up, his face a little surprised. She was not suppose to come to his job. Now he had to make sure no rumors got out. But would she really come to his job? Why? He straitened his hair and sat up in his chair trying to not look as tired as he felt around this time. "I'll see her."

As Yuki stepped back a woman walked into his office she looked young with short hair and a blouse shirt with a pencil skirt. Her charcoal stockings covered her legs and he work flats were simple and black. "Hi husband." Mitzumi smirked. She shut the office door, before closing the blinds to the inner office.

He raised an eyebrow. This was not a good time. Though if they knew a woman not his wife came to his office during work and now closed the blinds, well if he wasnt divorced tomorrow he might as well jump out the window now. In a quiet tone. "What are you doing here?"

She held up a hand. "I really messed up. Miku isnt thinking right she actually gave me permission to come. I'm not sure what to do. She said I should 'try'."

"And you thought coming here was a good move? Now I am falling behind at work and a woman who said was my wife is in my office." He made the motions for seppuku.

She smirked. "It's bad I know, but I dont know what else to do. I had no idea she was getting so lonely. Now she thinks we have been doing things behind her back. I cant tell how serious she was but it was not a joke. She is really gone. I cant find a way to reason with her."

There was a knock at the door. They looked at each other. Hanzo got up and opened the door wide to let them see there was nothing strange going on in his office. "Yes?"

"I am done with the daily tasks. I think Mrs. Ejin is also done for the day." She stood there looking up at him. Glancing at his wife. She was a little cutie. About the same body type as Misuki was. She was sitting so proper in the chair, her clothes still unwrinkled. It made her blush a little to know he liked the slender figure more than the fat sacks Yuki had.

Aki was at a cross roads but they actually thought she was his wife. Maybe her boldness would cool them off of their advances? He gave a polite bow. "good work today. I thank you for your efforts to the company and myself. Go home safely. I'll see you tomorrow." He watched them return the bow and gather their things before he closed the door.

Returning to his own chair. "I dont know what to do. I cant leave because I have to get out these emails and still have a phone call with a distribution center. He picked up the phone and dialed the number. AS he called Mitzuki did the unthinkable and took a picture of him on the phone sending it to Miku. "Look whos not cheating."

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Miku was at home getting changed into a sapphire blue spring dress and white sneakers wearing a push up lace bra. Miku looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked very cute. The dress hand a deep square front cut that showed everything so innocently. Grabbing her bags she stepped out with the mini white umbrella.

At the grocery store she looked at the fruit before looking around for her Haru. When her eyes found him she waited casting side glances. The second he looked her way she leaned over and started picking up a eggplant feigning interest. It made her chest fill with butterflies to know he was blushing because of her. This feeling was just too gratifying. She slowly walked over to him enjoying the nervous blush he had. "Excuse me could you tell me if this is a good one?" Her voice submissively sweet.

Haru was nervous the owner was out for the day. He smiled politely at the older woman. He saw the ring and coughed, "This is a good one." He tried not to look, he looked anyway.

After nearly an hour of shameless flirting and watching the different shades of red her Haru turned she gathered her fruits and paid for them at the cashier station. Even on the short walk home she felt others finding her dress attractive. It made her feel so vibrant and alive. At home she placed the fruits on the kitchen counter and then collapsed on the sofa relishing her adventure! Her cell vibrated, she took it out to see who it was. "Mitzuki..." Miku saw the text which triggered an eye roll as she opened the attachment. She sat up like a woman possessed. It was a picture of her husband on her friends phone!!! She was there with her husband at work?!

[amorphical]

Nitzumi was on her knees behind Hanzos desk working as she hummed a tune. There simply wasnt enough space for two chairs as she typed out some of the easier emails to clients and contractors. A few time she would give a glance over her shoulder to Aki to inquire what to type. Even sh felt the innocent help was a little naughty feeling. She smirked to herself thinking what Miku would think if she saw them now. Shaking the thought from her head she wondered how her friend could really say any of that stuff after all the time they spent together. Sure Mitzumi was the party girl and could drink her friends under the table if she tried but a home wrecker? The thought made her brow furrough as she typed a little angry. Tomorrow she would corner Miku and give her a good talkin to!

There was a knock at the outer door. The two locked eyes like the start of a combat scene between rivals. "Mr. Hanzo?" The door opened and heals could be heard on the non carpeted parts of the floor.

Hanzo shook his head. It was Mrs. Willis. He wasnt suppose to have anyone else typing company emails that didnt work there. It was after six so there also was not suppose to be anyone else in the building as a company policy. Hanzo rolled his eyes at the only option he could think of. "You're not suppose to be here after six. ...Get under the desk."

Mitzumi rolled her eyes as she softly chewed her bottom lip. The steps got closer and she heard the hand on the inner office door knob. With a soft sigh she ducked under the desk just as the door swung open.

"Mr. Hanzo?" She peeked into he office as she spotted him behind the desk rolling forward. "I saw the light was on, and I just wanted to have a word with you," The American paused not having thought this far. Amanda was certainly not going to say, 'I was just checking to see if you were engaging in some sick harem hentai with your two new coworkers.' "About your Saitama... region, network." She flinched at the way she sounded. Soldiering through the act she moved to sit in the chair across from the desk taking the seat with her knees together. No way she would give the ol' crossing her legs in front of her coworker signal. Just then it struck her, the feint smell of ...perfume. Asking about it would be too direct. It was his office and he did have those two coworkers but it smelled recent.

The muscles in his jaw flexed. It was just like some ridiculous hentai. The only thing that could top it was if his actual wife came in at this exact moment seeing them together and Mitzumi under the desk. At that moment Aki gave serious consideration to having a wakizashi in his office for times like this in a glass case labeled, Break in case of dissolution of marriage due to office hentai scenario before Miku finds out, and after you finish the daily taskers. "The Saitama distribution warehouse? Mrs. Egin just completed the new network distribution schematics for that region, but how did you know?" Just then Aki felt tense! His eyes shot wide from the sensation under his desk! She wouldnt, not now?!!

Mitzumi would, could, and in fact did. It was just too tempting, she felt he was always a little too uptight and needed to blow off some steam more often. It was why she often invited him out to drink with them. Even she had to admit she liked him better after he had a few drinks in him. The tie would come off and he was all smiles. Her hand half way frozen in mid air as she pictured his red face with a big smile and then added his shirt half unbuttoned. The times he leaned in close to get another drink from across the table. The way his cologne smelled in the moment mixing with alcohol. How did Miku the quiet one land a good man like him? Sure she had thought about it in the private moments, it was why she even tried a few times before they got married to test him. In very disappointing fashion his honor held true. Politely acting as if her attempts were a joke or ignoring the other more subtle touches. There was even that moment in the elevator where Aki took Mitzumi up to her apartment after loosing her battle with sake and contact with her feet. She had leaned against his strong chest the entire ride up. Her hand on his arm and chest. Pretending to be more drunk then she was and yet, he made not one wrong move, the perfect gentlemen. It was payback, she reached out and grabbed his calf under the desk giving it a good one handed rub as she grimed deviously.

Amanda notice the sudden tension in his face. Was it because they were in his office together? Everyone lese in the office was gone for the day, so they were alone. If he made a move could she make it to the door before he locked it? Her heart beat a little faster in her chest. He was a dog, like all men. The blond noted the blinds were closed, did he anticipate this? Her palms began to sweat a little so she rubbed them on her dress casually, stopping as she noticed his eyes looking at her hands on her thighs. 'Baka'! Amanda screamed to herself inside instantly moving her hands to the arm rests again.

Hanzo noticed Mrs. Willis was starting to squirm in her chair. Was it uncomfortable? He started to feel hot. Slowly he tried to kick Mitzumi under the desk but he was moving slow to avoid notice and she caught the kick with her other hand. Then he felt her pinn his right foot under her knee. Aki gave a puzzled look out in the open but not because of Mrs. Willis. He felt Mitzumi trying to take off his left shoe! Akis mind like a shot went to the conclusion she was going to tickle him! He started to panic and froze tensing his whole body trying to brace for what might come!

Mrs. Willis was panicking too. Why was it so hot in his office? He was giving her strange looks, did he know her excuse was not the real reason she was there? Did she just give some foreign signal with her hands on her thighs? Why the hell was it so hot in here? All she could think of was her blond hair. Did he have a thing for foreign women? Taking a deep breath she knew better. Mr Hanzo was a married dog. Even his new hires were of dark hair, but then again... maybe that was the connection? Amanda was, as far as she knew, the only blond in the building. Hell she might be the only blond in a five mile radius! Now the only blond, in a five mile radius, was in this hot box, rubbing her thighs, with her hands, in front of this dog! She jumped up the same time Mr. Hannzo jumped up driving his left foot to the floor in safety. "I have to go. Thank you for the explanation. I look forward to working with you Mr. Hanzo." She forgot to bow and walked briskly out the office down the hall to the safe elevator. Leaning against the wall as the doors shut Amanda safely inside giving a sigh. This dog was a master of his craft. She wouldnt make that mistake again.

"Baka..." As he stared at Mitzuki emerging out from under the desk her face was red and a big devious grin. "If you ever do that again... I'll make sure we both get fired." Aki playfully kicked at her.

In her best hentai voice, "You loved it, Sempai?" She giggled getting to her feet.

He playfully kicked her again. "Baka." After a moment of awkward looks and giggles, "I dont know what to do by the time we catch the train back it will be about eight pm. She will be sleeping and, I'm not coming home with you in tow."

Mitzumi nodded. "Well, We still need to talk about what to do tomorrow." She gave a side glance as her face turned into something purely sinister! "I suppose you should come ...back to my place."

Hanzo gave her a breif 'are you crazy?!' look before thinking about it. With a sigh and slump of his shoulders he nodded. "Fine. Nothing funny and I'm on the sofa." He watched her expression which was a mask before silently nodding of approval. They gathered his things, Mitzuki carried his briefcase as they made it to the elevator. The awkwardness was thicker than tofu the entire walk to the train as they stood on the plat form together. Making small talk along the train ride as the train jostled and lurched along the tracks. He noted her feint blush. The tucking of her loose hair behind an ear. Aki gave himself a look at his own reflection in the glass and shook his head, 'baka' he thought.

[amorphical]

From the station they got into her car. It was dark and the car smelled entirely of Mitzuki's perfume. Hanzo cracked open a window as the car drove away from the station. It was a tense ride, both of them thinking about Miku and how she would react to seeing them in her car. Hanzo trying his best to ignore the awkwardness of his situation or how she bounced after a pothole. Mitzuki trying to focus on her driving and not the scent of his cologne mixing so familiarly with her perfume. She never had a man in her car before. Preferring to get drunk and move to a love hotel just to help her rep though a few times...

As the car parked in the driveway neither looking at the other as they go out. Clouds started to form blocking out the stars and the fire flies seemed to dance about awaiting some rain to quench their thirst. The air was cool against their warm skin. Mitzuki made her way to the door first and as the key hit the lock she took a deep breath. As soon as they were both inside it came down hard. The rain was like sheets slapping the side of the house. Again neither looked at the other when they took off their shoes. She set her purse on the hook and took out the scrunchy holding her hair in a short ponytail. Her hand moved to her collar and hesitated at first before unbuttoning the top two buttons. She stepped up and walked to the kitchen turning on lights as she went.

Hanzo kept his eyes to his feet undoing the laces and deciding it would be best to keep as much clothing on as he could, extending that thought to his socks. Stepping up he followed the trail of lights as the rain poured down. He found her bent over, looking into the fridge before looking away.

"Want some food? I dont have much." She looked about a little depressed at the stock. It was just her and she normally ate out, or had a date and ate then. Now at her place she noted there was very little. A case and a half of beer, some condiments, fruit that only had one edible side. "How about some beer?"

Thinking of his first year of marriage, "Do you have any tea?"

"No, sorry." She thought it was such a domesticated answer. Maybe she was lacking in that area but hey she wasnt going to change now. She grabbed two beers and stood up turning to find him siting in the kitchen chair like he lived there all their lives. It sent a shiver up her body to think of it. The fact after so long a man was in her place, in her kitchen, sitting there. Sure he looked exhausted and his tie was loosened with the first button undone from his collar, sitting slouched in the chair. She placed the beer in front of him giving a half smile.

Hanzo sighed at the beer and took a hold of it twisting the non twist top off with his hand which was when he noticed Mitzuki bite at her own lower lip. He took a drink about a third knowing he needed something to help him not stress out at Miku. "So..." He glanced up at Mitzuki who was just walking out of the kitchen. He heard her down the hall and shutting a door. He assumed she had to use the rest room. He took another drink of his beer feeling it would be a long night. A little curious he glanced at the fridge thinking what she might have to snack on, and that he hadnt had anything past lunch.

Mitzuki rushed to her room shutting the door before leaning against it. Her stupid heart racing in her chest. She moved to the closet. Her mind racing with her hands trying to find an outfit. All she had was work clothes, going out clothes, and nothing? She started to panic, was this why Miku had been able to get married? A man in her home and only now did the workaholic discover so many facets were missing from her life. No outfit, no food, way to drop the ball girl. She thought to her self getting more and more frustrated. Placing her fingers in her hair to tug out an idea she thought of how cliché it was to be 24 and no different then some stupid anime high school girl. "Shit." She didn't even have her uniform anymore. Her head turning around the room trying to think of where some clothes might be! Maybe in her closet? She rushed over making side thoughts of using sheets and sewing a damn outfit not likely but she as getting desperate! Her hands grabbed a gym bag, it was semi heavy, there were clothes! She tore through it dumping the mystery onto her bed. They smelled like dust, it would have to do. Getting some perfume she made it work.

Hanzo finished his beer and got another. "Hey, I'm getting another beer."

She rolled her eyes getting the final piece on. Great now he knows how bad a woman she was. "Okay." She shouted back not thrilled about any of this. Thinking on how grateful she was knowing there wouldnt e a next time, especially now. The thought froze her in her tracks as she had a hand on the door handle. Did she really want a next time?! She blushed knowing the answer. Stepping out with a deep breath she walked to the kitchen. He was still there and already halfway through the second beer. He had a blush on his face. Was he already getting drunk? She softly bit her lip again hoping so. "Sorry." She tucked a loose strand behind her ear.

Hanzo turned his head to the steps coming back from what he thought was the bathroom. His eyes looking at her now like he never thought he'd see her. She was standing there in a sweat top some gym shorts and knee high socks. He took a hard swallow. Squeezing the bottle the chill reminding him he was feeling a little warm himself. Hanzo tried to look away but only managed to turn his head, his eyes stayed where they were.

She dighed knowing it worked but then walked over to the other chair and sat down. "So, Miku thinks that about us... I think she needs to be reminded about what a great guy she has at home." She took half the beer in one go, following it up with a cute burp. "We cant have you missing work but I think you need to place more of it on those helpers you have and get home more often. Maybe send her some flowers and break the whole no texting rule."

Hanzo nodded finally tearing his eyes away from her. "Yes, yes." He folded his arms across his chest still holding his beer.

"I'll play you up at work and try to get her to come around. Though not a jealous type I think that she is possessive and that I can work with. After all I known her for years. She doesnt like people touching her things." She stopped feeling a rush to her face as she said the words the image flashed in her mind. Dropping a hand to her lap she tried to get control by pinching her thigh hard.

He took another drink. "So flowers, a cute bear, maybe a card?" He looked away as she got up and reached for her third beer from the fridge.

Mitzuki could feel the heat from the stupid sweat shirt it was too much. She tugged at the neck hole letting the cold air from the fridge cool her off a little. Sure she had a T-shirt but this hid her figure more. After all she wasnt trying to seduce her best friends husband. Not that she was aware that the shorts were her flirty ones and hugged her back a little too well, and now that same back was pointed right at him! "Yeah, Stuff like that." She hesitated, "Maybe even a shirtless pic once in a while." Standing up to close the fridge.

Hanzo blushed. He never did stuff like that. Though he thought about it, he never really talked about things she liked. He really didnt know about her secrete fantasies at all. "Do you... know what she likes?" He looked back at her glad she was finally sitting.

Mitzuki nodded and blushed some more. "We've talked about it. A few times... In highschool." She stopped and stared at him. "You never asked her?!"

He shook his head.

"NEVER?!" She leaned forward her eyes wide.

He slumped further and shook his head no.

"BAKA!" She slapped his head. "You're married for five years and never had an intimate talk with your wife?! Never? So what, do you just play card games in the bedroom?" She slapped him again before laughing at the sheer absurdity. "So do you just lay in bed together and make the sounds? Like some radio porn? No wonder you dont have any kids! You must be like some sound effects studio, fully clothed, splashing water on your faces to look sweaty." She slapped the table and laughed louder.

He felt like such a failure in the moment. How had he never thought of it? "Maybe because I have to take a train for almost and hour and maybe after working 14 hour days some times I was too tired to even ask. Maybe if we lived closer to the job I could have the energy or time to ask her. Dont you think we have sex? We do! Is it great, well not all sex has to be some sort of huge deal! It can be passionate and intimate and special without being all loud and sweaty and rough. But I'm sure you know all about sex. I'm sure you scream and sweat dont you!" He slammed back his beer and drove his fist to the table hard. "You're probably like some animal writhing around the bed with two lovers at the same time!" Hanzo shouted feeling like he was home in one of his fights with Miku.

Mitzuki watched his passionate side explode from his normal calm demeanor. Where was this man hiding the whole time she wondered as she stared at him. She needed to see more of this man. "So what?!" She lied. Standing up leaning over to him. "Maybe that is what she is missing and you better go give it to her or you might loose her to some one who will! Its so obvious it is what you both need! No cuddling, no gentle embraces. I could teach you but your too much of a child in that area huh?" She smirked.

He jumped up out of the chair sending it toppling over behind him. He was a natural fighter and the beer helped let it out. "If I wasnt married to a great woman I'd..." He stopped. Noticing how close he was just like the fights back home. It was the moment, the same exact moment he would, and then they would... Had Miku done this the whole time? Did she rile him up just to force this side of him out?!

He was so close! She could see the veins in his face the redness of his passion then as close as he was he stopped. She sat back down and took the rest of her beer. Giving a glance to see if her lesson had sunk in. Even though she really wanted to see more of this Hanzo.

[amorphical]

Mitzuki rolled her eyes at her drinking buddy. "Man you've got your work cut out for you." His innocence was refreshing too often the men in her life were very handsy and ready to go, she found the hesitance uncharted territory. "So... You want to tell me the typical night in the Hanzo home? I don't need the details just the broad generalization."

Aki gave a shy look. Were they really doing this? He sighed, "Fine..." Hanzo was about to star but the general and more recent moments of intimacy began with fights. The realization of this truth as he sat there with her only made the company man shake his head in disbelief. "In the first year of marriage we would in the morning waking up early before work and well, it was great spending the time together right up to the very last second."

She slapped the back of his head. "Baka! Rushing the moment is bad! You're not supposed to... Whatever just tell me you got better?"

He shook his head no. "It was hard to find the time even when I would come home and she was there waiting in her naughty spring dress with the deep square neck and white stockings that hinted at more I was just dead tired. Even trying to catch some sleep on the train or drinking caffeine it was just a lack of enthusiasm. Gods knew I wanted to and I knew the effort on her part to keep it going I felt bad for no being more of a participant. Which is why I asked for the mornings. It was better at first. But the lack of spontaneity made it..."

"Into a chore." Mitzuki rolled her eyes interjecting. "Yeah I can see that. Time off was a no and that house was a real money drain matched with the education I bet you are just making it and no space in the budget to go to places. You should have come to me I can help find secluded little places you two could..." She watched him shake his head no. "Listen no money means you should use it as an excuse to be more spontaneous in certain places. I bet being so pent up she would be more willing than you might guess." She watched him consider it.

"I'm sure you could do it but I dont think I could." He folded his arms across his chest firm in the stance.

"Oh? this coming from a man who earlier tonight had two girls in his office and one under his desk. I think you could after that. Just read something trashy there are a lot of ideas in them for you to use. Some women actually like them too, its not just fantasies for guys you know?" Her voice turning more sultry towards the end.

He shifted in his seat giving her side glances.

Seeing his stance waver she hopped up and with a red face headed to her room. Returning after a minute. Her face beat red as she shyly handed them to him to look at. "Here, look through these your safe here so dont hold back I wont tell. Besides if I did I'd be in just as much hot water as you." Seeing his hand move to the small stack of smut she needed more beer. The long time friend grabbed two more from the fridge and set them down on the table. She instantly sat down and popped it open taking a long pull while she watched him thumb through her own fantasies. Her face quickly flush with pale pink.

Aki looked through them some spicier than others all of them holding secrete rendezvous. His eyes looked away at some of the more intimate scenes as he read the contents and looked at the locations. The bath house, a small alleyway, movie theater, abandoned building, even a secluded section of a public park!

"Well a lot of those are just suggestions as some locations are more unrealistic then others. You could just take her to a love hotel or some other place that you know would be safe for the two of you. There are a lot of cheap options. These ones while more dangerous are very cheap. You'd be surprised how much action the sea wall experiences in the cove." She gave a stretch with her arms high over head hoping he would look. He smile becoming more self gratifying as she caught him.

He popped the beer and didnt stop until half of it was gone. Hoping the gods would take pity on him if he were drunk. He reread one where the woman was in the trench coat and walking arm and arm while they did some shopping. "No way she would ever do that. Also why do you assume it was just me? Has she ever told you of things like this?"

She nodded shyly as she avoided his gaze. "She's had a little wild streak that she keeps hidden. It was why I was surprised that you hadn't done more. I can believe she wouldn't tell you them. You seemed like the more vanilla type, sorry."

Maybe it was the beer, or the spicy manga, "Yeah it might be." He stood up and moved to the sofa laying down and rereading the comic. He didnt realize she was walking behind him until he looked up after turning a page to find her sitting in the chair across the coffee table. "So since we've gotten this far mind telling me a few of these secrete fantasies?"

The two talked into the night with the light weight nodding off mid sentence to he dismay. She took a picture holding the moment where possibilities could have bloomed before walking down the short hall to her room and shutting the door. Getting him to the train would be a pain with the turn around from the station and then the drive in traffic to work. Laying there Mitzuki thought of why the quiet one got so damn lucky.