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    He had silently entered his own house the night before, when no one was there to greet him, to make a fuss over him. Standing in the front foyer, he looked around slowly, not a thing out of place, the great walls and ceiling as silent as a tomb. Like a giant cat he had stalked through the house, making sure everything was as it should be. A massive shadow, gliding over chairs and carpets, all seeing, all knowing. The shadow beast settled himself in one of the massive high back chairs in the living room, glass of scotch in hand he listened, he waited. He waited a long time before this, there was nothing wrong with waiting a little more.



    Salome thought she had been wrong. Maybe he wasn't coming home that day, or maybe he had just decided that it wasn't worth it and just left town. Maybe Santa was real and this year she would finally get that pony she always wanted for Christmas.

There's nothing wrong with being wrong, just expect the consequences of not being right.

He called her into his office, summoned her, as if some sort of employee, if she was nothing but a serf on his estate. She sat in one of the big high backed chairs across from his desk, the one with the slippery leather that squeaked every time she moved or shifted. Palms wet, heart racing, two works away from a panic attack as he fixed her with those eyes of his, eyes she had only seen from behind the safety of bullet proof glass. There was a high likelihood that she was going to either die or throw up on his Persian rug.

She did neither.

He spoke to her softly, asking how she had been, how Jonba was and how her summer had gone at her grandparents. The more they talked, the more she relaxed, until she was left only slightly weary, her palms now dry. Maybe she had made a mistake, there was no threat here, just a man she had missed while he had been gone. Someone who had changed when no one thought he could.

He asked her for a hug.

Standing up, she walked to him and lent forward to give him a gentle hug around his shoulders. For a moment that was enough, but when she started to pull away, he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her down into his lap. Despite the struggle, despite the fight she didn't do any damage, except smack her foot against the desk drawers.

Fool me once, shame on you, fool me two hundred times. . . Maybe I might be asking for it.

    "I heard you've been bad," he whispers into her ear, hand at the back of her neck, holding her still like some wild animal.

    "I heard that you've been telling lies about me," his fingers tightened, applying more pressure.

    "I even heard you found a play thing, and he believes you. How long do you think that's going to last?" With his free hand, he reaches for the ring on her left hand and twirls the band around slowly.

    "How long before he gets tired of you? Before you come crying back to me because he doesn't love you any more. . ." He stands up with her and starts to move to the door, dragging her along as she struggles in his grip.

She doesn't fight as hard as she could have, she knows that if she did it would hurt, a lot. She doesn't want to get hurt, she doesn't have the defenses for it any more. This needs to be over, this pain, this humiliation, this feeling of being so filthy and disgusting that she can't even look at herself in the mirror. Somewhere, between the study and the bedroom, she takes over, and mercifully, Salome doesn't feel a thing.

She picks up the phone and she sends the text message after a shower. There is no need to delay the inevitable any longer.

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"Best would be for you to finish school first. Then we will have a 2 big weddings and a beautiful honeymoon." He kisses her gently. "We have time, sun goddess. More than anyone."

"Yes, I know, I'm not one of those people to just rush into things. We have lots of time, I just got a little over excited." Curling up next to him, she puts her head on his chest. Picking up his hand she plays with his fingers idly.

Hiro smiles. "Americans seem to always be in a hurry. Some time soon we should go to Kaneyama, so you can see the house and we can pick some apples with Jonba."

"That's because we're always afraid that we are missing something." Her eyes close and she starts to nibble on his fingers. "That sounds really good, I would like that, a lot, so would Jonba."

"Do you want to go next weekend?" He'll have to air it out on Thursday, but it's been pretty nice there the last few days.

"Yes, that would be very nice, but I have just one request." She stretches out, her head on his belly, her feet under the pillow by his head. "I want a narwhal."

"Where would I get a narwhal and where would I keep it?" He can't think of any pool big enough for one.

"We can get a small one and keep it in the bathtub," she explains, because this is a perfectly logical solution. Lifting her head she kisses his stomach lightly. "Please? I'll take care of it."

"Well, if we can get one and it is not illegal, we will give it its own tub." He grins a bit. "Of course, you will have to give it its daily swims and feed it the narwhal chow."

"You are so good to me!" She giggles against his belly and starts to nuzzle and kiss over his skin, giggling some more. "I will take it for swims, but what do Narwhal's eat?"

Hiro shrugs. "I have no idea. Fish? You know you will have to get it a collar so that if it gets lost someone will know who it belongs to."

"I think I will get it a pink collar, with little rhinestones on it, so it will feel pretty." Oh this is very funny. "Maybe sparkles on the horn." Maybe it's time to down the dosage. "Narwhalllll. . . Ouch."

"Maybe we could get some of those sparkly lights. That would be another thing to separate it from the other narwhals." He's very close to giggling himself.

"Ouch?" He's looking to see if she ran into something in the bed.

"We are going to have the queerest Narwhal that ever lived." She's laughing now, clutching her sides because it hurts to breathe that hard. In her mind is a picture of a queened up Narwhal with sparkles, lights, and lipstick, and a lisp. This is one fabulous Narwhal.

"Hurts to breathe," she gasps as she tries to settle down.

"Only if it is a boy. If it is a girl, it will be a diva." He sees it demanding new clothes every day and going on about how the lights are so "last week".

Hiro rubs circles on her back, trying to help her breathe.

"Our Narwhal the Diva," grinning she slowly sits up, so he can rub her back. When she catches her breath, and can breathe easier, she looks over her shoulder at him and gives him a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Hiro, it feels better now. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"We will go poor making sure she stays with the current fashion."

He takes her in his arms. "Just get better. That is all I need."

"Narwhal fashion is very expensive, since there are just so many Narwhals to compete with."

Laying against his side, she slides her hand up his chest and then to his chin. She turns his head and kisses his mouth slowly and lightly.

"And they are so competitive. It would be the end of the world if she had the same outfit as someone else."

He gathers her in his arms, which is the first time since all this happened that he hasn't waited for her reaction. After the silliness, it's suddenly hitting him that he has executed a man. Not that he actually killed him, but the man is dead by his hand nonetheless.

"She will be the bell of the Narwhal ball," she grins into his ear.

There is some change in his arms around her, maybe a desperation that wasn't there before, and it makes her pause. Fingers comb through his hair gently as she questions him, afraid of the answer, "what's wrong, Hiro?"

He shakes his head a bit and smiles. "Just a bit of shock, I think." He sighs. "How are you doing?"

"I wish I could make it better. I'm fine, just let me know where to kiss because it hurts." Ducking her head, she nuzzled and kissed up his neck to his ear.

Hiro points to his head. "Here." He rubs small circles on her back, wanting to feel completely connected to her.

"I am sorry," she whispers and presses her lips to his forehead and then all over he top of his head. Scratching lightly at the places she doesn't actually kiss. "It's going to be okay, Hiro, we're going to be okay."

He nods. "Yes, we will. It may take a little bit to adjust to everything that has happened, but we will get through this. I only want you and Jonba to be happy. I want both of you to feel safe and loved." His eyes are getting heavy with everything collapsing on him. "I love you with all my heart and soul, sun goddess."

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