Homecoming [powered_otaku]

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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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Hiro gives her a kiss back. Whatever he's telling Ando is a lot more detailed because Ando's letting him talk instead of running him over. Then he says something and Ando stops dead for a few moments, then he's firing off questions at Hiro.

"I will talk to you later, Ando." There's a long pause, then Ando says goodbye.

Hiro flops down in the chair near hers. "At least they will not be calling again until the meeting tomorrow night."

There's a knock at the door and Hiro lets in the driver, who's laden down with grocery bags and bags from Ajisen Noodle restaurant. He goes directly to the kitchen and puts the groceries away as Hiro puts lunch together. He expertly carries over many plates, placing them on the low coffee table in the living room.

"Are you hungry at all?"

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Sliding off her seat she gives him a smile and then kneels at the coffee table, she looks over all the dishes he's set before her. Bowing her head she taps a finger on the table and then glances back over at the phone, as if it was still on. Taking a deep breath she reaches over to touch the edge of a plate and then picks up a glass of water.

"What did you tell him?"

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"I told him that you called me and that I came over here via plane." He waits until the driver has left before he continues. "He wanted to know why I did not use my abilities to come over. I told him it was complicated. He will continue to ask and I am not sure how much I should tell him."

Hiro grabs the noodles and puts about half of them on a plate and makes his sauce. He holds the carton out to her.

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"Mmmhmmm. . ." She nods slowly, and takes the carton from him, and puts them on her own plate. Picking up the plate, she takes a bite, slurping the noddles before wiping her mouth off. She doesn't even know how much Hiro should tell him, she hasn't even met the man yet. All of a sudden she gives him a grin.

"I've heard him at least, now I know he's real."

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"You thought he was not real?" Hiro smiles a bit. "You thought I had an invisible friend I had named Ando? Of course, he would have to be a bunny."

He dunks more noodles in the sauce and slurps them down before he reaches for the cold persimmon sake he ordered. "Do you want to try some?"

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"Moon bunny, Ando to help you make the moshi," she smiles at that and leans over to kiss Hiro's cheek after he eats the noodles. "Yes, I would like some, whatever it is, I just need to take something."

Pulling away, she grabs for her bag and then walks into the kitchen. There's something for the tension headache, the general pain, and the various pills that are prescribed after a sexual assault. That makes her shudder, but she swallows them down before walking to the living room.

"I dub this living room, Moon bunny outpost one." And she laughs because of the image of little bunnies in moon suits bouncing around.

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As she goes to the kitchen to dig out her pills, he pours a little of the persimmon sake into a cup. He's not sure how much she'll like it. He doesn't get it too often at home, but today he felt a need for something unusual.

Hiro looks around at the room. "Moon bunny outpost one? It is a very big outpost." Even though he has money, Hiro has never been a huge spender. This place is a little extravagant to him, but with Salome and Jonba there, it will definitely shrink a bit in size. He has no idea how his sister bore this except possibly that she spends more money than he does. After all, she still lives in the house in Tokyo. He loves that house, but after his mother died, it always seemed empty to him.

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Sitting down next to him, she picks up the cup and sips it. It is an odd taste, and her face scrunches up out of reflex. Once it goes down, it's not that bad, and she can tastes the alcohol, which makes it a little more appealing to drink. "It's different, I've never had anything like this before."

Her head on his shoulder she shrugs and then grins broadly. "Well outpost one is just this room, there is a command station and everything else. They just take up all the other rooms. Speaking of which, how many other rooms are there?"

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"It is persimmon cold sake. I wanted something alcoholic that was not my usual drink. Do you want a little more?" He holds up the bottle, which is rather small.

Hiro thinks, then gets a puzzled look on his face. "I do not know how many rooms are in here. I usually stayed in the room a couple doors down the hall." He gets up and holds out his hand for her to take. "Let's find out."

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"Not right now, maybe later." Taking his hand, she stands up and takes a deep breath before they head toward the hallway that dollars to donuts will lead them to the rest of the apartment.

"I can't believe you never explored the rest of this place, but it is massive."

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Down the hall there are 4 doors. One leads to a very tasteful guest room down in greens and browns. The room across from it is a huge bathroom, set up in Japanese style, with the shower facilities set up before the huge sunken tub.

"We definitely have to try that one later."

The room on the same side of the hall turns out to be the office. It is completely set up with 3 computers and a rather large LED screen.

The last bedroom is the master bedroom with its own bathroom. It is done completely in cherry wood with cream colors and red accents. The bed is a king-sized platform futon with a black and red comforter. The room looks like there is absolutely no place to put clothes, until Hiro goes over to what looks like a wall and slides it aside to open a huge walk-in closet. At the moment it's completely bare.

"Sugoi..."

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Salome completely agrees with him on the use of the bathroom, the tub looks amazing and of course some of her favorite memories of him are in the shower with her. It's the first place he told her he loved her. She grins at the memory, it's such a good one, and good memories are something she really needs to focus on at the moment. Though, with the medication kicking in, it's hard to focus on anything, or be upset for that matter.

The tour of the apartment seems rather ordinary, living room, guest bed room, office, bedroom, HUGE fucking walk-in closet.

Salome blinks at the space, she doesn't have a lot of clothes, but the sight of all that space makes the shopaholic in her drool a little. She's already figuring out where she's going to put her shoes, or the small African village, seeing as though one could fit in there.

"Wow, that's, that's amazing. The whole place is amazing." Out of habit, she turns to the master bedroom door and checks for a lock. It's how she likes to sleep at night, door locked, if there's no lock there's always the closet. With this closet she could probably fit a mattress in there.

Over at the bed, she sinks down on the mattress, stretching out and wincing just a little bit as she slides a hand over her stomach. "This is amazing, more like a hotel then anything."

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"None of us has really lived here at all. It was here mainly for when we visited or if we wanted one of guests to have a nice place to stay while we entertaining them." He walks into the closet, just looking at all the space.

When Salome goes to the door, she finds a lock. Hiro comes out of the closet, shaking his head. "You could fit my entire apaato in there."

He's looking at her, seeing that she is looking very tired to his eyes. "You have been through a lot. Now that you have eaten a bit, maybe you should lie down." He sits on the bed and pats it.

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"You could fit like, ten of your apartment in here," that could be a bit of an exageration. She watches him through half open eyes, her breathing slow, as she starts to relax into the bed. It's not so much that she's tired, just a little high. Everything seems to have a soft glow about it, and she's catching every other word.

Crawling to him, she bumps her head against his shoulder and rubs her side up against him like a cat. "I dun wanna sleep," she murmurs even as she climbs up into his lap. Her head on his shoulder, she sighs softly.

"Am I being to clingy? I can stop."

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Hiro kicks off his shoes, then lies down in the bed, all the while making sure that he's keeping some part of his body in contact with hers. He pulls the cover with him so that they're cocooned in it.

"No, not at all." He pulls the covers down just enough so that their heads are sticking out. "Better?"

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"Yes, much better, it's like we are in our own little world." Smiling, she cuddles up close to him, her hands moving up and down his back, rubbing and massaging him. This is safe, this is warm and comfortable, even though this place is new to her. It doesn't matter, he's here with her and thats all that matters.

"I love you, Hiro." Tilting her face up, she kisses his lips gently.

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He likes the image of this being their own little island. For the next few days, unless she wants people, he's not going to have any people beyond the housekeeper there. He thinks she needs some days without people in her face, especially any reporters.

"Aish'teiru, Salome." His hands go around her gently stroking her skin. He's also taking note of any areas that make her flinch.

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She lays against him, very still, her breathing shallow as she listens to the apartment, to his hear beating. Everything is so still, so silent, after all the chaos it's almost surreal. Maybe it isn't, and that would frighten her, if she wasn't currently a little high.

"Would you like to see, what . . . he did?" She's not sure why she asked, maybe to show him what he got rid of Liam for. Part of her wonders if he believes what her father said to him, about her being a liar.

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Hiro sucks in his breath. "Yes, I do. I want to know how badly he hurt you." He's almost afraid, but he reassures himself that she's not flinching from him as much flinching from pain. "I want to know where you hurt so I can make it feel better."

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Slowly she starts to take off her clothes. Her sweater, her top and jeans, leaving her in just her panties and bra. There are bruises over her back and shoulders, mostly teeth marks, and some welts and bruises from lord knows what. Laying down next to him, her front is much like her back, bruises around her abdomen. There are restraint marks around her wrists, but that's the only real visible bruises he left on her.

Liam Collins was smart enough to only leave marks on parts that could easily be covered up. Putting an arm under her head she sighs and looks up at the ceiling. She fidgets just a little, unsure on what he's thinking or going to say.

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He kisses her gently. "These are the last. He will never hurt you again." His hands caress her, being certain that he doesn't press anywhere, especially in the darker areas. He makes certain, though, that she feels his hands everywhere. He wants her to know that he's not ashamed of her that she is still the one he wants.

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Turning her head she deepens the kiss just slightly, enough so she can feel his whole mouth on hers. Hands slowly move down his back as she moves up toward his fingers. It feels good to be accepted, to be under such a tender, loving touch, it feels like such a long time since she's been touched like this. Opening her mouth, she lightly touches his lips with her tongue, just to taste him that's all she wants, just one taste.

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He opens his mouth to her, his hands still gently caressing her. He's maintaining contact with her to ground her, to keep her mind away from what's happened. He's worried she's going to have nightmares after all this and he wants her to be as assured as possible that he's there to see her through it all.

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She can feel him, taste him, and know that he's real, and that is the most important thing to her right now. His touch is so sweet, so gentle, that it makes her tremble, not with fear, but with longing. When she thinks about it, really thinks about it, the thing that upsets her the most is this feeling that she's cheated on him some how. She's been abused before, but never when she was with someone. In her twisted thinking what happened was almost normal, what she deserves, but sex with a person you aren't with can be considered cheating.

Salome gives a whimpering moan as she presses up against him, her tongue gently stroking his, trying to push the thoughts from her head.

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His tongue twines with hers, tasting persimmon sake and her own flavor. One hand cups the back of her head as the other tenderly strokes her cheek. She deserves all the pampering he can give her.