The next morning Hana awoke in Gackt's large plush mattress. The air conditioning vents were on high fan and her sweaty body was covered in black satin sheets. Her emerald eyes scanned his large bedroom. Everything looked nice and titey. Even the pile of their clothes were folded neatly on a saude armchair next to his hamper. She wondered for a moment why a certain pop star wasn't next to her. As if on cue, she heard a few light knocks at the bedroom door.
Gackt came into the bedroom wearing nothing but boxers, carrying a tray of fresh cooked breakfast. The glowing brunette smiled at his entrance, twirling a few strands of hair between her fingers. He gently placed the tray on his knight stand, leaning closer to plant a quick passionate peck to her petite lips.
"Morning, beautiful."
Gackt spoke softly.
"Breakfast in bed? You're too amazing, you know that."
Hana said with a smile, stroking his neck softly.
Her gaze locked onto the man's deep chocolate eyes
He smiled, staring back into her eyes, kissing her lips again. Hana thought to herself how there's nothing sexier than a shirtless man with bleach blonde bed hair.
"Well you are my princess, so expect nothing less than amazing."
He smirked against her lips.
She giggled, nipping his lips while playfully hitting his arm. He chuckled, stroking her long strands of chestnut hair, leaning close to her again to plant a tender kiss upon her forehead.
They spent the rest of the morning eating breakfast- that he made himself, then slept for a few more hours in a spooning position. They woke up at around 3pm, having a quikie before getting into his private bathroom to take a long, hot, shower together. Since Hana didn't plan on spending the night, she wore the same clothes she had. Gackt already figured that out before she did, so he surprised her by taking her to a french boutique at Tokyo's plaza.
He told her she could get whatever she wanted, even if it meant buying half of the store.
Though she had the money to shop there herself, she felt excited about being bought expensive clothes from him. She took him by the hand, having him carry the 'few' clothes and 2 boxes of shoes she picked out. He carried everything without fail, stopping at the fitting room door, placing the 30 pound heap in front of it.
He bowed to her like a gentleman would, telling her he'll wait until she was done trying everything on. It was obvious he never had a woman like Hana.
She instantly shook her head, smiling innocently as she tugged him into the large fitting room. She wanted him to watch her try her new clothes on- as well as take everything off.
The whole time a smirking Gackt sat on the fitting room's bench with his legs crossed. His eyes locked onto her, watching her trying things on. She teased him by standing a mere 4 feet away from where he sat, but he didn't lay a finger on her. All he did was gaze without a word.
When she coyly asked how she looked in this and that, he told her that she looked beautiful every single time. When she got through most of the huge pile of expensive fabrics, she pulled out a skimpy lingerie dress. She stripped down to nothing, unzipping and slipping into the little lacey intimate. It was black, stopping 3 inches under her bottom, thick around the mid area with ruffles and buttons, but see through at the chest and lower area. Made of an exquisite french silk, pricing at a whopping $250.00. The brunette fluffed her straightened hair, making it look a bit more messy. Gackt nearly drooled at how gorgeous she looked in it, his eyes repeatedly ran up and down her body. She giggled, sitting up against his lap to face him with his legs in between hers. He erected instantly when he felt her straddle him.
"How about this?"
Hana grinned.
He chuckled, giving her a sly look. He knew how much of a tease she could be, but this just took the cake. His large palm ran down her back, stopping to grope her firm bottom through the thin silky fabric.
"If you keep this up we're gonna get thrown out for disturbing the peace..
so we should quit while we're ahead."
Gackt replied with a smirk, biting her petite rouge lips.
She pouted, gliding her palms against his chest. He was greatly amused with her naughty intentions. As a mature adult he held back what he damn well wanted to do to her, but as a man he couldn't hold back tongue kissing her for a few minutes. The moment they were spending together felt so perfect, but it soon ceased when their make out session was interrupted by a loud enough ring that came from Gackt's pocket. He gently pulled away from their kiss for a moment, holding to one of her hands and answered his cell phone with the other.
"Hello?"
" What-"
"Really.."
"Ah, I see.."
"2 minutes."
He hung up and put the flip phone back in his pocket. He had a strange look on his face. Almost seemed like he was worried or angry about something. A confused Hana stroked his neck softly, concerned about the sudden phone call.
"Babe..? Everything alright?"
She asked.
The man sighed, pecking her on the lips before gently placing her off of his lap. He forced a smile to her with his large palm holding to the side of her face.
"Everything is fine, sweetheart. My uncle's..business partners need to speak to me. I'll be back in about 20 minutes. You have my platinum visa. If you see anything else you want, just get it. Don't go anywhere until I come back, baby."
He quickly replied, kissing her again before he rushed out of the dressing room.
Hana blinked several times. She hoped nothing serious was happening. The way he left so fast from a phone call really was suspicious. Something didn't feel right to her.
Gackt made his way around the corner from the boutique, looking around through orange D G shades, walking through mobs of passing shoppers and past a few cars. A white limousine pulled up on the next corner, beeping once to signal its arrival. He got into the car, facing 2 men in suits and a large man that sat in between them. He smiled to Gackt, folding his hands on his lap.
"So glad to see you again, dear nephew.."
The old man said.
Gackt clenched his fist, glaring at his well dressed uncle. He was tempted to storm out of the vehicle, but both goons blocked each side.
"How did you get my number.."
He asked with an impatient tone.
The old man chuckled, shaking his head a few times at his nephew's words.
He tapped his thick walking cane against his palm with a grin.
"You should know by now what your old uncle is capable of.."
The old man smiled.
"Its been 8 years..What the fuck do you want from me?"
Gackt growled his words.
"Calm down, my precious nephew... I understand how things were..but right now..I need you...your family needs you."
The old uncle said with a grim stare.
"Bullshit. You want me back to do the dirty work that you can never do yourself.."
He replied, glaring at the old man.
"Its work that must be done, dear nephew.. I opened up an underground nightclub not far from here.. I need to punish the undercover swine that's from an opposing mafia from Osaka..
He has killed several of my men and obtained possession of us on file. They are threatening to expose my organization to the police if we don't submit the money they're demanding.
Because of this, we cannot do anything, so the only way I can finish the job is if you act as my decoy.."
The uncle stated.
"So you're pulling me back into this shit that I swore I'd have no part of anymore?
There is no way I am going through with any of this."
He replied.
"You're part of this business whether you like it or not. Without you we can't get rid of him. Everything is at stake and if you don't go through with this, my organization will crumble!
The old man grunted, holding tightly to his walking cane.
"That isn't my problem...Uncle.."
Gackt said with a grin, making his way to leave the car.
"Suit yourself..But you'll regret not making it your problem once you can't find your girlfriend.."
The old man responded.
Gackt stopped in his tracks, seeing two more men in suits up the block waiting outside of the boutique. He knew he had no choice now that his uncle had a hold on him.
"One phone call and she dies.."
The uncle said with a smile.
"You filthy son of a bitch.."
Gackt growled, feeling stuck with frustration.
"What will it be dear nephew..?"
Asked the old man.
"I'll do it...just call them off...now."
He said in a defeated angry tone.
The old man had the chauffeur beep the horn, calling the men back. He patted Gackt on the shoulder, deviously smiling with a grim chuckle.
"I'll update you later on with the details.. Have a good evening.."
He said to his nephew, having his other men lead him out of the limousine.
The car pulled away in that instant. Gackt stomped his feet to the ground and grunted from rage, stress-fully rushing a hand through his bleach blonde locks. He looked back at the boutique that was just up the block, making sure there weren't any more goons left around.
"Fuck." He thought to himself, running back to the boutique worried as he had ever been.
He ran through the sea of clothing wracks, running back to the same dressing room he and Hana were in. To his relief she was perfectly fine, already having the clothes she had on today. Half of the fitting room's floor was covered with about 20 large bags of the stuff she had bought.
Hana smiled when she saw him, asking if he took care of business. He just held to her tightly for a moment, caressing the back of her head, thinking of what he has to do to prevent any consequences. Hana was confused as ever, hugging him back.
"Baby... I think its best if you sleep over again.. I was..actually planning on keeping you for at least a week...is that alright?"
Gackt asked with a forced smile, camouflaging the panic in his voice.
"Of course babe! It'll be so good for our relationship."
She replied with an excited tone, hugging him tighter.
He trembled a bit, holding to her securely. He laughed, pulling away for a moment to call a chauffeur to pick them up. He smiled to her again, kissing her passionately for a while to forget about the previous ordeal. Hana didn't suspect anything at the moment and just figured he feels happy about their fresh relationship like she does. So she just left it at that.
They returned home later on. He felt tried to forget about his uncle's threat. One wrong move and the woman he loves is gone. For now he wanted to make things seem fine like they have been.
"Just host the event.. complete his demands..then its all done.."
He thought to himself while Hana was performing missionary on him, easing his current paranoia. He decided to focus on the moment, feeling his hard on erect fully while it warmly seeped his pre orgasm fluids as she bounced on him repeatedly.
"Mnnhh, god..Hana.."
He groaned, sending a faint echo throughout the entire condo.
