Chapter 1: Impish smile!

'ImpishSmiles, PuckishDreams'

A fic with a plot

Prologue:

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To the world Shinichi is an owner of a successful multinational firm called 'Kudo's Consolidated'.
But in the background its a forensic/investigating/Information resource domain of the Black organization.
At the same time he is a professional hit-man and an indispensable member of the BO, called Chardonnay.
Thanks to Kudo Shinichi's talents and skills, the BO is never in danger, but the so called other rich and powerful ones out in the world are.
The BO usually target rich and powerful freaks who have some hidden conspiracies, they can be: Film stars, Producers, Businessmen, Industrialists, Entrepreneurs, Politicians, Servicemen of the states/Nation, Administrators, Reserve Banks Officials, Custom Officers, Monetary units and its Head bureaucrats, Stock exchange's Chief functionaries, or even from the underworld.
In organization's terms, any person that can be of any beneficiary to the organization is referred as 'The big fish'. The money and stakes, called by the organization are high, their missions are highly confidential and they always function in the dark shadows, they have their existence effective enough, although always working behind the curtains.
The major modes of income would either be blackmailing their big fishes or contract killings by assigning the mission to a suitable hit-man. One unvanquished kind of Hit-man is none other than Chardonnay.

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Shiho[Has a Nerdish appearance, But still the same Hot-Strawberry-Blond. Her Glasses are Just for clear Vision at times of Due and Dusty surroundings] is Shinichi's employee in the IT and Research department, she also leads the 'applied science' division of Kudo's Consolidated.
She is popularly Known as 'Sherry', for her Sweet American Appearance in addition to the Cinnamon Hair she owns. She arranges info practically about anything, about any evidences, an ingenious hacker, and the chary professional. At the same time she also works with drugs, lethal Poisons, Weapons mercantilism for the BO.

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Yukiko is Shinichi's mother and she handles the client(s) in whom the BO's are mattered to. She's best jock in the business talks. She's also the head speaker of any board meeting.

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Sera is Shinichi's sister. With Amuro as her boy friend. Amuro is also Shiho's supervisor at work.

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Hattori is Shinichi's buddy, a partner when it comes to Assassinating someone. And Kazuha is Hattori's girl friend.

Other Characters from DC might as well be apllied. Such as Jodie, Akai, Gin, Vermouth. And Characters from Magic Kaito, and Snakes Organizations are also involved.

[A/N: Thanks for a friend who helped me with this plot. Etc..and sorry for errors if any, I guess many]

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Shiho's point of view...

I descended the stairs into the Shack, my heels clicking loudly on every step. It was becoming a disturbing habit of mine to rush straight from work at Kudo's Consolidated to the dark but comforting depths of the Organizations domain firm. Unlike all the other women my age who actually had lives, I wasn't to party the night away in the newest, trendiest bar in Tokyo City. No, certainly not. I in fact spend my night tapping away at a computer, investigating all the horrible people who have far too much power and trying to concentrate money and riches, as my boss with body carved by the gods hangs from the rafters above me, half naked, doing pull ups and other strenuous activities that make his physique particularly hard to ignore. Naturally, I find that last part both torturous and thoroughly enjoyable in equal measure. This particular Friday night I found Shinichi once again beating the crap out of his weird martial arts training post as though it has personally offended him in some way.

[Shack= Secret room or Foundry, here it's the basement and secret lab for Kudo's consolidates 'Applied Science Division']

Dumping my coat and handbag on corner of my computer table I turned to see that his will to break the wood in teeny, tiny pieces had not become distracted by my entrance.

"You know, sometimes I wondered what that thing ever did to you." I noted loudly over the constant whacking and grunting. Oh, the grunting.

He continued to pummel the post with increased fervor. Broody mood... noted. I rolled my eyes and turned towards my computers. At least they never got in foul moods. Despite this I wondered, how much this hit-man has to train by-the-way.

"Nice to see you too..." I mumbled grumpily to myself as I began checking all my police and news alerts. Usually Shinichi's moods never bothered me but it was as though he was constantly forgetting lately. just how hard I worked between my day job and helping to organization's growth by night, finding the clues on the conspiracies/business secrets involving 'the big fishes', that the Organization can leverage upon would sometimes even take the wee hours of the morning.

I guess the lack of sleep and any semblance of life outside work was getting to me today, much more than usual. I suppose it doesn't help having a particularly bad day at work with not one, but five particularly stupid individuals in the Kudo Consolidated office frying their computers and expecting me to fix them in two seconds, presumably so they could get back to playing solitaire.

To add insult to injury, one of them even had the gall to hit on me lewdly as I fixed his computer; obviously thinking that he might as well try to get a quickie from the IT girl while she was in the neighborhood.

I was so preoccupied by my inner musings and furious typing that I didn't even noticed Shinichi had stopped training.

"I'm sorry, Shiho," he said from right behind my chair, startling me with his sudden proximity. "It's been a long week."

I rolled my eyes. "You and me both, buddy." I mumbled grumpily.

Suddenly my chair spun 180 degrees, bringing me face to face and uncomfortably close to a hot, sweaty, and suitably contrite looking Shinichi.

"I really am sorry." He said again, giving me the puppy dog eyes that make me knees weak and my resolve crumble… among other things.

"I know. I'm sorry too." I sighed and gave him a small smile. "I guess neither of us are at finest tonight, huh?"

I knew I was kind of being a bitch, and resolved to bring back happy, chirpy Shiho. At least for the rest of the night. However, just as I was making this oath my eyes made the fatal mistake of straying from his reciprocating smile to his collarbone as I followed a bead of sweat as it tracked south, over his pecs and down his delicious abs before disappearing at his waistband. Argh, it was far too hard to be chirpy while I was tired, cranky, exhausted and sexually frustrated, all at the same time.

"...your day?"

My eyes darted back up to Shinichi's face to see an amused smile. Oops... sprung.

"Hmm?" I asked, desperately trying to draw my mind away from all the inappropriate thoughts running through my mind; many of which involved retracing the path of that one drop of sweat with my tongue.

"I asked you how your day was." Shinichi laughed softly walking back over to his training area and picking up a towel.

"Awful." I replied with exasperatedly. "Not only did a large portion of the computers at Kudo Consolidated decide to self-destruct today, but my supervisor Mr. Amuro had me personally deal with each and every mishap because apparently the rest of the IT department is occupied. Then one particularly sleazy accountant took it upon himself to stare at my ass as I reconnected the wires underneath his desk, while simultaneously telling me I should, and I quote, 'come fix his wiring at home'. I mean it might have been a while for me, but no way am I that desperate..."

Oh crap. I did that babble, word vomit thing again. Not only was I complaining about working at his company, but I also mentioned my ass and the fact that I was in a sexual dry spell, all in the same breath. Solid effort, Shiho. I think that is a personal best.

I looked up to see Shinichi doing his best to not to smile at my embarrassment.

"And... I'm just going to go back to my computers now." I mumbled uncomfortably as I turned my chair back around.

"You know..." Shinichi said, leaning over my chair and putting a hand on my desk. "As Kudo Shinichi, I could just have the sleazy accountant fired... or killed."

Shinichi offered with an impish smile so unlike him, and I wondered if he was even half joking about his homicidal offer, not that he don't has the reputation of silencing his own employes in past, but for my sake its not gonna happen. I also thought to myself that his pixillated smile might just be my favorites. He was so close and his chest was still so gloriously naked that my heart rate seemed to be reaching critical velocity.

"Um..." I said, nervously clearing my throat. "I think I can handle one sleazy accountant."

"No doubt," Shinichi chucked before standing up and walking towards the bathrooms he'd had installed in the basement, no doubt to shower.

What the hell just happened?

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After recovering from what I can only assume was blatant flirting, I returned to my work searching through all the filed police reports from Tokyo City for the day, and get some useful resources and information on the big fishes(if any) involved. Don't even get me started on how illegal it was for me to be accessing confidential police files. Ha-ha, I should have cared about the law and justice before I joined this so called empire-behind-the-curtain.

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The things I do for Shinichi!.

The things I would do to Shinichi!.

Enough, Shiho! It is seriously a wonder that I get any work done in the assassins-cave.

Shinichi strolled back in, freshly showered and thankfully fully clothed. Any more abs and I was going to go crazy... or jump him; it could really go either way.

"Anything?" He asked about my search for evil doers at work.

"Nope," I replied. "It's surprisingly quiet, actually."

"I know that should be a good thing but quiet just makes me nervous that something is about to happen." Shinichi said with halfhearted smile.

His offhanded comment made me realize just how much paranoia and anxiety he must feel all the time over the safety of the organization and his secret works.

While it is admirable that he would want to invest so much of himself into improving the Organization, it was also a lot of pressure to place on his own shoulders.

"So what what are you doing tonight? Who is next on your list?" I asked.

Usually if it was quiet on the streets, Shinichi would most definitely be out grrrring at some scumbag who's name was scribbled into his mind.

"Hattori and I have been working on the guy, Benzo Masada, all day but he is at a benefit jamboree even, so I can't really go after him tonight." Shinichi answered looking around aimlessly as if he was trying to figure out what to do. Seems like Benzo's days are about to cease.

"Where is Hattori?" I asked curiously. "I thought he would be here by now?"

"He is having dinner with Kazuha tonight, since we couldn't go after Masada." Shinichi replied, seemingly giving up on his fruitless search for something to occupy himself with and walking over to lean against my desk.

"So it seems everyone has a life except us." I joked halfheartedly. "Figures..."

I turned back to my computer to run routine diagnostics and security check. I might as well get something done. Done for him and done for the person whose name I feed him.

"Come on," Shinichi said suddenly, grabbing hold of my chair and spinning it around for the second time. "You and I are going to get dinner instead of moping around here all night with nothing to do."

Shinichi held out his hand and gave me a cute smile. Not as sinfully delicious as his wicked smile from before, but close. Standing before me was Kudo Shinichi, gorgeous billionaire offering to take me out for dinner. Was I really one to argue?

"I'm not really dressed to go out, Shinichi." My dress and cardigan combo might look nice in the office, but it was hardly suitable for the kind of restaurants Shinichi frequented.

"Come on, you always look beautiful. Besides, we will go somewhere casual if you want." Shinichi grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my chair because I certainly wasn't capable of standing by myself. Not after he had called me beautiful, correction always beautiful even if it was in an offhanded sort of way. Pull yourself together, woman!

"Okay." I gave up, letting him lead me up the stairs after grabbing my purse and coat. "But we are taking my car. No way am I getting on the back of your motorcycle in this dress... Or at all really." I don't what to feel his body heat on a motor cycle in this icy cold night.

Shinichi just chuckled as he led me up through the office base floor, and out of the service entrance so we could avoid the staff gazes that had already gathered at the main entrance. Considering Kudo's Consolidated was just a cover for the Organizations cave, it was turning out to be incredibly successful. Even at just 7pm there was a line at the door of people desperate to get in. Luckily Shinichi had employed a good team of people to run it so he just had to make the occasional appearance during the busier nights.

As we approached my car, I unlocked it and Shinichi got into the passenger seat. I tried not to laugh at the hilarity of 6"1', well built Shinichi trying to fold himself into my tiny red Mini Cooper but he never complained and just shot me a quick smile as I got in and started the car.

"So where are we going, boss?" I asked jokingly as I reversed my car out of the parking space.

"I feel like Italian," Shinichi said. "How about Giovanni's?"

I knew the small, family restaurants a few blocks away having ordered take-out on the way home from the Shack more than a few times.

"Well as long as there is red wine involved, I'm in." I said taking the familiar route.

"You know you still owe me that financiers." I teased, shooting Shinichi an overly dramatic accusing glare. "God alone knows how many federal laws I violated hacking into that high security USB drive for you only to get swindled out of my payment."

In a rare moment of carelessness, Shinichi threw his head back and laughed wholeheartedly. It was amazing to hear, not only because he looked impossibly more gorgeous so happy. Between serving the organization as as the hit-man and lying to everyone about his work [except for his mother and Hattori], he really seemed to have had few moments of true happiness in his weird life.

"Yes I do," he admitted, still laughing. "I doubt Giovanni's top shelf is quite that high, but I promise I will get you the nicest bottle they have with dinner."

I smiled at him, happy that he was having a night off from the big fishes and his assassin personality, and all the worrying that came along with it.

We drove the last few blocks in comfortable silence and when I pulled up to the curb Shinichi quickly jumped out and opened my door for me while I was still grabbing my bag from the backseat. Was it just me or with this feeling kind of date-like. Then again, outside of all the Hit man's angst, Shinichi was actually quite chivalrous. Yes that's it. He is just being polite.

I thanked him as I got out and after he closed my door for me, we headed into the restaurant. Once we got inside, I started to regret going along with Shinichi's suggestion. Though Giovanni's was a casual, family run restaurant it was obviously also a favorite with couples, looking for a cosy end of week date. The atmosphere was way more romantic than the meals we had shared at the diner and I just hoped things wouldn't become to awkward. One babbling tirade was enough for tonight, I didn't need another.

"Table for two, please." Shinichi said to the young, brunette hostess who was looking at him in a way that could only be described as ravenous, completely ignoring the fact that I was standing beside him. Shinichi and I might just be friends, but she didn't know that.

She quickly deposited us at a table with menus and lingering smile just for Shinichi, before being called away. Seated in a quaint little booth with a single candle flickering between us it seemed as though my initial fears about the intimacy of the restaurant were spot on. I turned just in time to see a couple sitting two tables down from us share a slow kiss over their garlic bread.

"So," I said, nervously clearing my throat.

"So?" Shinichi replied with a warm smile. How is it that he always looked so at ease, no matter the situation.

"How's Sera?" I asked the first question that popped in to my head. If we were going to sit here in a restaurant where the very air was crackling with romance and desire I was going to have to stick to the banal chitchat to stop my mind wandering into dangerous territory.

"She is better." Shinichi replied, even though a worry line encroached on his brow the second I mentioned his sister. "She is dating Amuro though, so I guess she is fine"

I nodded in response and gave him a reassuring smile. It was sweet how much he cared about his sister. Amuro is fine for her, and Sera maybe is like a little sister of my own to worry about. Although I miss Akemi-nee, but I have to move on with what I have.

"You know, I never asked." Shinichi began. "Do you have any siblings or family nearby?"

I chuckled, it was like he had read my thoughts.

''Yes but no!" I replied half smiling and half whispering.

"No, I'm the only Miyano left now, my parents and elder sister are all dead, in grave yard they rest. I visit them for Kagoshima, but I don't get out there as much as I probably should."

"It sounds like you work to hard, Shiho. Maybe I should have a stern word to your boss about that." He gave me a serious look before he face broke into a wide grin.

"Maybe you should." I played along. "I feel I should warn you that he is kind of a hard ass, though he is generous."

We both broke into soft laughter and were interrupted as a waitress came over to take our orders.

"Hi, my name is Ran and I'll be your waitress this evening. Can I start by getting you something to drink?" The young girl said with a genuine smile. At least she had the decency not to openly ogle Shinichi but her flushed cheeks hinted that perhaps she wasn't quite as unaffected by him as her demeanor would suggest.

Did he have this affect on every woman he met?

Who am i kidding?

Keeping his promise, Shinichi ordered the best red wine of my code name 'Sherry', they had as well as some bruschetta[Italian bread, toasted and served with olive oil, tomatoes, herbs, garlic, etc.] as an entree while we both decided what we wanted for eat. I ended up going with the ricotta ravioli because the thought of trying to gracefully eat spaghetti had failure and embarrassment written all over it.

When our wine arrived i took a long sip, letting all the tension of work and Shinichi's earlier shirtlessness melt away with a beautiful Pinot Grigio[Pinot Chardonnay=Dry white table, wine resembling Chablis but made from Chardonnay grapes] which probably cost more than I earned in a week. I couldn't stop a soft purr like moan from escaping as the wine hit my tongue. Realizing I was a little to absorbed in my glass of wine, I looked back up to find Shinichi staring at me and shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Weird. These booth seats are actually pretty comfy.

"Sorry," I chuckled guiltily. "Its not often I get to indulge in wine anywhere near this good."

Shinichi just smiled at me. Maybe I was just imagining his earlier discomfort.

"Well that's your birthday present covered." He said with a laugh. "When is your birthday? I can't believed we have been friends and worked together so long and I still don't know these things about you. I hope I haven't missed it already."

"No, you haven't missed it. Its a month away, Jan 25th." I replied with a smile. It felt weird and at the same time really nice to be having such a relaxed, personal conversation with Shinichi.

[Note: Her birthday? I really don't know... but since Aquarius fits her very well, so I allotted random number between January 20 to February 18]

"Good, I'll make sure I don't forget." Shinichi was looking at me with such a warm expression, and paired with the intimate atmosphere and flickering candlelight it was becoming really hard to remember that this was just a casual dinner between friends.

Thankfully the spell was broken by Ran, returning with our entree.

I immediately helped myself, not realizing how hungry I was, until the delicious smelling food was right in front of me. I guess you should expect that when your work day is so busy you have to skip lunch. I heard Shinichi chuckle to himself.

"Sorry," I said after I had swallowed my first delicious bite of bruschetta. "I didn't realize how hungry I was."

"Hey, go ahead. I like a woman with an appreciation for fine wine and Italian cuisine." Shinichi assured me with a smile. And the rhyming phrase was lulling kind. "Trust me when I say that, I have gained a whole new appreciation for food in the past months."

It was unusual for Shinichi to ever mention anything about his return from the explosion incident at the FBI's prison, something that I hate to recall, I was so down seeing him injured, it seemed it was Organizations end, but before escaping the prison, Shinichi did manage to finish of the 'silver bullet', Akai Shuichi, the undercover FBI Agent, the so called sheep in the disguise of wolf, who cleverly manage to lure Shinichi, and got him busted to the FBI agents who were waiting to ambush him, however the dangers to organization are now minimal and hopefully no FBI interference to trouble much!.

I knew from the many scars that littered his body and the darkness that would sometimes cloud his blue eyes that his time there at the 'FBI prison' had been awful.

There would have been more than a few days where he had gone hungry.

The thought made my stomach turn.

The thought of Shinichi suffering, alone and cut off, made me so glad that he could now be here in the restaurant enjoying a casual night off from all his worrying.

"But I'm sure you don't want to hear about that." He have me a terse smile, attempting to change the subject.

"Look, Shinichi. I know you don't like talking about it but if you ever feel like you have to, please know that I would be more than happy to listen." I gave him the most sincere, reassuring look I could muster. "I'm not saying that I will be much help because, I haven't gone through anything near as terrible as you and Hattori but I'm always here if you want to talk."... Yeah it was Hattori who saved Shinichi's ass in the Prison and helped him escape after Shinichi got the explosion right.

His eyes shined back at me and I caught a glimpse of some of the sadness and anguish that laid behind them.

"Thanks, Shiho." He said with genuine gratitude. Considering Hattori and I were the only ones that really knew the truth about Shinichi, I imagine that he would probably feel quite lonely sometimes.

Shinichi quickly hid away all his vulnerability as quickly as he had let it slip and I knew it was time to lighten the mood and try to bring back happy, smiling Shinichi for the rest of the night.

"No problem. I accept payment in red wine and spa vouchers, just for future reference." I said with a bright smile and I could tell that Shinichi was thankful for a change in mood.

"Noted." He said with a small grin before digging into his share of the bruschetta.

We both ate and sipped wine in comfortable silence and our mains were served shortly after. The small talk and wine flowed and I was having such a good time that I barely noticed that Shinichi kept topping up my glass before I was starting to feel the warm, comfortable affects a little to much Chardonnay can have, actually two Chardonnay's around me. At this point though, as things were winding down for the night, I was far to relaxed to care.

"You know, if I didn't know better Mr Kudo, I would say that you are trying to get me drunk." I said, only realizing afterwords how much it sounded like a cheap pickup line. "I mean, I think I have had a little too much wine and there is no way I'm going to be able to drive us home. Or you the club, I mean. I'm not trying to say that I want to go home with you. Not that any woman wouldn't want to..." I let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm just gonna quit while I'm ahead."

I reached for my glass of water, vowing to avoid any more of the wine no matter how good it tasted. I looked over the top of my glass to see Shinichi smiling, thoroughly amused by my tipsy ramblings. Like they weren't bad enough when I was stone cold sober?

"You know, Shiho. I like your honesty. A lot of people in my old circle tend to hide an alternate meaning behind everything they say. You say what you mean and its refreshing. Never be ashamed of it."

I was surprised when he reached over and placed his hand over mine to reaffirm his point, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. He had touched me before but never in a setting like this and I couldn't help but notice the way heat seemed to radiate from his touch all the way through me to my toes which were curling in my panda ballet flats. The moment seemed to stretch out and I was surprised to find that it wasn't awkward in the slightest.

"Come on, let me drive you home and I can get a cab." Shinichi said taking my hand and leading me back out to my car after stopping off at the hostess with wandering eyes and insisting he take care of the entire bill.

"Keys?" He asked, and after I unlocked the car and handed Shinichi the keys he opened the passenger door for me and closed it again after I was tucked into the comfortable yet unfamiliar seat. There is nothing quite as odd as sitting in the passenger seat of your own car.

Shinichi quickly crossed over and got into the drivers seat and if I thought it was funny watching him get into my tiny car before it was nothing compared to watching him squish himself behind the steering wheel, sliding the seat back at least a whole foot to accommodate for his height.

"The Hitman driving a little, bitty Mini." I said, laughing lightly. "Just wait until the criminals of Tokyo City hear. They will be shaking in their thousand dollar, hand-crafted Italian leather boots."

Granted, my tipsiness probably made that joke seem funnier than it actually was but it still brought a smile to Shinichi's face and that was good enough for me. He started driving towards my place and boy he looked so manly, the way he drove my mini seemed like he's driving me and am riding him, and his moves relaxed all the time as he drove and somehow already knowing the way. Hmmm, odd. Maybe he had done some patrols near my area or something.

Stalker? Is he?

Who knows?

"Well," I said, stretching out my tired limbs as best I could in my seat. "Tonight certainly beat running diagnostics and security checks, and that is saying something. You know I love my diagnostics."

Shinichi chuckled beside me. "That I most certainly do."

"Seriously though, I had fun and I don't really go out a lot, so thank you."

"It was my pleasure, I had fun too." Shinichi replied with a genuine smile and in no time we were pulling into the car port of my small townhouse. It was quaint and modest but it was home and I was glad to not live in a crowded apartment building.

Shinichi shut of the engine and we both got out. Shinichi walked me up to my door and handed me my keys.

"Um, why don't you come inside and call a cab?" I said trying to insert the key into the lock which proved a little more difficult than usual. "I'm not going to make you wait out on the street.

"Thanks, that sounds good." Shinichi said and I turned my attention back to getting the door unlocked. I heard a familiar meow and scratching from the other side of the door.

"Yeah hang on Ayumi, I'm getting there." I said, finally swinging the door open to be met with a ginger blur, barreling out and making a bee-line for Shinichi's legs, rubbing up against him and probably covering his expensive designer pants in cat fur.

[Note: Ha-ha, am dying at the moment to make Ayumi a cat, don't get me wrong but, cat=cute=Ayumi. Also, Shiho totally seams like a cat person so I just had to include Ayumi]

Shinichi just laughed and bent down to pick Ayumi up and cuddle her to his chest. Who'd thought that the big, bad Assassin would be a cat guy?

"How did you never tell me you had a cat?" Shinichi said, chuckling when Ayumi purred loudly and tried to rub her face against Shinichi's. If I thought Shinichi looked sinfully good swinging from the rafters half naked it was nothing compared to how he looked laughing and cuddling the cute ball of fur that was Ayumi.

"I guess she never really came up." I said as I ushered them both inside.

After giving Ayumi one last scratch under the chin, he deposited her on to the armrest of my couch and dusted the ginger fur of his navy sweater.

"I'm sorry, she sheds everywhere." I said laughing and helping him remove at least some of the fur.

"It's okay." Shinichi said as our eyes met and I realized just how close we were and that my hand was still resting on his broad chest.

Ayumi chose that exact moment to meow loudly for her dinner. With a nervous laugh I let my hand drop and quickly walked to the kitchen to break open a can of fancy feast for my fussy housemate pussy.

"There you go, baby." I muttered as I set the bowl down and Ayumi rushed in. I was quickly forgotten as she began scoffing her dinner. Thank goodness she was so independent otherwise I would feel even more awful about leaving her alone so much but as long as she got her late night cuddle and a warm body to sleep with at night, Ayumi was a happy kitty.

I stood up and came face to face with Shinichi. He was looking at me with a strange expression on his face. He probably wasn't used to seeing me in such a domestic setting, I suppose.

"Sorry, she gets a little antsy on the nights I come home late." I said, apologizing for abandoning him in the living room.

"That's okay. We had a lovely dinner, its only fair that Ayumi gets hers." Shinichi said with a smile.

Again the air was crackling with intimacy, or maybe that was just my sexual frustration talking.

"I should probably call for that cab now." Shinichi said.

"Yeah," I replied, still looking at him a little too intensely. "You probably should."

Neither of us made a move towards the phone.

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A/N: Gotta love the quasi-cliffies, ha-ha. I hope you liked this story two shot?. It ended up being a little more serious than I intended but never fear, the playfulness will be back. I don't know how many perverts are cursing me to update this, and for being so mean by using this cliffhanger ending, I jux want to build some anticipation to the story and have some funny reviews on my table, so review and get me going... Although am not sure what kind of lemonade will be in the next chapter, Jux hope that: it would be a master blaster.