Kaito.

I slide the card in and unlock the door. Fancy hotel, my ass. I don't even bother to take my shoes off; I just fall back onto the bed and close my eyes. I don't even know why I'm so damn tired, I just am. I don't want to be here. Just because my old man owned the fucking business and died on me shouldn't have to mean that I get left with this pile of shit.

"Fuck!" I scream, just to get my anger out. I sigh and try to calm down. What's done is done. This thing is mine now and I'll take care of it. Nothing else.  It's not like I hate my father or anything. I just hate this...

Goddamn business...fucking responsibilities.

"M-Mr. Shion!" A lady-voice rings out and I look at my secretary. She's got my bags. Her hair isn't even clipped back properly, in that "professional way" or whatever the hell she calls it, instead falling over her eyes and shoulders. It looks kind of nice, but I know I'm just missing Miku. I roll onto my side, turning away.

"Just leave my things here," I say lowly. I hear a few gentle thuds and then she leaves, closing the door behind her.

I close my eyes and try to sleep, or maybe come up with something else that's worth doing besides agonizing over tomorrow's meeting.

A meeting with a bunch of old people. They're still around. My dad's not. All they care about is money, isn't that it?

I lie still for a while, my right arm curled under me, in a way that lets me see my wristwatch. The second hand ticks by and it seems hard to believe that it's six in the evening. I try to calculate the time back home. Eleven in the morning. Something like that.

A knock at the door interrupts me.

"Shion."

I roll to face the door. There’s another knock.

Knock knock, fuck you.

"Who is it?" I know who it is but I don’t feel like getting up just yet.

"It's, ah," he pauses to clear his throat. The doors are fucking paper-thin if I can hear all this, "Kamui, sir, it's me, Kamui."

"You have the key, don't you?"

"Uh...yes sir."

"So why don't you just open the..." I pause and bite back vulgar language, "...door? Without asking, I mean?"

"Um, I...I dunno, you could be busy and, ah, privacy?"

I sit up. Stand up. Walk over to the door and open it. I stare at Gakupo with a deadpan expression.

"What's up?" I ask. He runs a hand through his long hair. It's untied. He's wearing a light blue button-down shirt that's all rumpled. 

"W-Well, we were wondering, since it's, like, six-ish and we're all pretty tired and hungry...we were thinking of  washing up and maybe going out to eat?"

"Professionally?" My humour is fucking dry.

"Yeah!" He nods. "Luka's getting changed and stuff. We're thinking of leaving in an hour or two, so...take your time, boss."

"Mhmm," I don't really want to be anyone's boss and this guy totally gets that. We play the "professionally casual," or "casually professional" game, whichever floats your boat. It's an unspoken thing.

I close the door and pick my phone off of the bedside table, bringing it with me to the bathroom, checking to make sure the new SIM card works and then keying in Miku's number. I cradle it between my ear and shoulder as I lean over the tub and crank the taps, getting a nice, warm stream of water gushing out.

"Hello?" Miku's voice. I hear giggling in the background. The tub begins to fill up.

"Hey, Miku," I can't help but smile at the sound of her voice.

"Kaito!" She squeals. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say quickly. "I'm at the hotel. Going to rest for a bit. I'm going out for dinner soon."

"D-Dinner?" Her tone changes in an odd way. 

"Yeah, with Gakupo and Luka."

"Oh...why, though?"

"Huh? What do you mean, princess?"

"That's like, a date..."

"No, it's nothing like that, of course not. Hell, it's three people, Miku. Besides, you're my wife. I wouldn't..." I pause and turn the taps, struggling to turn the water off.

"Wouldn't what, Kaito?" Her voice wavers. The cold water refuses to stop, so I give it one more crank. The phone slips and plops into the tub.

"Shit!" I reach in impulsively, getting my sleeves wet and pulling it out. The screen flickers between life and death. I've lost contact with Miku. 

After a few failed attempts at trying to get the damn thing to turn on again, I give up and set it aside. The bath's lukewarm. I drain the tub and start filling it again, contemplating about calling Miku again. I need a new phone.

I let the taps run and take my phone, walking out of the bathroom and then right out of my room, closing the door behind me. My room number is engraved on the door: 2307. Kamui's and Megurine's suites are adjacent to mine. I walk over to Kamui's first, 2306, and knock.

There's no answer. I knock again, repeatedly, a few times. I have the man's key card in my pocket but I respect his privacy. Besides, Gakupo's not the kind of guy who'd just ignore me like that.

Finally, I walk over to Luka's suite, 2308, and knock.

"Coming! Is that you, Kamui?" Her voice is muffled behind the door. I open my mouth to call out that it's me, not Kamui, but she opens the door before I get a chance.

"O-Oh, Mr. Shion!" She blushes and I take a step back. She closes the door so that there's only a crack left. "I'm sorry! I was taking a bath and..."

"It's fine," I mumble. She opens the door a bit more. Her right hand grips the towel wrapped loosely around her torso. Her hair's also wrapped in one, but a few wet strands peek out near her ears.

"C-Can I...have a minute?" She asks softly. "Just...to get dressed."

I nod and she closes the door. Two minutes later, she opens up again. Her wet hair is clipped up with a large, ebony hairclip. Sadness is evident on her face.

"I'm sorry about that," she says. I walk in. "I really didn't think it was you, and...whoever it was, I didn't want to leave them waiting, a-and..."

"It's fine," I cut her off. She's already started unpacking her things. Her clothes and things are laid out nicely on the bed. There's a mirror directly across from the entrance door, on the opposite wall, that allows for a view of the closet that's concealed from view.

"I don't like this," she notes my line of sight and walks over to the mirror. "The placement of this, I mean."

I look at the mirror and then at the closet. "It let's you see the closet from far away," I note.

"Yeah, but it's weird," she shakes her head.

"You don't have to walk over here to see your wardrobe," I say.

"But it's not very private!" She says. I shrug.

"Nobody's coming in here, anyways."

"Right," she nods. "Anyways...what can I help you with, Mr. Shion? Did something happen? I-I'm sorry there's no place to sit, it's just that I was unpacking and didn't think anyone would want to drop by right now, and if anyone did, it'd be Kamui, and..."

"It's fine," I watch her frantically clear off a sofa. I sit down. "I need a phone."

"A phone?"

I show her my phone. "It fell in the tub," I say. She nods slowly.

"I was talking to Miku when it fell," I explain. Her expression changes for a spilt second. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she shakes her head. "Do you want a phone to keep or just to call her back with?"

"Just to call, I guess. I'll get a phone when we go out," I say. She nods and gives me her phone. I dial Miku's number.

"Hello?"

Luka.

Kaito's expression transforms as he dials his wife's number. I bite my lip and stand in a corner silently. I was so stupid, opening the door so suddenly like that. Even if it had been Kamui, I wouldn't have just let him in like that, but it had to be him, it had to be Kaito.

He probably hates me now.

"Hey, Miku, it's me," he smiles slightly and his eyes sparkle. They look so nice, but I feel sadness, too, when I look at him like that. He's not mine, and I should be happy, but it's not easy.

"I love you," he coos. My chest hurts. He continues to talk about something. I try not to pay attention. She says something and he breaks out into dry, tired laughter.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted," he says and pauses before chuckling at something the girl says. "Alright. Have a nice day, okay? Take care of yourself…love you."

He hangs up.

Love you.

The words echo in my head. I save them, tuck them away, think about maybe replaying them to myself on a lonely evening, pretending that Kaito said them to me.

"Luka?" 

"Huh?" I look down at the boss. He’s looking back with wide eyes. My phone lies in his open hand, he’s offering it to me. I take it.

"Are you alright?" He asks, getting up. I nod.

"Why…Mr. Shion, why do you keep doing that?" I fumble with my collar out of habit.

"Doing what?" It sounds as though he really isn't thinking twice when he does it, and I suppose it's best that way, that he does it without reason, without some sort of dark motive.

"You call me 'Luka,'" I say. His eyes widen momentarily.

"Well...can't I?" He looks at me. "You're my secretary."

Am I nothing else? Not even a friend?

"And we used to be very close," he ends. I exhale softly, feeling content with the acknowledgment. It's all I'll ever get at this point.

"O-Okay, well, I'm sorry for the trouble, sir," I nod. He gets up.

"No, there was no trouble," he smiles at me. My heart flutters. "You lent me your phone. I've got you to thank."

"It's my job, sir," I mumble. He walks to the door.

"I'm going to wash up," he says. 

"Right, I'm going to...change into something else," I look down at the work clothes I had hurriedly pulled on earlier, so that I could let the boss in without seeming indecent.

He nods silently and walks out. I close the door.

Kaito. 

Luka has very smooth, pale skin. It's like a doll's. Her arms and collarbone look flawless.

I shake my head. My mind's a mess and I'm thinking about my poor secretary. As soon as I step into the room, I remember that I left the water running.

I run into the bathroom and turn the taps off. Thankfully, the water hasn't overflowed yet. I meet the eyes of my reflection in the mirror momentarily before shedding everything and stepping into the tub.

Warmth is always nice.

You guys! Should I start censoring Kaito's swearing? I don't want Wattpad to screen this story and give it an 'R' rating. >.>

But Kaito's swearing is funny XD