The Rising Sun & The Morning Calm Ch. 09

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Genzo tapped his foot impatiently as he rode the elevator to Noboru's penthouse. His instructions had been to arrive promptly at eight and by 8:10 none of his calls had been answered. Fortunately for him, he and Noboru were well known to the concierge staff and they'd let him up without hesitation. Wondering what was going on, he was about to knock when he heard the sound of screaming and growling from behind the door. Sighing in frustration, he waited for them to finish and when he heard Noboru bellow "[Ikku]!" Genzo hit redial on his cell phone.

"[Moshi moshi]," was the breathless answer. He could hear Angela gulping for air in the background.

"Noboru-donno, it's Genzo. I'm here." There was an abrupt click as Noboru hung up. Thirty seconds later, the door opened and a flushed Noboru sheepishly beckoned him inside.

"My apologies, Genzo," he said in Japanese.

"None is necessary," he replied politely, as Angela finally emerged from the bathroom. Her cheeks were flushed and she awkwardly smoothed the front of her shirt as she came out. "[Ohaiyo, Jo-Sama]," he greeted with a bow

"Morning, Genzo. And Angela is fine," she reminded him. Slipping on her shoes, she kissed Noboru ardently, unable to see Genzo's disapproving look as she did so. She could feel him growing underneath his robe while he pawed her shamelessly and was about to reach under the fabric when she heard Genzo cough loudly. Pouting, she pulled away from his reluctant arms.

"Come home for lunch," Noboru whispered in her ear, before biting it and releasing her.

"I will," she beamed. Entering the elevator, when the doors had closed, she looked shyly at Genzo. "I'm really sorry about that."

"It is none of my business," he said flatly without looking at her, before adding, "Also, one of your buttons is undone."

"What?" She looked down in horror to see that he was right. "Shit!" She was so concerned with her wardrobe malfunction that she didn't notice Genzo's look of surprise at her use of the expletive. When they got to her office, she unlocked the door and as they entered, Genzo sat in one of her waiting room chairs and pulled out a laptop from his messenger bag. "Oh, Genzo, you can come in. I'm not expecting my first patient until nine o'clock." He made no answer and merely followed her into the office. Sitting on the ledge by her window, he busied himself on his computer as she prepared for her day's appointments. It was strange to be guarded by someone who paid absolutely no attention to her. When it was 8:55 he quietly closed his laptop and walked out of the room without looking at her, resuming his seat in the waiting room chair.

Angela noticed that something was peculiar about how her therapy sessions went that morning. Though she had always been somewhat tuned in to people's emotions, today her perception of her patients' moods seemed unusually clear. When she informed one patient that she was going on vacation, though her exterior was cheerful and she said that she hoped that she would enjoy her holiday, Angela detected a surge of rage that caught her by surprise. She had been seeing this patient for a year and this was the first time she had ever experienced such a profound anger with her. Another patient who had apparently been doing well for a few months told her that things were still going well and that his mood was fine but despite the fact that his exterior looked unchanged from his previous sessions, she could feel a slight sadness and anxiety in him. When she had gently brought up that he appeared somewhat dysphoric to her, he became resistant immediately, denying that anything was wrong.

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When the last of her morning therapy patients had left, she sat down to type a few notes when she heard arguing in her waiting room. Walking to the door she recognized Ken's voice in addition to Genzo's.

"Look, man, I don't know who the hell you think you are but I know for a fact that Angela doesn't see patients at noon. Now do us both a favor and step aside."

"I am afraid that unless you have an appointment to see her I cannot let you inside."

"Alright, that is fucking it! If you don't-"

His sentence was cut off and there was a sound of scuffling. Angela threw open the door to her waiting room to see Ken hanging by his neck from Genzo's fingers.

"Genzo, you release him this instant!" she shouted.

Releasing his grip, Genzo bowed slightly in her direction and sat down as if nothing had happened. "Angela, what the hell is going on? Is this the guy who answered your phone?" An indignant Ken rubbed his neck angrily and glared at Genzo who had already returned his attention to his laptop.

"Ken, get in here," she snapped, pointing at her office door. The last thing she needed in her life was more drama. As Ken stomped into her office, she heard Genzo speaking on his cell phone in Japanese but the only word she could make out was "[kareshi]". Returning her attention to Ken, she demanded, "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" he repeated in disbelief. "I call you the other day and some dude answers the phone and hangs up on me, you don't return any of my calls, not even a fucking text message to let me know you're alright. I was worried!" He paced the room irritably. "Fuckin-A, Angela!"

Though he could be a selfish jerk a lot of the time, she did feel bad for making him worry. "I'm sorry, Ken. Things have been a little crazy lately."

"Is that him out there?" he accused, pointing his finger at her door. "Is that the one who I spoke to? Are you fucking him?"

"Ken!" She threw him a warning glance and he backed off slightly under her glare.

"Are you seeing someone else? Is that it?" His tone was quieter now.

"Ken, we discussed this. It was only sex, nothing more."

"How serious is it? I went by your place and they'd said that you'd moved out. Are you staying with him?" His voice betrayed the hurt that he felt in learning that she had moved on before he had.

Before she could answer, the door opened and Noboru walked in. Approaching her, he put his hands on her waist and quietly asked, "[Daijo-ka]?"

"So that was the one I talked to," Ken spat.

Ignoring him, Noboru, looked again at her and repeated his question. "It's fine, we know each other. He was concerned about me, that's all." Looking over his shoulder at Ken, she said, "I'll call you later, okay? Now is not the time so just don't start."

"That's what you left me for?" he sneered incredulously. "I'm insulted!"

Rolling her eyes, she put her hands on her hips and looked at him acidly. "Ken, I know this is a stretch for you, but for two seconds could you TRY not to be a narcissistic ass?"

Ken stormed up to Noboru and looked down at him condescendingly. "Nice contacts, man." He'd always been far too in love with himself, which was one of the reasons Angela had finally broken up with him. Not that he didn't have reason to be. Half Japanese and half American, at 6'4'' and 220 pounds, Ken was a good-looking guy and he knew it. Towering over Noboru, he leered down at him. "I thought you didn't do short guys, Ange."

Praying that Noboru would maintain his composure and not kill him on the spot, she stepped between them and roughly shoved Ken back away from him. "Get the fuck out! I said I'll call you later, and if you don't leave right now, you can forget about ever fucking hearing from me again!" Shooting Noboru one last dirty look, Ken slunk out of her office. She was glad that he didn't have to walk past Genzo when he left.

Flinging the door open, she fumed at Genzo, "Just what the hell do you think you were doing?"

"What I was told to do," he replied calmly, not looking up from his laptop.

She was about to read him the riot act when Noboru came up behind her. "Genzo, go get something to eat. Be back in half an hour." Bowing his head, he walked out of the waiting room.

She whirled around to face him. "He called you, didn't he?" It excited him when her Korean temper flared and he had to suppress a smile at seeing her so wound up.

"He did." Noboru closed the door behind them.

"Nobu, he didn't have to be so rough with him!"

"Genzo takes my requests very seriously. He was not familiar with him and anyone who I do not know is a threat to your safety until proven otherwise." Noboru crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at her unapologetically.

Angela growled in exasperation. "I can't have him attacking the delivery man just because he doesn't know who he is!" Turning her back to him, she covered her face with one hand and sighed, the other on her hip.

"I will tell him to be more discreet." Wrapping his arms around her, he turned her to face him. "Please, do not be angry with me. This is new for me as well. I am trying to protect you while still respecting your privacy but I am learning." Tilting her chin up to look at him, he softly said, "[Gomen]."

She looked into his sincere blue eyes and felt her irritation slip away. "It must have really scared you when you lost me all those years ago, huh?"

He thought back to his dream the night before. "I never forgave myself for being unable to protect you. I refuse to make the same mistake again." He pulled her close and began to kiss her sensuously.

"Noboru, we're in my office," she objected weakly as his hands began to roam with increasing urgency.

His hand stole up her skirt and the damp fabric of her thong told him she would not put up much of a fight. "You were supposed to come upstairs for lunch, remember?" he murmured, slipping two fingers into her wet cunt.

"I don't think you wanted me to come up for lunch," she gasped, squeezing down on his fingers.

His erection was starting to become extremely painful. He had hardened as soon as she had told the American to get out. "Of course not. But I do not wish to be so obvious all the time." He groaned as she cupped his balls through his slacks.

"This seems pretty obvious to me," she purred. She could feel him jerking under her palm.

Growling lustily, he roughly bent her over her desk and lifted her skirt above her hips. Parting her legs, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, rubbing it against her damp panties. Pulling the flimsy material aside with one finger, he stuffed his impatient member deep inside her as she stifled a moan of pleasure. "You are mine," he hissed into her ear. "I will take you wherever I please, whenever I please." He held her still with one hand under her jaw as he viciously thrust into her from behind, feeling her approaching orgasm underneath him. "I am going to cum inside you," he promised huskily, "and I want you to sit with my cum inside you all afternoon until you return home. Do you understand?" He continued to bring her maddeningly close to release. "While you are speaking with your patients, I want to think about my seed slowly leaking out of you, reminding you that I fucked you over your desk right before you saw them." His words had the desired effect and she bucked against him furiously as they came together. It was all that she could do to prevent herself from biting down on the fingers that trailed her mouth as her pussy quivered around his cock. Still breathing heavily, Noboru slid out of her with a satisfied groan and tucked himself back inside his pants, the front sporting obvious stains, which he covered by pulling out his shirt. Adjusting her thong and skirt, he kissed her nose and joked, "I will never wash these pants ever again. I will see you at home." He looked up as he heard something. "Ah, Genzo, right on time. [Ja-na], my angel." Waving nonchalantly, he walked out the other exit.

Genzo knocked on her door. "Angela-sama is everything alright?"

"Everything is just fine, Genzo," her voice called out from behind the door. "And for the last time, it's just Angela."

Even through the door he could smell Noboru's scent and knew exactly what had transpired while he had been away. Scoffing slightly, he sat down and returned to his work.

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ikku: I'm coming (Japanese)

moshi moshi: hello (on the telephone, Japanese)

ohaiyo: good morning (Japanese)

jo-sama: mistress / my lady (Japanese)

kareshi: boyfriend (Japanese)

daijo-ka: are you okay (Japanese)

ja-na: see you later (Japanese)

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When the last of her patients had been seen, Angela gathered her things and opened the door to the waiting room. "Okay, Genzo. You're off duty now."

Placing his laptop into his bag, he stood up and shook his head. "My duty is finished when I deliver you to Noboru-sama."

"Deliver? Genzo, I am not a fucking pizza!" she reminded him hotly.

"Please pardon my clumsy English, Angela-sa-" He stopped himself when she narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "Angela," he finished. God, the woman swore a lot.

Sighing, she turned off the lights and waved him out of her way, hissing, "Shoo!" In spite of his misgivings about her, he couldn't help smiling at how this woman who was almost a foot shorter than him brusquely ordered him out of her way. They rode in the elevator in silence and when he saw her turn the key to the door of Noboru's penthouse, he quietly bowed and left without a word. After he'd gotten back into the elevator, she stuck her tongue out at him and went inside.

Entering the foyer, she didn't see Noboru anywhere. "[Gochi, gochi]," his voice called from the alcove where is bed was.

Angela went up the steps to find him lying on the bed with all three kittens purring on his front. "How the hell did you manage this? Snotty doesn't like other boys!"

"We have come to an understanding, Snotty-kun and I." He looked at the purring kitten sitting on his chest. "18, Snotty-kun?" The kitten simply closed his eyes and continued purring.

"And what sort of understanding is this exactly?" she asked, with a bemused expression.

"I have conceded that Snotty-kun is actually in charge around here. He simply allows me to look the part." He scratched the cat on the white spot under his chin and Snotty tilted his head to give him more access.

Sitting on the bed next to him, she looked at the cat couch Noboru had become. "I can't believe what I'm seeing," she thought aloud.

He held up a finger as if to tell her to stay where she was. "[Mitteh]." Noboru peered down at Snotty. "Snotty-kun, [onnegai shimasu], I would like to kiss your mother hello." Arching his back in a leisurely stretch, Snotty yawned, jumped off Noboru's chest and began batting a ball of yarn which led Yin and Yang to join him on the floor. No sooner had they left the bed when Noboru grabbed Angela and threw her on her back. Climbing on top of her, he pressed his face into her neck. "I love the way I smell on you," he said as he inhaled. "It makes me want to mark you more."

"You are simply unbelievable," she laughed, hugging him.

"How was the remainder of your day?" His hands began to wander under her shirt.

She ran her hands along the sides of his face and grinned. "I don't think Genzo likes me very much."

Noboru's expression revealed his amusement at her observation. "Genzo does not like anyone. That is customary for him." Sliding his hand under her lace bra, he rolled her pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her shiver.

"If you say so." She laced her fingers together over his back and pulled him closer.

"Did you do as I told you?" His blue eyes regarded her from under lowered lids.

Blushing, she nodded. "Although I think some fell out when I went to the bathroom, sorry."

"Not to worry, I will replace it," he promised as he slid his fingers into her. "You are always so wet for me," he whispered appreciatively. She responded by weaving her fingers through his hair and moving against his palm. Smirking, he pulled his hand away.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Her pussy felt agonizingly empty.

"Did you want something?" he asked innocently.

"Noboru, that's not funny!" she whined.

"Tell me what it is you want." He reached under her shirt and pinched her nipple sharply again.

She arched her back and tried to put her hand between her legs, but he pinned her arm down. "I need you," she whimpered.

"What do you need?" She could see him tenting under his robe.

Squirming in his grip she begged, "Please, I need you to fuck me, now! I want your gorgeous, hard cock in my pussy! Noboru, please! Fuck me hard!"

With a growl of triumph, he tore her skirt in half before letting his robe fall and forced himself into her dripping sex. She was so wet that each time his hips met hers, their combined fluids spattered his sheets. "First you ruined my pants and now look at the mess you are making on my bed," he rasped, fucking her harder as she screamed her pleasure. Quickly pulling out, he stroked his cock as he sprayed her half clothed body and face with rope after rope of thick white cum. When he had caught his breath, he looked at her semen covered body with satisfaction.

Without bothering to open her eyes, she muttered, "You owe me a new skirt."

Going downstairs, he was about to get something to drink when his cell phone rang, indicating that it was from Tokyo. "[Nanda]?" He heard the water running upstairs as Angela stepped in the shower.

"We've managed to trace some of his network to Chicago," Daisuke informed him. "We don't know what he's doing there, but it's not just him. He brought some of his people with him."

"I want you to put more guys on the streets. I want to know where he is and what he is doing as often as possible."

"Huh!"

Not thirsty anymore, he felt his good humor ruined by the news that Saburo and his henchmen were prowling Chicago. Trying to ignore the worry that gnawed at him, he went back upstairs to join Angela.

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gochi gochi: over here (Japanese)

neh: isn't that right (Japanese)

mitteh: watch (Japanese)

onnegai-shimasu: please, I request (Japanese, formal)

nanda: what is it (Japanese)

huh: yes, sir (Japanese)

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"Noboru-donno, [sumimaseng]."

Noboru looked up from his calligraphy. "Isamu? What has happened?"

Maruoka Isamu knelt in front of him. "Our informants in the government have discovered that a treaty has been signed between the United States and Japan. Prime Minister Taro has effectively exchanged Japanese claims on the Philippines for American claims to Korea."

Setting down his brush, Noboru remembered what Yu Song Ryong had told him three centuries ago. Exactly as he had predicted, the political corruption and internal strife in the Chosun, now Korean, government had left the country vulnerable to outside powers and once again, his country sought to claim the peninsula for its own. "Admiral, I am sorry," he sighed.

Though Isamu had never understood his master's interest in the affairs of the Korean people, he knew better than to ask. "Is there anything else you require, Noboru-donno?"

"[Iyah]. You may leave." "Some things never change," he bitterly thought aloud. The increasingly militaristic attitude that the Japanese government was taking made him wonder about the fate of his country. Since the arrival of the [gaijin] Perry, Japan was becoming more and more consumed by the expansionistic tendencies of the west. Noboru had been forced into hiding with the followers he had accumulated over the years when the samurai class was abolished after the Meiji Restoration. Nothing was held sacred anymore and he wondered what the world was coming to.

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iyah: no (Japanese)

gaijin: foreign devil

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