Kumiko Arisugawa (hautegeisha) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-02-24 11:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-10 |
Who: Kumiko and Val
Where: Ad Gustum for starters
When: Evening
Note: Incomplete
The night was surprisingly dull at Ad Gustum. Everyone was still sketchy about the angels and demons. Most people weren’t planning on going out at night in general. Kumiko didn’t blame them, though she didn’t group herself in with ‘most people.’ She had planned on spending that night in and giving herself some spa treatment, but after hearing that she had a “date” with a certain vampire, her lips curled up and let out a playful giggle. She was wondering when Val would come back and was tickled pink at the fact he was coming to pay her a visit again. Their last meet proved to be wild and she only hoped tonight would be the same.
Sitting in the foyer, dressed in one of her best outfits, Kumiko crossed her legs and flicked her hair over her shoulder, waiting for Val to come over and... well, she wasn’t sure where they were going. Maybe a night out or perhaps he’d prefer to stay in for some entertainment. Either way, Kumiko was game for anything. She merely sat patiently, eager to see him.
The only thing that had held Val back from seeing Kumiko sooner was having Verena back in town. Reuniting with his sire tended to keep him in bed far more often than usual, but eventually life returned to normal. Verena wasn’t crazy about his seeing other women, but that had never stopped Val from doing so. If she’d wanted a monogamous relationship, he’d been a poor choice from the start. With hundreds of years to be together, Val needed a little variety, and tonight he was looking for just that. Val generally wasn’t one to pay for his meals, but Kumiko was a special case. She could show him a good time, offer blood he almost never got otherwise, and promise a night of some of the hottest sex imaginable. Hopefully he could keep her entertained as well. Stepping into Ad Gustum, his eyes immediately landed on her and he grinned. It wasn’t like him to keep a lady waiting, but he was always impressed when they returned the favor. “Evening,” he said, offering a hand as she rose to her feet.
Kumiko was in the same boat as Val when it came to monogamy and sires. Well, she didn’t have a sire, but Katsuo was close enough. Not like she saw him recently, but she was still going to fool around regardless. Hello, she was a siren. Came with the territory. Upon hearing Val, Kumiko turned her head to spot the handsome vampire and flashed a sweet, yet sophisticated smile in his direction. “My my... aren’t we quite the gentleman this evening,” Kumiko purred while placing a delicate hand into his and gracefully brought herself to her feet. “I must say, I was enthralled to receive word from you tonight. You make for a far more interesting date than some nail polish and whatever rubbish these Americans try to pass off as entertainment on television.” Tucking some hair behind her ear, she played up the whole sweet and innocent act: averting her eyes for a second, shuffling a bit, then brought that seductive gaze back on up to him. “I’m all yours this evening, Val.” And she couldn’t wait to see what he had in mind.
There were a number of ways Val could take the evening, as he suspected Kumiko was open to just about anything. The funny thing about a traditional date was that there was nothing traditional about the two of them, a vampire who’s dinner was his date and a siren who could potentially fall into a murder lust at any second. While Val would have loved to see that kind of a show, he doubted that would happen. “It’s been too long since I’ve properly entertained a woman and a thought you would enjoy a night out,” Val smiled. “How does dancing sound to you? Have you eaten?” If not, then he knew a place they could go that she could eat and he could have a glass of blood to tide him over. He knew most ladies didn’t like to eat with an audience, but it was the best he could do.
Thankfully for Kumiko, and probably Val as well, Ad Gustum did a fine job at keeping her murder lusts under control. A client or two would be sacrificed now and then to keep her satisfied, usually no one of great importance. Val could keep his life, though. He was too much fun to let go. “Ooo, I love dancing,” Kumiko purred at this idea. “And don’t you worry, I always have a full meal before any date.” She gave Val a tiny wink along with an innocent giggle. She knew all too well years ago that having a night with a vampire on an empty stomach did no wonders once they drank from her. There would be no passing out tonight, thank you very much. So with that settled, she laced an arm around Val’s and began walking out the door with him. There was always a chauffeur or two waiting outside if a lady was going out with their client and she’d let Val choose which vehicle to go to. “If there’s one thing that this country can do right, it’s the clubs. I would go every night if I could.” Sadly, looking like she was barely legal didn’t help. Kumiko had no worries though - that little mind trick thing Val could do was enough to influence any bouncer. And if that didn’t work, she had her song as back up.
“I’d take you every night, but I’m not sure I could afford it,” he snickered. That was hardly the case. A night with Kumiko was expensive, but they’d have to go years and years before clubbing with her would make a dent in his savings. “Perhaps tonight will be good enough that you need a night’s rest afterwards.” Val couldn’t get over how awesome-- for lack of a better word-- it was to have a date he could depend on for blood, sex, and eternal life. She knew what he was and embraced it, making both their lives easier. As much as he might like to have a steak dinner, the only thing that wouldn’t make him sick later would be licking the juice off the plate, and even that tasted like bath water in comparison to what she could offer. Kumiko’s blood was a treat and he promised to make it good for the both of them later. But now, dancing, and a ride that he could appreciate. Val selected the black BMW, but rather than taking to the back seat, he held his hand out for the keys. “I promise to bring them both back in pristine condition,” he smirked. He could force the car away, but it would be so much easier if the guy just gave it to him.
Kumiko purred at Val’s words while grinning. “I slept quite well last time, so I can assure you I will sleep well tonight, too.” Men just went wild with the siren blood. Kumiko considered it the best kind at Ad Gustum. What else paired better with sex, anyways? Oh right, nothing. Staying by Val’s side, she approved of his choice in their ride for the evening, even more that he offered to drive. Such a gentleman. Her eyes focused on the poor chauffeur and gave him a little smile before he turned the keys over. Wonderful! Now she could have some more quality time with Val. At least the chauffeur was nice enough to open the door for Kumiko. Just a nod of thanks for him and she was in her seat. “So, any adventures of yours you wish to share?” She recalled their last time together and how he was... well, a law-bringer amongst vampires. Make sure they didn’t do anything stupid. And they had met during a time when the stupid was running amok. Seeing that all was quiet now, she could only imagine that Val had an eventful past week or so.
It was always so very nice when humans did exactly as he asked, especially at a time when violence would be in poor form. Taking the keys from the chauffeur, Val slid into the driver’s seat and started the car, then waited till she was settled before taking off. “Well, I have a set of fangs to present to your mistress,” Val smirked. If there was anyone who could keep their mouth shut about a kill, it was a siren. She probably had more kills under her belt than he did. “I keep forgetting to drop them off. Time moves different than it used to and a few days seem like nothing.” He was sure she could relate-- he might even be weeks late on delivery at this point, but he wasn’t sure Domina could wait.
The siren’s eyes widened. “A set of fangs?” She might not have been a vampire herself, but she dealt with them long enough to know the most common rule amongst houses - fang removal as a form of punishment. Oh, she liked Val’s style too much. She gave him a smirk that spoke nothing but her approval of his actions. In some ways he reminded her of Katsuo, but the blasted man was dead for all she knew. And very much not driving her anywhere fancy. “Mmm, everything is too fast for my liking. I remember a day when people slowed down and enjoyed life and all its creations. People these days take everything for granted.” She tsked to herself at the thought, then brought her eyes back to Val. “But sometimes I don’t mind it being fast.” A playful giggle escaped her along with a matching smile. She couldn’t help herself, being a siren and all.
“We had a vampire in the area that didn’t understand the rules-- not sure how she lived this long without following them, but that’s beside the point. She was drawing too much attention to herself in an area that shouldn’t have such a high death rate, so... we taught her a lesson,” Val grinned. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be able to learn anything from the lesson, seeing as how she was dead. Val had taken fangs for lessor crimes; this was not one punishment that the guilty could not walk away from. “Some parts of life are meant to be enjoyed at high speeds,” he said, glancing over at her in agreement. Like driving fast cars, or committing a crime. Val didn’t see the point in staying alive if he was just going to let life drift by him without notice. He liked to be right in the middle of things, whenever possible. “Any new excitement on your end?” he inquired as they neared the club. At the speed he was driving it wouldn’t take long.
Val knew how to live it up, even if it was dealing with law-breakers. No halfassing for this vampire. Kumiko liked that. It just made him that more attractive in her eyes. “Oh me?” She placed a hand on her chest delicately as if he meant to ask someone else. Kumiko simply shifted in her seat and smiled. “Well... a week ago or so, an old friend of mine and I went to a club in Detroit for a little... fun.” Fun with a siren usually meant death for a certain someone, even more so if two sirens were involved. “I wish I could dish out the details for you to soak up, but I’m afraid I may have had one drink too many that night.” She giggled playfully while flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I promise I won’t have too much fun tonight with you.” Not with Val, hell no. He was her top paying customer at this point. There was no way she’d want him gone.
An old friend? Depending on how old, that must have been one hell of an evening, the sort that Val would have loved to have been in attendance for-- though not as the entertainment. “I should hope that my company is enjoyable enough to keep you from crossing that line,” Val said with a little laugh. She might want to kill him, but if that was the case then Val hoped it was just the murder lust talking. Just like his desire to kill her was only due to the fact that he’d enjoy drinking a siren dry. But why do so when he could have a taste and let her live? Kumiko was much more fun alive, when he could enjoy her company, her warmth, and her body. Plus, her blood would always be there, so long as he played nice, and he hoped she would do the same. “Someday I would like to see what kind of fun a siren has with a man, though I don’t wish to be that man. I would also love to hear you sing. I’ve heard it’s enchanting, no matter who you are.”
She laughed a bit at that one. This had to be one of those few times where someone actually wanted to watch a siren have fun from the sidelines. “Maybe one day,” she assured Val while reaching out to stroke his thigh for a moment before pulling her hand back. Teasing was something she had spent years perfecting and she had no issues putting it to use. “Oh, it is. Doesn’t really work on vampires, sadly, but lovely nonetheless.” And with that said, she gently broke out into song, singing an old traditional Japanese melody she remembered from years ago. There would be none of this modern American crap. Kumiko preferred the beauty in the traditional work and hopefully Val like the song as well. At the very least it would make the car ride more entertaining.
Kumiko was the kind of woman that could give Val goosebumps from only a touch and if he wasn’t in the mood to be a gentleman he would have pulled the car over right then. Having decided to take her out on a date, he figured the date should happen first, and then he could have all the fun he wanted. It was the waiting that would drive him mad. “I don’t mind it not working. It means I can actually listen, rather than be hypnotized.” And then she began to sing. It was like watching Verena dance-- beautiful and natural and perfect. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t understand her-- his Japanese was too modern to completely follow along-- she made him want to stop the car and listen. He could have listened all night, and all they had was a drive. “You sing beautifully,” he said softly when she finished, finding that they’d pulled into the parking lot. “You would have easily won me over as a human. I could have died listening to your song.”
Even if she heard it a hundred times over, the compliment still made Kumiko smile. “You’re too kind,” she nodded over to Val, eyes flicking out the window to watch the surroundings. Almost there! “And you probably would have died, if anything from losing concentration on what you’re currently doing, but that would also put me in danger.” And then that would end their night of fun, as well. Kumiko was extremely excited about this and couldn’t remember the last time a client took her out and treated her well. “Now that you’ve heard me sing, you ready to see me dance?” Because she was also eager to see what moves the vampire had. For someone as sophisticated as Val, she could only imagine how graceful he was on the dance floor, even if it was a club. There was always something about those well-groomed gentlemen who showed a more carnal side when no one else was paying attention. That was a turn on of its own.
“I’ve been looking forward to it,” Val grinned, hopping out of his seat before hurrying around to the other side of the car to open the door for her. He offered her his hand, then shut the door behind her, before escorting her to the door. Having paid the doorman a quick visit earlier that evening, they were able to waltz right in without question, which was just how Val preferred it. He didn’t mind confrontation, but not while on a date. Stepping inside, Val scanned the club for a table then led the way over to it, giving them both a chance to adjust to the change in atmosphere. Like all clubs, it was darker inside, this one lit in blue hues that seemed to match the sultry feel of the music. Val had selected this particular club for that atmosphere, and the fact that there was real dancing going on-- west coast swing, to be exact-- though there were a number of different things you could dance to the blues. “Does this suit the lady’s liking?” he asked, leaning in, his hand resting on her lower back.
Everything Val was doing was perfect so far. Treating her like a lady, already paying the doorman, and making sure everything was taken care of so there would be no worries. She approved a whole deal and Kumiko wasn’t exactly the easiest person to impress. Val’s choice in club make her smile, too. As much as she loved a club with ear-pounding techno, this was definitely different and not something she expected of Val. Reminded her of years ago when she was first introduced to America and hit up the clubs back then. “Very much so. You have good taste,” she replied with a smile, quite liking the current location of his hand. “Would you mind if said lady had a drink at all?” Some vampires couldn’t stand alcohol while others wanted Kumiko as shitfaced as possible before they sunk their fangs into her. All Val’s shot, though when it came to dancing, she would drag him up there with her. He had no say in that part.
Val would have enjoyed a drink himself, wine being one of his most missed vices from his human days. He would never dream of denying a lady a drink when she wanted one, so long as Kumiko wasn’t sloshed by the end of the night. While he enjoyed the buzz from drinking drunken blood, he wanted her there with him when he took her to bed, not completely passed out. “Not at all,” he smiled as he guided her towards a dark little booth. “What would you like?” As they got settled at the booth, Val gestured to a waiter, calling him over to take her order. He pictured her as a red wine drinker, but could also see her ordering something fruity or girly. The only thing that would have surprised him would be if she ordered a beer.
As much as she liked a girly drink, she decided to go with something more sophisticated. “A glass of white zinfandel, please,” she informed the waiter before curling up beside Val with a content purr. The last thing she would have ordered was beer, because hell no. Americans couldn’t do beer right. Ever. At least the wine was usually imported from a much more sophisticated country. With that out of the way, she looked back to Val and had her hand idly skim over his thigh as she spoke. “I remember years ago, a night out consisted of a quiet get together with gentle music, sake, and talking of politics and war.” Her eyes looked out to the dance floor briefly before returning to Val. “Almost the same. A few things tweaked, but nonetheless the same.” She giggled at the thought. “Much louder, I suppose. Not a bad thing.” Sometimes it was better louder.
“I like this place because it falls somewhere in between,” Val said, ignoring her hand, but enjoying it immensely. He loved it when women teased, and preferred to think they always meant it. “The music might be different, but it’s something we can dance to. Sake’s available, if you want it, but I think you made the better choice with the zin. And there will always be politics and war to talk about.” No matter when and where they were, those two things remained. “The only wars I’ve been involved with were after I was bitten, so I have to admit my enjoyment of them is more due to a perverse enjoyment of the battlefield. It’s quite a different scene when a gunshot doesn’t kill you. But these days war is something I’d like to avoid, especially now that my sort has gone public. I do envy your lack of tell,” he laughed softly. “It’s hard to hide fangs now that people are looking for them.”
Even if Val didn’t fully acknowledge her hand, that didn’t stop Kumiko from stroking. She could do this all night. She also liked knowing that Val had been involved with wars in the past. It made her think of Katsuo and how he was so busy with military strategies and the like. Wars had always been a part of the Japanese siren’s life. She was the daughter of a samurai, after all. “And I envy your tell,” she smiled in response. “At least vampires are acceptable in this modern world. I must do whatever it takes to hide what I am for my own safety. And sadly, it’s hard to have anyone take me seriously when I look like I belong in those high schools they have have here.” She cringed at the thought. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the oldest one here.” Her eyes twinkled at Val as she grinned. “Older than you, perhaps.” The idea made her giggle as she curled up closer to him. Age didn’t matter in the end. She had her youth and beauty and that’s all she cared for.