The Date
#2 of The Slave Keiko
The date
She awoke at quarter to four and looked next to her for her master. He wasn't there. She stroked the bed where he had been laying and sighed. She smelt the sheets for his sent and smiled knowing she was still in his room. She slowly got out of his bed and walked down the hall to her small purple room. Her master often said it didn't suit her, but she insisted it was her favourite colour and didn't care. She tossed her bra off and onto her double bed, as she did her bottoms. Assuming that this morning wasn't a dream she stalked her closet for some proper evening ware.
That's when she stumbled upon it. A not attached to a beautiful dark blue silk dress with tiny purple and red gems. /You always insisted that purple was your favourite, and this is the only way I could get it to work with your fur. Meet me at Toi at six. For tonight, don't call me master... My names Akira./ She giggled a bit and rushed to have a shower and get ready to meet up with her master.
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She tied her hair back with an expensive hair comb that her master bought for her birthday one year. Then tossed on the dress her master had for her to ware. She didn't bother with makeup for her markings were like make up enough.
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Keiko and her master had always had a weird relationship, for he has always loved her and she had a lot of respect for him that had gradually turned into feelings for him. Tonight however was different. This was the first time that they did something together as a couple, well to her they where now together, to him, they were always just never officially. By the time Keiko got to Toi, her favourite restaurant, it was ten after six and she felt so bad about it, but then again she walked, instead of taking her crapy little car. She skimmed the restaurant for Akira, her master, before a waiter came up to ask her how many people. She blushed slightly and told him she was meeting someone there by the name of Akira. The waiter nodded and lead her to a private room in the back. It was probably the nicest room she had seen. The walls were covered in beautiful dragon paintings, kimono furs stood tall in there glass cases, the room was dimly light and had a calming sense to it.
A small water fall and koi pond laid off to the side of the room. Then he caught her eye. He was sitting in the middle of the room, his hair pulled back out of his face, and a fedora sat a upon his head. She walked to the table, and he stood up to pull her chair out for her. Her cheeks turned a bright red and her ridiculous smile laid brightly across her face. He pushed her in, before straightening his jacket out and taking his seat again. They sat in silence for quote sometime before he quietly said;
"I believe I am in love with you."
"Why though..?" Was all she could say to that.
She didn't want him to love her but not truly care, nor did she want to believe that someone that could have anyone could possibly love her.
"Because of who you are, and what you mean to me." He smiled at her. "Why do you think I saved you all those years ago? Or that I keep you around? I never wanted you as a pet, I've wanted you to be my own. I never knew how to tell you..." His cheeks turned red and he looked down and away from her.
She softly spoke his name before she spoke; "I believe I love you too."
They sat in silence for the rest of their dinner and then headed home. She smiled up at him, when he held the car door open to his mustang and she lightly kissed him.
"Thank you for dinner, mas-babe." She stumbled over what to call him.
She sat down in the car and waited for his responds. He blushed and looked at her.
"Your welcome, my darling." He smiled back at her, and closed her door before getting in on the drivers side and taking them home.