Dangerous

kalen1

Summary: Clef decided to go and have a drink for himself in a secluded bar. There he saw one of the most magnificent creatures and can't take his eyes off her, even though it means danger… and she means not to let go of him, not so soon… Rated M.

Author's Note and Disclaimer:

I haven't written in a while. I was too damn busy with school work. Urgh. I even had no idea on what I'm going to write on the following chapters of my ongoing work for La Corda D'Oro fics. And here I am, finding my 'will' in writing through Magic Knight Rayearth. I was previously a LxH fan but suddenly turned into a CxU fan. I really love this pair. All thanks to Playing Scrabble with Orcs who had inspired me writing this one. I really love 'The Cephran' and 'Cephiro Eternus'!

I had so many ideas for fics of MKR and then when I heard this song, 'Dangerous'. I suddenly can't resist and had my fingers working on my laptop. God, it's finals week!

So, to set your expectation, the writer of this fic would have a hard time updating asap so please have patience. In case you like the fic, I'll be delighted. In case you write a review, I'll be happy to answer them on the following chapter. In case you don't like me, ugh, that's too bad.

This would be set in an alternative universe. Some characters may be inserted but the main focus is Clef and of course, Umi. Clef is an adult one here. He's not in his child form. Umi is a bit OOC, I guess, Clef as well? I don't know. I wrote this out of my inspiration from the other fics. Long live Clemi fans! No hard feelings for Ascot. I find Ascot cute but not for Umi. Don't be mad at me.

MKR is not mine. All characters are CLAMP's. I previously would like to own Lantis. But if they'd like to give Clef to me, I say I would take him for good.

Chapter One. A Drink in the Bar

'Damn it all!' Clef cursed under his breath as he threw all the papers infront of him, including the pen, hardbound reports and other stuff on his table. 'Paper works, all paper works!' he cursed as he placed his forehead on the palm of his right hand. He let out a deep sigh as he lazily rested his back on the chair. He could feel his temple aching, burning. Why does he, the Vice-President of Cephiro Inc. have to work non-stop, even when he's supposedly home? He even have to take home all the reports to be reviewed for goodness sake!

"Clef?" a voice called out from the door.

His brows raised by the sudden interruption. He knew that voice. 'What is it now?' he asked himself, feeling irritated more of the intruder. "Presea…" he acknowledged the voice.

The door opened slowly, revealing Presea. She glanced over and asked, "I'm sorry to disturb you. Are you busy?" she asked with a soft smile on her face.

'Ah, must be a good interruption. A break would be nice,' he told himself as he saw his wife's face. "I was. What is it?" he asked with a soft smile on his face.

"I was just about to tell you that Caldina and I are going out for a while. Would you mind?" she said in a low tone with her hands on the door.

'Another night out? What the hell is wrong with this woman?' he asked but did not voice it out.

"Clef?" she asked, confused on his silence.

"Go," he said in a rough tone as he closed his eyes. 'So much for my break…'

"Alright. I'll be home late," she said as she closed the door.

'What kind of a marriage is this?' he asked himself. 'Every now and then, she leaves just like that. I bet she even leaves without me noticing. And here I am, stuck with a whole lot of report. Stupid Ferio! Why does his sister Emeraude left the company to him? Agh, I wished she never married Zagato. Now, she left the company at the feet of his dreadful pathetic brother while she's on her honeymoon! He's entirely incapable of handling this job!' he mocked.

He suddenly turned his head when he heard the engine of a car started. He stood and approached the windows and watched Presea's car left the house. 'And there she goes…' he said silently. 'I need a break from all of this…' he told himself as he walked towards the door, grabbing his trench coat on the way. 'A drink in a bar would suffice.'

Clef did not even bother using his car. He decided to take a long walk towards the town. The night is cold and seems to be very pleasant for a quick stroll. And he was right, the soft cold breeze brushing his skin and hair is delightfully welcoming him as he continued on his way, in search of a good place to drink. It was as if this night is for him. Moments later, he had reached the part of the city that never sleeps. There lies all kinds of bars for all types of people. He silently observed the area; this is not what he had in mind. He would much prefer a quiet place to drink at.

"Hello there, handsome, wanna to join us tonight?" a voice crossed his ear as he was stopped on his track by two women, wearing clothes that reveal almost everything. The two of them approached him and placed their hands on his chest, gently rubbing his chest as one of them whispered to him, "It'll be a very pleasant night…"

He raised a brow and took their hands off him as he continued to walk. All he wanted is a drink, not some bimbos roaming around the street. He then spotted a bar at the end of the road, having a dim light on its entrance and its sign, blinking from time to time. He watched the area for a few moments and saw one decent looking man coming inside. Not too many people, he noted. 'This would be perfect,' he told himself as walked his way towards the bar.

Inside, it was barely lighted with only an old bartender, wiping some glass. Only a number of people are inside and there are just some random conversation that echoes inside the area. He quietly sat on the bar and ordered for a strong whiskey. The old bartender handed him a glass and poured the whiskey. He swirl the whiskey in its glass and drank the content in one swift motion. He could feel heat creeping within his throat and this delighted him. It had been a long time since he had a drink…

He was already on his seventh glass when the door opened. He ignored it and continued to drink.

"White Russian," a female voice echoed at his side. He glanced and saw a female, with long flowing blue hair, sat on the stool beside him. He studied her features for a few moments, noting how her hair beautifully cascades down her back. She has a pair of cerulean eyes and her lips, covered with shiny lip gloss, seemed so fine to ravage…

He suddenly turned his head and stared at the glass infront of him. What was he thinking? He's married for goodness sake. It might not be a happy marriage but he has no plans in destroying it. Besides, he's already 33 and the female beside him seems to be in her early twenties or something. He immediately drank the content of his glass and ordered for another round as he tries to dismiss the thoughts inside his head.

"Alone?" he heard from the girl beside him. He took a quick glance at her and saw her smiling at him. Her cerulean are really captivating as if it's drawing him to oblivion. It was so deep as if there's so much to explore on the woman beside him.

He let out a grunt as he closed his eyes, trying to forget how her eyes pulled him to some fantasy land. "I just wanted a drink," he answered, not even paying a look at the woman beside him. One look is enough, there's no need to have more.

"Alone then," she said. The bartender handed her drink and she gracefully circled her fingers on the tip of the glass. He watched the enticing movement of her fingers. Long and slender. She has beautiful fingers, he noted to himself. "Must be exhausted from work, I bet," she added.

"Yes and I don't have time playing around, young girl," he said with a raised eyebrow. Talking with this girl is definitely the least that he would like to do this night.

"Girl?" she paused from drinking and stared at him. He silently cursed himself as he was forced again to look straight at the female beside him. She maybe younger than him but she's incredibly beautiful. This was the time he noticed she was wearing a blue dress that extends up to her knee but hugs her body quite perfectly. This girl is a walking temptress!

She leaned towards him and he almost stopped from breathing as the sweet smell of lavender entered his nostrils. "I'm sorry but this girl is old enough to ride you, bareback, old man…" she said in a whisper, giving emphasis on the last words.

"Old man?" He can feel his anger rise up. His grip to the glass tightened. He could swear this girl is mocking him without any reason. He quirk his brows once more as he heard her made soft chuckle. And why the hell does he felt he's getting worked up with this girl?

"I could prove to you that I'm no girl, old man," she mocked, eyes that's actually begging for a duel.

"I'm in no mood to play around, young girl," he told her with a grin. If it's a fight of words, he wouldn't back down to this girl. Hah! He saw her features turned into a frown and he celebrated by taking another gulp of his drink.

"You seem to be really uptight, old man," she noted. This girl is really going into his nerves. How dare she is! A very rude young girl! She does not even have a clue on what or who he is. "I think you need a really good massage. Your skill must be rusting pretty bad," she added.

"I maybe older than you are, young girl, but unlike anyone, I have a pretty decent life," he said, annoyance on his tone. "I don't fool around."

"Hmmm… decent life, huh?" she mocked. "That's pretty boring," she added as she ordered for another drink.

"You must be drinking and playing around, aren't you?" he asked, trying to shift the conversation from him to her.

"From time to time…" she answered. "…when I'm in the mood of fooling around."

"Fooling around? There is no gain for temporary satisfaction," he asked.

"You must be really irritated by my presence, especially to what I said earlier but let me tell you, I have no ill intention or anything about you," she said with a smile.

"I apologized for talking in such a way," he said. Yes, that is right. Talking to this girl in such a tone is pretty immature of him. He had never talked with a female in such way before. He then ordered another glass. The whiskey must've given him the effect of talking like as such.

"You're really a good guy, aren't you?" she said. "You apologized to me when what you just did is to talk to me in a tone that tells you're irritated. Are you also apologizing to me for calling me a young girl?" she asked.

"No, just for the tone," he said as the bartender handed him another round.

"If I apologize to you for calling you an old man, would you stop calling me young girl?" she asked.

He threw her a questioning look and let out a sigh. "Do I really look that old to you?" he asked.

She smiled and said, "No. You look like you're just in your early or mid-twenties. I'm sorry for calling you in such manner. I know you're not that old, right?"

"I'm 33 and married," he answered.

"Hah! Telling me your age and your status when I'm not even asking if you're married or not. Would you mind telling me the reason behind that?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"I…just feel like telling it," he answered. Truthfully, he does not have any clue.

"I see. Alright, it seems that your 'walls' are pretty tough, neh?" she said. He raised another brow and she abruptly waved her hand. "No, no, please don't get mad. It's just that it seems you're pretty bored and pretty frustrated over life. But that's what I just think…"

He quickly dismissed the idea of being mad and stared at his drink. "Just too much work…" he said in a low tone.

"Ah, so I'm right about being exhausted over work. I can only imagine how many curses the one you're working for had received whenever you remember his or her name, much more whenever they're standing infront of you," she added.

"You can bet on that," he answered truthfully, a small smile adorned his face.

"And your marriage?" she asked. He turned around once more and studied her. Why does she even bother asking these questions to him? What is she trying to say?

"I don't think that's have got to do with you," he answered with his brows knitted.

"Well, you can either just tell me you're happily married or something. No need to give me that stare," she said.

"And what would you gain by knowing about that?" he asked, trying to dismiss the whole conversation, making her mad again so that she'll move away from him and he could get back his quiet drinking once again.

She stared at him and he suddenly felt confused by the sudden spark on her eyes. A mischievous glint perhaps? No, it is something else. She leaned towards him once again and whispered, "A good fuck perhaps?"

"Corrupted girl, do you think I don't have decency to bed you? I told you I am married," he said in gritted teeth as she had not moved an inch away from him.

"Decency? Please, drop that. What I only need is what's hanging between your legs. And don't act as if you're not interested in me. I saw how you look at me…" she said in a husky tone, still not moving away from him.

"Interested? What makes you think you intrigue me, young girl?" he asked with a quizzical look.

She let out another frown cross her face as she moved away from him. "You wouldn't continue talking to me if you're not," she simply answered as she drank the whole glass. "One more," she said to the bartender.

He knew that this conversation started out really wrong but staying here by her side when he could move away or sit on an empty table is a mystery to him. He had not actually given it a thought.

"Am I wrong?" she asked as she stared back at him.

He let out a smirk and ordered another glass. "You presume too much, girl. You're not my type," he said.

"Oh?" she said as the bartender handed the two their order. "That's just too bad, you seem to be my type," she added.

"You're young. You don't know what you want," he answered as he gulped another drink.

"Maybe," she said with her eyes closed.

"You must've drunk too much. Why don't you go head back home, girl?" he said as he asked for his bill and turned a few cash with the tip for the bartender.

"Are you going to bring me home?" she asked with a sly smile. "I definitely would like that," she added as she pulled some cash and placed in on the table.

"Like I would," he said as he started walking out of the bar. He must've drunk too much too. He felt somewhat nauseated. He immediately called a cab and started heading back home. This seems to be one hell of a night

Well, well, there goes for chapter one. Hope you like it! Please mark your review!