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Four Years Later	By : psyca Category: +G to L > Hana Yori Dango Views: 7954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Four Years Later
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Four years later.

His letter was late.

Three years and ten months of letters every other week like clockwork, even if they were only a page. He was too busy to call regularly, and refused to phone when she might be asleep. Something about her working too hard for her rest to be interrupted. So she clutched at the paper moments she had with him, reading, re-reading, soaking in every word. They were her only indulgence in impracticality.

And it was late.

A week late.

Tsukushi straightened from the table she’d been furiously cleaning. She stretched her back a bit and sighed at the satisfying pop. Her tired gaze swept over the intimate sushi restaurant, taking in the last few details of closing the place up.

This was her night job, helping Kinsan manage the second location of his sushi restaurant. It was so small that she did everything but wash dishes and make the food, although there were occasions where she’d had to step in and help there too. Kinsan split his time between his two establishments, and the place was always busier when he came.

Tonight was a busy night. Tsukushi couldn’t remember when she sat down last. At least the tips were very good. That would go a long way towards her next month’s rent.

“Tsukushi!”

She jumped a little, especially seeing Kinsan so near. He was standing right by her, and she hadn’t noticed.

“Huh? Yes?”

He smiled softly.

“I called you three times.” He looked at her closely. Tsukushi blushed a little at the scrutiny. “Go home, I’ll finish up.”

“But, you have a family to go home to. . .”

“And you’re working too hard. Get some rest.”

His smile was still in place, but his tone said it was useless to argue. Kinsan was unfailingly gentle, especially with his young son, but he’d become more firm when confident of his opinions.

Tsukushi sighed and nodded, going to hang up her apron and retrieve her coat and purse. After bidding Kinsan a quiet goodnight, she stepped out into the cool night.

Maybe his letter would be at home.

Her steps lightened just a little as she hurried through the city streets, still bustling with night-time revelers. With her aching feet, she thought about taking the bus, but her frugality won out as usual.

She distracted herself from her painful steps by mulling over the next day. It was Monday, and she didn’t have to work at the sushi place. Saturday, Sunday and Monday she only had to work one job. The other days, she went right from her part-time job as a secretary at a business college to the demanding work for Kinsan. She made up for the lack of time off by consoling herself with the free tuition. A college degree was in reach if she just worked hard enough.

Soft, seductive, impractical thoughts whispered through her mind when she was this tired. The strength of his quiet promise to come back for her after four years had created a little shrine of hope in her heart. It would be easy for her to just get by and wait for him to come back. Why work so hard when he promised to take care of her?

As always, Tsukushi shook back those thoughts. It was hard to be so driven, but they had been put through too many trials and promises and changes in path for her to let go of herself. As much as she wanted to cling to his promise, the doubt still remained. She had to make her own way in life, with or without him. There was no way she could live with herself otherwise.

There better be a letter at home.

Finally, her apartment building came into view. Tsukushi ached for the warm comfort of her futon, and thanked the gods she didn’t work until ten. Her heart lightened a little as she neared the post box. Anticipation curled inside, and she could barely fit the little key in its lock from the tremors in her hands.

His letter was still late.

Her fatigue came back in a crushing wave. Softly, she closed the little door and trudged up the three flights of stairs to her one-room apartment, wincing with each step. Perhaps she shouldn’t have worked without a break. Her feet were killing her.

Tsukushi didn’t bother turning on the light. Her apartment was neat and clean, but there wasn’t much to see. She stepped out of her shoes, dropped her coat and purse on the floor near the door, and flopped onto the unrolled futon.

Tears slipped down her cheeks as she fell asleep, wishing for the darkness to take the loneliness away.

………………………….

Tsukushi was surrounded by warmth. The soothing arms of sleep did not want to release her, so she drifted just below the surface of wakefulness. Bright light teased at her eyelids, and she shifted deeper into the silky sheets, trying to block out the invading light.

Her brow furrowed a little as something in her brain called for her attention. Dawn seemed so much brighter today. It was unusual for there to be so much light with a window that faced the brick building next door. In fact, she had to keep a light on all the time. . .

She sat up bolt upright, shielding her face from the brightness. She rubbed her eyes and blinked, forcing the room into focus.

Off-white walls, beige carpet and floor-to-ceiling windows were complemented by black lacquered furniture with bamboo inlay. She sat in a huge bed, covered in satiny taupe sheets and matching comforter.

This was not her apartment.

This bedroom was bigger than her apartment.

Where the hell was she?

She reached down to pull the comforter aside and noticed her clothing. Well, the clothes she was wearing, as they were definitely not hers. As far as she could tell, it was an oversized silk nightshirt. A quick peek underneath brought a huge sigh of relief. She still had on her underwear and bra from the day before.

Panic started to set in. There was no clock, so she had no idea what time it was. She was in a strange place, wearing strange clothes, in a strange bed. How did she get here? Was she really that sound of a sleeper? She felt around her head for bumps and checked her arms and legs for punctures. Nothing.

Determined to find some answers, Tsukushi jumped out of the huge bed. She almost dropped to the floor as pain shot up from her tired feet. Especially long days on her feet without a break were starting to take their toll. She’d been too tired to soak them yesterday, which helped stave away the worst of the morning pains.

Gritting her teeth, she steadied herself on the bed and limped towards the door. A few items on the dresser caught her eye.

Her brush, picture of her family, and the Saturn necklace that Tsukasa gave her were all sitting on the smooth surface. How did . . .

She pulled open one of the drawers, and found her meager collection of shirts and undergarments. Another drawer yielded pants and skirts. The rest were empty.

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Tsukushi moved to what she assumed was a closet, and yanked it open. The rest of her clothing, a few shoes, and the remainder of her worldly possessions were dwarfed by the enormous walk-in closet. She leaned against the door trying to make sense of everything.

The sound of her ringing cell phone broke her out of her thoughts. She followed the noise, still a little clumsy, and found her purse tucked in the bed stand. Yanking out the irritating object, she flipped it open.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

Tsukasa. A flash of relief went through her.

“Tsukasa, thank god,” she whispered. “I went to bed at my apartment last night and woke up in a strange place. I don’t know where I am, but all my things are here. I don’t know what’s going on!” She couldn’t control the fear that entered her voice.

“I know.”

She blinked.

“You know what?”

“What’s going on.”

“What? How?” God, she needed coffee to think straight this early, and he wasn’t helping. She heard a dramatic sigh on the other end of the line.

“Because I arranged it.” He sounded like he was talking to a three year old.

“You what?!” Tsukushi screeched.

“You heard me. I had you and your things moved.” He made it sound like a routine transaction, moving a person in their sleep. An awful thought crept into her mind.

“Tsukasa, what time is it?”

He chuckled.

“Past noon. From the reports, I figured you’d sleep in.”

Tsukushi panicked.

“Noon?! Shit! I’m late for work!” She started towards the closet.

“No, you’re not.”

“What? Of course I am, I work at the college at ten.”

“Not anymore.” Irritation laced through his voice.

“W-hat?”

“You no longer work there. Or at that crappy restaurant.”

She stood, shocked.

“But. . . my tuition. . .”

He snorted derisively.

“You think I can’t handle that piddling amount?”

The fury Makino was famous for reared up in her like a beast.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?! You can’t just change my life for me overnight! I need to pay my tuition, and my bills, and make it on my own until you get back. Why would you do this?”

“Because I keep my promises you idiot!” he hollered back.

“What promise? The only promise I remember is you saying you’d come for me in four years! You can’t just meddle long distance. I don’t see you here, do I!”

There was a moment of tense silence.

“Give me an hour.”

The line went dead.

Tsukushi looked furiously at the phone in her hand. Damn him! Who did he think he was!

“Give him an hour,” she muttered, “I’ll give him . . .”

His words hit her like a tidal wave, washing everything away. She sunk to the floor.

She would see him in an hour.

He was back.

He was back?!

Tsukushi flipped open her phone again and selected Rui’s number. She fiddled nervously with the hem of the nightshirt as the line rang. On the fifth ring, it picked up.

“Makino?” Tsukushi sighed in relief as his laid back tone washed over her. He had a way of calming her down.

“Rui, is Tsukasa back in town?”

There was a slight pause.

“Well. . .I-”

“Rui, I woke up in a strange fancy bedroom with all my stuff. Is he back?”

She heard a light groan.

“That idiot.”

“I take that as a yes.”

He sighed.

“Makino, he just got back two days ago, and I only got one call. He said he’d call in a few days to get together after taking care of some things. That’s all I know.”

Tsukushi was quiet for a moment. He was really back.

“Makino?”

“I’m here.”

“He really missed you.”

She smiled.

“I know.” She grabbed a strand of hair, wincing a little at how greasy it felt.

She only had an hour.

“Crap, I have to go. He’ll be here soon, and I smell like sushi.”

His soft chuckle soothed over her frayed nerves.

“Good luck Tsukushi.”

“Thanks Rui.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The rest of the apartment was nice, but plain. Nondescript black and white furniture filled the open living/dining area, and the kitchen was full of stainless steel and black stone. Two additional rooms and a powder room were empty. The large bathroom attached to the bedroom she woke in was mostly silver and white, but sumptuous nonetheless. The spectacular view out of the floor-to-ceiling windows placed her somewhere near the heart of downtown.

Tsukushi’s emotions vacillated wildly between anticipation and anger. Conflicting feelings swirled within her as she hastily got ready. At least all her clothes had been cleaned. She settled for a nice dress that she wore to her office job, adding a cardigan for comfort. As she braided her long-again damp hair, she continued to argue with herself.

“Damn Tsukasa, making these decisions by himself. These BIG decisions.”

‘But he’s back.’

“Moving me while asleep, having someone undress me.”

‘But he’s back.’

“Quitting my jobs, paying for my tuition, all without asking me.”

‘All to support you. To keep his promise. Because he’s BACK’

Tsukushi flipped the braid over her shoulder and stalked into the living room.

“But he just . . . dammit!”

There was nothing worse than arguing with herself. And losing.

He should get here already so she could argue with him.

She flopped down on the couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table and looking sullenly around the expensive apartment. White and black everywhere, and really light on furniture. It didn’t look like Tsukasa at all. It was so . . . plain. Like a canvas, just waiting for an artist.

Why would he bring her here instead of the mansion? A new thought started to form in the back of her head, something that began to unravel the edge of her fury.

The sound of keys in the front door stopped her thoughts, and her heart. Her breath caught. She rose to her feet.

The door opened, and he walked in. She barely recognized him, struck dumb by this tall, confident man in an impeccable suit. He had that quiet, centered look that she saw forming in him as he took on the mantle of his family obligations, undoubtedly refined by four years of running the Domyoji empire.

Tsukasa toed off his shoes and walked over towards Tsukushi. The familiar lines of his face and still unruly hair came closer as he advanced. Finally, he towered over her frozen form.

His maddeningly familiar arrogant smirk appeared across his handsome face.

"So, do you like it?" he said, gesturing around the apartment.

Something inside her snapped. Tsukushi scowled, clenched her fists, and punched him in the face. Tsukasa reeled backwards into a plush chair. Anger and surprise flashed across his face as his hand flew to his injured cheek.

"What the hell-"

"Do I like it?! I wake up alone in a strange apartment, in different clothes, with no idea what is happening, and you want to know if I like it?"

"But-”

“But nothing! How dare you rearrange my life! Make these huge decisions without asking me!”

He looked like he was going to say something, but she plowed on.

“I’m working my butt off to make a living, get an education and survive without you here, and you just waltz in and change things. I wake up, and I don’t know where I am, and I’m scared,” her voice broke just a little, but she continued.

“And the only reason I can put up with the hellish hours and aches and lack of sleep is because I get your letters and that sustains me until the next one. Almost four years of living two weeks at a time.” She started to sniffle, blinking back tears. “But your letter was late, and I needed to hear from you, and then I wake up in this horrible, plain apartment alone. . .”

His warm, strong arms surrounded her and pulled her down onto his lap. She lost it then, crying all the loneliness into his chest.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured gruffly while rubbing her back. “I don’t know what to do when you cry.”

After a while her tears slowly turned into hiccoughing sighs, and she wiped her face on the sleeve of her sweater. She couldn’t look at him just yet, so sat quietly in his embrace, worrying the edge of her cuff. A long silence was finally punctuated by his deep sigh.

“It’s plain on purpose.”

Her brain took a moment to puzzle his words.

“Huh?”

He lifted her chin to look at him, hard face softened a bit by something deep in his eyes.

“It’s plain so we can make it ours together.”

Tsukushi saw the hopeful sincerity in his expression. Her heart swelled, and tears leaked out again. She almost laughed at the irritated concern that crossed his face.

“Oi, what’s wrong now?”

She laughed, the sound bubbling up through her teary voice.

“Nothing,” she responded. “I’m just happy this isn’t your idea of decorating.”

Tsukasa scowled again, but only for a moment as his arms tightened around her.

“I missed you,” he said quietly, almost too low to hear.

“Me too,” she responded just as low.

He cupped her face with a large hand, thumb stroking away the last of the wetness from her cheek. Tsukushi’s heart began beating faster as his head lowered towards hers. She froze just for a moment when his lips pressed against hers, but responded shyly when his tongue darted between her lips.

For the first several moments, their lips and tongues met in gentle, testing strokes, reacquainting themselves with long-missed textures and tastes. But soon their kiss became more fervent, heated, filled with all the longing that absence brings. Tsukasa turned her head, deepening the kiss until she was all but consumed by his attentions. A long moan from her lips finally broke them apart, both panting as they stared into each other’s eyes.

Tsukushi gasped as he suddenly stood, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.

“You’re too light,” he muttered. “Damn pictures didn’t show how thin you are.”

She chose to ignore that comment, too intent on drinking in the feel of being close to him. He walked with long strides to the bedroom, closing the door behind them with one foot. A few more steps brought them to the bed, where he laid her down carefully.

His lips consumed hers again as he knelt over her on the bed. Tsukushi was overwhelmed by his intoxicating closeness, giving herself fully to his passionate plundering of her mouth. Her hands sought purchase somewhere, settling for his jacket-covered shoulders. At her touch, he shrugged out of the garment, impatiently tossing it aside. She almost drew back at the heat of his body, more evident through his dress shirt.

Tsukasa’s hands moved from her face to her shoulders, pulling the light sweater off her and tossing it to join is jacket on the floor. She shivered as his warm hands ran down her bare arms. Slowly, one hand slipped behind her and began pulling on the zipper to her dress.

A streak of panic lanced through Tsukushi. Things were going too fast. She felt completely washed away by her emotions, and had to regain foothold. Putting two hands on his chest, she pulled her lips from his.

“Wait,” she panted, head spinning.

His lips went to her neck, sucking and licking at the skin there. Her zipper lowered another inch.

“Wait, we can’t do this,” she said louder, giving him a shove. He pulled back a little, eyes dark and intense with passion.

“Why not?” he practically growled, breathing deeply.

Tsukushi’s mind whirled. She struggled to put her thoughts together, settling for the first thing that came to her.

“My feet hurt.”

He blinked, looking at her in disbelief.

“You’re kidding.”

She blushed, sure her face was deep red.

“No. My feet are killing me.”

Tsukasa looked as if he was going to protest, but closed his mouth and gave her a probing look. It looked like he was scrutinizing a competitor. She blushed deeper, looking away. He put a hand under her chin and turned her towards him. His gaze was softer now, looking like he’d found some answer.

“Your feet hurt?” he said, free hand caressing her shoulder.

Tsukushi nodded, unable to suppress the shudder at his touch on her bare skin.

“Hmm.”

He moved back, sliding his fingers down her arm and continuing his touch along the top of her leg. She drew her knee up a little in response, her breath catching when his large hands picked up one foot. He made as if to examine the underside, eyes mischievous as he ran one finger up the sole. She shrieked and squirmed a little, but his hold on her ankle was solid.

“Tsukasa!” she said, holding back a laugh.

Her mirth turned into a groan as he planted both thumbs into her instep and began rubbing in slow, firm circles. She leaned back against the pillows, eyes drifting shut as his strong hands massaged the tired tendons in her instep. After a while, his thumbs moved up to work out the strain in the ball of her foot and pads of her toes. His other hand shifted down to rub her heel at the same time.

As he moved to the second foot, carefully placing the other on his strong thigh, she idly wondered where he learned to give a foot rub.

She opened her eyes as he placed both feet on the bed. His wonderful hands moved up to gently rub both ankles, his dark eyes locking with hers. She shuddered at the sensation of his touches and the passion and love in his gaze.

“Does it hurt here?” he said lowly, thumbs tracing soothing patterns on her skin. She nodded, not wanting the sensations to stop. Little zings of pleasure lanced up her heating body as he rubbed, continuing upwards.

“Here?” Tsukasa said again, drawing her knees up so he could stroke her calves. Tsukushi bit her lip and nodded, his strong caresses becoming lighter, more sensuous with each movement up her body. She shifted upwards, leaning back on her hands as he attended to her.

With firm but gentle pressure, he ran his hands up the outside of her thighs, thumbs pressing into the knotted muscles there. A breathy moan escaped her lips as he skirted lightly up her hips and placed his hands on her lower back, kneeling carefully between her legs. His eyes held hers like a snare as he began massaging her back, fingers dancing slowly just above her tailbone.

“Here?” He didn’t wait for a response as he continued to caress up her back with his strong hands.

Tsukushi was getting hot, almost fevered. Every rub, every touch of his made her warmer and drew her closer to him. She couldn’t deny how much she needed him.

“Tsukasa,” she breathed.

When his hands soothed up to her shoulders and pulled her within inches of him, she closed the distance with her lips. He eagerly responded, arms shifting from caress to embrace, pressing her body to his. After a kiss that left her hotter and wanting, he pulled his lips from hers, kissing along her jaw and biting the shell of her ear.

“Are you sure?” he breathed.

“Yes,” she said. “Please.”

This time when his hand pulled down the zipper of her dress, she arched into him, pulling at his tie and throwing it to the floor. His fingers drew trails of fire where they touched her bare skin. Her fingers clumsily worked the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down her neck and onto her shoulder, pulling the dress down as he went.

Their bodies parted for just a moment, long enough for his shirt to hit the floor and her dress to drop to her waist. They both gasped at the electricity that sparked between them when they pressed together again.

Tsukasa’s mouth continued its descent. He unhooked her bra with a few muttered curses against her skin, gratefully divesting her of the restricting cloth. Tsukushi forgot to be embarrassed as he took one hard nipple into his mouth.

She was lost as his hand toyed with one breast and his mouth pleasured the other. The fevered touches sent spirals of heat to feed the burning, melting sensation between her legs. His skin felt so good under her hands, his hair soft and silky between her fingers. She brought her hands lower to rub along his chest, trailing down towards the waistband of his pants that she couldn’t quite reach. Her hands stroked restlessly along the planes of his chest.

After her fingers brushed one of his nipples, he groaned and pushed off her reluctantly. He made quick work of his pants and boxers, yanking off his socks as well. Tsukushi blushed as she took in all of him, including his very obvious erection.

“So do you like it?” Tsukasa said, smirking as he leaned towards her. She shyly reached out and stroked one hand up the velvet hardness.

“Yes,” she said, squeezing gently.

He groaned and nearly attacked her lips, kissing her as if he wanted to take her in completely. His large hands smoothed down her arms and hooked into her dress and pulled everything off. She shivered as his intense eyes raked over her entire body, heavy lidded at her gentle touches.

“Beautiful.”

Tsukasa returned to the bed, pulling her hand off him and kissing her palm. He murmured a quiet “my turn,” and drew one hand down to her melting core. Her breathing increased rapidly, his touches creating those delightful electric shocks that heated her further.

His eyes pinned her in place as he inserted one finger inside her heat. Tsukushi gasped and whined softly. It felt beyond good. She clutched at his shoulders, eyes still locked with his as he began to stroke. One finger became two, dancing inside her, sometimes coming out to tease her folds.

She came quickly when his thumb brushed the tiny nub hidden in her folds. Her fingernails dug into his arms as she arched into his touch, fingers still plunging and pulling within her. She rode out the wave of pleasure in the circle of his arms, pressing herself to him to feel as much as possible.

Finally collapsing to the bed, she watched him with hooded eyes as he positioned himself over her. He kissed her deeply, pulled away slightly and paused, question in his eyes. She nodded, and he pressed into her.

Tsukasa groaned lowly as he entered her tight heat. Tsukushi felt his breathing increase, hot against her neck. God, he was huge. She felt incredibly stretched. His lips found hers, and he thrust upwards, breaking past her barrier.

She cried out just a little into his lips, a couple of tears leaking out. The desire to be with him overrode the pain, and after a moment she rolled her hips into his, urging him to continue. After several strokes, the fire that had barely subsided after her climax at his hands returned, burning hotter with each stroke of him inside.

Tsukasa was panting now, arms hooked under her shoulders to pull her closer as he thrust into her. His lips found her shoulder and bit down lightly. She saw stars as the heat inside her exploded, increasing impossibly as he came suddenly with a surprised grunt. His hips jerked into hers as she rode the crest of pleasure, slowing down as she came back to earth.

He pulled out slowly and collapsed next to her, drawing her into his embrace. Tsukushi floated in his arms for what seemed like forever, curling closer when he pulled part of the comforter over their cooling bodies.

“I love you,” she murmured softly.

“I love you,” he replied, kissing her forehead.

She drifted for a few more moments, feeling tiredness sweep through her.

“Tsukasa, I’m so happy you’re back.”

He held her more closely.

“I keep my promises,” he said quietly. “All of them.”
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