pederasty

Part Seven

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Hiroaki excitedly entered a restaurant. She wore a white-and-black striped body-hugging mini-skirt. In all her life, she only wore a dress during her first five years. So she was a little uneasy wearing a dress and a pair of high heels. She had received catcalls from variouss ofs of the dreaded male species, but she ignored them all for the sake of impressing Kenji Fujima.

Kenji Fujima was the one guy that truly captured the heart of the world’s most picky woman. He had been a basketball player in high school with Hiroaki as manageress. Most of the team members didn’t know that their manager was a girl, only the coach, team captain and Kenji knew of the truth. Kenji was nice to her even though she was fooling his friends. He showed compassion and understanding to the sexually-confused Hiroaki. There were incidents in which Kenji covered her up whenever she nearly got caught in her cross-dressing. Those incidents earned Kenji the permanent position in Hiroaki’s heart.

Hiroaki entered college with a lot of trepidation. She wanted to join the basketball team but fearing that she would get caught this time. She was sulking in one of the school benches when a loud redhead could be heard arguing with a huge gorilla. They were both talking about what to name an upcoming baby; obviously by the redhead by the way he talked heatedly at each chosen name. She recognized them as players of the Kanagawa University Basketball Varsity team. She butted in their argument, much to the Hanamichi’s chagrin, because she sided with Takenori’s. She would have asked for their favor to help her enter the team but a raven-haired guy came into the scene, screaming that a certain Haruko was sent to the hospital. The two larger guys panicked and she was ordered to drive them to the Kanagawa General Hospital for both were too shaken to drive safely.

That very day, Hiroaki was hooked with the crazy group of friends. She met Usagi and voted for the name. She thought that it was cute.

After the child’s birth, Hanamichi instantly recognized her as a girl not as a boy. She was surprised but told the truth anyway; she then asked for their help in entering the basketball team. Takenori was the vice-captain so Hanamichi and Youhei bugged him until the poor guy had tree.ree. Hiroaki joined the team a day later, but left a few months after. Her parents ordered her to quit the team due to her failing grades; she couldn’t juggle her studies and her responsibility to the team very well.

Kenji was also a member of the team, and now the current captain. He had left for Okinawa a month ago for a yearly visit to his parents. He told Hiroaki of his plans, and the girl thought that he was hinting that she wait for him.

So, Hiroaki waited impatiently for the day that Kenji would arrive at Kanagawa again and finally propose to her.

Hiroaki looked around the restaurant, and smiled when she spotted Kenji waving at her. She walked like she’s in a catwalk and with a proud appeal. Everyone in the restaurant stared at the beautiful woman; men with lust and adoration, while women with envy and annoyance. But when she was in front of Kenji’s table, she slipped and fell headfirst. Faster than anyone could blink, Hiroaki stood up and smiled sheepishly at Kenji, who bolted out of his chair when Hiroaki fell.

“Are you okay?” Kenji asked with sincere concern.

Hiroaki giggled nervously. “Of course, I’m fine.” She mentally checked her ankle, and sighed inwardly with relief to find it working just fine.

Kenji smiled. Hiroaki felt the sudden lack of air.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” Kenji pulled out a chair and helped Hiroaki like a true gentleman.

Hiroaki smiled gratefully at Kenji. She was surprised to see a girl in the seat across from her when she turned away from Kenji. She frowned slightly in puzzlement. The girl wore huge glasses, and reminded Hiroaki of what Kiminobu would look if he were a girl. Mousy was the term Hiroaki could describe the girl.

Kenji sat beside the girl, and took her hand. He smiled at the wide-eyed Hiroaki. “Hiro-chan,” he began. “I want you to meet Tierra Hanagata. Tierra, this is Hikaru Koshino but she like to be called Hiroaki. She’s the one I told you about.” The way the two looked at each other and the way they touched spoke volumes on their relationship.

Hiroaki felt the world zoomed in on her.

Tierra smiled timidly at Hiroaki. “Kenji told me so many things about you. I find most of them unbelievable.”

Hiroaki couldn’t help smiling back at her. She reminded Hiroaki again of Kiminobu, timid and friendly.

“Hello!” Hiroaki reached out her hand belatedly and shook Tierra’s right hand. “I’m please to meet you.” She honestly was. Guess she wasn’t really in love. “Are you engaged?”

“Yes,” Kenji boasted. He took Tierra’s left hand and showed Hiroaki a diamond studded engagement ring.

Hiroaki’s shone brightly. She opened her mouth to congratulate the two but a large body suddenly materialized in the seat beside Hiroaki and nuzzled at the girl’s ear.

“There you are!” a friendly voice boomed close to Hiroaki’s ear.

The couple stared at Hiroaki and the newcomer in shock.

Hiroaki turned her head slowly, and silently praying the newcomer wasn’t who she thinks it was. She transformed into a marble statue when she saw Akira.

Akira smiled captivatingly before he kissed Hiroaki on the lips then turned to the engaged couple. “Hello! You must be Kenji Fujima.” He reached out his hand, which Kenji took absentmindedly. “My baby here told me that she’s going to meet you today. I told her that I couldn’t go for I have a meeting today. But the meeting ended faster that I thought, so here I am. Sorry if I just barged in.” He smiled charmingly at Tierra.

Tierra blushed.

Kenji laughed. “I never thought the day would come that Hiroaki would choose a man to have a relationship with. I thought you’re gay, Hiro-chan.”

Hiroaki was still looking at Akira and didn’t hear Kenji. She was still very pale.

Akira chuckled then hugged Hiroaki closer. “Ahh I seemed to surprise you today, ne baby?”

Hiroaki recovered slowly and croaked, “Surprise me?”

Akira smiled broadly at her. He turned away from her and introduced himself. “By the way, I’m Akira Sendoh.”

Tierra gasped, while Kenji’s eyes widened.

“Oh my,” Tierra whispered. “Akira Sendoh.”

Kenji nervously took a sip from his wine glass. “I didn’t know that you know the Sendohs, Hiro-chan,” he said accusingly.

Hiroaki looked away from Akira and turned guilty eyes to Kenji. She knew that Kenji’s family business had gone bankrupt when they were in high school due to the Sendoh Enterprise’s sudden buying of other smaller companies, leaving the Fujimas in near poverty. It was only because of Kenji’s abilities in basketball that he managed to enter college.

Akira looked at Kenji then to Hiroaki. He remembered the name Fujima so he could easy decipher what Hiroaki was so guilty about.

“We just recently met,” Hiroaki desperately explained to Kenji. She didn’t want to lose her friend. She giggled nervously. “It was just…you know…just…”

“Love at first sight?” Tierra supplied for Hiroaki. She smiled reassuringly at her new friend when she saw how nervous Hiroaki was.

Hiroaki felt like choking. She nodded in agreement when she felt Akira’s arms tightened on her waist as silent warning. She silently cursed Akira when the man chuckled with satisfaction.

“Yes, love at first sight.” He nuzzled at Hiroaki’s ear again.

Tierra smiled in understanding. She looked at Kenji then back to Akira. “It’s the same for me and Kenji here.”

Hiroaki snapped out of her trance. She suspected that the world was working against her. She suddenly gained a boyfriend out of the pervert, for God’s sake! Fury made a slow boil inside that it drowned out the sound of a cell phone’s ring.

“I think that that’s your phone,” Kenji informed the silently fuming Hiroaki softly.

“Oh!” Hiroaki blinked before she took out her phone.

“Hello!” Youhei’s familiar voice came from the phone.

“Hello, Youhei!” Hiroaki smiled at Tierra.

“I’m sorry if I interrupt anything, but I wanted to know where you put the strainer.” Hiroaki could hear Youhei walked around the kitchen.

“MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED?!” Hiroaki faked a worried tone.

Youhei frowned on the phone. “Nothing happened, Hiro-kun. I’m just looking for the strainer coz I’m cooking spaghetti tonight.”

“OH NO! HOW’S USAGI?! SHE DIDN’T CUT OFF HER FINGERS, DID SHE?”

“Of course not!”

Hiroaki gasped in fake worry. “Tell Hanamichi that I’m coming home.” She hanged up before Youhei could ask why. She smiled apologetically at Kenji and Tierra as she stood up.

“I’m so sorry, but I got to go now. Usagi is asking for me. She seemed to have hurt herself.” She left the table faster than a roadrunner, dragging behind her was her supposed boyfriend.

The couple could only stare after them in silence.

***

“So that’s Kenji,” Akira said as he maneuvered his car. “He wasn’t that good looking. And I’m taller than he is.”

“So? At least I won’t get cramps in the neck if I kissed him,” Hiroaki retorted with a snarl. “And, for your informat I f I find him better looking than you are.”

Akira chuckled. “Baby,” he crooned. “When we kiss, I don’t think you’ll be thinking about cramps.”

Hiroaki threw her bag at Akira, making him laughed harder.

Hiroaki decided to ignore the pervert. She looked at the passing scenery in bored expression. She straightened when she noticed that they were passing a huge expansion of beach.

“Where are you taking me?” Hii asi asked in apprehension. She had a nagging feeling that they were not taking a simple ride.

Akira looked serious now. He calmly opened the car window on his side and threw away Hiroaki’s cell phone.

“Hey!” Hiroaki cried helpless as her phone crashed in the pavement, and then a car smashed it to smaller pieces. She glared at Akira. “What the hell are you planning, mister?”

Akira shrugged. He continued to drive silently.

Hiroaki might not sense people’s feelings like Usagi but she could see a serious situation clearly enough. She turned to her door and looked around it for the opening.

“The door’s automatic, Hiro-kun,” Akira said, his voice resembling that of Kaede’s in coldness. Hiroaki shivered in fear at the cold tone. “You get out when I want you out.”

“You bastard! Are you planning to rape me?” Hiroaki shifted as far away from Akira as possible in the cramped car space. She tried banging the window.

“Won’t work, Hiro-kun,” Akira said softly. “The windows were built to withstand a bullet at close range.”

Hiroaki stopped her futile attempt of breaking the window. She suddenly twisted to strike Akira but the man easily blocked the attacks. She wasn’t deterred though. She kept attacking, but Akira seemed to know how to protect himself.

Hiroaki panted as she glared at Akira.

Akira glanced at her briefly. “I once joined a training for the American Seals along with Kaede and Hisashi during my teenage days. And it was my family’s tradition that each member of the family knew how to defend and attack.”

“How convenient,” Hiroaki growled angrily. Her eyes flashed murder and dismemberment for Akira. “I’ll fight you in every step, pervert.”

Akira’s lip quirked upward in its usual grin. “We’ll see.”

“Bastard.”

~~~~

Akira parked the car in a wide beach. Hiroaki was awestruck at the beauty of it.

“Kaede owns this beach, but I asked to it use for a week,” Akira said as he turned off the engine. “Like it?”

“Hmp!” Hiroaki ignored Akira. She raged inside in frustration. She tried to attack Akira again in the car however Akira just calmly dodged or blocked the attacks. She hated to admit it, but Akira’s stronger than she is. And she’s already beginning to tire.

“You may get my body, but you’ll never have my heart.”

“Who said I want your heart?”

Hiroaki felt dreadful. “I’ll make sure you won’t enjoy tonight,” she vowed.

Akira flashed Hiroaki his usual sunny smile. “We’ll see, Hiro-kun. We’ll see.” He opened his car door, and walked around the front of the car to Hiroaki’s side.

Hiroaki thought that it was her moment to get away. She moved to the driver seat but cursed vehemently when she found out that it had no keys. She pressed herself to the driver’s door when the passenger door opened.

“This car is made exclusively for me,” Akira said as he sat in the passenger side. He looked at the glaring Hiroaki calmly. “Fighting the inevitable would only prolong it. Why don’t we settle this like two sexually healthy adults?”

“Bastard,” Hiroaki murmured heatedly.

“You’re stubborn,” Akira sighed. He got out of the car again. He walked towards a beautiful beach house that seemed to float in air. Hiroaki had to blink and squint to see the support panels.

“Beautiful,” Hiroaki uttered inaudibly. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She frowned as the minutes ticked away and the pervert still hadn’t come back. Her back was now soaked with sweat. The car’s air-conditioning unit was not working. She glanced at the beach house. She calculated that it was far enough; she could run back into the car if Akira decided to come out.

Hiroaki cautiously crawled out of the car. She stood ode tde the car with door still open. She looked around suspiciously. She sighed in relief when she couldn’t spot anything threatening. She moved away from the car in light steps. She sighed happily when the cool breeze soothed her heated body.

Hiroaki remained in the beach all afternoon, refusing to go to the beach house even though her stomach demanded to be fed.

Darkness fell to the secluded seashore. Hiroaki began to feel the chilling of the wind. She rubbed her hands to her arms in a vain attempt to warm herself up. She had just recently discovered that she was locked outside the car. She glanced at the inviting beach house again; she had been doing so for the past hour. She knew that she’d get a cold the next day if she remained on the beach.

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“The dinner is on the table,” Akira informed Hiroaki. He didn’t even look up when the silent girl entered.

Hiroaki glared at the man sitting on the sofa. She ignored him when her stomach growled in hunger. She walked towards the table and devoured the food as fast as she could without choking.

“If you hadn’t been so stubborn,” Akira reprimanded. “You would have had you’re dinner earlier.”

Hiroaki chewed at her food angrily, her ears clamped to her head to blocked out Akira’s annoying voice.

Akira glanced up, and studied Hiroaki’s back. He smiled when he noticed bits of sands clinging to the soft flesh. He turned away again as Hiroaki finished her dinner with a long swig from a wine bottle.

“The bath is on the first door to the left,” he said when Hiroaki stood up.

Hiroaki angrily stalked towards the appointed room. Without closing the door, she stripped off her clothes and waddled in the bathtub stark naked. She breathed hard to keep from screaming in frustration. In her anger, she didn’t take notice of the bath’s interiors. The bath tub was situated in the center of the spacious room with very few added furnishings.

She knew that Akira was playing a cat-and-mouse game with her. He knew that she’ll get locked out from the car, and be forced to go to the beach house. She inwardly boiled in anger, marinated in defeat, and salted with excitement.

“Shit!” Hiroaki cursed under her breath. She hated to admit it but she was really excited of what the night or Akira had to offer. Her face flushed and she cursed again when she heard a soft chuckle. “If you want to fuck me, why don’t you just enter and do so? I want to go home, you know.”

“Hiro! Hiro!” Akira said in faked disbelief. He was leaning on the bathroom’s doorframe. “Don’t be so impatient, will you? We have all week.”

“Excuse me?” Hiroaki asked in suppressed anger. She gripped the bath’s edges unconsciously. She wasn’t looking at Akira but the bath’s faucet. The warm water and the sexual tension on the room were making her skin turned rosy pink.

Akira shrugged. “I don’t force anyone to be my lover.” He looked down at the furious brunette. He licked his lips as his eyes traveled to Hiroaki’s face and lower. He straightened away form the doorframe and walked towards Hiroaki.

Hiroaki looked up and narrowed her eyes as warning when she felt Akira move.

Akira just smiled at the girl. He reached the bathtub and calmly took the soap off its resting place. He stepped his right leg to the opposite side of the tub and carefully sat on the tub’s edge, near Hiroaki’s head.

Hiroaki shifted away from Akira unconsciously to give him more room. She turned her head away as she felt Akira calmly soaped her back. She hissed in pain when tender skin was stung by the soap.

Akira massaged Hiroaki’s back in soothing motions. His eyes were hooded with stifled passion. He lowered his head and placed a gentle kin thn the brunette’s hair as he let his hands roamed forward. He wisely returned the soap in its resting place.

Hiroaki gasped as she was sinfully caressed with knowing hands. She read books about sex and all, but she never thought that she’d ever experience it. As pleasure assaulted her in experienced body, she could only hang her head back and spread her legs as the hands moved lower. She moaned as her body eagerly waited for a little more.

Akira grinned. ‘Gotcha,’ he thought in triumph. He slightly withdrawn, but it was enough for Hiroaki to grasp his arms in a silent plea not to leave her on the edge.

“Hiro?” Akira inquired softly. He moved forward again and placed his hands on the girl’s inner thigh.

Hiroaki’s answer was another gasp and moan.

Akira grinned again. He nibbled on Hiroaki’s left ear as he explored the sensitive body meticulously. His left hand parted Hiroaki’s lower lips and the right hand moved to her small breast.

Hiroaki gripped Akira’s arms as she wantonly let him have his way with her body. She closed her eyes when a finger made its way in her body. Her body quivered and clamped at the invading foreigner.

Akira shifted a little to ravish the parted lips. He deepened the kiss when Hiroaki squirmed. He cupped a small breast and rubbed the nipples between his fingers.

Hiroaki twisted her face forcibly away from Akira to get some much needed oxygen. Akira took the cue to begin licking her neck as his hands played havoc on the girl’s body.

“Stop,” she whispered with a moan. Though she said the word, her body was contradicting her plea.

Akira stopped for a second but resumed when Hiroaki moaned again. “Hiro?” he inquired softly as her nibbled at Hiroaki’s ear again. “Tell me what you want.”

“Go to hell,” Hiroaki retorted breathlessly. Akira’s invading fingers in and out, and she unconsciously moved with it in rhythm. Her hands tightened on Akira’s arms again as she felt a thumb rotating tenderly on her clitoris. “Please.”

“What do you want, Hiro?” Akira insisted. He was taking a hard time controlling his own wants. His pants tightened considerably when Hiroaki leaned on him.

Hiroaki refused to give Akira control. She’ll be damned if she’d give in without a fight. She was startled when the hand that mercilessly been rubbing her nipples suddenly moved to her chin then forced her face up towards Akira. She whimpered when Akira ravished her mouth carnally again.

Akira followed Hiroaki as she tried to twist away. He wanted the girl to surrender; and surrender she will. He moved his finger in and out of Hiroaki’s body in synch with his tongue in the girl’s mouth.

Hiroaki could only groan as she felt the full assault of Akira’s passion. She gasped when they partially parted to get some oxygen, and then Akira began their intimate dance again. She shuddered uncontrollably when she climax on the hand that she vowed she’ll never allow to touch her.

Akira stopped their kiss and stared at the flushed face of Hiroaki. He smiled tenderly as he caressed the hair away from her face. He then straightened his slumped form and stood up beside the bathtub. He carefully scooped up Hiroaki’s body, one arm under her legs then another in her back. He treaded his way into the bedroom and kissed Hiroaki deeply as he lowered her into the bed.

Hiroaki knew that there’s no turning back now. She lay in bed and watched with a flushed face as Akira hastily took off his clothes. She opened her arms without hesitation when Akira returned to her. She’ll probably regret this later, but for now, she’ll enjoy the moment that would fully transform her from a girl to a woman.

“You’re beautiful, Hiro,” Akira whispered.

“Call me Hikaru,” Hiroaki said.

“Hmm?”

“I wish you could go to hell.”

Akira chuckled. “I’m going to paradise, baby. And you’re coming with me.”

~~~~

Hanamichi laughed when he saw Kaede being covered with mud as the two kids were having a mud fight in the garden. The day had been uneventful for the two lovers, but the two kids were having quite a day. Usagi and Mamoru shopped with Hisoka and Mona to the delight of the two oldies. Hanamichi managed the daycare all by himself for Youhei had been ordered by Hiroaki not to leave Kiminobu with Hisashi alone in the house, while Kaede took the business responsibilities. Akira had informed him that he wouldn’t be going to work that day and Hisoka wanted to spend the day with his two grandchildren as he called the two tykes. Kaede hated the office work but bore it like a man.

“It’s not funny,” Kaede said coldly to Hanamichi as he parted the warring kids. He barely winced when another ball of mud landed on his cheek.

Hanamichi laughed again. “You look cute, fox,” he taunted.

Kaede narrowed his eyes at the redhead. An idea struck him, and before Hanamichi could evade, a mud ball flew to his face.

“Aak!” Hanamichi screamed. “You stupid fox!” Hanamichi retaliated and scooped a handful of mud then threw it at Kaede.

Kaede chuckled at the indignant yelp from the redhead. He threw another mud ball after Hanamichi’s ball landed on his chest. The redhead laughed as he kept throwing mud balls at the fox.

Mamoru and Usagi watched in the sideline as the two adults started a mud fight of their own.

“Should we join them?” Usagi asked the boy beside her.

“I don’t think you should. Those mud balls are bigger than you are,” Mamoru answered calmly.

Usagi puffed up. She pouted in annoyance but decided to ignore Mamoru instead. She felt the happiness from the two adults than saw it. She smiled as she heard Kaede laugh with Hanamichi.

“I haven’t heard Uncle laugh before,” Mamoru murmured.

Usagi answered with a shrug. She felt very happy for her Dadee and father.

Mamoru glanced at the girl beside him. He noted the blissful look and smiled as well. He looked back at the crazy adults then moved closer to Usagi.

Usagi felt the movement and glared at Mamoru.

Mamoru haughtily raised his chin in defiance at Usagi.

The little redhead puffed up again. With an angry shove, she managed to push Mamoru in a mud puddle.

Mamoru didn’t even cry in surprise. He took a handful of mud then threw it to the glaring redhead.

With a war cry, Usagi threw mud at Mamoru also.

“Dinner’s ready,” Youhei shouted at the four outside. He face-faulted when he saw his beloved garden being attacked by two redheads and a couple of raven-hairs. His precious lilacs were gone yesterday, but now even the roses were gone. He didn’t even look at Hisashi when he suddenly stood beside him.

“Wow! Mud fights!” Hisashi watched mud balls flew around the garden. His eyes widened when he heard a foreign sound. “My God! Kaede’s laughing!”

Youhei rolled his eyes.

Kiminobu materialized beside Youhei. He glanced at the four in the garden then chuckled.

“You better stop them now, You-chan. The two children might get a cold if they stayed wet outside,” Kiminobu told Youhei with a smile.

“Why me? Why don’t you do it?” Youhei retorted with scowl.

“I’m making a salad,” Kiminobu answered with a laugh. He then went into the kitchen to prepare the said salad.

Youhei sighed when he saw Hisashi sneak away from him and follow the doctor.

“Cowards,” Youhei muttered under his breath. He returned his gaze to the four happily-fighting-with-mud persons. He took a deep breath before yelling, “DINNER’S READY!”

The four immediately froze.

Youhei saw Hanamichi sheepishly grin at him. He sighed as he turned away. He grinned though when he was out of their sight.

‘Hanamichi is finally happy,’ Youhei thought. ‘I’m glad for you, Hanamichi.’

~~~~

Hanamichi held the water hose as the two kids stood under it. He laughed silently when Usagi glared at the stoic Mamoru. Kaede was standing beside them, and warned them to keep still or no dessert tonight. Mamoru would not mind not have desserts; he had no sweet tooth after all. But it was a different case with Usagi; Usagi loved desserts. So she remained silent even as Mamoru taunted her with his mere presence.

“Uncle Youhei will give you a bath now,” Hanamichi said as he turned off the water. He watched the two kids scramble to the back door of the kitchen, and Youhei scooping them up with a large towel. He turned his eyes on Kaede when Kaede took the water hose from him.

“We have to clean up too if we want to eat tonight,” Kaede said then turned on the water. He carefully placed the flowing water over Hanamichi’s head and combed the mud away with his fingers.

Hanamichi smiled gratefully at Kaede before closing his eyes in bliss. He moaned when he felt the hand move lower to his chest. He instinctively moved closer to Kaede and allowed him to kiss him.

“I love you, fox,” Hanamichi murmured. He gasped when he felt the cold water being lowered to his body. His t-shirt was removed and Kaede followed the flowing water with kisses. Hanamichi took the hose from Kaede and washed the mud off the fox’s head and hair. He unbuttoned Kaede’s shirt but his hands were pushed aside.

Kaede took his shirt off by himself. He returned to kissing Hanamichi senseless again.

Hanamichi groaned when the contrasting temperature of the water and their bodies sent waves of sensation throughout his body.

“You know,” someone said loudly. “You ought to do that somewhere else. May I remind you that there are kids here, in case you forgot.”

Kaede parted from Hanamichi regretfully.

Hanamichi blushed from head to toe. His arousal was very obvious with his wet clothes.

“Hisashi,” Kaede snarled. “Didn’t you learn never to interrupt?” He was breathing heavily to control himself from jumping at the blushing redhead. He was silently damning Hisashi for interrupting.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, man,” Hisashi apologized half-heartedly. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “But I heard the kids just finished with their bath. I don’t think any of you would like to explain to them what you’re both doing out here.”

Kaede nodded in agreement. Okay, maybe he won’t trash Hisashi from interrupting, but it was still frustrating.

“The kids are finished with their bath, aren’t they?” Hanamichi asked Hisashi. He was gaining a little composure.

“Yeah,” Hisashi nodded.

Hanamichi turned to the frustrated Kaede. “Let’s go, fox.”

“Go where?” Kaede asked coldly. He watched with hooded eyes the redhead as he made his way in the house.

“Go take a bath,” Hanamichi said over his shoulders. He passed by Hisashi and cheekily smiled at him.

Hisashi grinned back.

Kaede stood rooted to the ground.

Hisashi turned back to Kaede. “What are you waiting for, man? Go get him.” He blinked when Kaede zoomed past him like lightning. “Damn!”

Kiminobu watched Kaede run out of the kitchen as he emerged from the fridge. “What happened?” he asked Hisashi.

“Nothing,” Hisashi shrugged. He studied Kiminobu like a predator. But the doctor was very oblivious to his attention. “I envy Kaede,” he sighed softly.

“Did you say anything, Mitsui-san?” Kiminobu asked, but didn’t look up from the salad he was busy tossing.

“Nothing,” Hisashi lied when Kiminobu regarded him with a puzzled look.

“Ah… Mitsui-san?”

“Yes?” Hisashi watched with fascination how Kiminobu blushed like a schoolboy. He had to bit the insides of his mouth to stop drooling.

“Do I…?” Kiminobu looked away with a red face. “Do I look like a kid to you?” He turned to look at Hisashi with doe-like eyes.

Hisashi’s tongue got stuck in his throat at the look of such innocent eyes. He stared, and then blushed like mad.

“What do you mean?” Hisashi croaked.

Kiminobu fidgeted and bit his lip.

Hisashi prayed that he wouldn’t nosebleed. He’s not a pervert, regardless of what Hiroaki thought of him. He’s not a pervert, okay?! ‘But… why does Kiminobu have to bite his lip like that?’ he wailed silently.

“When was the last time I got laid?” Hisashi thought out loud.

“I don’t know,” Kiminobu answered.

Hisashi blinked. He shrank in embarrassment for being heard by Kiminobu.

Kiminobu laughed good-naturedly.

Hisashi grinned at the wondrous sound. “You don’t look like a teenager to me, Min-kun. You look young, yes; but not a teena” *’” *’I’ll shoot myself if I think like that’*, he added mentally.

“Thank you, Mitsui-san.” Kiminobu turned to his heels and began walking of tof the kitchen.

“Please call me Hisashi.”

Kiminobu faced Hisashi again. He smiled then nodded. “Hisashi. Thank you, Hisashi.”

Hisashi watched Kiminobu’s back as he walked out of the kitchen. He sighed deeply as he cursed his overactive libido. Looks like a cold shower was at hand tonight.

“Damn! I’m too old for this,” Hisashi murmured under his breath.

~~~

Youhei sighed as he looked at his garden. It was ruined beyond repair this year. He’ll just have to replant the plants next spring.

The house was very quiet now. Everyone had retired to bed right after dinner. Only Youhei was awake and sitting on his lounge, sipping his lemonade. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t sleep. It was already past midnight.

A large shadow caught Youhei’s eyes. He straightened in defensive position.

“Who’s there?” Youhei calmly shouted in the dark night. “Come out or I swear I’ll shoot you with a gun.”

“You don’t have any guns,” the shadow replied.

Youhei froze as he recognized the voice. “Akagi-san?” His heartbeat increased a hundredth-fold.

Takenori walked in the light. “I was passing by the neighborhood. I saw you, and I decided to talk to you.”

Youhei nodded like an automaton. “I thought you’re in Hawaii.” He tried to control his breathing; he didn’t want to scare Takenori into leaving the country again.

“I missed my flight.” Takenori studied Youhei in his usual penetrating look.

Youhei could sense Takenori’s anger. “Why don’t you sit down? If you wanna talk.”

Takenori remained standing. “I won’t be staying long. I just want to tell you something.”

“What’s that?” Youhei swallowed painfully. He held his breath as he waited for the ax that would shatter him forever.

“I hate you for what you did.”

Youhei laughed maniacally. “Damn! I was thinking that you’re suing me for rape.”

“It’s not funny, Mito.”

Youhei sobered. “I feel like laughing though.”

“It was better then that you choose to be a babysitter than a psychologist. You’re much crazier than you’re patients.”

“I’m not sorry for what I did, Takenori.”

Takenori glared at Youhei. “Don’t you have any decency?”

“I do have one. No matter what you think.” Youhei stood up and walked towards Takenori. “You may hate me. But I love you.”

“You’re sick, Mito,” Takenori growled.

“Maybe.” Youhei shrugged. “After all, I did fall for you.”

Takenori narrowed his eyes dangerously at Youhei. “Good night, Mito.” He turned around and strode to the gate. Youhei moved fast to block his path. He loomed at the smaller man. “What do you want, Mito?”

“A good night kiss?” Youhei joked and partly hoped. He badly wanted to hug Takenori but didn’t dare.

“I’ve got a knuckle sandwich,” Takenori retorted.

Youhei chuckled. “No thanks. I still got leftovers from the last time.”

“Then don’t ask for it.” Takenori sidestepped Youhei to exit at the gate.

“Is there any chance that you’ll care for me too, Takenori?” Youhei asked brokenly.

Takenori paused in mid-step but continued walking. He didn’t look back at the defeated Youhei.

Youhei closed his eyes as he fought off the tears.

~~~

Sunlight streamed through the thin curtains and into Hiroaki’s closes eyelids. She groaned in annoyance. She reached out as if looking for something or, more like, someone.

Hiroaki rose from the bed when she couldn’t find Akira. She found him near the bathroom, only in his jeans. She seductively walked towards him and hugged him from behind.

“Going somewhere, Akira?” Hiroaki purred. She gasped in surprise when Akira pushed her away. “What the hell?”

“Get dressed, Hiro,” Akira ordered coldly. He took a shirt and put it on.

Hiroaki straightened angrily. “I thought we’re staying for a week.”

Akira glanced at her callously. “I’m staying here for a week. You’re not.”

“So it was just a one night stand?” Hiroaki felt used and vulnerable. She hated feeling that way. She blinked back the tears furiously. “What am I to you? A toy?”

Akira laughed.

Hiroaki tried to punch him but her fist met air. She cried in pain when her arm was pushed back and pressed to her hip.

“Will you listen to yourself, Hiro?” Akira sneered. “Are you the same woman who claimed to fight me every step of the way? Look at you now! You’re begging for my attention.”

Hiroaki twisted away from Akira, and delivered continuous attacks of flying kicks and deadly fists. But like yesterday’s attacks, Akira only dodged and blocked the attacks calmly. She stopped when she began to tire.

“Bastard,” Hiroaki cried in despair. Tears that she fought from flowing leaked out and she wiped them away angrily.

“You’re pathetic,” Akira said coldly. He studied the girl before him in cold indifference. “Do you honestly believe that I’ll take you seriously?”

Hiroaki never thought she’d give herself to such a monster. She tried to gain some composure, but tears just won’t stop flowing.

“God! I wish I never met you.”

Akira laughed cruelly. He sobered after a few minutes. “Get dressed, Hiro. I’ll be waiting in the car.”

Hiroaki sobbed as she watched Akira leave her in the beach house.

***

Yes, I made Toru Hanagata into a girl. Why? Because I just want to!

C&C are always welcome. Thank you for reading my fic/s.