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The Lightness of Being

(AU, oneshot) Part 1 of 3

Disclaimer: Not Yokio Kamio

Many thanks to my beta Chrasy who held my hands when I wanted nothing more than to tear apart this story.

This is a very OC story, more so than anything I’ve written before. I adore Tsukushi and Tsukasa they way Kamio-sensei originally wrote them, but this was begging to be written.  The title is from Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Very beautiful but torturous.

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“All I see is grass,” Tsukasa complained, adjusting his sunglasses to block the mischievous rays of light peeping over the black frames. “Are you sure this is the way to the sea?”

Next to him Rui gave a lethargic sigh. He had been trying very hard to take a nap but found that Tsukasa’s griping at close proximity was not conducive to sleep. “Mmm-hmm, these were the directions I got from the lawyer.”

“So this was what, your grandfather’s getaway?”

“Yeah,” came the laconic reply, then silence.

Tsukasa snorted. Rui was doing what he did best, falling unconscious while leaving Tsukasa with the tedious responsibility of getting to this miserable speck of the country.

“I don’t know why I even agreed to this,” Tsukasa thought.

Rui had come to him early last week after having been visited by one of the Hanazawa family attorneys. Apparently, his grandfather on his mother’s side had owned a vacation home in one of the more remote coastal areas of Japan, one that had been deeded to Rui’s mother who had promptly forgotten its existence moments after learning its location. “Too far away from shopping for me, darling,” was what Rui had learned from her and it had lain forsaken for many years, until recently, when a developer with an eye for the land found and contacted the attorney for any available owners. The attorney settled for Rui, having heard Hanazawa-san was in New York for the fall fashion season.

Curious about what his grandfather could have enjoyed in so remote an area, Rui had decided to visit it first hand and had asked Tsukasa to come.

“I must have been bored,” Tsukasa muttered under his breath. He could have been finishing up the Tata deal by now, calmly pocketing two billion yen at this very moment. Instead, here he was driving through isolated terrain several hours from Tokyo or even civilization. But the truth was that there were few things Rui asked from any of his friends and as such Tsukasa found he was unable to deny Rui’s request.

They continued on a brisk pace, the sleek black car briskly flying through the surrounding area, verdant with rolling green fields lying beneath a crystal blue sky. Following the painstakingly correct directions given by his GPS, Tsukasa noticed a turnoff sign for the seaside village which was the nearest port to the island.

He cuffed Rui, “Wake-up! We’re almost there.” Rui gave a sleepy yawn and stretched a little, in time to see most of the tiny village fly past the windows. As they approached the docks, more and more of the sea became visible, a deep navy blue against rocky, graphite shores. Seagulls flew haphazardly overhead, screaming at each other in violent cacophony, diving towards the white crests of the sea in selfish search for sustenance. Tsukasa pulled the shining black Mercedes up in an empty space alongside the docks. To the left of them stood a bunch of vendors selling wares while below them traversed about thirty feet of wooden docks where a few dinghies and dilapidated fishing vessels lay languishing.

Tsukasa wrinkled his nose, “If you want to turn back, I won’t laugh at you. This place smells like a dump.”

Rui shook his head, already opening his door. “That’s just the smell of the sea. Come on.” He began wandering towards the direction of the ships.

Tsukasa lingered to drop his Bluetooth from his ear into the car, but when he looked up Rui was nowhere to be seen. “Where did that baka wander off to?” he grumbled. He loped up to the entrances to the boating docks, ignoring the calls of the seller’s plying their goods, so intent on catching up with Rui that he did not see the tiny figure before him until it was under him. Literally.

Tsukasa and the boy both tumbled to the ground, the box the boy has been carrying falling with a noisy crash between them. Tsukasa picked his head up, a thunderous scowl written largely upon his face, staring at the crumpled figure next to him, arms cushioning the small head from the blow of their fall. Tentatively, the small head came up from the safety of its arms and peeked about. Spying his box tumbled down, the apples that had been inside now rolling about in the dirt, the boy’s chubby cheeks creased while liquid started gathering in his eyes.

“Hey you, stop that!” The boy, stunned by the loud shout next to his ear, froze before he could begin wailing.

“That’s better,” Tsukasa stood up and picked up the box. “Hurry up, these apples are just going to get dirty if you sit there.” The boy scrambled up and followed Tsukasa’s lead of gathering up the fallen apples.

Once they were all returned to their box, Tsukasa handed the box back to the boy. “Here,” Tsukasa said, tossing two bills at the boy and took two apples from the box.

The boy stared at the 1000 yen notes in his hand. “I don’t have the change for this, Sir.”

“First lesson in business kid, keep everything you get. I gave you that, I took what I wanted, you keep the rest. Got it?”

The boy nodded his head solemnly.

“Good. Now go do your job.”

“Yes, Sir!” exclaimed the boy, straightening his shoulders. Tsukasa gave a small grin, watching the boy run off in the opposite direction.

Rui looked behind him for Tsukasa, but after a fruitless search, he merely shrugged his shoulder and boarded the boat, idly wondering if Tsukasa had had to answer a business call. “If it won’t take long, let’s go and come back.” The other man nodded as he started up the outboard motor and within moments the boat launched from the dock.

Tsukasa strode up to the dock, but no Rui was in sight. “Shit,” he cursed, “where did he go?” He took out his cell phone but it had no signal. “Damn it!”

“Are you looking for your friend?” Tsukasa turned to see a girl next to him sitting on the wooden deck barrier. Arching a brow, he sneered down at her, knowing his glare was pure intimidation itself.

The girl merely smiled at him.

“She must be retarded,” he thought. “How did you know I was looking for my friend?”

“Oh, there are not too many new people that come here. I think he went to one of the islands in Kiyori Sound – I overhead him tell Chiaki-san before they left.” She paused to watch Tsukasa digest this, which, interpreting the alarming redness coming into his face was going down rather badly.

“I can take you there, but there’s some bumpy wind on the way. Can you handle it?”

Tsukasa looked above; a clear blue sky sparkled back down at him. He lifted a brow up at the girl.

She shrugged, “It’s a gift I have.”

He snorted at her comment. “Even if there was a whole typhoon headed here – which I don’t believe – I can handle worse.”

“Gosh, you sure talk a lot,” the girl commented, leaping lightly down from her perch onto the boardwalk.

A vein throbbed on Tsukasa’s forehead, as he watched her turn her laughing face away from him.

“But if you think you can deal,” the girl threw over her shoulder, a slim hand beckoning as she sauntered down the dock.

Tsukasa raised a brow, “Who did this girl think she was?” But he was forced to follow her if he wanted to find Rui. Cursing his friend, Tsukasa made his way to the skiff she was climbing into. The tiny skiff she was climbing into.

“What is this? A toy?” he complained, bracing his hand against the rail. With a lithe glide he swung himself aboard, landing directly before her.

She gazed straight up at him. “Brat,” she said and shifted away.

Tsukasa felt his temper rising. “Hey, who do you think I am?”  Who the hell did she think she was dealing with? He looked at her more closely, for once interested in the female before him. Dressed in a simple red and white checked blouse, canvas shorts and sandals, she appeared no more than an urchin from the back as she unfurled lines of rope off the mast. But as she turned, Tsukasa saw the shapely curves of her body, high round breasts, smooth waist atop slim, tapering legs. She was more than a head shorter than him and nowhere close to the sophistication that he expected in his women, but…

“But what? She’s nothing,” he rebuked himself for wasting even a moment thinking about this wench before him.

She muffed a laugh, pulling in the mooring line. With economical movements, she had them pushed off the dock and afloat, heading towards the dark splashes of land at the end of the horizon.

Seated at the stern, Tsukasa kept watch for some sign of where Rui could be. He felt something soft pressing against his back and, turning around, found the girl gently leaning against him, tying rope onto the mast. She felt his eyes on her and tilted her head back, smiling at him sunnily.

“My name is Tsukushi by the way.”

His eyebrow twitched again. “Either she’s retarded or…” unable to complete the thought.

“Tsukasa,” he said gruffly, turning back to watch their progress, ignoring the sensation as her soft body lifted off from his.

“Well, I would say it’s nice to meet you, but I don’t think you would care too much about that.” He whipped around to glower at her, but she merely gave him an innocent look.

“Do you know which island it is?”

“You mean there’s more than one?”

This time she openly laughed at him, tugging on the ropes and pulling the sail against the wind. As the breeze swept them along the glittering water, he caught himself watching the girl as she danced around the skiff, skillfully manipulating the gears and ropes. Her hair, sun-kissed a warm brown shade, flew as she bustled about, silky strands of cherry wood contrasting with her fair coloring which was a luminescent pearl tone, oddly preserved from the tanning effects of the light.

“Do you do this for a living?” Tsukasa was surprised to hear himself ask. He was never interested in others, and though for some bizarre reason he seemed absorbed by this girl, Doumyoujis never indulged in idle chat.

Or had not before.

The girl paused, “Yes, I ferry people, supplies and cargo around the harbor. Sometimes I harvest oysters, but not often.”

“It seems weird for someone your age to be stuck here doing things like that. You can’t be making much money,” he remarked arrogantly.

She stood before him, her hands in fists on her hips and tilted her head. “No, I don’t make too much money. But,” she said, spreading her arms open, “I’m out here all day and I make enough to keep me and my family going.” She gazed back at him, placing her hands on her hips, “You don’t need much when you have peace.”

Tsukasa stared after her as she stepped away to adjust some of the gears. “When have I ever experienced peace?” he thought bitterly. His mind wandered as they cut through the waves, rapidly traveling through the sparkling blue water. Within very little time, they reached the nearer island.

Tsukasa stood up, leaning forward in the stern to see if he could spot Rui. “Oh,” Tsukushi said ruefully, coming to stand next to him. “They’re not here.”

He turned to gaze at her, surprised to find her so close beside him. “What do you mean?”

She clasped his upper arm, lifting her own to point at the empty dock. “The boat would have been tied up there.” She gave him a crooked smile and squeezed his arm lightly. “We’ll keep trying.”

Taken aback, Tsukasa watched in silence as she scampered down to pull the sail out, turning them about. Unaccustomed to women casually touching him, he felt the warmth of her palm as if seared into his flesh.

He sprawled down onto the bench, not bothering to mask his steady scrutiny of this girl who seemed so unafraid of him. Sensing his eyes on her, Tsukushi looked up from fastening the sail line and winked at him. Unnerved, Tsukasa twisted away, but found his glance returning to her figure over and over as they glided along the waves. “There was something about her…” he thought in angry confusion, annoyed at himself for the way he kept thinking about her.

Over the next hour, they tried another island with no luck. The air around them grew damp as the humidity increased. “Whew,” Tsukushi breathed, when they left the second island, “it’s getting worse.”

Swiping at his brow, Tsukasa could only nod. “Where is this damn kid?” he muttered.

“Hey!”

Tsukasa turned his glare onto Tsukushi.

“Can you pull this line in?” she asked. Raising his brows at her request, he nevertheless crossed to where she stood and tugged on the line she pointed to.

“What was wrong with your hands?” he asked, turning to look at her, only to find her undoing the last three buttons of her blouse. He watched dry mouthed as she tied the ends of the blouse beneath her breasts, deepening her cleavage and leaving her figure before his eyes.

“Pull it in tighter.” Tsukasa looked up at her words, his eyes having become glued to her round breasts. Her hazel eyes shimmered with light. “You have to pull the line in tighter or we’ll slip,” she said, placing her hands on top of his and tugging gently.

Swallowing hard, he did as Tsukushi had instructed, his fingers caught between her smaller ones as they pulled the sail taut. He could feel the smooth glide of her fingers along his, could feel the satin of her hands as they worked together to put the boat back out. She lifted her hands off and as he tied the now taut line, he noticed his hands shaking and clenched them into tight fists.

“It’s because this is the first time I’m touching a commoner,” he told himself fiercely, ignoring the electric heat arcing in his belly. But even with this attempt at self-assurance, Tsukasa could not seem to move his eyes from her, even going so far as to answer her constant chattering something he would never have done before. His monosyllabic answers did nothing to discourage her questions and before long, he had discovered that he had divulged quite a bit of his life in Tokyo.

It was as they were nearing the third island that the sky around them changed, becoming charcoal with fierce looking clouds.

“I think it’s time we turned back,” she said.

“Why?”

“The wind might be too strong for us.”

“Nothing is too strong for me.”

As if waiting for his challenge, the strong wind which had been gliding them ever faster across the water, surged with maddening fury against the canvas. The line loosened from the angry wind, causing the sail to start flapping. Tsukasa jumped on the line, bringing it in.

Tsukushi began pulling on different gears, all the while gently instructing him on how to handle the sail. Tiny drops of water splattered across the deck of the skiff as the wind howled around them, tossing them against harsh waves. Tsukasa’s heart was racing as they crashed through the water towards the island before them. With a loud smack, they banged up against the dock extending from the rocky beach. Moving quickly, Tsukushi shored them up and dropped anchor, turning to Tsukasa when she was finished.

“Not bad,” she shouted, grinning at him.

Exhilarated with emotion, Tsukasa turned to her excited laughter, his eyes alight with pleasure. “Not bad? I was fantastic! When can we do that again?”

Her eyes crinkled at the expression on his face. “Whenever you want First Mate Tsukasa.”

“First Mate? It’s Captain, lady!”

She tugged the line from his hands, her hair whipping around him. “It’s Captain Tsukushi, not Captain Lady,” she giggled.

Tsukasa laughed, more amused than he could remember by the little sprite before him. He was still chuckling when she dropped the line, reached up and kissed him.

For one long moment, he stood unsure of what was happening.

Why is she kissing me?

Then with a deep groan, he surged against her, pulling her tightly against him. He had been tantalized by her for the last few hours, watching the strands of her smoky brown hair swaying, the pink lushness of her lips as they smiled at him more often than he had ever seen any woman do before.

Eager to savor her, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, his large hand wrapped around her head. As he ravaged her lips, the taste of her, sweet, spicy cinnamon exploded on his tongue and clouded his mind, causing his head to spin.

What the hell was he doing? He was losing his cool over some girl he didn’t even know! But even as thoughts of spurning her went through his head, he pulled her closer to him, crushing her satiny lips as his tongue drove into her mouth.

She gasped, allowing his bruising kiss, submissive to the ravaging of his tongue. Clutching tightly onto his shirt front, she arched herself against him, thrusting her breasts against his chest, tormenting him by their cushiony softness. Intoxicated by her, he kissed her harshly still, his tongue raping the inside of her mouth. Her fingers dug into his skin, causing his mind to lift slightly from the lust drowning him.

“Fuck!” he thought, “What the fuck am I doing?”

A part of Tsukasa was screaming about the craziness he was committing. He didn’t know who she was or what her motives were – but since he had followed her, he had been trapped. Since the beginning he had been fascinated by her, more than he had ever been of any other woman. Ever.  Who was he to deny himself temptation when thrown against him – since she wanted it, invited it, he would fuck her senseless.

“Mmm,” she mouthed, drawing her slim arms around his neck. Her fervor ignited his and he wrapped his hands around her bottom, lifting her up into his arms. She whimpered at the movement and he kissed her harder, needing to brand her softness.

She softly hummed against his mouth, her fingers skimming through the short hair on the back of his head. With a growl, he lowered her onto the floor of the deck, breaking away to look down at her. She was panting, her eyes glazed over with desire and he wanted to take her, hard and rough, to sink in the sin of her. Unable to help himself, he trapped her beneath him, his hands going to her blouse.

“Yes,” she whispered, her hands going around his neck, bringing him closer to her. Driven by the hazy, drugged look in her eyes, he popped open her blouse as she slipped her hand down his chest, his skin burning where she touched him.

“Oh my God,” he groaned, his hands drawn to the aching roundness of her breasts. She shivered with pleasure as his fingers found her erect nipples through the satin of her bra. She nibbled on one corner of his mouth, drawing his sweater off of him, her hands like butter across his burning hot skin.

Her breasts jiggled from the movement of the boat, her nipples hardened and thrusting, demanding his attention. His mouth watering, he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, mesmerized by the sight of her pouting breasts. “Look at you,” he groaned, staring up at her in shock.

He barely knew her but now there was not a damn thing she could do from stopping him. Tsukasa lowered his mouth to her breast, drawing her teasing nipple into his mouth. The scent of her, intoxicating cherries, tart and bursting surged through him; he ravaged her breasts, first one and then the other, lavishing rasping kisses to her nipples, marking her skin as his. Above them the wind raced and howled, but neither noticed, each surrendering to the lust they found in the other.

Raising herself up, Tsukushi wrapped her hands around his head, coming up to kiss him, swallowing all the air within him, then with a flick of her hands, she pushed him back.

“Hey!” he rasped.  I have to have her!

He was angrily aware of the desperation clawing through him, such that he had never felt before – that he wanted her more than anything else. Needed her.

With a sultry smile, she unhooked the button to her shorts and he watched with hungry eyes as she slowly, painfully, shimmied out of her shorts, her hips swaying before him. He threw a punishing arm around her, slamming her naked body against his. She gave a breathy giggle as he attacked her neck, marking her. “Do you think you can get away now?” he muttered. “Too fucking late.”

She gasped, “Who wants to get away?” She slid her hands down to the clasp of his belt and then his pants, lowering both as she undid them. Tsukasa let go of her then to kick them off, making short shrift of his boxers as well. As he tossed them, she took the chance to wrap her hands around his straining cock. Her pupils blackly dilated, her breath escaping her in puffs of ragged air, she looked at him and licked her lips, her hands playing over the head of his cock. “Not me.”

He went nuts feeling her hands on him and knew that he had to be in her or he would disgrace himself. “Good, because I’m going to fuck you into this boat.” He dragged her to him, thrusting his mouth against her, his hands on either side of her head, drawing her inexorably to the varnished seaboard. She gasped, feeling the hard heat of him against her, encasing her completely as his much larger body draped over her. Ripping his mouth from hers in order to inhale much needed air, he parted her legs, mesmerized by the loveliness of her body. He looked up at her, for a moment, one second of doubt claiming him.

"Why is this happening?" he thought.  Why does she want this?

As his scorching gaze rose up her hips, her slim, tapering waist, her breasts thrusting in the air from the force of her breaths, she smiled at him, an image of divine passion against the dark varnished board.

She raised her knees to either side of him, her slim pale thighs contrasting with the dark hardness of his body, pulling him in. “Tsukasa,” she begged. Control slipped his grasp, his lust for her roaring through his ears louder than the waves, louder than the dying storm surging over them.

He sank into her, her needy noises goading him. He slammed her against the wood, his cock in the warmest, tightest pussy he had ever felt. The heat that surrounded him was unimaginable, the soft, sweet feel of her beneath him, causing him to become more brutal as he drove her into the wood beneath them again and again.

Breathing harshly, he stared down at her, which was a mistake because the sight before him had his cock even harder than before. Tsukushi had her eyes closed and was panting for breath, her mouth forming inaudible whimpers. He leaned his head forward and heard a soft mantra:  “Tsukasa, Tsukasa, Tsukasa…”

He forced her into a punishing rhythm, driving her to gasp louder, while he moved his hand between their bodies to the center of her. Finding her clit, he thumbed it with one large, blunt finger.

“Ohhh,” Tsukushi cried, convulsing around him as her orgasm swept through her. The silky contractions squeezing his cock, drew on him, drew on the last remaining shreds of resistance he had as his cock exploded within her. The strength of his orgasm blew him away as shudders of deep pleasure racked his body in seemingly unending waves. He struggled for air as the woman beneath him wrapped her slim arms around him, holding onto him as he let go of everything, all of it, cradled in her.

Forcing his eyes open from the drugging tendrils of pure madness that had claimed him, Tsukasa looked at her, uncertain of her reaction. She lay beneath him trying to catch her breath, her smooth skin gleaming in the sun, a lovely blush of red highlighting her cheekbones.

She reached up to flutter his hair. “I love your curls,” she whispered and kissed him softly. As her little tongue slid into his mouth, he felt his heart begin to pound once more.

She is a witch.

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The sun was flourishing the sky with hues of pink and bright orange as they made their way back to the mainland. Tsukasa stood behind her, breathing in the scent of her hair as they slowly crested right into dock. He swung himself onto the dock and tied up the line that she tossed out to him. She stood on the boat and smiled down at him. “You look so pleased with yourself.

“I am,” he exclaimed arrogantly.

“Why? We never found your friend.”

“Tsukushi!”

At the sound of her name, they both turned. Tsukasa watched Rui come towards them with a middle aged woman in tow.

“Oh, Tsukasa, there you are. We were looking for you,” Rui said, coming to stand before his friend.

“We?”

Rui gestured to the woman next to him who was giving them both a slightly surprised look. “This is Makino-san. She thinks you took her daughter.”

Tsukasa glanced at Tsukushi who was blushing lightly at the phrasing Rui had used.

He smirked, “I did take her.”

Tsukushi cleared her throat, “Uh, Mom, I went to help him find his friend.” She jumped down, coming to stand next to Tsukasa. She bowed to Rui, “We were looking for you, but got stuck in the wind squall for a bit.”

“Yes, I went to look at the island.”

“Yah and left me behind,” Tsukasa grumbled.

Rui gave him a startled look, “But you don’t seem as upset as you should be.”

“Ah well,” Tsukasa rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. Tsukushi popped out a hand with an apple in it. “Here, have an apple,” she remarked quickly to Rui.

Rui blinked at it. “Thank you,” he replied, taking it from her. Tsukasa casually waved at him, “Rui, this is Tsukushi. Tsukushi, my friend Hanazawa Rui.”

Tsukushi’s mother cleared her throat. “My, you boys don’t seem like you come from anywhere around here. What do you do? From looking at you, you both look like rich businessmen.”

“Mom!” Tsukushi exclaimed. Clearly embarrassed by her mother’s behavior, Tsukushi grabbed her by the hand and walked her down the dock ahead of the men, whispering furiously to her.

As they strolled behind the women, Tsukasa turned to Rui. “How was your grandfather’s house?”

Rui tossed something towards him; on reflex Tsukasa caught it and found a pair of keys in between his hands.

“Oh, it was very nice,” he said carelessly.

“You gonna sell it?” Tsukasa asked.

Rui pondered a moment. “No. It’s peaceful here.” He paused, “I can come here to sleep.”

Tsukasa rolled his eyes at him.

They caught up to Tsukushi and her mother who had stopped at the parking area beyond the dock. The vendors had already left and the only vehicle in the dusty area was Tsukasa’s car.

“Well!” Makino-san began after seeing their car, but stopped abruptly after a poke from her daughter. Noticing the glare her offspring was giving her, she merely smiled at the two men. “Ho, ho, ho, well, thank you for returning my daughter to me.” She bowed to them, “Come back any time. Tsukushi is always free.”

“Mom!” Tsukushi cried, becoming bright red. Tsukasa laughed while Rui looked on in mild bewilderment. Tsukasa absentmindedly gave Rui a shove towards the car, still smirking at the girl. “Get in.”

As Rui moved toward the passenger side, he glanced up to see Tsukasa grab something from the girl’s hand - his sunglasses, as her mother wandered off. He was about to turn away when he saw something that couldn’t have been: Tsukasa gliding a finger along the lips of the girl.

Rui blinked. “What?”

He leaned his head forward for a deeper look but all he saw was Tsukasa coming towards him.

“Let’s go,” Tsukasa said breezily striding unbeknownst past the dazed face of his friend towards the parked black Mercedes.

Rui shook his head a bit. “Maybe I’m hungry,” he thought in some concern.
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