So, I'm back with a new story. This will be a short fic, I think. I'll try to make short chapters with no more than five pages.

Anyway, enjoy it and then tell me something about it.

Unsuspected

By

Marie Darkholme

Chapter One – Little things…

The night was clear. But of course it should be. After all, it was early August and the night skies would always be filled with uncountable stars to bright everyone's way. But that night, there was also a bright quarter moon.

Voices filled the air. Voices muffed with the drip of alcohol and amusement. Manly voices that echoed through the clear streets.

"Keep down, you guys…" one of the voices said. "I don't want to hear the neighbours complaining about the noise tomorrow morning."

"You'll be lucky if they only complain tomorrow morning." Another voice replied to the first. This one belonged to a wise young man with brown-red hair. His otherwise pale features were covered with a soft shade of red, and his loud voice indicated he had had a few more drinks than he should have.

"Shut up, Koushiro…" another different voice said harshly. "You're ruining all the fun with your theories. Not even when you're fucking drunk you have the decency to have fun."

The others shrugged.

"And you are as bad humoured as when you're sober." The first one said. He had dark brown hair and a matching pair of brown eyes. His name was Taichi and his bad tempered friend was Yamato.

The three boys were walking to Taichi's apartment after a very well spent night at a nearby bar. It was early in the morning and the night would soon give space to the day again. They reached a complex of apartments with no more than ten floors each. Taichi lived in the last floor. He had a duplex that he shared with his sister. Conveniently, she was in her own party with Taichi's fiancée.

"Are you sure you don't want to hit another club?" Yamato asked with a hint of disappointment in his face. "After all, this is that last night you're going to be single." He stated. Taichi nodded in agreement.

"Technically, he can still become single again. He can get the divorce." Koushiro said and a hiccup escaped his mouth, leaving an alcohol breath around him. The other two eyed him.

"You're definitely drunk." The brown haired concluded and took his keychain. "I'm going to bed, right now. In case you don't remember, I still have to go through all the preps again tomorrow morning." He remembered his bad-humoured friend. Yamato shrunk his shoulders and prepared to walk away.

"Are you coming, Koushiro?"

"Yeah, sure. I don't have to wake up tomorrow morning." Koushiro replied and stumped after Yamato.

Taichi watched for a while as his two friends walked away, or more like stumped away, since they weren't really walking in a line. Then, he clicked the opening code into the doors panel and entered the building. He watched his face in the mirror. His eyes had big black holes underneath them and even his tanned skin showed marks of intoxication. Still, not enough to make him stump or say stupid things like Koushiro. He smiled. He had always had a good alcohol tolerance. It was hard to get him really drunk.

He didn't bother turning the lights of the darkened corridor on. The light that entered through a small window was enough for him to see his door lock. He slowly turned the key and the wooden reinforced door opened. He was surprised to see a shadow inside his house, but his face relaxed as he recognized his long time friend. He took his time to close the door and threw himself on the couch.

"Weren't you supposed to be in a party?" he asked her. Her auburn hair was messed up and she had a careless aspect. Nevertheless when she spoke, he noticed she wasn't drunk like he had first thought.

"Our party is long over." She replied. The hint on her voice and his many years of experience told him she wasn't feeling like to talk.

While he lay on the couch, she remained standing near the window of his living-room. The curtains were closed and there was little light in the room.

"So…what are you doing here?" he asked. "It's …like half past four in the morning…" he said, checking the hours on his clock. He yawned and the when he reopened his eyes, he stared right into her crimson eyes. There was a strange shine on them. She whispered into his ear.

"Please…" she said. He pushed her away surprised.

"Sora, I'm not completely drunk, if that's what you think." He replied. His voice intended to sound harsh, but it didn't. Instead it came out as a soft disbelief.

"I know that. I wouldn't ask something like that if you were drunk." She replied. For moments she thought she had completely lost him, but instead she could see a glimpse of hope.

"But Sora…"

"I know…" she interrupted him. "I know Taichi…but just this once, before everything…changes…?" her eyes pleaded to him. She came near. Something told her he wasn't going to push her away this time. Her hands ended over his chest. She leaned her head over him and he couldn't help but enveloping her fragile form on his arms.

"Okay." He whispered to her and covered her lips with his. It was a tender kiss, like the one you share with a very close friend. He took her in his arms and transported her to his room where he laid her on his bed. Their lips sealed the tender moment. She cried inwardly.

When Taichi awoke the next morning, he couldn't feel her warm embrace by his side. He slipped from bed and quickly put on his boxers. The curtains in the window were closed and he opened them with a soft movement. The auburn's perfume still penetrated deep within his nostrils, eve though she was gone. Her clothes were no longer sprawled along the floor and she had picked and bent his over a chair.

The brown haired made a remake of that morning's events. If someone would ever found out what they had done he would be in deep troubles. But more than someone founding out about it, it troubled him the fact that he had done it. At first he had been a little taken back, but the fact was he couldn't refuse her request. And after the first kiss, he simply allowed himself to be driven by the moment.

When he entered the kitchen he came across a splendid breakfast over the table and a note. He read it quietly, a hint of sadness on his eyes as he remembered his best friend. The warm pancakes with chocolate spread in small pieces over them told him she hadn't left a long time ago. Unintentionally he took a deep breath, taking in the soft scent of roses that her presence always left in the air.

The rest of day went peacefully with all the last preparations for the great ceremony. It was going to be a traditional wedding, not many people, just the closest friends and family. Everything seemed to be going great. The local for the ceremony had been beautifully decorated. The restaurant which was going to serve them had already ordered everything. His clothes were over his chair. The honeymoon was confirmed with flights planned and hotels reserved.

When he finally went to bed that night, Taichi found himself strangely nervous. The kind of feeling that precedes an important decision in his life. When the last sense of reality hit before his mind travelled to sleep, her soft scent of roses was still in the air.

Everyone was well dressed and with a happy face. Everyone clapped and congratulated them as they entered the car. Taichi had even gotten a driver to take them to the airport. Everyone waved them goodbye. His mother kissed him like he was her little baby while the tears of happiness escaped her eyes. His sister smiled mischievously at him, holding the arm of her latest boyfriend. Yamato and Koushiro whispered things in his ears while the blond handed him a book with a strange layer.

Sakura, his fiancée received kisses, hugs and the last advises from the women. Mimi, one of his long time friends, with her long brown hair with light threads of pink in her flashy dress hugged the girl tightly and kissed her in the cheek, smiling brightly and forcefully. From between the confusion he saw Sora. His friend gave him a huge smile. He watched as she too took Sakura into the warm embrace. Sakura shook her head to something while she smiled blankly, making her beautiful black hair float around her.

"Don't forget to read this before the big night, buddy." Yamato told him between the various voices. This brought the brown haired back to his friends. He smiled, tightening the grip over the strange book. He would later realise it was the so well known book of sexual positions. Another joke from Yamato with a small note saying to have fun.

Before he could answer Koushiro's questions as to where the mysterious honeymoon would be, he found himself face to face with his best friend. Sora had a smile on her face. They eyed each other and for a split second, Taichi felt uncomfortable, thinking about the day before. Then he felt the sweet scent of roses again. Sora embraced him and kissed his cheek.

"Goodbye…"

A soft wind blew and he felt Sakura's hand lying on top of his shoulder. She pulled his face to her and kissed his lips. Some of their friends whistled loudly to their exhibition of passion. When Taichi opened his eyes again, Sora was nowhere to be seen. Sakura entered the car and he followed her. More whistles and claps followed them until they couldn't hear them anymore.

The events seemed like a distant dream. One of those dreams that we seem to be forgetting, even though it was pleasant. Events crossed his eyes, but it wasn't as if he was really there, living them. It was more like reading a book.

"Kiss me." Sakura pulled him to the suite they had reserved in the hotel, somewhere in the beautiful city of Vienna. "Kiss me." Her words reaching slowly like a bad romance movie where the actors say the same thing over and over.

He leaned her quietly over the bed. "Kiss me." Her hands grasped his face and their lips collided together.

Taichi didn't read Yamato's book. He didn't even take a look at him. It lied under a pile of clothes. He didn't need instructions on how to deal with Sakura. They had their own ritual, like everyone else.