"Rey-kun!" called a tall, pitch black haired male. This male, Ryotaro Fujioka, was pure blooded Japanese. He stood at a six foot five, had light skin, and was fairly handsome. He was exactly my type, in which I had light, brunette hair myself, cream colored skin to match.

"Yeah yeah, I'm here." I replied to his calling, helping him by grabbing the end of the couch he had once attempted to lift on his own. With what strength I could, I lifted my side of the couch up with a grunt, leading the piece of furniture through the home, bringing it with him into the living room.

Setting it down carefully, I let out a sigh before lolling my head around my neck, then plopped down to sit on the newly acquired couch.

"Very good." Ryotaro said with a bright smile before shutting the front door close, then going to the kitchen. I peered at my new life, noting the small but comfortable apartment we were now vacating. It was new, with a modern kitchen, complete with a master bedroom and a nice, big bathroom.

"Here's toast to new life. Kanpai*!" Ryotaro spoke in broken English for my sake, as I hadn't quite gotten used to speaking Japanese. Yes, as of now I was living in Japan, with the boyfriend I had gone off with out of spite. He handed me a cool can of beer, to which I gratefully accepted after a hard day's work in moving what boxes and furniture we had.

"New life." I repeated with a grin, clinking my can with his before cracking it open and taking a swig. With a bemused expression, I watched as he took a couple drinks, then made a grimace from the little consumption.

"You're such a lightweight." I scowled teasingly, my light, blue eyes peering into his dark chocolate ones. He laughed and set his can down on the coffee table in front of us. Ryotaro leaned in and started to kiss me sweetly. I returned the kiss happily, before setting my own beer down.

It wasn't the first time I was wrought into a new life. Ever since I was a little tyke, I had been going from place to place, home to home. You'd be surprised if you knew all the junk I've been through with my life, despite how normal I seem. I really don't like talking about that stuff now, since this time things would really be different. I'd be in a different country, in a different home, with a wonderful new boyfriend.

"H-Hey... Rey-kun!" Whimpered Ryotaro with my mouth around a certain hardening organ, his hips shaking beneath my hand, which was trying to still them. We were now on top of the queen sized bed. I lifted my mouth off of it, with a sly grin. The good thing about Japanese boys? They were so damn shy and easy to embarrass, that it was adorable.

"Just trying to break the bed in." I commented as my tongue ran up his staff, before flattening against the tip. He gave another moan before I engulfed him once again, starting to rub my own hard on through my sweats.

His shirt half raised above his taught stomach, he looked so vulnerable peeking down at me from above. I couldn't take it anymore, and I started to strip myself, before straddling him, completely naked. I raised my hips over his soldier, which stood proudly, and started to lower myself onto him, not even having the time to care and prepare myself.

With a groan, I slid on top of him, using his stomach as leverage to work myself up and down his shaft.

"... R-Rey..." He huffed, hands on my hips, helping me out.

"Ryotaro... s-say my name! First one, damnit!" I cried out, face flushed, leaning in close to kiss him. Ryotaro was usually so stubborn when it came to saying my first name. He only did so on special occasions, as it had special meaning, whereas I abused his first name like no other.

"Hunter." He whispered against my lips, before I kissed him more.

It wasn't long before we finished, he being so inexperienced that he couldn't help but finish early, and me not having the energy to continue on much longer. We lied in silence, quietly appreciating the afterglow we shared. This is what I came to Japan for; relaxation, to settle down, actually have a normal life.

In his arms, head resting on his chest, I looked over toward the nightstand. There sat a dusty picture frame. Furrowing my brows, I reached across my groggy lover and took hold of it, looking over it. "Ah, you put this out?" I dusted the glass with the back of my hand, a small smile growing on my lips. The picture showed a middle aged man, slightly balding, with a thin, delicate looking woman standing beside him, crowned with short, dark brown hair. Standing in the middle, holding a small baby, was a darker skinned girl, with long, black hair. All three were smiling, outside in front of a large, white house.

It was the only picture I had of my parents and I.

"Put what out?" Asked Ryotaro tiredly, holding my smaller form against his.

"The picture." I replied, showing him myself. He took the frame and held it close to his eyes, squinted those brown orbs, then shrugged his shoulders.

"I put frame there. Ano**... different picture." Ryotaro commented, before placing the frame back. Smiling, then chuckling softly, I shook my head. "Thanks for putting that picture there. It means a lot to me."

"But I... didn't..." He murmured before falling asleep. With a contented smile stuck on my lips, I fell asleep right along with him, convinced that my new life wasn't going to be as fucked up as my past lives were.

*Kanpai: Cheers
**Ano: Uhm