Full Circle (1/?)

By, Trinity Layne

Fandom: Hana Yori Dango

Pairing: Akira/Yuki

I claim no ownership the Characters… only the plot, Mallory and Usagi, are my own!

Summery: Sometimes things happen for reason—a time, a place, a meeting which one of the pair actively tried to avoid—it may not be random factors, but a meeting ordained by the Fates themselves.

AN: I know like I need to start ANOTHER story… But this one is almost writing itself, and I wanted to give Ravenesquesky, an Awesome B-day Prezzie. And she has REALLY wanted an A/Y fic! :OP

Thanks to Sio, for the beta!

Mimasaka Akira sat back in the plush lounge chair of the hotel bar, as he took a drink of his whiskey and stared aimlessly at the Hong Kong skyline. He was one of only a few patrons in the VIP lounge--given the hour--and given that you must be a guest of a certain floor to even enter this lounge. Akira had been in Hong Kong far too long, as far as he was concerned, and was looking forward to the completion of the deal. So he could return home. Not that he was really looking forward to his twin sisters smothering, and his mother's childlike ways.

His Armani jacket was laying on the armrest of the chair opposite of him, his tie discarded on top of that, his blue silk shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and the cuffs undone and pushed up. He took another hit of his drink, contemplating just giving in and returning to his suite. He only came to the lounge out of sheer boredom anyway. In the month since he had been staying at the hotel, this was the first time he had set foot into the lounge. He preferred a more active scene than the one this particular luxury hotel had to offer.

At 27 years of age, not much has changed in his life since he had finished school. He was an active leader in his family's organization, holding true to his vow of cleaning up the more undesirable aspects of the underworld. He still preferred his women married and older, though older was no longer a requirement. There had only even been one exception to his 'married' requirement, but Akira's mood darkened at just the fleeting thought of that encounter and what happened after.

A few things, in his world, had changed however. Akira and Rui were the only two members of Japan's famous F4's not married; Tsukasa and Tsukushi having just celebrated their fourth wedding anniversary and ironically enough the birth of their second child and third child, twins --a boy and girl-- just last month, much to the enjoyment of the twins' three year old sister Rei. And, Nishikado Soujiroh, the self-proclaimed perpetual playboy, succumbed to his family's pressure and entered an arranged marriage to a mouse of a girl --who was barely nineteen-- just a little over a year ago. Not that his marriage stopped his playing the field; Soujiroh just became more careful not to let his explotes get back to his family. He was pulled out of his musing when a male voice broke the hushed quiet of the bar.

"Matsuoka, you are 15 minutes late." Akira gripped his glass thightly and the sound of that name. His heart sped up brefly, he must have heard wrong, it couldn't be… his whole body stiffened when he heard the femanine reply.

"Sorry, Ling. It won't happen again." Akira KNEW that voice… it had haunted his dreams –his memories—for the last two years. He slowly turned his head to face the bar, insantly recognizing the profile of the young woman talking to the bartender. She hadn't changed much since the last time he saw her. Her long dark brown hair was a bit longer and pulled into a low ponytail, the end of which grazed her backside. She was wearing a dark green A-line sleeveless dress that ended just above her knees and low heel black pumps with straps that wraped around her ankles.

Akira's jaw tensed and, without thinking, placed his glass on the table next to his chair. He rose to his feet quickly covering the distance to her. He forcefully grabbed her bare upper arm and spun her around to face him.

"Hey, What do you think…" Her voice was full of surprise and anger over being grabbed, but her voice caught in her throat when she looked up at the man who had grabbed her.

"Yuki…" was all Akira managed to say in an almost growl. Yuki's eyes became large as recognition coursed through her.

"Akira," Yuki managed to squeak out in shock, as she tried to pull her arm from his grasp. He took a step back but pulled her with him; unwilling to let her go. Still holding her arm, he turned and started walking--almost dragging--her to the exit. Only to be stopped by the bartender, who had rushed from behind the counter to stop him.

"Mimasaka-san, Sir. I am going to have to ask you to let go of the hostess. If you require companionship…"

"Given you used my name, I am going to understand thay you KNOW who I am." He spoke in a low dangerous tone. "Yuki is coming with me." Yuki used his brief distraction to break free of his grasp.

"No, I am NOT!" She all but shouted as she backed away from him, looking for a way past the two very menacing men that appeared at the entrance of the lounge. Akira turned to look at her as if she had sprouted a second head, unbeleiving she was defying him. He quickly covered the distance she tried to create between them. He leaned down his face inches from hers.

"YES, you are!" Akira grabbed Yuki by the waist, picked her up and unceremoniously flung her over his shoulder as she shrieked indignantly while he walked to the exit. He paused in front of the bartender to add before he left. "Yuki is taking the night off."

The door guard quickly opened the door to the suite as Akira angrily strode past, entering quickly, Yuki still slung over his shoulder. She still struggled and pleaded for him to let her go, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. The guard quickly closed the door and resumed his position in the hall.

Akira deposited his protesting burden onto the plush couch, Yuki letting out a soft cry of surprise. Akira strode over to the window, running his hand through his wavy dark hair and taking deep breaths to calm him. He just stood at the window, not saying a word. He shook his head and looked over his shoulder at Yuki with a sigh. Finally, he gracefully moved to the couch and sat down close to her; leaning against the back, he placed his arm across the back and watched her. His eyes never left her face, as if by just looking at her he would understand why she had vanished.

"Akira-san, why--?" Yuki whispered softly, her eyes barely meeting his. Not wanting to speak, but unable to stand the unbearable silence.

The hand lying close to her moved in a lazy dismissive gesture, "I believe that most things reveal themselves, given enough time, Yuki." His eyes glinted, a very direct challenge.

"What can time reveal, what could you possibly want with me?"

His smile was slow in forming and caused her pulse to quicken. "Perhaps I simply want to share a pleasurable conversation," he suggested seductively, stirring a whole hornet's nest of hormones that buzzed their insistent message that he wanted more than a pleasurable conversation with her. Before he darkly added, "With an old friend that disappeared without a word two years ago."

Yuki jump to her feet, too agitated and uncomfortable to remain seated beside him. "Why are you doing this?" Yuki's speech became rushed, her arms flapped around with incomprehension of his motivation, as she confronted him. "I'm nobody to you, just a passing blip on your radar screen, totally insignificant. Why waste your precious personal time…"

Akira surged to his feet, seeming to tower over her, thus causing her throat to close up and cutting off her ability to communicate. In place of speech, he took her waving hands and implanted them flat against his chest, holding them still with his, forcing her to feel the heat of his body through the thin silk of his shirt. To feel the strong beat of his heart, the rise and fall of its breathing, which made her, feel a wholly intimate connection with him.

"On a--once and a lifetime--reunion, that fate ordained?" he finished for her, though he knew it wasn't what she was going to say.

With his interruption and is close proximity, Yuki couldn't remember what she was going to say. She found herself staring at his mouth as it shaped more words--soft, silky words that slid over her and invaded her mind, somehow short circuiting her own thought processes. Her only focus where those lips, and the flashes of memories she had spent --vainly--the last two years trying to forget. Warm firm lips grazing across her bare shoulder as she pressed her back against his chest, as they cuddled in the hot spring; coming to rest at the nape of her neck, his teeth grazing lightly—warm passionate kisses trailing down her chest as his strong form, possessing her from above, pressed her deeper into the futon--

"Sometimes things happen for reason—a time, a place, a meeting which one of the pair actively tried to avoid—it may not be random factors, but a meeting ordained by the Fates themselves."

He slid her hands up to his shoulders and, even though he released his grip on them, she did not pull them away from his broad chest. She could feel the radiant heat of his body beneath the cool silk of his shirt, but no matter how much she willed them, her hands would not obey her mind and let go of him. Yuki was lost as she watched those lips come closer to her; they were still moving but she was unable to process what he was saying. A wave of lust coursed through her entire body in all too pleasurable remembrance of the pleasures those lips could bring.

His lips lightly brushed hers in the softest possible contact, yet it caused an electrical sensation to shoot through her entire body. She closed her eyes, moving her hands from his shoulders to wrap around his neck, his wavy hair slipping through her fingers.

Another brushing, this time they remained. With a slow glide of the tip of his tongue, he sensually persuaded her to part her lips. A soft moan caught in her throat, as Akira depend the kiss. He wrapped his hands around her waist pulling her closer to him.

Somewhere in the back of Yuki's mind, she knew she should allow this. That she had to stop it--too much it happened--she had lost too much--to ever travel this road again. But a need, that had laid dormant inside of her since their last encounter prevented her from stop this.

His mouth took possession of hers. No longer seductively intent, but ruthlessly confident of kissing her in whatever way he wailed, smashing any inhibitions Yuki might've had left, inciting an highly erotic passion that shot quivers of need through her entire body—of thrilling need—and aching need—a rampant, all consuming need.

She felt his fingers entangling themselves in her hair, while his other hand traced the curve of her back, coming to rest at the the small of her back above her waist and applying soft pressure to press the softness of her stomach against his hard erection. Akira suddenly stopped the onslaught, pulling his head back slightly to gaze at her.

His lust-laden eye searched hers, for the acceptance—permission to continue--that he was silently asking for. Yuki pushed her body even closer to his-if that was even possible. She pulled his head down towards hers as she lifted up on her tiptoes.

"Please..."

Any control he possessed snapped with her whispered plea against his lips. He once again claimed her in a deep kiss before he lifted her up into his arms and carried her-bride style--to the bedroom, gently placing her on the massive silver silk covered bed.

He quickly pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before crawling onto the bed at her side. He leaned over her. claming her lips as his fingers pulled at the buttons running down the front of her dress. After fumbling with the second one, he grew too impatient, grabbed the dress and ripped it open--causing Yuki to squeal in surprise and buttons to fly.

Akira held himself above Yuki, his breath coming in deep pants; he leaned down kissing her lips—her jaw—stopping at her ear. As he moved to cover her body with his, pressing her into the soft bedding, he whispered,

"I love you…"

Akira laid on his side watching as Yuki slept on her stomach. Her hair fanned out over her bare back. He brushed a few strands away from her face, careful not to wake her. After their first passionate encounter, they repeated the act several more times over in a less rushed manner only succumbing to sleep well after dawn. Akira awoke with a start about an hour ago, fearing that what had happened was nothing but a dream; after he was reassured that it really did happen, he resisted the urge to fall back to sleep purely out of the need to make sure she didn't disappear again. The silence was broken by the low buzz of his cell phone on the night stand. He quickly grabbed it, looking at the caller ID, and noted it was Jun, his guard outside the suite.

"What." was all he said when he turned the phone on.

"Sir, I am sorry to disturb you that there is a young woman out here demanding to see Matsuoka-san. She says she won't leave until she does. And if she has to, she will contact the authorities."

"I'll be right there." Akira cut off the phone and quietly got out of bed. He picked up his pants from the floor, putting them on quickly not bothering with a shirt. He left the room quietly closing the door behind him and went to the main door of the suite. He opened the door, quite ready to tell whoever it was to go to hell--when he was pushed aside by a petite redhead carrying a few bags slung over her shoulder and what looked like a bunched up coat in her arms against her shoulder.

The woman looked around the room as she dropped the two bags she carried onto the couch.

"I take it Yuki is still sleeping," she stated plainly. She spoke in perfect Japanese but held a hint of an accent, he didn't quite recognize. She faced him and continued without waiting for an answer. "When Vic called me last night and told me what happened I was fully planning on coming in here and kicking your ass, yakuza or not." She paused. "Well until Ling told me your name. Then I figured I should just let you and Yuki have some alone time." She smiled at him while she bounced the bundle in her arms. Only with that motion did Akira realize she was holding a small child; given the color of the blanket it was wrapped in, it was undoubtedly a little girl. The woman stared at him. "You don't remember who I am, do you?"

"Umm…" Akira was really unsure of who this person—that reminded him of a cyclone-- was.

"17 years ago, Rui's tenth birthday party in Kyoto. Pigtails--glasses… I dumped a bucket of ice water on that overblown peacock boy, Domyouji's, head." Recognition crossed Akira's face, as he ran his fingers through his tousled hair.

"Mallory… You are Rui's cousin Mallory." She smiled brightly at him, her pale hazel eyes gleamed with mischief.

"It's Jenn actually, Mallory is my family's name." The bundle in her arms giggled and pulled her blanket off her head, revieling a small head covered in wispy dark brown ringlets. Without reason the child suddenly started to make a disgruntled noise. "Shhhh… MoonBunny, you don't want to wake mommy." Akira's eyes grew big at that statement as Jenn bounced the little girl again, causing another round of giggles as the baby buried her face into Jenn's chest. "Well anyway, as much as I hate to interrupt your reunion. I REALLY have a plane to catch. True is my own privaite jet… but if I'm not in Tokyo by 5pm, Rui is going to kill me… I would take her with me but—one,Yuki would kill me, if I didn't get her permission first—two MoonBunny here doesn't fly well—and three, when I talked to Rui, he said it would be fine to bring her here. And now that I have gotten a closer look at you, I know why, he said that."

She moved to stand before Akira and kissed the head of the squriming little girl. "Ok MoonBunny, you be a good girl and no giving Akira-chan a hard time." Jenn looked up at a very confused Akira. She pushed the baby into his arms, making sure he had ahold of her before she steped back. "Tell Yuki that Usagi has had her breakfast, and I just changed her nappy, so she should be good in that regard--for a bit at least. Oh and in about ten minutes, you should REALLY lay her down for a nap, If she fusses, there is a CD in the blue bag you can play--she'll go down pretty quick after that. But if Yuki's not up, don't let Usagi sleep more then two hours, or she will be a total brat in the afternoon. You two have fun. It was a pleasure seeing you again, Akira-chan." Jenn walked to the door, stopping after she opened it—leaving the door open she stepped back and turned to look back at him. "And Akira-chan, you hurt Yuki, and I'll kill you myself." She cocked her head slightly. "Well if Rui doesn't beat me to it." Mallory spun and rushed forward, and ran smack into the door frame. Crying out an unladylike curse, she rubbed her forehead, and walked from the suite as if nothing had happened.

When the door was shut, the little girl squirmed around, Akira adjusted his hold on her and, without even thinking on it, so she was facing his bare chest. She squealed and grabbed at the chain around his neck—the pendent attached to it going straight into her mouth. He quickly, but carefully pulled it way from her.

"No, no, little one." He lightly chided her.

"Mine!" She pulled at the chain again and Akira looked down at her; a bit surprised at how well and clear she spoke. When he first saw her in Mallory's arms he estimated Usagi, couldn't be much more then a year old. When Usagi looked up at him, her lower lip pouting, he froze. Staring up at him was an almost perfect miniature version of Yuki, which wasn't surprising given Mallory, had basically said Yuki was her mother. What caused his breath to catch in his chest, and his heartbeat to pound in his ears, was Usagi's eyes, eyes he would recognize anywhere. Ones he had seen every morning of his life…

His own!

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