It's been a long time since I wrote this fic and although I cannot remember my initial ideas for the story, I decided to put this up because I like the way I wrote it. This is exactly the tone I wanted for a mature first person POV story. Don't forget to tell me what you think!

Yes, another Yui-Keisuke fic! I realized I wanted to break away from the normal Yui-Seishi fics and continue where the story left off in the series. Of course, I will still continue my stories. Thanks for reading and please don't forget to leave a review!

Disclaimer: I do not own FY, but this plot is mine. All mine! *vicious laughter*

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Prologue

Marriage was not something you do on a whim, I was told. But when Tetsuya asked me to marry him, I immediately said yes. I was still in medicine school, only in my first year. Marrying him was never part of my plan. He was my boyfriend and he was special. But I did not love him the way I loved the other men in my life. He was there and I needed someone to fill an empty void. There was always a part of me that I could not completely give to him. And my heart was that part.

I was pregnant.

The moment the pregnancy kit showed two unholy lines, I knew my life was damned. Maybe I was meant to stay with him after all. Maybe he was really the man for me. Maybe Seiryuu and the gods wanted us for each other. Maybe, I can love him. Maybe, I already love him. But still, I could not—never—give him my heart. I can't.

I preferred we tied the knot in a simple wedding at my grandparents' house in Kyoto. He agreed. Tetsuya was not a man who easily makes me have my way. He despised confrontations. He hated arguments. It was one of the reasons why I decided to stick with him. After Nakago, I could not bring myself to be near violence and men who triggered such intensity.

Sex was shallow, not that I have a basis for comparison. It was always enough to satiate our desires, to make us come, to release the heat of our bodies. It was never something more. And I was thankful for that. I did not want to get attached so strongly to anyone again. After each heated moment, I could fill it, the void. The emptiness that even he could not fill. The wound that would not heal.

Everyone was happy during our wedding. Miaka was with Taka and little Hikari. Keisuke was with his girlfriend Mayo. I heard they also planned to marry after a few months. I stole some glances at my bestfriend and Taka. They were happy and contented—the perfect image of how a family should be. I smiled, but deep inside, I was screaming. I never wanted this life. I never wanted to be married this early. I never wanted…Tetsuya.

I stayed at home most of the time after the wedding. Tetsuya was earning well and I was a medicine undergraduate. And I was pregnant. And alone most of the time. Boring was an understatement. Time was achingly tedious. I cursed my life for being in this state. I cursed the baby, if it hadn't come early, I would have not married him. I cursed myself for being stupid because I let everything happen.

Thousand of possibilities fleeted through my head and I cried every day. Of course, Tetsuya never noticed the battling emotions within me. When he arrived home, dinner was prepared and his clothes were ready. I made myself available to his needs every night. I struggled to create a perfect home. For a while, everything was going well and tomorrow seemed promising. But still, I would rather be dead.

I must have pushed Tetsuya farther and farther away without me knowing it. On the third month of our marriage, he went home very late and his temper was horrible. He would never talk to me in the morning. We fought a lot since. He even went as far as accusing me of sleeping with someone else. He locked the door whenever he left in the morning and I had to painstakingly stay inside all day. When he arrived home, we would fight again and claimed that I went outside and used the window. I was pregnant for God's sake!

My patience snapped when he hit me once and I bled. I was crying so hard, fear gripped me. I was losing my child. I was not ready, I have learned to love it, I wanted it. Confused and drunk, Tetsuya ran away and left me, that bastard. I cried and cried, blood dripping continuously between my legs. I called Miaka and told her what happened. She arrived with Taka ten minutes after. But it was too late, it was dead, my child was dead.

I was in a state of depression and I stayed in the hospital for two weeks. Tetsuya had not shown his face since then. My parents were angered, cursed him, threatened to have him jailed. I never cried again after that, I promised myself I would be strong. When I was well, I told my parents I wanted to go home to our apartment. They insisted I stayed with them but I shook my head. It was my home now.

Tetsuya was waiting at home when I arrived. He cried, apologized countless times. I forgave him but I never slept with him again. I told him I'm not ready for such intimacy yet. He understood and kissed my forehead. He will be a different man from now on, he said. He will change and be a serious husband. He will love me and make me happy. He said it over and over again. Empty promises. I knew. I've made them myself when I married him.

We were in our best state in the next months. We never fought. Keisuke and Mayo got married and rented the place beside our apartment. Everyone was happy, except me. Keisuke and Tetsuya drank themselves to sleep in our place every night for a month. Mayo assisted me in cleaning the place afterwards. She was still in high school when they got married. We became close during that time. Mayo was a nice girl. She never said anything bad about anyone. Tetsuya and I both agreed that Mayo and Keisuke was a perfect couple. In two or three months, they were family. Mayo stayed with me during the day and we spent most of our days talking.

I still haven't slept with Tetsuya after the incident. He seemed okay with the situation. I was more than fine with it. He became closer and closer to Mayo. I thought it was normal. Boy, how wrong I was. One day, after buying our weekly sustenance, I was surprised to find the apartment unlocked. I was not prepared for what was inside. In our bedroom were Tetsuya and Mayo, moaning and screaming with pleasure, calling each other's names. I did not feel anger. Numbness took hold of my body until I heard them reach the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Their labored breathings brought me back to the reality that they were having sex in our bedroom, on the linen I washed myself and sleep on every night. Disgust crept through my system and I pulled my mobile phone from my pocket. I ran the along the menu and started to record the conversation.

"Oh Tetsuya, you're wonderful. You're even better than Keisuke in bed." Mayo breathed out. I wanted to puke, that slut.

"And you're better than my wife, for God's sake. I didn't even know why I married her." Tetsuya's voice was coarse but it was the way he always sounded after sex. "Why the hell did you marry my stupid bestfriend?" He said and Mayo moaned.

"Because you married that bitch. What else would I do?" Mayo whimpered. I closed my eyes, trying to not imagine what they were doing. She growled with pleasure. "Yes, I love it when you go down on me…" Anger swelled within me. Pain flowed through my system. It was not because I loved him, it was because he betrayed me. Mayo's screams filled the air and I placed my hands on my ears.

"Damn it, Mayo! I want you so much!" Tetsuya screamed and I heard the sound of our bed, straining to contain their movements.

"Fuck me, Tetsuya! Deeper!" Mayo screamed and I could hear their groans. I left my phone near the wall of our bedroom and rushed outside, slamming the door. The sound drowned in their violent blissful screams.

I went to Miaka's house and told her everything. She was fuming when she found out. I asked her not to tell anyone, especially Keisuke. After a few hours, she accompanied me back to our apartment. Everything was peaceful when we came back. There were no signs of Tetsuya and Mayo anywhere. The house was clean and the bed was crumpled. I frowned when I saw their juices in the fabric. The phone was exactly where I left it. I played it back and Miaka's eyes widened.

Tetsuya and Keisuke walked in while we were playing the recording. Apparently, Keisuke just came back from work and the two were planning to spend the night drinking. They stood at the door when they heard it—Tetsuya and Mayo's sinful act. Keisuke clenched his fist and Tetsuya was shocked. Mayo entered the apartment carrying plates of food. Her face paled when she recognized the voices.

I stopped the recording and turned to Tetsuya. "I want a divorce." I hissed out before I left the apartment. Miaka must have slapped him, I heard her scream that he was stupid for hurting me. Miaka paced with me and we left, unaware of what happened in that little hell hole I called home.

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A/N: For those who are wondering, yes, this will be a bit dark and serious—somewhat similar to One Night but with more angst. Plus, it's multi-chapter. Anyway, I hope you like this opening and do leave a review!