Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi.

This story is influenced by slavedriver2008's Hotohori/Yui fanfics where Boshin really liked Yui. There will be very minimal references to the book.

I had this idea sometime ago and at this point I'm not really sure how it will end. I do hope to finish this quickly because there are too many ideas in my head. I need to get them out so that I can get to the ones that I really, really, really want to write yet for some reason can't write a word about.

I am trying to improve my writing so any comments or criticisms are welcome.

What Kind of Love

Prologue

By Akiko Bloom

From the moment I laid eyes on her, there was no doubt in my mind that she was mine. I didn't consciously declare it, but it was as if it was a natural fact that clicked in my brain. It was like the sun being yellow, or the sky being blue. To me, it was something that needed no questioning. It was as it was. It would forever be.

I was twelve when I first met Yui Hongou. She was 16. She told me to call her onee-chan. I never did. She used to call me Boshin-kun, even after I insisted that I be called just 'Boshin'.

She tutored me everyday after school until she went off to university. I lost contact with her then, as she went overseas to study. I emailed her but she never answered. I guessed she really didn't like what I did that last day.

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"But you're mine."

Yui gaped at me for a few seconds, then laughed good-naturedly. "I know I've been your tutor for a long time, but you'll still do well without me, Boshin-kun. It's really not as if you need that much help in your studies. You've always been a bright boy."

"I'm hardly a boy anymore, Yui."

"Er, well...you're barely fourteen-"

"I'll be fourteen in eighteen days."

"OK so I guess that makes you a teenager."

"A young man."

Yui made a face, and then ruffled my hair with a smile. "OK, a bright young man then. Jeez, Boshin-kun. I never thought you'd nitpick on semantics."

"You can't leave, Yui. You're supposed to be with me," I pleaded to her. "I - I like you, Yui."

"I like you, too, Boshin-kun. I may be just tutoring you, but you're like a little brother to me."

Like a little brother.

"But I love you!"

She only stared at her feet.

Maybe she was still thinking about it? Maybe I needed to convince her?

I cupped her face in my hands and her lips fell open in surprise. I kissed her.

Then my hands were all over her - touching, sliding, and squeezing. She was soft, full, and firm. When I felt two hard points jutting through her uniform blouse, I couldn't help but explore more of her. My hand went under her skirt - and promptly felt a stinging slap across my face.

It was like my ears rang and my head burned but my body was frozen.

She was long gone from my room even before I was able to pull myself together.

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I agonized about it for months. What did I do wrong? Was I too inexperienced? I was, but...I really loved her. Was I not able to convey my feelings?

I did more research and realized that though she slapped me, she wasn't totally unaffected. Her nipples hardening under my touch were proof enough.

Then I went from research, to practicing. I vowed that once we meet again she would be unable to resist.

When we meet again, she won't look at me as a boy nor as her little brother.

When we meet again, she'll see me as a man worthy to be by her side.

Without questions. Without doubts.

"To me, it was something that needed no questioning."