Chapter 2

"Damn…What the Hell…?" Kazuya muttered under his breath.

Against his better judgment, he returned to his bedroom. He needed to find a change of clothes and that was the only place he could find any. But his eyes had travelled to the bed and then to her side. She was gone. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. Even after everything he couldn't do it. He'd seen her fragile corpse, a far cry from what she had been. Still as he looked at her side, he wondered where she could be and if she might come back someday. It'd been so long now, it seemed unlikely. Was she really gone? Was she really not going to lie there again? Were they never to touch as they had in the past?

They'd grown apart the longer they lived together even before her cancer, but after her death his mind concentrated on the times before when they truly enjoyed each other's company, when their smiles weren't forced, and being around each other wasn't such a chore and riddled with arguments. The longer he stared at that bed the closer he felt he was coming to some precipice only to fall into an unending abyss. When he pulled himself away from it, he hadn't realized that the entire afternoon had passed. It was night time now. He snatched some clothes from the closet and grabbed other necessities from the drawers then evacuated the room as if it were on fire.

Finally, with his clothes on, he exited the house and climbed into his car. It'd been an eternity sense he'd drove the thing and the steering wheel felt foreign under his grasp. The radio was already on and the only thing that played was throwback hits. He felt strange and nostalgic. Suddenly without warning his eyes began to burn with tears. He hadn't even been thinking of Jun directly. He was unprepared for such an onslaught of emotions. It would take too much effort now to stop himself so he continued in this way driving in no particular direction and vision slightly impaired with tears.

He decided to stop somewhere after a while when his tears dried. He wondered if it was such a good idea to go somewhere, but he'd already decided that he would. He had to at least get out of the car and go inside just so he could tell himself that he had done it. He did just this after a good minute passed.

He hadn't realized that it was Friday. As soon as he stepped into the establishment, he heard the music blasting. He remembered this to be a restaurant that had a sports bar. On Fridays, however, there was karaoke. Kazuya could already hear the semi-good to just plain horrible singing. He didn't care and he was already there. He'd order something and watch what everyone else was doing. Perhaps this wasn't such a horrible idea. When he sat down at the bar and ordered something strong and acrid, he found it mildly entertaining to watch so many others enjoying themselves, laughing and carrying on.

But something caught his eye. Breasts. Nice, plump, and round ones. They were propped up for all to see. He'd never seen the like and found himself staring uncaring if she noticed or not. He wondered what they might feel like. He hoped they were soft like Jun's, but he also hoped that they might fill his entire hand if he ever fondled them…unlike Jun's. He hoped that the person whose breast they belonged to wouldn't be uncomfortable with such activities and not act like a complete virgin…as Jun had. Kazuya vaguely remembered the woman looking towards him now. He proceeded to ordering another drink. He took note of the drink she had in front of her and asked for the bartender to give her another round. This time he was watching her reaction as the bartender placed the drink in front of her. She gave him a warming smile. Then she rose from her seat and took one right beside him. Kazuya made no complaints. She was closer now. He had a better view.

"I noticed you watching. If you weren't so handsome, I would have been completely offended. Lucky you."

"Have you been here long?"

"Long enough. My girlfriends dragged me out here. They say I spend too much time inside. Imagine that. And what about you?"

Kazuya found that he liked her voice—silky, smooth, and clear spoken. "I had nothing better to do. I really don't know how long I've been here—enough for three drinks."

"You must be some heavyweight. Three of those drinks? Next you'll be taking shots. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get yourself drunk."

"Just a buzz."

The woman sipped on her drink slowly. "And have you achieved that?"

"Not yet." Kazuya called the bartender over to him again and ordered another. Kazuya felt her eyes on him as he took down yet another drink, but he wasn't bothered.

"Any plans tonight?" the woman inquired.

"Nothing at all."

"Well, let me give you a better option than drunken stupor. C'mon, I have a nice place nearby."

When she stood up, he noticed how tall and muscular she was. Either she was actually a guy or an exercise buff. He still didn't care. He climbed to his feet as well and for a moment his world twirled around him until he regained his balance.

"You alright," the woman asked a bit concerned.

Kazuya looked at her and grinned. "I suppose I achieved that buzz."

The woman took his hand into hers and practically led him forth.

"I thought you said you came here with your friends?" Kazuya asked as they neared the exit.

"I did. I met them here. They won't mind if I leave a little early. They did say that I should get out more."

When they stepped outside, Kazuya noticed her dark, coppery hair. It shined in the moonlight. Her skin tone was a dark tan and his eyes could see its smoothness. He took her all in lustfully. She was quite shapely and fit; thick in all the right places—in the all the places Jun had not been. Kazuya was glad that she drove. He now realized that he was far more intoxicated than what was normal for him. He practically stumbled into her apartment and he had no idea how he managed to get to her bedroom. But when there, he knew exactly what to do—she did as well and she was not hesitant.

She allowed him to fondle her breast as much as he wanted to and to suck them as long as he wanted. It gave her pleasure when he did such things. They stripped off each other's clothes like experts and they were soon naked before each other. She wanted him to pleasure her as fiercely as he could. She moaned with pleasure as he ate her out repeatedly and with growing confidence. She might have called out his name had she known it. When he aroused her to a degree he was satisfied, he replaced his tongue with something much harder and erect. She gasped as he came harder and harder and she wanted more. She didn't protest when he turned her over tiring of missionary. He still penetrated her vagina as he continued as vigorously as humanly possible, hard and unyielding. And he still had access to her breast which he grabbed at. Her buttocks were so round and soft that he just had to smack it at least once maybe twice and she yelped with pleasure. That was only round one. They laid sprawled out on her sheets catching their breath. After a few minutes, she climbed on top of him, trying to arouse him once again. She massaged his lower area practically giving him a lap dance. She lowered herself so that her breasts were in reach of his hands. She smiled when he felt the now familiar strong grasp of his hands. She continued to move her hips rhythmically as she kissed him slowly and sensually from his neck down. And he was ready yet again. She felt his erection and rejoiced. In response to what he had done for her, she began to pleasure him as she gave him some head making sure her teeth never made contact slowly and rhythmically. She heard him sigh with pure and utter bliss—it made her smile to herself. She felt him pulling her back—he wanted to play with her breasts again, he was obsessed with them, she realized. That didn't bother her in the least. She thought her breast to be her best asset. She let him do as he pleased as she moved her body rhythmically against his. He was very warm. That was round two. They laid sprawled out again. Their legs entangled with one another. After another break, she began to run her tongue against his skin, but he was already erect. He pushed her onto the bed and took control of her this time. He was completely dominant and with reserves he didn't know he had, he rammed her against the headboard back and forth. She cried more, she wanted more force and he acquiesced. It was like riding a horse at top speed. She enjoyed the sweet pain and all she kept saying was "more". She was full of energy, but after the third round she thought she knew Kazuya's limits and he was pulling out breathless. Again they lay sprawled. After a while she was kissing him again, but he wasn't nearly as responsive. In fact, when she was done with her kissing routine, she found him sound asleep. With an exasperated sigh, she laid back onto the bed.

"Well, I guess three rounds will have to suffice…"

/

Kazuya woke up in a daze. It took him a moment to realize that he was completely naked and he had no idea where his clothes might be. He looked up to an unfamiliar ceiling. Nothing seemed to ring a bell.

"Who's Jun?"

Startled, he turned his head to behold the woman from the bar with her deep red hair and lovely breasts. She was naked as well and he once again had a great view. Last night came back to him quickly after that. But what startled him the most was hearing Jun's name on another woman's voice. His expression was genuinely confused as if she had just demanded he engineer an entire rocket.

"You talk in your sleep, did you know that? Who's this Jun woman?"

"What did I say?" Kazuya asked intrigued.

The woman shook her head. "I couldn't understand it—it was pretty much gibberish save for that name. She's your wife, isn't she? Of course, the first guy who makes it to round 3 would have to be married."

"I'm not married," he said as he sat up, his eyes searching around the room for his clothes. "Not that it matters."

"Oh, but it does."

"You weren't so concerned last night."

"I wasn't the most attentive person last night. I was definitely a bit tipsy. Are you leaving so soon?"

"I need to find my clothes."

It was then that he saw his shirt scrunched under the pillow and his other pieces of clothing scattered about the bed entangled with hers.

"Fine. It's probably none of my business anyways."

He put on his outfit from last night as quickly as possible, but he did not leave immediately. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed. "I was married when she was alive. She died of breast cancer; late detection."

"I'm so sorry."

"Everyone says that when I tell them about her. It means they pity me. Is that how you feel about me now?"

"How long ago was this?" the woman asked instead of answering his question.

"Why does it matter?"

"It matters to me. You still dream about her. It must be recent."

"Who cares?"

The woman gave a short laugh. "Just having another pipe dream. I'm just some rebound chick for you. You were unhappy last night trying to drown yourself in your own sorrows and I come along. The only reason you came home with me was so you could be made to feel better if only for a little while. I'm just a one-night stand."

When he didn't say anything back, she climbed off of the bed and stood before him in all her nakedness. She was quite unashamed. Kazuya couldn't help but look. All attention was on her. She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top to trap him there.

"I'm sorry, did you have someplace to go?" she said slyly.

"No, not really." He hadn't even attempted to push her off. Somehow, he didn't feel the need. There was no reason to leave, not right now.

"Didn't think so," she said this as she began to massage him with her strong hands slowly leading into another lap dance.

This time he sat up as she eased off of him to a certain degree. Rhythmically she moved around and around, sometimes slow, sometimes fast until she felt his hardness. She went down lower, unzipping his pants so that she could get at her prize and she began to suck. He laid back then and let her do all the work. He was on cloud nine and couldn't remember any woman ever doing such things to him before. He found he liked it.

"And you call yourself an inside girl."

"As far as my friends know," she responded between mouthfuls.

"By the way, I might—

"I don't care if you come in my mouth, handsome." She continued unperturbed.

"I don't even know your name."

"I was wondering when you might ask for it—it's always a good sign. Leah Dawn. Yours?"

"Kazuya Mishima."

"I like it. It sounds important. Wait a minute…"

She paused longer than usual much to Kazuya's dissatisfaction. He found she had left his rod quite unattended as she came up to peer at him, but he used his hand to shove her back down again—not too gently, but not too hard. She got the picture.

"What is it?" Kazuya finally asked curious about her sudden surprise.

"You're that CEO, aren't you? You're practically a celebrity."

"I'm not. I try to stay out of the news."

"I know. I haven't even so much as seen a picture of you. A shame. I think the cameras would like you."

"CEOs aren't exactly popular news—people could care less."

"Well, I'm always curious about things like that especially about wildly successful corporations like yours."

"Should I have disguised my name then?"

"Oh, no, it's not a big deal really. It startled me is all. Rather dinky place to have been going to last night—not exactly upscale."

"I saw a place and I went to it. Wasn't looking for anyplace specific."

"I see." Her tongue began on a different pattern now. "Tell me about Jun."

"And why would you care to hear about her?"

"I don't. But if you had someone to talk to, you wouldn't be at random bars. So tell me about her. Besides, you might stay up longer…tell me about sex with her."

"That's rather intimate details…especially to someone I hardly know."

"Oh, don't hold out on me now. I want to hear. I'm sure you've been comparing me to her the whole time—you can't fool me."

"Fine," he said letting her win. He never imagined he would be saying such things aloud to anyone. "Jun was never all that good in bed. She was a clam. I had to put in a lot of effort to get her to open up. Very difficult to please. In fact, she was a virgin when I met her and I was her first."

"But not yours?"

"No. But that was a good thing else we'd be completely clueless. I had to get her at the right moment. She had to be in the right mood and I had to keep her in that mood. I don't do things roughly with her. I start slow, very slowly—maybe just kissing and caressing for half an hour. I have to cater to her or else she closes up again. The trick is getting her to relax and become…compliant. I have to distract her even as I insert. She doesn't like feeling uncomfortable not even for a moment. Once I'm inside her, still I'm careful with her. Too hard and she wants no more of it and nothing is worse than being told to stop in midstream. She'd done it before, that's how I know. It's horrible and embarrassing. So I don't ram her—I just continue to distract. She does like when I kiss her stomach. I save that for when I really need it which would be at this point. I do all the work. She responds in her own way. If I can get her to moan just once, I know I've done my job. She might wrap her arms around me. She might even move with me and copy my rhythm—it doesn't happen often. She kind of just lies there otherwise and allows me to do as I please up to a certain point. And when she wants to be done, I have to pull out. I hardly ever test my own limits with her—it never gets that far."

"That all sounds very…exhausting and unsatisfying. And you married this woman?"

"I didn't marry her for the sex, alright."

"I can see that. That's a lot of pent up energy."

"I can cope with most anything when it comes to women. For her, sex was far and in between. It was not at the top of her priorities."

"Why did you love her then? Why did you marry her? Physical attraction?" Leah had been right. He stayed up a lot longer when he was talking about Jun.

"No, not physical attraction, not really. She wasn't ugly, though. She was quite pretty."

"Beautiful?"

"No. Pretty. She had a nice face, a nice smile, soft hair, unguarded eyes. But her breasts were small along with the rest of her. She wasn't even someone I would typically be attracted to."

"And yet you loved her? Why?"

"It's indescribable. I was drawn to her for no particular reason. We didn't see eye to eye on many things. She was a good girl, though. Someone that I needed in my life. She was stubborn, full of energy, and deadest on changing me. I allowed her to do it. I knew that she was a good influence and that she truly cared. And she had a pleasant personality. I'd never met someone so…emphatic, so empathetic. I wanted her to stay in my life. I had no one else like that and I needed that."

"I see now…That's really quite…beautiful. Not many guys go for what they need…they go for what they want and that's the end of the story. Did you have any kids?"

"Just one, a son. Jun didn't want to go through the process of having another. I wasn't completely fond of having a child, but I thought he should have a sibling—someone to play with. Jin—that's his name—grew up on his own, sheltered from everyone else until I convinced Jun that it'd do him more harm than good to never have attended public school and meet his own peers. Jun was very protective. I thought she was being silly. It was an argument we had often until she gave in."

"He's still in school now?"

"Highschool."

"And I suppose he isn't doing so well now."

"Probably not, but his grades haven't suffered."

Leah stopped her activities when his erection fizzled out. Of course, she knew it would happen once they started talking about his son rather than his wife. His son was an obligation, his responsibility, not something to get aroused about. She zipped his jeans back up and sat down on her bed next to Kazuya. He sat up eventually.

"Let's go somewhere to eat," Kazuya said before she could say anything, "I'm starving."

"Alright, well, let me get myself ready, handsome."

She was indeed still naked and she wasn't going to eat any proper food until her mouth was properly cleaned.

/

Kazuya hardly mentioned the fact that he had left his car at the bar. He simply let her do the driving to any place that sold food. He wasn't a picky eater especially not now since everything had started tasting drab and the same. Even the smell of food didn't pique his senses. He hadn't eaten anything in days and had he not been starving, he might have skipped eating once again. Leah chose a small restaurant.

Now that she no longer wore her high heels, he noticed that she matched his height rather than tower over him. It was strange not having to look down but even this didn't bother him.

"So, are you paying?" she asked with one of her sly smiles.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Whether we can have a repeat of last night."

"You're lucky I'm not easily offended. Of course, we can. Most definitely, handsome. But that also depends."

"On what?" Kazuya asked warily.

"Oh, don't be like that. I wouldn't ask anything too outrageous. Depends on whether we can do other things as well. I think I'd have fun hanging out with you and it doesn't look like you have anything else to do besides. How does that sound?"

"I'm not opposed to it.

"Good."

"So what would you like?"

Leah smiled then. "You mean I can order anything off of here and you'd pay for it?"

"Anything."

"Any price range?"

"I don't care."

"Well," Leah said enjoying this breakfast even more.

Kazuya was quite amused by her giddiness just like a kid in a candy store. He was even more amused when she wind up getting one of the most inexpensive items there after looking through the entire menu claiming that it was her favorite hence the reason she had chosen this place.

"Isn't there something you wanted to ask me?" Leah said as they waited for their orders.

"What do you mean?"

"Well aren't you going to ask me if I'm a man or not?"

"Should I be asking that?" Kazuya asked with genuine confusion.

"I'm too tall, too muscular, all of that stuff. Every guy I've ever managed to date asked me that same question. Now it's your turn."

"But it's obvious. I've seen you."

"You mean to tell me that it didn't cross your mind?"

"Unless there's some secret you haven't told me I don't see what the big fuss is about."

Leah smiled then, stood up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"What was that for?" Kazuya asked when she got back to her seat.

"I think I like you even more."

Just then, Kazuya's cell began to ring. It took him a moment to realize that it was his and another to actually find it in one of his jean pockets. Caller ID read "Jin."

"Yes," Kazuya said quickly.

"Where the Hell have you been?" Jin asked with little pretense.

Kazuya couldn't remember if Jin had ever spoken to him in that tone, but he didn't feel like commenting on this fact. "I'm at a restaurant eating breakfast. Shouldn't you be at school?"

"Not until 9. Dad, I didn't see you at all yesterday and I didn't see you this morning. What was I supposed to think? You didn't even call."

"I wasn't aware I had to tell you every time I want to go somewhere."

Jin sighed exasperatedly through the phone. It sounded more like static. "You don't. It's just. Anything could have happened to you."

"Well, I don't plan on dropping dead anytime soon lest I get ran over by a bus."

"That's not funny."

"I'm taking your advice," Kazuya reminded the other.

"Are you alright? You're not in trouble are you?"

"Jin, I'm not going to give you a recount of what I've been doing. I'm fine, better than fine, so you can rest easy. I'll be back later on today."

"Okay. Until later then."

After he put his phone away and looked up, he found Leah grinning.

"Better than fine, you say? I'll take that as a compliment."

Their food eventually came and Kazuya practically inhaled his food. Gone was the lackluster taste of food. Everything had its own individual flavor and his taste buds were swimming in pure satisfaction. Leah giggled at his bad manners not at all put off by it—she simply continued at her own pace.

"Well, Kazuya," Leah began after she finally finished her food, "Much as I would like to keep hanging out with you—I have work to go to. I'll be late for sure, but I think it's a good tradeoff for such an entertaining time."

They exchanged numbers before it was all said and done. Leah took him back to his car and they parted ways. He decided he'd keep her around for now. She made for a good distraction. Even if he had eventually spoken of Jun, it hadn't felt at all painful. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Finally, he could say what was on his mind.

/

AN: Way more descriptive than I originally planned to get. Hope you enjoyed. ^^;