Chapter 2


Life went on as it tends to do and the weeks rolled by. In Tokyo, fans, friends and family mourned the loss of the two people they now knew to be Kuon Hizuri and Kyoko Mogami-Todoh. An inattentive mother and childhood friend battered themselves over guilt and regret. A photo surrounded by a gilded frame and flowers was profusely apologized to and incense wafted through the clear air everyday during those weeks.

Fans would learn from the friends and families of the stars of the circumstances of their youth and charities helping troubled youth, orphans and single parents were set up in their names. A good portion of the support for those charities coming from 80% of Shotaro Fuwa's earnings from every release hence and 50% of the earnings of Hizuri and Todoh. The rest from their respectful, mourning fans that wanted desperately to show their lost idols how much they loved, missed and respected them for all of the troubles they had suffered in life.


He chuckled and flicked her hair as they ate their evening meal by the fire in their new little home. She had actually done quite well decorating the cave considering the circumstances. They had made bowls, plates, weaved mats to sleep on and Kuon had found the parachute that they had used, washed up on the shore and they now used that as a blanket. Kyoko had made them shoes from the breadfruit bark strips along with some cloth for scant clothing. Kuon had found a few sharp stones, made some knives to cut with and a spear for fishing.

She giggled. "Why did you do that?"

"It's growing out." He kissed her cheek and she blushed.

She ruffled his hair as she stood to wash their bowls in the water she had set aside for the task earlier. "So is yours. The dye is fading." She smirked. "I think I like it better this way." Her voice had a lilt to it that surprised him a little and she had a twinkle in her eyes before she looked away.

He cleared his throat and pushed a naughty thought to the back of his mind. "So... What are we doing tomorrow?"

She looked up and pondered as she set their bowls to dry. "We do need more salt for the meats. So you can do that while I get some more bark for the blankets I'm making." She pulled out a really soft piece of beige cloth and he ran his hands over it.

"Wow, how did you do that?" He smiled with pride and wonder.

She giggled. "I beat the crap out of it, but it worked in the end. The fibers came out really nice." She explained.

He made note. I might need to find something she can use as dye for it. Maybe make her a few needles from the fish bones. He was quickly discovering how very resourceful his woman was. Yes, my woman...

He smiled and a familiar look sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes slowly closed as his fingers gently traced the soft lines of her face and she sighed as his lips found hers. His tongue gently teased her lips to part and they both let out a sigh of contentment as they fell into each other's arms on the bed that they had made.

"I love you, Kuon." She breathed out softly as their lips parted and his hands trailed down her soft skin.

"I love you so much, Kyoko." He whispered into her ear as his lips left little traces of fire down her neck and he nuzzled the cloth away from her breast, then took the firm little bud into his mouth and suckled from it. Her back arched and she gasped at the sensation. He took the moment to wrap his arms more tightly and pull her closer to him and enjoy the feel and flavor of her in his mouth, her warm skin on his.

She whimpered in pleasure and whispered his name breathlessly, wrapping her siren's song of pleasure around his mind in a lusty haze. His lips trailed back up her neck and gently claimed her lips in passion once again. "I want you so much Kyoko." He murmured into her ear as he gently nipped.

"I want you, Kuon... Please." She panted out. She wanted to feel him close to her, on her and in her. "I want to feel you Kuon..." With those words breathed from her lips, any restraint he may have had was gone.

Through the night and into the early hours they pleasured one another with their bodies. Fingers tangled together and her lithe legs wrapped him in an erotic embrace, holding him tightly as her hips met his with each thrust, ending in a personal fireworks display of love, lust and passion then gently floating down in a hazy cloud of contentment.

As one would think of young lovers trapped on a quiet little lonely island, they would occupy themselves, when not toiling with the chores of hunting, gathering and manufacturing of the things that they needed, with each other.


It took him quite a while of careful carving, gentle polishing with fine sands and several different materials, before it was satisfactory, but here it was in the palm of his hand. A ring. A perfect little iridescent ring that he would put on her third left finger and ask her to be his forever. Of course, it wouldn't be a wedding in the traditional sense but it was just the two of them and they didn't need the approval of anyone else, unless you counted the flora and fauna of the island. He looked at the little ring again, strung it onto his necklace that he had managed to keep over the past months from their old life, then looked back over to the perfect female sitting on the bank of the little pond, washing the basket of feathers she had collected from old bird's nests to stuff the pillows she was making. He smiled softly, he would give it to her later.

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As she washed the little feathers in the basket that she had made, she was pondering a troublesome thought. She wasn't certain if it had been stress or, some unknown cause or, the most obvious, but it was the third month she had missed her cycle. She was worried. What would she do? What would they do if it were a baby? Would he want one? What would his reaction be to her suspicions?

"Something wrong, Koi?" He murmured in her ear as he sat on the bank next to her and ran his fingers through the clean feathers.

She jumped a little and let out a tiny gasp. "Kuon, you startled me."

He chuckled and fingered her hair. It was growing quickly, he noticed. She seemed different. She smelled more enticing, her skin seemed to glow, her curves were more defined and her breasts seemed to have filled out a bit more. His instincts were telling him something, but he just wasn't quite sure what they were saying to him.

He turned away from her and sneakily took her ring from his necklace and turned back. "Close your eyes." He told her and she gave him a curious look. "Please?"

She sighed and felt him take her left hand. She felt something cold and smooth slide onto her ring finger and felt a cloud of butterflies sore through her.

"Okay." He told her and kissed the ring. "You can open your eyes now." He sounded nervous.

She opened her eyes and they went wide at the beautiful ornament he had crafted for her by hand. "Kuon?"

"Will you be my wife? Officially?" He asked still a little nervous.

She beamed beautifully and leapt into his arms. "Of course!" She kissed him with tears in her eyes. "Of course I will." She pulled away from him slightly. "You've already made me feel that you want me in that way. Safe. Loved... Thank you Kuon." She kissed him again and he chuckled holding her tightly.

"Thank you so much, Kyoko." He nuzzled into her hair and sighed contentedly. "Thank you."