Chapter 2

Futaba pushed Kou away with as much force as she could muster. How could i just kiss him like that?/ Confused about her feelings, she grabbed her bag and started walking towards the club exit. It wasn't long before she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder.

Kou wanted to be forgiven more then anything in the world, but how was he supposed to explain himself? He'd dissapeared for 4 years afterall, trying to create a better life for him and Futaba but in the end, making everything worse. After chasing her to the exit and placing his hand on her shoulder to slow her pace, she stopped suddenly. Turned to face him and muttered a few words under her breath.

"What?" he asked, leaning towards her over the heavy bass inside the club.

"I said. My place, or yours?" Futaba replied, bluntly and with her face down.

Of course men of Kou's age will take this as an invitation, of a sexual nature. But he didn't want that just yet. As much as he'd dreamt about Futaba in that way, they needed to talk. Badly.

"Let's go to mine, it's only up the road. We can talk properly there" Kou suggested.

Futaba nodded slowly and followed Kou as he made his way up the street. She felt sick. Sick to the stomach. Was she nervous? Happy? Terrified? Probably all three. She never dreamed of this happening, and for Kou to be living so close by? all this time? She had alot of questions.

When they reached his apartment door, Kou froze when he inserted his key, probably finally realized what was actually going on. The love of his life, was standing right behind him, waiting to talk to him for the first time in 4 years of not making any contact. Opening the door, he gestured Futaba inside first.

The apartment was clean looking, not much mess. But somthing caught her eye, a familiar photograph from when Kou and Futaba had first started dating. At the sight her eyes filled with tears, He'd had this all along?

Futaba was sat on a the sofa while Kou made some drinks in the kitchen. After preparing the refreshments, he made his way over to her, placed the drinks down and took a seat beside her on the sofa. Both of them wondering who will be the first to talk and say their peice.

"So..." Futaba started.

"I feel like i should explain myself." Kou intermitted.

"Can you start with why you left me?" she replied sharply, giving her unique aggressive glare. Which he had missed, so much.

"It sounds stupid now, but i did it for us."

"US? HOW ON EARTH WAS IT FOR US? YOU DIDNT EVEN TELL ME YOU WERE GOING ABROAD!" Futaba screamed, getting to her feet, and getting ready to grab her bag once again to make a sharp exit. But this time it was cut-off by two large arms enveloping her into a tight embrace.

Feeling patters of wetness on her hair, to what she could only assume to be Kou's tears, she heard his sobs.

"I am so so sorry, i loved you and wanted to give you the best man, the man that you deserve, someone intelligent with a good job, not some low-life like me, and when i had failed in doing that, i was too embarrassed to face you after i had hurt you so badly, I love you Futaba, i still love you!"

Pulling away and staring into her eyes, he waited for the reply he longed to hear.

With the hair from her fringe covering her eyes, she managed to hide her eyes yet again welling with tears. How she had longed to hear those words.

"I..."

Kou's eyes widened.

"I love you too, Kou."

That was it. He snatched her lips with his and began to kiss her like he'd just taken a sip of water after a 4 year drought, and was desperate for more. She was returning his kisses with a great deal of her own passion and longing. How long had it been?

Yet sudden realisation hit them both. They were no longer teenagers. Things develop into more serious situations at their age. Not that either of them would regect the idea.

Futaba decided that she would make the first move, as she could sense he was holding back, probably for her sake.
Undoing the first few buttons to his shirt, she had a clear view of his sculpted chest. His eyes had gone dark, unsure what to do, he didnt want to do anything she didnt want to, he owed her so much over the past few years, he couldnt beleive she wanted to share her love with him like this. Futaba lifted her dress over her head, leaving her standing in nothing but her bra and panties. She had a womans figure now, fuller breasts, wider hips, and of course, her unforgetably long legs.

Futaba couldn't beleive how confident she had become. Walking away from a breatheless Kou, she headed towards his bedroom, the door was open and she could see his bed, again, the picture of the two as teens was framed on the bedside table. He'd never forgotten her.

Kou had a perfect view of her ass while she walked, plump and round, perfect for grabbing. What a beautiful woman she had become. He felt dissapointed that he'd missed her changes. Walking slowly behind her, she stopped when entering the bedroom.

She turned to face him, the space between them decreasing by the second. They looked into eachothers eyes once again before bringing their faces together for a deep kiss. Their lips locked, they fell onto the bed together, not bothering with the covers, eachothers warmth was enough.

"Kou.. Kou, stop" Futaba said in a stange tone, breaking the kiss.

"What's wrong?" Kou expression had changed to a worried one, had he hurt her?.

"I still havent.. done it before" biting her lip, her face flushed with embarresment, she covered her face with her free arm.

"I haven't either, no one made me feel the way you did. I did promised not to love anyone but you didn't i?" Kou said sweetly, his face also flushed. Pulling her arm from her face and placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

Futaba put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him gently. gradually moving her finger down his body, helping him remove his trousers.

Kissing and clutching eachother, they expressed their love and how much they missed eachother in many different ways.