Everyone arrived in Guam safely, the entire plane ride after Tsukasa's strange move was spent in uncomfortable silence between the two. The taste of her sweet lip balm still lingered in his mouth. He didn't know what brought him to commit such act of bravery but he had finally done something his subconscious mind has been wanting. And now that he had a taste of her, he couldn't let it go. But now the problem became even greater, she hates him.
They were given their own rooms at the five-star hotel. Tsukushi unpacked what little she had and decided to shower first. She ran her finger across her lips, still able to feel that jolt of something inexplicable. She assumed it was disgust and hatred. She stood under the beating rays of water thinking. No, did I secretly enjoy that? Impossible. Why would he do that if he wasn't a genuine jerk? She was so confused.
She stepped out of the shower, and wrapped herself in a large towel. She walked out to the balcony and smiled as she saw the beautiful scenery of the crystal clear ocean, the warm sunlight, and a clear sky. She let her hair down from the towel that was holding it up and closed her eyes to soak up the sun. As she was enjoying her first taste of Guam, Tsukasa enjoyed his first look at her wearing nothing but a towel. He let his imaginations run wild of what could possibly be hidden under the simple sheet of material. "You don't have to make it that obvious that you've never been to Guam you know..." he tried to start a conversation with her in hopes of hopefully mustering up enough courage to apologize for his act earlier fueled by his lack of inhibitions.
She quickly turned to see who it was, surprised, without even saying a word she turned her back to leave. Tsukasa was a little hurt by this but he was too strong to let such tiny emotions put him out of balance.
That night, everyone decided to explore the local bar. Although they were underage, it seemed like there was no problem getting in. As the night grew on, they slowly began to drift away into their own pursuits but Tsukasa sat in a corner of the bar with his order of a drink and kept an eye on Tsukushi who seemed to have met a new friend. She had a drink in her hand which worried Tsukasa because he wasn't sure how she'd handle alcohol. That idiot, what does she think she is doing? She could be getting raped for all she knows if I hadn't been keeping an eye on her! He watched as the man tried to scoot his way closer to her. At first she seemed to be hesitant and scooting away from him until the alcohol had been setting in. Tsukasa could see that she was beginning to lean on this new man with her small hands delicately clinging onto his shirt. Then this man took her to her feet and walked her out of the bar. Furious and alerted, Tsukasa dashed out of the bar following right behind.
That stupid girl! She is putting me through such a hassle! He grabbed Tsukushi by her arm and yanked her out of the man's hold. "Ow, Tsu-ka-ssaa, dath hurrts" she was definitely drunk, slurring her words like that. "She's actually with me and it's getting late, we're heading back" Tsukasa said in proficient English. "Wait, wait, then what were you doing letting her chat away the night with another man huh? You can't have her! She's mine for the night!" the angry man threw a punch with Tsukasa swiftly dodged. He carefully put Tsukushi down by a curb and threw his hardest punches.
"You think you're so tough huh?" the man grabbed a thick wooden bat from his car and began attacking Tsukasa. After receiving a few gut wrenching blows, Tsukasa firmly fought back. With his last remaining strength, he pushed the man back to his car and wrapped his hands around his neck. "You better watch out the next time you try to date rape another woman!" Then Tsukasa spat on the man's car, picked up Tsukushi and walked back to the hotel. Realizing he didn't know where Tsukushi kept her room key, he took her to his room.
She clung onto him like a helpless baby. She was wearing a simple tank top and short denim shorts. He laid her down on his bed and went to shower and change his bloody clothes. After he stepped out of the shower he threw on some shorts and a shirt to pour water into a glass cup. He brought it over to Tsukushi to help her drink it. Tomorrow she'll feel terrible for sure, but there was nothing he could really do. "Mmm, Tsukasa..." she almost moaned his name as she tried to lift her heavy and tired head to drink the water. The way she moaned his name sent his body an alerting bolt of electricity. She was so vulnerable and helpless. He could just take her like this right now and she wouldn't even remember tomorrow morning. He could really do it, because in the end, what does this poor commoner mean to him anyways besides to provide him some entertainment?
Lost deep in his thoughts he accidentally poured the water on to her. Her shorts were soaking and he immediately took them off without thinking what he was doing. Then he realized, that he was in for more trouble than he thought. Her feminine hips were exposed and her slender legs were stretched out on the bed. "Tsukasa, you're a real asshole" she slowly slurred the words as he tried to cover her with the blanket. She threw a little tantrum, a cute one, "no, no, no! I'm hot, I don't want a blanket!" She even began to lift her tank top up, but Tsukasa's subconscious mind wouldn't allow her to expose herself unwillingly to him. He held her shirt down and leaned in to whisper in her ear "no, don't do that Tsukushi, you don't know what I'll do next." "Try me, you noodle haired boy, I'm not scared of youu." She continued to slurr and this drove Tsukasa insane.
Sure, there has been lots of girls thrown at him begging for attention but none like this one. There was something about the way she is so confident, outgoing, and strong yet delicate. Tsukasa figured it wouldn't hurt to lay next to her until she fell asleep. He crawled onto the empty side and provided an arm pillow for her. He studied the curves of her face and how long and neat her eyelashes were. Her cheeks were red from the alcohol and just enough cleavage was visible from her tank top. When he realized he couldn't take this any more, he stood up off the bed and headed towards the balcony.
She allowed herself to hungrily grope all around his well-developed chest. It was broad, firm, and yet soft. His skin was smooth and he smelled addictive. She sat straddling him enjoying every bit of him inside her. She rocked back and forth forcing their hips to grind against one another as he guided her with his massive hands on her tiny waist.
"Mmm…" she threw her head back in an overload of pleasure and continued. She took a hold of his hands and slowly guided them up her flat stomach, ribs, and her breasts. While she let him feel her, she brought her own hands back to his hips to make sure her rocking was steady and powerful.
Realizing he was about to reach his peak, he quickly flipped her over onto the bed, dominating over her. She felt his entire weight on her, it was hard for her to breath. She let out rough, sporadic moans as he thrust deeper with strength. She spread her legs a bit wider to increase the penetration. She could see the fire in his eyes, the way he was staring at her, all over her made her burn and ache for more of his love and attention.
She arched her back to get closer and wrapped her tiny hands around his neck, digging her fingers into his curly hair. "Oh god, Tsukasa, I can't take this anymore!"
Tsuksuhi shot up, wide-awake, sweating from the "nightmare" the next morning. She was also greeted by a terrible feeling inside her stomach. Like she had consumed a live animal and it's been twisting inside until she barfed it back up. What was that about? I can't believe I would even think about making love to that nasty! Ugh, this is so disturbing! She looked around the room and got up to take a shower. Walking like a zombie, she made her way to the bathroom to realize that all her stuff was missing. She ran out of the bathroom to look for an extra pair of underwear in her suitcase, which she couldn't even find. Huh? What is going on? Did the hotel maid take my stuff away? She questioned to herself as she spotted an unfamiliar Louis Vuitton luggage bag under a table. Doumyouji Tsukasa it read. She sprang up and took a closer look around the room, all hotel rooms look the same but this wasn't hers. She hurried to run out of the room and reached into her shorts for the room key. Oh my god. Where are my shorts? She stood in the middle of the hotel hallway in a tank top and underwear. Great, this is such a horrible trip! She tucked herself away, crunched up in a ball in front of her room door, half-hoping to run into someone who can help.
"Soujiro, you'd never know, last night was one of the best nights I've had on vacations!" Tsukasa heard a familiar voice come from across the hall. "Akira, the girl you left the bar with looked like man on heels," bluntly admitted Rui. Akira looked at him with a hurtful face and the F4 burst out laughing. Tsukushi wanted to melt and seep into the carpet at this moment. "Ey look! That's Tsuku-chan! What are you doing on the floor?" A little annoyed by the self-proclaimed pet name but relieved that it was Rui of all people, she stood up. "I...I... don't have my room key... I think it's in my pants... in Doumyouji's room..." She slowly recited as she turned a bright shade of pink and so did Tsukasa. "Ohhh, our little boy has become a man! Getting his fair share of actions!" Soujiro congratulated him with a sturdy pat on the back. "It's not like that! We didn't do anything!" Tsukasa barked back, "I would never in a million years we caught dead with a guy like that for my first..." too late to stop herself, Tsukushi covered her mouth.
"Wow, this is interesting, so our little Tsuku-chan is still a proud member of the V-Club!" Akira exclaimed, "perfect, we figured it's about time for Tsukasa to retire from the honorary memb..." with a powerful punch across the face Akira stopped dead on his track. Tsukushi couldn't help but blush at the reminded memory of her dream. She really hoped that none of them were able to see through her mind. Without a word, Tsukasa walked into his room to grab her some-what neatly folded shorts. He handed them to her without a smile. She snatched it away and fumbled through the pockets to find the key.
Tsukushi sat in the bathtub full of warm water thinking about the dream. It felt so real, I could almost feel the sensations all over again...But in the end, it's still pretty disgusting. I can't believe I let myself think that far! She sunk her embarrassed self under the water as she held her breath and closed her eyes. The feeling of being underwater was serene. All she heard what her thoughts, all she saw were her thoughts, and all she felt was her thoughts. "Makino!" she heard herself call, "Makino!" she called herself again, but weird, because she didn't. Suddenly someone pulls her out of the water in a rush. She screams as she panics, naked. "Ahh! What are you doing? You creeper, pervert!" She managed to jump away from Tsukasa's grip and launched for a towel. She hastily wrapped herself with a large towel and glared up at him. "Why do you always do just the right things to make me hate you more and more?" she yelled at him. Frozen by the scene Tsukasa slowly made out "You… you took so long to get ready! We've been waiting for you to go checkout downtown! Then you looked like you were drowning in your own tub!"
"I never asked for your help, I'm not an idiot who'd drown in a tub or a depressed child trying to commit suicide! But come to think about the fact that I still have 4 days with you on this island makes me want to!" She furiously shouted with her fists in the air. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" her eyes began to tear up a bit out of frustration. Oh god, is she crying because of me? What should I do? Should I hug her or turn around and leave? A million questions ran through Tsukasa's head. So far the trip for Tsukushi has been a disaster, and the only thing she wished right now was to go home.