A/N: Chapter 3 is up! PLZ ENJOY ;3

I pressed the doorbell and stuffed my hands into my pockets, fidgeting. How did I get myself into this situation again? Oh right, my ex impulsively invited me to a college reunion party. Most probably, it was to keep up her good-girl image to her fiance. If not, maybe she wanted to rub her new "improved" life in my face. I mean, looking at this 3 storey mansion she was already doing a pretty good job. Great.

A smiling Mochida opened the door. "Kishinuma! Welcome!" he said, reaching his hand out. I shook it. "Thanks a lot. Your house is … nice," I said, putting it mildly. "Well, thanks for that! Paid a lot for it, so that means a lot," he said, showing off his white teeth. Is that a thing with smart people? That all of them have freaking bleached teeth? Or maybe nice people? He is really nice. It makes me feel kinda guilty about crushing my coffee cup because of him.

"Please, come on in! Most of the guests are here already!" Mochida said, fully opening the door. I bowed and muttered "Ojamashimasu," before stepping inside and taking off my jacket.

I was met by about 20 different faces and modern indie music playing around in the background, just barely being heard over the conversations. Ah, I do actually recognize a few of these people. Morishige! Hm, he quit wearing glasses. And his hair's shorter. Who else … Pft, is that Shinohara? Her hairstyle hasn't changed much. Oh … Is that Nakashima?

With a yellow sundress and her bangs clipped away from her face with bobby pins Nakashima talked with Ayumi while sipping on a glass of sparkling golden champagne. She's grown. Not in the same way as Ayumi, though. Kinda like she became more feminine. The two of them were best friends back in the day, so it was only natural that we got talking while we were together. She seemed nice, so it won't be a problem if I start talking with her.

I slightly panicked when I suddenly caught Nakashima looking at me.

"Kishinuma!" she blurted out. I gave her a crooked smile and waved at her. She waved towards herself, telling me to join in. I mentally sighed and walked towards the two.

"I haven't seen you in forever! How're you doing?" she asked, smiling at me. For a moment, I forgot that Ayumi was there right next to her. "Oh, um … I've been doing well. And you?" I asked. "Great! I've started working as a nurse. And you're in the music business?" she asked. I nodded. "It's nice to have a job you really enjoy," I said. She laughed, throwing a glance at Ayumi, making her pay some attention to me. "Welcome, Yoshiki," she said in a lukewarm voice. I nodded, biting my lip. Not just because I was nervous. She looked good. Like really good. It was simple. A black t-shirt with short and round sleeves as well as a black skirt with flower prints. Her legs were bare, making me think of those days again. Fuck.

"Would you like a glass of champagne?" she asked. "Ah … Yes, please," I hesitated. Believe it or not, I'm not a big fan of drinking in front of people. When I do, it's by myself and usually just a few cans of beer. "Ayumi Ayumi, bring one for me too!" Nakashima sang out, laughing. And she's a nurse? What a role model. "Sigh … Don't drink too much, Naomi. I won't be the one to drag you home if you do," she muttered and went to the kitchen.

I was left alone with Nakashima. Or well, there were people around us. It just felt like we were alone. "You know, I don't feel like you've changed that much Kishinuma. Except for your hair," Nakashima said. "Oh. You noticed?" I asked and chuckled. "Mhm. It's much lighter. And radiant," she said and laughed. I started bleaching my hair during high school, but back then it was much more of a honey-like color. Since I graduated college, I've used a little heavier amount, so I went from honey to ice. I don't regret it one bit. "I kinda remember you for being the one with the sharp eye. Thanks Nakashima," I said. She furrowed her brows. "Naomi is okay," she said. "Yoshiki is too," I said, smirking. Oh my god, when did I become such a ladies' man?

Ayumi returned with Naomi's glass refilled and a brand new one for me. "Here you og. Please enjoy yourselves," she said half-heartedly and left almost immediately. Geez, she wasn't this cold to Naomi a minute ago …

"Guess we're left alone again," I mumbled, taking a sip. The champagne burned my throat as it went down. "Does it bother you?" Naomi asked. Oh lord … She's really trying. "No. You?" I asked. She narrowed her eyes at me and gave me a smug smile. "Not anymore."

After that, I tried to listen to her speaking. It was a little difficult, even though I was genuinely interested in what she had to say. It was just that Ayumi was a few feet behind her, passionately talking to Mochida. Distracting. Too distracting. It was especially hard to look away when she laughed. I couldn't remember the last time I saw her smile and laugh like that.

Was she actually … happy?

"Yeah so, if you don't mind … Wanna keep in touch? We should definitely og out sometime. If you don't already have anyone, that is …" Naomi said, reaching out her phone towards me. "Ah …" My mind was muddled with confusion and irritation, but I heard what she said. I think. "No uh … I'm not dating anyone," I said, clumsily taking her phone out of her hands and reaching down to give her my own. "Really? I must say, Ayumi has some guts to invite her ex to a reunion. But then again, she does have decency," Naomi said and giggled. "Hah … I guess," I muttered, typing my number as fast as I could. After giving our phones back to each other, Naomi raised her glass.

"Care for another drink?"

"Oh my god, shut uuuuuuup … I can still drink…! *gulp*", Naomi hummed out while having trouble keeping her balance. I'd been keeping her company for as long as I could, but almost everyone had gone home by then, so I was starting to get annoyed.

"I thought she warned you about drinking too much. Aren't you a nurse?" I asked. "Yeeeeeah …Hihi," Naomi sang out and collapsed on the couch. Ayumi was busy cleaning up, so Mochida decided to step in.

"I can take her home, if you two don't mind being alone for a while," he suggested. "Really? I was planning on leaving, so thanks a lot," I said, nodding. Mochida smiled and shot a glance at Ayumi. "Are you fine with that, beautiful?" I clenched my fists. "Yeah, sure … Just be quick, please," Ayumi asked. Ouch. Mochida laughed and went to her side to give her a light kiss, making my knuckles go white. After picking up Naomi from the couch, he said his goobyes and left.

"Didn't you say that you were leaving soon?" Ayumi asked. "Yeah. But now I want to stay," I said, giving her an exaggerated smile. "Unbelievable," she groaned out and rolled her eyes. Wow, she really does hate me. "Ayumi … Stop being so mean," I mumbled and poked out my bottom lip. "I'm not being mean!" she yelled out, putting away the sponge she used to wash the dishes. "Really? Then what are you being?" I asked. "I'm being reasonable, that's what! You're just being childish!" she said and looked annoyed at me. I leaned back in the couch and smiled.

"This is exactly what we used to fight about back in college. Absolutely nothing."

Ayumi didn't answer. She just looked at me with her arms crossed while leaning her back against the sink. After a couple of seconds she started to quietly laugh, much to my surprise. "That seems about right," she said. Now that's weird. She's okay with me bringing up our relationship?

"By the way … What happened to your hand?" she asked, starting another conversation. She even sat down on the couch, but as expected, not very close to me. "Um … Just a little accident," I vaguely said. "What happened?" she asked further. "I burned myself … and got cut too," I explained. "Huh …" she said. "So it was not from beating a random guy up?"

I looked at her with widened eyes. "Ayumi, those days are over now! Geez, I'm not a teenager anymore!" I said, angrily. "Puh. Are you saying that you were a teenager when you were 20?" she asked. I sighed. "I'm not talking about just that time … I beat pretty much anyone up while I was in high school," I muttered. She didn't add anything to that sentence. However, she did say: "I know you're not like that anymore. I just know that you have a bit of a temper." I guess that sort of was a compliment. I looked at her with the most sincere gaze I could muster up.

"Then why did you date me?"

It was more silent that it had ever been before, it felt like. She looked back at me with a gaze that said: "Are you being serious?" "Or furthermore," I added. "Why did you just dump me like that?"

Sorry, but … I'm breaking up with you.

What?

I'm tired of this. And I'm pretty sure you're tired too.

Ayumi, if this is a joke it's not f-

Just stop it. I'm being serious. I can't do this anymore. So please, just … Leave me alone for now.

"It just wasn't going to work," she eventually replied and leaned back. The half-heartedness was making me angry. "How dare you?" I whispered, struggling not to start shouting at her. "Are you telling me that everything we built, shared and did together was for nothing? Wasn't it all for a long future together?"

Ayumi just looked at me with an empty gaze. That only made me angrier.

"Do you know …" I started and even went closer and closer to her, threateningly. "…how much you meant to me? Are you aware of how much you broke me? How I felt after you just threw me away and never replied to my texts or answered my calls?!"

"Yoshiki. Back off!"

I had one arm on each side of her body, not letting her escape my grip.

"How would you like to pay?"

With my mind clouded with wanting, I grabbed her chin and shoved my lips into hers. She slipped away the first time. "Stop it! Let go of me!" she yelled out and raised her fist at me, hitting my cheek and neck. It actually hurt, but I took a hold of both of her wrists and pushed her back in the couch, trying one more time.

This time it worked.

With lips of steel, I trapped her in a kiss I'd been longing for ever since she slipped away from me in college. She let out her voice in my mouth, gasping for breath. "Yo- Mm!" I didn't let her speak. I was never going to let go of her from then on. She was all mine. All mine.

I lifted her up from the couch bridal style and walked out of the living room. "Where's your bedroom?" I asked. Ayumi's eyes shot up. "Yoshiki! Are you being serious right now?!" she yelled, angry. Yeah, what am I doing …? This is wrong on so many levels. I'm practically forcing myself on her. This is exactly what Miki told me not to do, but …

After a few minutes of looking, I finally found a room with a tall queen-sized bed. Bingo. "You're going to regret this!" she warned me with a sharp glare after I laid her down on the bed. I cupped her cheek in my hand with a smile and whispered:

"No I'm not."

Running my hands through her long hair with one hand, my lips found their way to her thin neck, caressing it. Heh … this brings back memories. Obviously, I'd done this with her before. Even the first time was amazing, so doing it now would be similar, right …? Except for the part that she actually despises me.

I pushed down the sleeves of her shirt and pulled it down along with her skirt, leaving her only in her red undergarments. "You know …" I whispered and grabbed a gentle hold of each leg and looked up at her. "I couldn't stop looking at your legs tonight … They're hot." "Y-Yoshiki …" she breathed out, her body trembling when I ran my lips along her inner thighs. It looks like she's cooling down. "Nn …! Nnaaah …" she squealed out, shyly pressing her legs together. God … So cute.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and rested my face right between her mounds, looking up at her with narrowed eyes. Hers were bleary and nervous as she looked back at me. I grinned and snuck my hand downwards, past her stomach and in between her thighs, making her squirm.

"Yoshiki …! A-Aaaah …! I-I can't …." she moaned out, shifting her face from right to left numerous times. W-Wow … I used to sleep with her all the time, but now … I've never seen her look like this. So feverish. So aroused. So free. So … unbelievably sexy.

With my own clothes off and my legs wrapped around her own, I looked down at her warm eyes. This was completely different from earlier. Every ounce of resistance was completely gone, for some reason.

She reached out her arms towards me as if she was begging me.

"H-Hurry …!"

My desires were fulfilled and I'd finally gotten a good night's rest in peace with Ayumi sleeping next to me. I couldn't believe what I'd done. The cat was out of the bag. Now, every time I try to resist, it's useless. Now I know for sure that I haven't moved on. Ayumi is still on my mind.

It was still dark out, so I had woken up in the middle of the night. Is Ayumi sleeping? I turned around and saw her long and pale back turned towards me. Guess she is … Better og back to sleep too. I turned around again and laid down in a comfortable position, closing my eyes. As I was drifting to sleep, I thought I heard a quiet whimpering from beside me, but I was too tired to mind too much.

Was she … crying?

A/N: Well this chapter was longer than usual. What are your thoughts though, I'm curious! Go ahead ans sound off in the reviews :)Hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next chapter ;3