This is just a small note. I was just wondering is anyone reading this story? I really want to know if my writing style is that boring, considering that I want to be a writer. I would love someone, anyone to review or flame or whatever. Just something to help me improve. Please.

P.s this is just smut…. So be forewarned

Disclaimer: I do not own Hana Kimi.

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Mizuki's point of view

I still feel that morning, even now in Chemistry, I feel that morning after we… I don't know how to explain how one feels a morning, but I feel it. Maybe it is a compilation of memories and remembrances that make up the feeling of a morning, or maybe it is the way the wind and light form your surroundings. I think they call it nostalgia. That's it I am nostalgic. I try to forget, to wash myself clean, but I haven't forgotten. My skin hasn't forgotten his fingers tracing over me in circles, my eyes the beauty of his body, and my ears the way he spoke my name. I don't think I ever will. It has been almost a week since that night, that morning, and all the time in-between. The Monday after that night, I changed seats, citing bad eyes as the cause, a lie. I just could not sit next to him. I've been avoiding him, both at school and home. It's wrong I know, but I can't face him, not now, maybe never. My days are planned around his days, my paths planned opposite of his. But I can't deny, that sometimes I wish he would catch me. I wish he would be in my path, at my door, or on my floor again. I want him, I do. Perhaps that's the most defined memory of all, desire, and that's because it's not a memory at all. It is my current state of being, and has been for the past week. Though now I Sit next to Sano, and laugh and smile at all the appropriate times. Did I mention, Sano finally asked me out, I guess the plan worked, but at what cost.

Umeda's point of view

Snapshots, snapshots of that night, are always flooding my mind. Her naked, her beneath me, her twisting in ecstasy- is what I see all day and night. I enjoyed it, so much so it is grotesque. My body is always half aroused, even staring at her damn back almost makes me lose it. I've become the guy who jerks off in the bathroom stall between classes, the loser who always carries a notebook. I am pitiful. I masturbate before I sleep and after I wake up, to an encore of that night in my mind. Here we go again, I am becoming hard. Fuck Sano. That asshole finally asked her out, or maybe I am the asshole. That's who she wants, Sano, not me. I'm gay for crying out loud, so why am I stressing over a girl, Mizuki, my dearest friend. I hate when they laugh, and even more when they leave together. I can't help but wonder if they've slept together. Did she tell him, maybe I should. Does she scream his name like she did mine, I hope not. Does she think about me while she's with him, I pray to whatever god is out there that she does. I hate Chemistry.

"Ashiya?" The teachers voice snapped both out of their private thoughts.

"Yes sir"

"Would you go to the third floor storage and retrieve some flasks, about 20." He paused as he thought it over. "Umeda please go with her, and help her carry them." She rose first of the two, hesitating for a few seconds unsure of how to handle the situation, before she walked towards to door with haste. He stood well after she had exited. Walking down towards the front, he paused and smiled at Sano, then continued out the door.

They walked in silence, there was really nothing to say. She walked ahead, and he always stayed two lengths behind. Finally reaching the third floor, Mizuki almost ran to the storage room door, and slid it open. Get in, get out, and get back. She entered and began to search for the boxes. The door shut behind him, and she heard the lock click into place.

He watched her as she moved over the labels, searching for the items they needed. She bent down, to look on the lower shelf, and he couldn't help but notice how short her skirt really was. So short he noticed the lace of something very familiar. He moved away from the door, with each step he felt his stiffness more and more. When he was behind her, he ran his hand up her thigh, just like the last time. She gasped and backed into the wall. "Umeda….." He'd had enough of this stupid ignorance she was putting on. He pushed his body against hers, crushing her in between the wall and himself.

"Umeda stop." Her voice wavered, her eyes closed, and her mouth parted with an exhaled breath.

"No" His voice was firm.

Mizuki placed her palms against his chest and push half heartedly. "Stop…. Sano."

"FUCK SANO!" He cut her off, as grasped the crouch of her panties in his hand, ripping the lace apart. He slid his fingers into her, to find her already wet. "Are you thinking of Sano now?" Something inside him snapped, at that thought. He removed his hand and pulled at the fabric of her shirt, freeing it from its buttons, and exposing her fully to him. "Were you thinking of him then?" His voice grew desperate.

"We don't have to pretend anymore, I am with Sano." The words hurt to say, she wanted him now.

His tongue flicked against her nipple, and her body arched from the wall. Her breath quickened, and her hands clenched to his shirt. "who's pretending…." He replied as he bit down on her breasts, leaving trails of blood and saliva.

Tears began to brim her eyes, as pain and pleasure mixed within her. "Umeda….uhhhh.." She ripped open his shirt, and raked her nails against his flesh.

"errr." This was it, she wanted it, and he would give it to her. He would make her desire nobody else but him. Pants became unfastened, and a skirt hiked up. He entered her with no hesitation.

"Oh God…." Her voice was deep and throaty. He liked it like that. A flush a liquid came down, she had already cum.

"Your so fast… Sano doesn't satisfy you?" He whispered into her ear. "Say my name…say it's me you want" He moved fast and hard within her. His mouth sucked at her neck leaving bruised flesh in its wake.

She felt herself at another peak already. " Umeda" She hissed through clench teeth.

Suddenly his hand was at the back of her head, as her pulled her into a kiss. She parted her mouth and her slid his tongue in. Her trembling hand grasped each side of his face, and moved into his hair. He pushed in causing her to go over the edge. "AHHH ….Hokuto!" She cried out as she felt it crash over her in waves. He heard her cry out his name in the middle of her ecstasy. Excitement pulsed through him, he pulled out of her and rushed her over towards the table. He pushed her down, bending her over before him. Re-entering her, his placed his fingers on her clit, rubbing the flesh in circles.

Her entire body convulsed from the intense pleasure, while her mind struggled to focus. She felt herself close once more. "Hokuto… please… fuck me….."

He complied with pumping and groping faster. It was on him within a second, sweet release filled him. She came right after him, and once again she screamed his name. They both fell to the floor, breathing heavily. Their eyes met, as their chests heaved up and down. His grabbed her wrist, and pulled her over to him. "Mizuki…." He kissed her.

A banging on the door, made them part.

"OY! Guys, are you ok?" It was Nakastu.

Panic set in as they fumbled with buttons, and ties. "Yeah ….we just had trouble finding the boxes." Umeda shouted out.

"Why's it locked?" Nakastu questioned.

"Oh it must be jammed." Mizuki answered, as she had finished adjusting herself. She walked over and let the blonde in.

Umeda was already pulling out boxes. "Here Nakastu carry one."

"It smells funny in here…." The blonde sniffed at the air, with a confused look on his face.

"Mold…." They both answered, trying to conceal their blushes.

"Oh ok…. Well come on…. Class is almost over." Nakastu exited, whistling a tune.

Umeda gabbed the other box and followed suit, casting a meaningful look at Mizuki. "Come on…."

She slid the door closed, staring at the wall where it began till the door clicked shut.

The rest of the day was a blur, classes, breaks, and duties blended together. She found herself walking out the front gate for the first time in a week. He was waiting for her, she knew he would be. He made his way to her, and she put on her best smile.

"Hello Sano."

Umeda watched from the shadows as the two greeted each other and began walking towards Mizuki's house. He flicked his cigarette on to the cement and stomped it out. "damn it…."