Title: Insatiable Memories
Author:
Sifirela
Genre:
Drama/Romance
Rating:
T

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I own Noriko, Yvette, Isadora, and the plot, but that is all.

Author's Note: Yeah----it's been a rather long time since I have updated---gomen! I really, really, really am truly and regretfully sorry! I was unsure of what I wanted for this chapter and now I've found it. It's not much of a chapter, but it's here and it's up. I know how I told some of you, mainly LG and Kitty, that I was giving up on this after all, but SURPRISE! HAHA. Yeah I hope it's a good surprise. It's a short chapter, only because it builds a structure for what I want or am hoping will happen in chapter seven where they do go—yeah well just read the chapter and tell me what you think XP I won't hold it against you if you don't review, but it would help if you would click that button on the bottom of this page; only because feedback is very important to me. Happy Reading!

Full Summary: Seiji had it all. He was a well-respected Sensei at the Date Dojo, had a dashing fiancée', and had a satisfied grandfather under his belt. He was happy, on the outside that is. On the inside he was torn---torn between wanting something of his own and torn between a feuding battle with his heart. And it all started with a damnable, alluring and tantalizing kiss from someone who he never thought about in five years...

Chapter Six

Seiji moodily glared into the cup of tea he had fixed himself. It was noontime the very next day since his after-engagement party had taken place. He was sore and his mind was not really there. Granted, he had a cool and collected demeanor on his face. That was how he always looked, even though he was tired and weary, he never faltered in his cold exterior. Even though he felt very unsure of himself, he still upheld the confident streak his grandfather instilled in him long ago.

He sighed as he put his cup up on the stand next to his chair he had sat in just mere moments ago. Seiji ran a hand through his hair and winced when his fingers caught a strand of hair and pulled it roughly out by accident. He looked at the strands of hair he pulled out and was about to wave it into the trashcan near his chair when he stopped to a complete halt. His eyes widened and he cautiously took a piece of strand that was supposed to be blonde, but to his horror and disbelief, it was gray.

"Like my life isn't more complicated. Gee, not even twenty-three and here I'm growing gray hair." Seiji rubbed a hand over his forehead of an oncoming headache.

The phone brought him out of his reverie and he looked at it like it was a two-headed monster for a mere second before reaching over and grabbing the receiver; he put it to his ear.

"Moshi Moshi, Date Residence."

"Ah, there's the voice of reason!" A familiar voice cheerfully replied from the other end. Seiji's lips formed into a small smile.

"Ah, Touma, you're up early. Isn't today your day off from school and work?" Seiji asked, looking at the time. It was 12:45 p.m. but still Touma would still be sleeping to catch up on all his sleep he missed.

"Yah well, this is my day off, but I just wanted to check up on my favorite buddy." Touma chuckled over the other end.

"Are you sure I'm your favorite buddy and just not your 'son.' You sure have been acting like mother-hen since Nasuti arrived back home." Seiji chuckled at Touma's exasperated sigh. So Shuu-kun had seen Nasuti and Seiji together and had to go tell Touma all about it so that Touma could bug him. A few minutes ago Ryo had called and had to tease him as well; also a friendly reminder of the usual weekend getaways that they tried to do every other weekend.

Mainly because Seiji was so busy during the week with work and extra teachings during night, they tried to make it out to be on every first Saturday of every month.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Anyway; did Ryo call you yet?" Touma asked, quickly changing the subject to a more serious matter.

"Hai, he did." Seiji commented, bored with the conversation already. He knew Touma was only making idle chit-chat; it was his warm-up for the more serious questions that would soon be erupting. Seiji sighed through his nose and rotated the phone toward his other ear. It was pressed against his other ear for far too long and his poor ear was getting numb. "Okay, Touma, out with it." Seiji said, bristling at the reigning silence that made him drum the pads of his fingers on the arm of the chair.

The answer Seiji got did not shock him, only further made him irritant. Touma had nerve to chuckle at him. Seiji hated feeling this way towards his best friend, but he just didn't feel like talking with anybody.

Touma somehow got the message in the silence, "You know me too well."

Seiji could tell Touma was smiling and imagined himself sticking his hand in the receiving end and choking Touma so he would just spit the damn questions out.

"You prolong the conversation too much with silence," Seiji ridiculed, feeling his annoyance getting to anger.

"Okay, okay, don't have a cow, Mr. Grumpy-pants. I'll ask what I want then." Touma grumbled over the other end; Seiji could tell that he was upset that he didn't allow Touma to get to have fun at his own expense. "How are you these days?" he had taken a deep breath before asking this question but didn't hesitate of asking another one after the other. He went on and on for five minutes before Seiji cut him off and answered with brisk, clean answers that left Touma asking more questions and then finally after a few more minutes of him interrogating Seiji, Touma became silent.

"Are you quite done now?" Seiji asked, a small smile forming on his perfect shaped lips. There was a small laugh on the other end before his best friend's voice launched into another set of questions. "Okay, I see you aren't."

"Now I'm done." Touma said after a few more questions. "Honestly, I am. Now, you're coming to the weekend getaway?"

"I thought you said you were finished with questions." Seiji reprimanded slightly with a chuckle.

"I was, until I remembered one more question I had wanted to ask." Touma snickered.

"Yeah well, you're annoying but yeah, I'll be there. Nothing better to do then spend the weekend with you….er---wait!" Seiji's mind slammed to a halt as he remembered him making plans with Nasuti. "Damn, I can't…wait we all can't actually---"

"Why?"

"Well didn't Nasuti call you and tell you that we were supposed to get together this weekend at her house?"

"Yeah she told me about it but we told her we had other plans, but she's coming. I thought she called you already and told you the plans were cancelled." Touma said, questions again popping up.

Seiji sighed, "No she didn't. I'm sure she would have called me later; or she could have called but I wasn't home. Since I saw her two days ago, I have been rather busy."

"No worries buddy. No worries. I'm sure she'll call you; or rather you call her." Touma said, chuckling.

"I'll call her later on, maybe tomorrow. I've got some errands to do today; so I'll be seeing you tomorrow then?" Seiji replied before hearing his friend's answer, and then hanging up after saying a few more things.

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"So, Nas-chan, when is this trip? And where is it going to be?" Yvette asked, while circling a few jobs in the Classified ad of the newspaper.

"The trip is tomorrow, Saturday; it's somewhere near Mount Fuji. Can't really explain on how to get there; the guys always go there as a retreat to get away from the 'real' world and relax; spend time with each other; you know the whole guy-thing." Nasuti chuckled, while putting the dishes up in the cabinet. Isadora was already in bed since it was nine at night. "Have you gotten Isa-chan in school yet?"

Yvette sighed and shook her head no, "Unfortunately I can't find a kindergarten that Isadora can get along in. All the ones I've tried have plainly told me no. I don't know why, all the paper work has gone through; she is part French/Japanese. Her father being Japanese of course…"

"Because she's gajin---perhaps?" Nasuti's mouth became a thin line as she said this, Yvette sighed and nodded again no. "Then what is it?"

"I'm sure it's me. The way I apparently give my first impression; some of them often than naught tell me I'm a pushy-blonde-Frenchie-poodle who needs to get a reality check. Not my fault that secretary had the nerve to call my daughter an abomination since Isadora threw a fit in front of her. What do they think children are supposed to be? Some type of robot?" Yvette grumbled; a scowl set on her face. Nasuti put a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder and chuckled.

"That is the way some of those schools are. Some want children to be assimilated into young adults who never have a normal childhood. That's how it's always been here in Japan." Nasuti smiled, "I'm sure you'll find a school that suits you and Isadora's needs."

"I know I will; I'm just worried I won't be able to find a school in time. She's six years old, about to be seven…"

"I know; she's grown up so much." Nasuti sighed with a shake of her head; she looked at the clock and gave Yvette a crooked smile; in which her friend returned.

"It's time to hit the hay, I'm worn out." Yvette stretched and made folded up the newspaper she was fiddling with a few moments ago.

"Yeah, me too." Nasuti said, while pushing the chair in that Yvette occupied a few minutes ago.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning then?" Yvette asked, smiling.

"Bright and early."

"Yech, bright and early. Okay then. Oyasuminasai. (Good night.)" Yvette said, before walking out of the kitchen.

"Oyasuminasai!" Nasuti returned, while watching her friend walk out of the room. She opened the newspaper and sighed when her eyes landed on the picture of the announcement of Date Seiji's wedding to Asa Noriko. Nasuti frowned; getting an unpleasant feeling in her gut; what the hell was the matter with her?

Why did she feel so down about Seiji getting married? She knew that he would have to get married sooner or later. Why? Why was the one who had to give her heart a jilt in the mist of seeing him? Nasuti growled and crumpled up the newspaper; throwing it over her shoulder. How dare she think of him when he had to get married… maybe it wasn't him at all. Maybe it was because she was supposed to get married and that was all ruined for her when Bryant told her that he didn't want to get married to her.

Maybe that's why Nasuti was rather cold-hearted to the whole marriage between Noriko and Seiji…she didn't understand it nor did she want to. She wanted to be simple-minded and happy; she didn't want to dwell on the past. She wanted to move forward. Is that not why she came home? To move forward? She wanted to get married, sure, but she wanted to wait and see what she could accomplish; now that her ties were cut with Bryant, her new motive was to find a career that suited her. She had had wanted to get the job at the Museum in New York, but since the break-up she didn't even want to think of having to deal with Bryant since his office was near where she was supposed to work at.

Nasuti picked up the crumpled newspaper and walked to the nearest trashcan, put it in, dusted her hands off, and pivoted back to the exit of the kitchen, turning off the lights before going to bed herself. Before going to bed; she told herself that she wouldn't dwell on the matter any longer and that she would have a great three-day weekend with the guys, Yvette, and Isadora and not think of anymore nonsense that had been muddling her thoughts. She was going to be strong and she wouldn't allow anything to stop her into making sure she didn't fall into any more traps that she had fell into months before that left her bleeding on the floor… that was a promise she would keep to herself; she vowed.

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Note: Yeah I know SHORT! But it's going to be longer next time, I PROMISE! I hope anyway; I haven't the foggiest when I'll be able to update again; so it might be a few more months until you would be seeing me again because I will be moving into an apartment with no internet access within the next few weeks. It might take me a lot longer to get the internet connection. Dunno how it will go; we'll see.

Also, this is just a special treat for my friends who stay by me even if I'm always bitching and moaning about how terrible I write. So this is a treat for you. So sorry this is so damn short. From very long to very short. I know…that's what always happens when you just don't have any juice to run on anymore. Well it's three in the morning (SEE DEDICATED!) and I shall be seeing you hopfully soon. Drop a line; it's easy! All you do is click the clicky-button on the bottom and REVIEW! Woo! Lol

Ciao,
Sifirela