Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry I have been busy with exams lately, it was a real pain!

But now it's finally over!

Thank you because some reviews from KUKURI and HayaaShigure-kin really motivated me (thank you for real) and made my day so here goes chapter 10, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10:

"Mugi please…" Hana whispered in his ear while he was teasing her by biting her neck slowly, trying not to take off her shirt too quickly. He smiled at her and then decided that kissing her was probably the best option to keep her quiet since her words turned him on so much. But her muffled moans still sent chills all across his body.

He pushed himself up from her and admired how beautiful she was, her hair in a real mess and her cheeks glowing with a pink shade. Her eyes were semi open and her lips formed a heart shape while her heated breathes escaped them. He couldn't take it anymore. He had tried to wait damn he had, but this was too much. She was perfect, right there laid down on the hotel room's floor.

His fingers gently traced the curve of her neck and he looked at her lovingly, he then took of his shirt, and sighed when her fingers caressed his body. His muscular form was like honey to her, she kissed his shoulders, his hands, his neck, every parcel of skin she could. And then he sat her down on the edge of the bed and knelt in from of her.

"Close you eyes. This time I will make sure you won't feel an inch of pain." Mugi said against her skin, as he was unbuttoning her shirt slowly.

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Hana's mom was brushing her hair and trying to braid it in a natural yet elegant way. The young girl had told her about her date and her mom had been so overjoyed that she even wondered if it had been a good decision in the first place. Mugi and her were dating again, and this time it wasn't with hidden intentions or substitution, so she figured she should announce it to her mom.

But the young girl was growing more and more nervous, it was somehow special. And she had been so happy when he had slipped that note to her. She wasn't worried about Tomoe anymore, he was soon going to get the message if that was what it took. Yes, she had concented to some erotic actions with him in the past weeks. Yes, Tomoe is good looking, he could satisfy her. But no, her heart belonged to Mugi and that's all that mattered.

"You look lovely now! You should put a dress, the light blue one is cute!" Exclaimed her mother as she rushed to the closet. She pulled out the dress she was talking about and presented it to her less than ethousiastic daughter.

"Mom… I was gonna put something more… casual." Said Hana hesitantly while eyeing the dress.

"But Mugi was the handsome boy that went with you at the wedding right? You better dress well, otherwise he will get snatched away!"

"Mom please… I'm already unconfident, don't make it worse."

Hana crossed her arms in from of her chest, she believed she wasn't ugly, but she never managed to understand how a girl could have pure confidence in her looks, like Akane. Her mother approached her but holding a different outfit in her hand now.

Hana smiled at her mom, the grey v-neck shirt was a little tight so it highlighted her curves and the light jeans gave a more casual look. Hana grimaced at the heels her mom was presenting her, but she had to admit that they would make her legs look longer. Mugi has grown, so she wasn't going to end up being taller than him that was a certainty.

"I can't believe this! Your first date! My Hanabi is becoming an adult!" Her mom exclaimed while jumping around in the living room, waiting for the young man to come pick up her daughter.

"Mom! Please calm down! I will have a heart attack otherwise!"

"Hana, remember to act natural, don't be scared, follow you heart! Oh my, but what a handsome man he was if I remember well."

Hana was bright red and her head twisted itself towards the door as they both heard knocks on the door. Both women rushed to the door and tried to be the first to open.

"Hello! I am Hanabi's mother, nice to meet you! My, my! You are even more handsome than in my memory, good catch Hana!" Her mom said with joy as she grabbed Mugi's hand and shook it.

Hana was sure she was going to faint. She had lost the race to the door, and that was her punishment. Mugi was smiling awkwardly at first but now he laughed straight out loud as he observed the reaction of his girlfriend.

"Very nice to meet you too! I'm the lucky one since your daughter has such an outstanding personality and beauty all the same." Mugi stated as he bowed slightly.

"Look at how well mannered he is too!" Hana's mom was literally enchanted by the blond young man and she grinned broadly.

"Well mom, now we will be on our way so don't worry! Byebye!"

"Hana! Are you still going to Minora's to sleep over tonight?" Her mom asked as they were both right about to head out.

"Yes yes! That's why I'm taking my bag, see you!"

She grabbed Mugi's arm and pulled him out of the house and into the street as fast as she could, escaping the adoring gaze from her mother.

Mugi giggled non-stop until she finally stopped rushing.

"Gosh your mom is cute." He joked.

"Shh, our date could've ended up being a cleaning the house date because of her!"

Then Mugi grabbed her hand and turned her around to face him. She was beautiful. He loved the slight changes she made in her outfit, yet she still looked like herself.

"How can you be so perfect?" He murmured as he bowed to kiss her.

The kiss was like a small feather brushing her lips, it woke a thousand fireworks in her belly and she gasped slightly at the smooth and gentle touch.

Mugi felt chills run down his spine and he placed his hands on both sides of her cheeks, cupping her face to be turned more towards him. He lingered his tongue on hers, slowly enjoying the mix of their breathes and smalls sighs.

Hana felt like she was literally falling, she didn't even need to become an astronaut in order to feel what it was like to float in the air with nothing else than the sensation of warmth and butterflies in your belly. She grabbed his collar and pulled him even closer, she felt him smile against her lips (probably one of those killer smirks) and she pressed her chest against his. That move, as small as it was, was enough to change the atmosphere by several degrees.

His hands roughly grabbed her lower back and he groaned in frustration as he felt like she wasn't close enough. They were two figures, trying to melt desperately into one.

"Mugi… if people cross by the street…" Hana murmured in between two kisses, she was out of breath.

"Let's give them a show." He joked and kissed her forehead instead and grabbed her hand.

She was blushing all up to her ears, and as composed as he was trying to look, she knew he was as disturbed as she was. This was way too hot, and just a single kiss, she thought.

"You know I have been thinking…" Mugi started, as they stopped to wait for the light to turn green, granting them safe passage across the street.

"What is it?" Hana asked, she could feel hesitation in his voice, she squeezed his hand, they always prioritized communicating, and she didn't want any more misunderstandings between them.

"Well you know I've been thinking about you know…" Mugi glanced worringly at her and seeing her confused look he blurted: " maybe we should take it slow this time… about sex and such, cause don't get me wrong, I want to hold you of course. But I don't want to hurt you, and I want this time to be good, I don't want the same foolish mistakes I made to repeat themselves. I don't want to rush. I just don't want to lose you this time. I know it's weird since I look fired up all the time, but I'm trying, really, to just be there for you. And yeah, I just wanted to know what you thought about it and yeah…"

He had been looking down at his feet the whole time, clenching their hands together without realizing it. Then he felt a smooth hand on his cheek, he looked up and saw the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. She had some tears in her eyes, he could see it. But she looked to happy, so free, so bright, and he didn't want that to change.

"Mugi… thank you. Don't worry, this time it's different, we'll take it slow. It was our fault, and at the same time it wasn't. But now it's different. This time I know you are the one I love."

He smiled back and kissed her forehead, he pressed his lips on her skin both hardly and gently.

They both never noticed the light had turned green, and that people had long finished to cross the street.

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"Young Master, it appears she is now on a date with a young man named Mugi, he goes to your school too. Shall I proceed to more researches?" Said the old man as he bowed to the figure leaning against the frame of the window.

"No that's will be all Master Jiru, thank you. Call one of my contacts, preferably dark hair and thin frame."

The butler retired from the room and closed the door, leaving a young man with long hair alone in the darkness of his thoughts. He sighed and clenched his fists. He turned around and looked at the bed. He remembered it all. It was as if she was still there, tangled in his sheets and sleeping. She had been an angel, a broken one, and now she seemed to be flying again.

He hated himself for many things. Firstly for feeling like he lost a nice toy, he had many, but he was particularly upset with that one. Second, he hated himself for having let himself get attached, because she wasn't a toy anymore, she was a girl, a girl he had wanted to protect in a way. He had wanted her to feel safe, like she wasn't rushed into anything. He hated himself for not having been selfish.

But what he hated the most right this instant, was that he didn't want to be selfish, otherwise he would listen to his soul. His soul screaming to him that he had to bring that angel down to the ground. No matter how, he had to shoot it down.

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Mugi had noticed how people had glanced at the both of them on their way to the café, they had murmured things like: what a pretty couple they are, how handsome they both are etc… He remembered that nearly a year ago he would've felt ashamed, because they were far from a real couple, but right now he felt proud, he wanted the whole world to see them just like this, hand in hand.

They entered a nice, cosy looking café and sat down at a table near the window. It was sunny, yet a little cloudy, but even if it had rained, just having the blond young man in front of her was enough for her to feel like she was right under the sunlight. He made her hot and fuzzy whenever he carrassed her. Just like right now as his fingers traced the lines in the palm of her hand.

"I'll be taking a piece of apple cake and a latte please. What about you Hana?"

She jumped a little and blushed, she had been staring at him, she mumbled her order (practically picking out whatever she read first) and then frowned a little as she caught the envious gaze of the waitress.

Mugi giggled and they proceeded to chatting. It had been a long time, too long since they both had felt like feathers.

"Gosh I can't believe they actually make you do that in the student council." Mugi laughed as she told him about her run about a to distribute paperwork.

"Well I can't believe that you have to basically sweat your legs off in track team."

"Funny how we both joined those things just to avoid each other, but hey, in the end, there is a kind of colateral beauty in it right?"

Hana raised her eyebrows, she had never thought about it in that way, but he was right. She had made new friends, found responsibilities, they both had grown.

"Maybe those changes actually made us less blind, and more ready." She said and he nodded.

"How about college? Do you know where you will go?"

"I'm not sure yet, but let's not worry about that, we still have the rest of the year to decide for our future." Hana smiled and he nodded again.

"Did you really want a vanilla ice cake, wasn't it that you didn't like vanilla?" Mugi asked as he watched their orders arrive.

"Oh no…" she blushed again as she stared down at her order being placed in front of her.

She glanced at Mugi, he looked like he was enjoying himself, watching her try to hide her embarrassment.

"We can switch if you want."

She didn't even get the opportunity to argue, he had already taken her plate. She slurped down her iced tea, at least that one was a good call.

"So what about Tomoe?"

She stopped slurping all of a sudden.

"What about him?"

"Well what will you do about him still clinging to you?"

"What would you like me to do?"

Mugi sighed and leaned forward:

"Look I hate his guts, I'm speaking bluntly. But I have no say in your past actions cause I am not a good example. I trust you, I trust you will deal with this your own way."

She felt a surge of warmth all trough her, he trusted her, and that was something they had often taken for granted, they both made so much mistakes.

"I don't want to hurt anyone, but I'm willing to hurt whoever I have to in order to keep you."

"I know tiger."

She laughed slightly and gazed into his golden eyes again. Indeed, this time it was different.

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Tomoe was lighting his cigarette as the girl in front of him stripped out of her clothes. Her underwear was bright blue, too bright for his taste. She walked towards him, swaying her hips like a model on the runway. She had model legs, he thought. She straddled him and tilted her head to kiss his chest. His breathing didn't accelerate, his skin felt dull, he could only feel the burn of the smoke in his throat.

The girl's lips went down his belly and soon her hands carressed his not so hard groin. The girl did notice it, and did her best to grind onto him as sexily as she could. But there was no way she could possibly understand that he didn't want her, his body was there, but not his self. He caressed her hair, and pictures Hana, how were hair had tangled in his fingers as she had aches her back. Suddenly his hips jerked up.

Yes, now he was feeling alive. But he has already sorted his thoughts out. No girl had ever resisted him, and this one had enchanted him, he was going to bring out the big guns, and shooting down a blond jerk or two was easy.

He grabbed the girl's hips and pushed her off of him. He stood up and grabbed his shirt.

"You know the way out." He mumbled to her and he nearly ran out.

As Master Jiru gave him his coat, he tried to think of ways to start a conversation, she wasn't going to be alone. But damn he was going to find a way. He didn't know the procedure of romantic talking or anything, he never had t seduce anybody. But something he did know worked with her, was the language of the body. No raping of course, he was a decent boy after all. But he wanted to remind her how it felt, how it felt to be back in arms that felt no strain of flying.

His ride was there for him, as always, and it's flashy green color contrasted with the grey pavement. As he positioned himself behind the wheel he gently carressed the leather of the wheel. Smoothly, he appreciated the cool sensation of contact between the material and his skin. Driving soothed him, it always did. He had gotten this car out of an angry impulsion, threatening to run away if his parents didn't pay for one. And his dad did. And there she was now, his only friend.

Tomoe smirked to himself as he turned the engine on, making the motor roar with fury. Was he thinking affectionately of a car?

But that car suddenly calmed him down enough to make him realize, as he drived over to the city center, that now he felt very much like a coward. What would he even say? One glance from her beautiful eyes and he would be frozen. He didn't give a fuck about Mugi, he could try and pick up a fight, beat the hell out of him, it didn't scare him. What he was scared was of the moist hands he got when she looked at him, the numbness in his throat when the words don't come out. He was terrified.

That fear is the reason why, when he saw his angel accompanied by a blond angel, walking hand in hand, he realized he wasn't going to get out from his car. He didn't have the guts. He just looked at her, at how their steps looked like they weren't even touching the ground. He could see her cheeks slightly pink, it was starting to get cold, night was falling. And even if the city was slowly being ingulfed in darkness, they both shown.

Then she lifted her head up and his heart stopped. She had recognized the car, and Mugi's face indicated that he too had noticed it. The angels had stopped.

It was as if she could see right through the tinted glass of the window, as if she could dig her gaze into his. He noticed how bright they both were. So bright he wanted to cover his eyes. The engine roared again.

How can you shoot when the light is in your eyes?

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"What was he doing here?" Mugi calmly asked.

"Do I look like I know?" She responded bluntly. She didn't notice that her answer was dryer than she had meant. But that car. That car triggered something. Guilt? Anger? Regret? Relief? Frustration? Embarrassment?

Hana had seen it as first by the corner of her eyes. But then she had recognized it, how can you miss a bright green race car in the middle of the street? And she knew he was there. Her first impulse had been to be irritated, Tomoe was really that desperate? Or that possessive?

But then she remembered that feeling, that she had felt herself, that will to chase after what you know very well is already far away. And that's when she felt guilt, for being the reason he became a victim.

How he had kissed her,held her, talked to her. Maybe she was really trash, for feeding herself of his attention, his body, his being. What was wrong with her? Had she even had a proper talk with him? In the end she barely knew him, what if she ended up hurting not a playboy, but some kind of a friend?

"Hana, are you even listening to me?!" Mugi waved a hand in front of her face.

"Yes! I'm sorry! No, I wasn't… I just got lost."

"What you want to hop into his car now?"

"Mugi! How could you say that you idiot!" She exclaimed as she grabbed his hand again, they hadn't even noticed they had let go of each other.

"Whatever lets go."

He started walking, and she could feel it again. A feeling of both emptiness, rage and guilt. Mugi was both complicated and yet simple. He expected certain things from her, from both of them, but they were both scared of committing mistakes. He also didn't want anything special, just to be together. And that's what she wanted the most too, her thoughts had just made her space out for absolutely no reason.

She rushed after Mugi and hugged him from behind. She pushed him into a corner of the street, in a junction with a small alley. They both stayed still.

"Idiot." She said.

"You idiot." He answered and he turned around. Hana noticed that he didn't look angry now, just maybe tired? Or powerless?

She raised herself on her tiptoes and kissed him. It was a small peck, but then another came. And another. And that was enough for his arms to wrap around her and for her to press herself against him.

Mugi wanted to devour her whole, he transmitted that frustration in every one of his kisses, and indeed she was responding with as much passion as he was. Then his heart skipped a beat when her hands went under his shirt, carressing the broad frame of his back. He touché were light at first, but then they became more pressing for contact.

He cupped her ass and pressed them together, not worrying about her feeling his hardness against her. She gasped and he swallowed a small moan.

"What about taking it slow?" Hana joked with a raised eyebrow, "You sure you can do that to yourself Mugi?"

He looked at her, and of course he understood her. Damn he did, he knew he had to reason, but her dark eyes filled with desire made him want to sail the oceans back to her body.

"Fuck that shit."

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The door slammed the wall as they both shut it. Mugi was sweating from the run, Hana was typing a message to her friend and asking for cover. That is how, after a fair run looking for the closest hotel, they ended up lying down on the floor of the hotel room. Both were out of breath. They had ran way too fast. This moment seemed quite comical, both too tired to even move closer to each other.

They giggled and rested, right there, while talking about the possible comments of the secretary staff and the passerbies in the streets. They must have looked like a crazy couple. But they didn't care, not even one bit.

"That old lady probably thought that we were hormonally unstable!"

"Or that one probably imagined that someone had died!"

Laughter and deep breathes were the only sounds in the room. After, there was silence.

"I want to kiss you again." Mugi whispered.

Hana rolled over and caressed his cheek.

"Kiss me."

He obeyed to the gentle order and kissed her on her cheek, he smirked at her slightly frowned forehead. Then he kissed her nose, her other cheek, her chin, her closed eyes. He squeezed her against him, as if she was going to disappear in a second. He closed his eyes, scared to open them again and not seeing her there.

"Mugi, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want you to be here with me. I want you to forget about him, about Kanai-sensei too. I want you to forget about it all. How selfish am I?"

"I want that too. But hey, scums and selfish people stick together don't they?"

He smiled and leaned in again, this time he kissed her right on her lips. He was gentle at first but then decided that she deserved to feel pleasure, to feel the best sensations that could be felt.

He kissed her neck gently and teased her while carressing her thights, whisking that her jean disappeared. He shivered when her hands carressed his chest underneath his shirt and he groaned when she moraines her name as he rolled over her.

His movements were slow, were precise, were gentle. He carressed her all over, making her shiver.

"Mugi…please…" she murmured tremblind. His torture was too much for her, his kisses on her neck, his playful bites. She wanted him against her, without their heavy clothes.

He rose above her and just stared. This was the ost beautiful creature. But now only a natural human pulsion wanted him to strip her off her clothes, and to admire her beauty at its purest state. So he first started with his own shirt and gasped as her hands attacked him, claiming him hers. She felt like his skin was fire, a fire she wanted to feel over her entire body too.

He picked her up and placed her gently on the edge of the bed, he kneeled down calmly and steadily. He looked into her eyes.

"Close you eyes. This time I will make sure you won't feel an inch of pain." He whispered and his long fingers gently started unbuttoning her shirt. The soft fabric slid down her shoulders and shivers ran through her.

Hana unclasped her bra, and it surprised him for her to take such a quick initiative. Usually she would be very shy about her breasts. But even with her eyes closed, even as she could feel his gaze lick her skin, she felt strong and desired. His hands cupped her breast, she moaned and then covered her mouth in embarrassment.

"Don't. I love your voice, let me hear it." He murmured against her now erect nipples. Then he kissed them, licked them, played with the slightly. All of those creating sof moans from her mouth.

Mugi started to unbuckle her jeans and pushed her back gently. Her white skin contrasting with the dark fabric of the bed. Gosh he wanted her, he wanted her right now.

Hana helped him slid off her jeans and she groaned in pleasure as his hand went inside her panties and touched her gently. She spread her legs more, and opened her eyes to dive her look into his. He was flustered, and as excited as she was.

"Mugi…"she whispered as his cheeks turned even more pink.

His fingers slid into her and she cried his name again, her back arched into his chest and she pressed his neck against her neck.

"Gosh!" Hana moaned again as he slid another finger inside her, while his thumb still rubbed in circles at her exterior. He was slowly bringing her to an edge, even after than she had ever imagined possible.

Then his lips went down her belly, slowly, erotically. And her breathes hitched more and more as he came closer to her center and he slid her panties down her legs. He nestled himself in the middle of her thighs. He bore his eyes into hers and kissed her.

Her hands clenched onto the bed and her head was thrown back by a convulsion. She had had two seconds of embarrassment, but now is was all gone. All she could feel was the warmth of his mouth, licked her and the sensation of his fingers inside her.

His tongue carressed her as nobody ever before had. He moans had become uncontrollable and her hips grinder onto his mouth, trying to calm the fire building inside her.

She wanted him to feel the same pleasure, she did, but he wouldn't let her.

"Mugi! Let me, please!"

He rose onto his forearms and approached her face.

"What?"

She pushed him down and unbuckled his jeans. He was caught of guard and had no time to react when she freed him from his tight jeans. He got slightly embarrassed at how hard he was, but she seemed to be rather satisfied. They both smiled again. But his smile turned into a dazed expression of pleasure and his mouth forme an O as her hands wrapped around him. He tried to caress her breasts, to still let her have pleasure, but she quicker her pace and he felt her breath into his tip. His hips jerked up and with abs tensed at the newfound sensation. He groaned and rushed a hand into her hair. His head was going to be blank soon for sure, but he wouldn't let that happen until she would climax.

He made her come back to his face and fingered her again, a bit more roughly, but by her moans he could guess she wasn't against it.

"Mugi I want you…" she whispered and he kissed her breast again, enjoying how her chest heaved against his mouth.

He stood up to grab a condom. And as he put it on he admired her. How her neck showed kiss marks, how her breasts were firmly pointing towards him.

Damn he wanted her to shout his name, to forget her own.

"Are you sure?" Mugi asked again as he went back to the bed, each step making his insides burn even more.

"Make love to me."

And those words lost him. He settled in the middle of her, touched her gently with his member, and made sure she was wet enough.

"Please! I can't take this anymore…" she complained as her whole body jerked by a wave for pleasure.

He wanted to maintain control, but she shook her head, both of the knowing that they had to let loose of their fears.

He slid into her and their world shattered. Her hands barely could hold his shoulders. Waves of pleasure, of fullness came after a second of pain. But this time she wasn't scared. All she could feel was the hotness in her core. Mugi groaned as he started moving.

They both became rougher, more needing, hungrier. Her legs wrapped around him, his hands cupped her arse to join them closer, her head tilted back and his rested on her shoulder. Their motions were rapid, tensed with desire and full of passion.

"More!" Hana moaned and he started pounding into her faster,deeper, he could feel her become even more right around him.

They both held each other more firmly, he watched her fall apart as her climax hit her like a wave hit the sand. That sight made him lose all control, all notion, and he too was swelled by pleasure.

They became top figures, as one, and both holding onto each other tightly. Out of fear that the other might slight away.