Note to readers: I am making for up being so late in updating by giving, yet again, another lovely lemon at a random point in the chapter. Again, I will not be stating when this lemon begins, as it ruins the flow of the story, so just close your eyes and ears and scream at the top of your lungs if you find it, dislike it, and want to skip it.
To those who want to read the lemony goodness, please feel free to smile, jump up and down, and do a variety of other things that will boost my ego.
Please, please, please enjoy, and, believe it or not, this story will be coming to a close sometime soon. Which sucks. But still; it can't go on forever.
Chapter 21
Mine
"So, Sora, are you guys planning on keeping the baby?"
Sora smiled softly at her friend currently occupying the chair by her bed. She wasn't as pale as before, and already some of her bruises were starting to disappear. "Certainly," she replied, moving a hand to rest on her abdomen covered by the stark, white sheets. "We've been together for a few years now; it was only a matter of time that one of four things happened."
"Four things?" Mimi tilted her head to the side, a tad confused by Sora's reply.
"Well, I think it's four things, I can't really count right now from the pain pills they're giving me." Sora laughed, and Mimi noticed that it was growing stronger each passing day.
It had been five days since the incident and every day, Mimi had gone to the hospital with Yamato after he had finished work. Somehow, being a cop allowed Yamato to visit her after the visitation hours were over, which was fine in Mimi's opinion. She hated being at the hospital while other people were visiting; she couldn't stand seeing their gaunt faces, the look of despair in their eyes as they spoke with their loved ones for, possibly, the last time.
"So, what are those four things?" Mimi moved forward, adjusting Sora's pillow gently when the brunette gestured for it.
"Okay, here's the list. 1) Taichi and I would move in together, which obviously never happened because I'm still living with you and he's still living with Yamato-san. 2) Taichi proposes to me on some beautiful date in the moonlight, alone on a beach or something." Mimi snorted. "3) Taichi and I decide to raise a family, meaning have a baby, in or out of wedlock. In all honesty, it doesn't matter if the baby is born while we're married or not. We just want the child raised in a happy, comfortable, secure environment and be loved."
"So, what's the fourth thing?"
Sora grinned. "I forgot."
Mimi would have normally lightly tapped her friend on the arm, but she knew that the girl was still injured and she didn't want to risk hurting her friend even more. So, instead, she laughed aloud, smiling broadly.
"Do you think Taichi's going to propose?" This came from Sora, who almost had a sound of worry in her voice.
Mimi's still turned tender and soft at her friend's voice. "Of course he will. You guys have been together since high school, and he loves you very much. I think that he would be here today if the Commander hadn't forced him to go back to work. You should have seen his face when he came back from the first day here. He was so happy that you were pregnant. That was, of course, after he fainted."
"Taichi fainted? You never told me that he fainted?" The worried tone in her voice gave way to laughter.
"Of course he fainted. The poor guy had had such a shock. One minute, he thinks you're dead, the next, you're pregnant, alive and well. It was pretty funny, actually, because he hit the floor real hard." Laughter bubbled up their throats and filled the room. It was hard to imagine Yagami Taichi, tough Detective, assistant to even tougher Ishida Yamato, fainting because of a baby.
"He won't be allowed in the birthing room, then, because I'm sure he'll either puke or pass out," Sora choked out moments later as they attempted to regain their breath.
This prompted Mimi to ask a question she'd been wanting to ask since the day of the attack. "Sora-chan… will I be allowed to be with you, when you have the baby?"
Sora's hand held Mimi's, her thumb rubbing the back of it tenderly. "Of course; I was actually planning on making you the child's godmother."
"You're shitting me."
Sora laughed softly. "I shit you not, Mimi-chan. You practically saved my life that day, and I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come home. I'm so grateful for that. Not to mention, we've been friends since forever; I'm pretty sure that the baby will call you Auntie Mimi or something sickeningly sweet."
Another snort left Mimi. "You're such a darling sometimes, you know that, right?"
"I know."
"So, when is the baby due?"
"Next summer, probably around July or August, and no, before you ask, I did not ask the sex of the child. To be honest, I really don't want to know; I want it to be a surprise."
They smiled softly to themselves, and Mimi brushed a few strands of hair away from Sora's face. She, deep down, worried about what would happen with her if Sora and Taichi did decide to move in together. Where would she go? She knew that she made more than enough money to live in the duplex alone, but … she didn't like living alone.
She was being selfish, but she hated being alone. She didn't know if she would be able to sleep anymore, knowing that Sora would never be there to hold her when she woke up in a sweat and panic. She knew that Sora was her lifeline, that she depended on Sora to keep herself grounded, and she feared what might happen if Sora left her.
She couldn't be selfish; it wasn't fair to Sora or Taichi, or even their unborn child, to try and squeeze herself in between them. She would have to deal with it; she knew that she could.
Maybe she could try and move in with Yamato…
No; it was too early for that. They had barely been 'dating' for a week, so she couldn't dare try and say "Hey, Yamato-kun, can I move in with you?" Again, it wasn't fair.
She was strong; she would deal with it when it came down to it. For now, she smiled for Sora and her joy. She wouldn't be selfish; it wasn't fair to them. Besides, living alone couldn't kill her, could it?"
A week after the incident, Mimi was allowed back into her home. She had passionately refused to let Yamato live in with her; she hadn't wanted to be a burden. Besides, with Taichi so busy either with work or at the hospital, she knew that Yamato would have to tend to their apartment.
'To be honest,' she thought as she twirled a pen around her fingers, 'I really don't want to be alone. But it's not fair to them…'
She sat at work, having gone straight there from Yamato's house. She was glad that she could have her home back; it was annoying to have to go shopping for clothes for the week, especially when Yamato kept distracting the hell out of her. Damn man and his handsome smile and gorgeous eyes.
She was worried; she didn't know if she would be able to sleep in a cold bed this night. She had become so accustomed in the past week of falling asleep in Yamato's arms, and now, she would be returning to a cold and empty house, and sleeping in a cold and empty bed.
A part of her didn't even want to step into her bedroom, where she wondered if the carpet was still stained red like blood. But, she knew that she would have to. It was her room after all, and it couldn't hurt to just sleep there. She just needed to sleep and dress there, and then she could hang out in any other part of the duplex save that room.
Sighing softly, she leaned back in her chair, trying to focus on her work instead of her current situation in life. Junpei was due to come in any minute now, so she had to organize herself, to compose herself and be prepared to discuss anything other than her life.
The door slowly opened and in stepped Junpei. He slowly walked into the room, and she was immediately consumed with worry. He was incessantly twisting his hands, almost as though he had a nervous tick, and his face had paled considerably since their last appointment.
As he neared, she could see that he had a few droplets of sweat forming on his brow, and her worry increased.
'Act normal, act like you haven't noticed anything, and bring it up later,' she thought, pulling out her notepad, opening it to a new date.
"Konnichi wa, Junpei-san," she smiled up at him, "take a seat. How are you today?"
He sat down, his whole form consuming the entire seat. He really was large, she realized, and probably very strong. Again, she wanted to ask him about the usage of steroids as he had never answered her the last time. But for now, she would stick to the basics.
"I'm good, thank you." Even his voice seemed to hold a tone of nervousness; like he was hiding something or something had occurred or would occur that actually scared him.
"That's good." She looked down at her notepad, before looking back up at him. "First, I'd like to ask you if you feel that we have been progressing. Has anything happened, any kind of situation that made you angry, and you feel that, maybe, you didn't get as angry?"
He shrugged slowly. "Well, yeah." Then he burst into a smile and the nervousness faded for a moment. "Yeah. The other day, at work, there was this really annoying guy at the supermarket. He was very rude and loud, and kept trying to push my buttons; I think that he was asking for a fight. I wanted to punch him so badly, but I didn't. It felt good, you know, just being able to stop myself from getting so angry."
She jotted a few brief notes down on the paper and smiled. "That's good, it shows that we've approved in your social aspect. Have you engaged in sexual intercourse since our first meeting?"
This is where the sweat formed on his brow and slid down his cheek. This was what worried her, and she could see through the lie when he said 'no.' But she let it go; she would deal with it later, because first she had to go through a few other areas.
"All right, but I'm not trying to say that you just go around, have sex with a random person, but I feel that we will only be able to see the full extent of the sessions when you have sex. You said that you do not like being too aggressive in bed or in sexual situations, so I think that, although in social situations you prove to hold back your aggression, the big test will be when you have sex."
He nodded slowly, taking in her words with understanding.
Here was the slightly shaky territory; the mention of drugs. She cautiously crossed her legs, not wanting to flash him, while also enjoying the feel of the garters on her skin.
"Junpei-san, I know that we've mentioned this before, but again, I must ask if you've considered taking any drugs."
He stiffened at her words and she knew that she had, again, hit a sore spot. She knew, ahead of time, that he would refuse and she sighed softly as he profusely said the word, over and over again. It bothered her that he seemed to refuse any other kind of help with calming his anger, but, she also had other alternatives.
"All right, I understand that you have your reasons for not wanting to take drugs." She took a sip of her water. "I also have a few other alternatives that you might want to try."
He sat straighter, listening to her every word, almost as though he was praying that she could find some way or form to remove his unnatural amount of aggression.
"First, I would suggest that you trying taking yoga classes or any other kind of activity that helps calm the body. I suggest you try yoga, tai chi, or even Pilates; all of those classes involve being relaxed, and, at the same time, could help improve your health. But, we're looking more for something that's relaxing."
He nodded slowly. "Sounds good but … isn't that more girly? I mean, a lot of girls go and do that shit, and it's really not-manly of me to do it. I mean, I have to make sure I am manly."
She wanted to laugh at his male arrogance. Men were sometimes so conceited and so focused on the fact that, if they had a penis, they were badass. Instead, she had to try and find a way to get him to do something relaxing, and so far, yoga was his best bet since he refused to take calming drugs.
"If you want, you can go buy yoga tapes or DVDs and do the stuff at home. That way, you don't ruin your masculinity by being in a room full of women, and, at the same time, you're in a calming environment, there's nothing to distract you, and yoga really helps calm your heartbeat. It also helps relieve stress if you work in a very stressful environment.
"Which leads to my next bit: do you smoke, drink, or work in a very stressful environment?"
He arched a brow, frowning up at her at her random question. He did understand the bit about the yoga and he mentioned quietly that he would try it out and see how it went. He mentally decided that he would tell the cashier that the tape was a gift for his girlfriend, sister, or mother, something that was remotely believable.
He wondered if he should lie about his lifestyle or if he should tell the truth. Maybe a half-life wouldn't hurt…
"I only smoke socially, like if I'm offered a cigarette in a social situation, and try not to drink because, well … you know that story." He sighed softly, wondering if he should tell her where he worked or if he should just try to keep it very bland, simple, and vague. Vagueness would work; vagueness would get him further than if he completely lied. "My work isn't very stressful, it can be physically demanding, but it is too stressful."
She chuckled softly. "I suppose that you're lucky if your work isn't too stressful. Most places these days are way too stressful."
She was going back to the edge, where she would try to balance and try to remain on the good side. She now knew that his work was physically demanding, and she would now have to ask him if he had ever even been tempted to try steroids. Hopefully, this time he would not reply with hostility.
"I know I've asked you this before, but I feel that I must ask again. Junpei-san, have you ever taken steroids or any other muscle enhancer? Again, I will not inform your employer of that, it will be kept strictly between the two of us, we have a doctor-patient agreement that I will never, ever break."
He stiffened once more, this time annoyance and nervousness flowed out his body at a rapid pace, so powerful that it seemed to fill the air and leave them in a very tense silence.
She actually feared that he might become violent and do what Iori had unexpectedly done last week. She sat back in her seat, sitting straighter, in a more prepared position than she had been last time. This time, she wouldn't let anyone sneak up on her; she would be prepared and she would be able to fight back and call for security.
Instead, she was surprised that he took several deep breaths and she could see him battle with himself in his eyes. She wondered what he was doing, wondering if he was considering his options, curious if he was going to lie, tell the truth, or avoid the topic once more.
If he avoided the topic, she would have to assume that he was taking steroids and it would make her wonder if he really was opposed to drugs.
"No."
She looked up, amazed that, this time, he had actually come up with an answer. But, she saw through the lie in the way his eyes dilated and the sweat had slid down his face in fast, moist rivulets. But she couldn't do it; she couldn't tell him that she knew that he was lying. Saying the truth was something he would have to come and do on his own.
She nodded slowly. "All right, thank you for your honesty."
Her phone rang loudly and she apologized and answered it. "Hello?"
"Tachikawa-san, I just wanted to let you know that your ride is here." It was Setsuna.
She frowned, her brows furrowing in confusion. What in the world did Setsuna mean by 'her ride?' "My ride?" she asked, noting the way that Junpei was eagerly listening into the conversation.
"Yes, that policeman from a while ago, remember, the gorgeous blond? Him, he just showed up and says that he's your ride." She could practically see Setsuna drooling over Yamato.
"Oh, I see." She nodded even though no one could see her. "All right, tell him that I will be out shortly. I only have ten minutes left of my appointment."
"Good, thank you."
She hung up and turned to Junpei, smiling at him. "All right, so, let's finish this up. So, you find that using mental calming techniques have been working for you, correct?"
He nodded slowly, taking him time trying to understand what had just occurred a second ago. Her ride? Who could possibly be her 'ride'?
Did she have a boyfriend? No, that couldn't be possible; she didn't seem like the person to have a boyfriend, and he knew that she had a car of her own, so why would she need a ride? Things didn't make sense.
He fought the urge to grip his head, wondering non-stop if she had, somehow, gotten a boyfriend, and how the possibility of such ruined any chances he might have with her in the future.
But … he looked her over and examined her face. Her pale skin glowed with life and her eyes glimmered softly in the sunlight that filtered in through the windows. There were no bruises marring her skin, and he noticed that the bandage around her hand had disappeared, leaving a very faint scar on her palm. Even that scar had been disappearing, he noticed, probably growing fainter with each day.
She was happy, he noticed, but … he also noticed the worry in her eyes, and he worried in turn.
He would do anything to make her happy, to make her smile; she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and the first woman not to shy away from him in fear or repulsion.
He would protect her beauty, no matter the cost.
The meeting lasted only for a few more minutes, where they discussed his progress and set up another date for their next rendezvous. He was glad that she was impressed, happy to see her smile at him and only him as they left the room.
She stepped out of her office and frowned immediately as she caught sight of the man lounging on the chair in her waiting room. Crossing her arms, she leaned against the doorframe and continued to grimace at him.
"Konnichi wa, Mimi-chan!" Yamato's grin was strangely big and boyish, and his blue eyes glimmered with mischief and a teasing glow. He was in an unnaturally good mood, and it almost scared her.
Almost.
She was forced to take a step back and half-gape at his cheerful appearance.
"Ko … Konnichi wa, Yamato-kun," she stammered, still confused as to why he was so happy.
Instead of thinking about it, she spun to face Junpei, whose face had become strangely stone-like and grim, while his posture had stiffened, eyes wide at the man sitting before them.
Immediately, Yamato's eyes made contact with Junpei's and he lunged forward, standing up and staring at the larger man with a calculating glare. It was almost as though they knew each other, and their meeting had not been a cheerful one.
Sweat trickled down Mimi's back as tension filled the room, her heart pounding so fast that she swore she, and everyone else in the room, could hear it. In the corner of her eye, she could see that Setsuna had even paused in her work, limply holding the phone to her ear as she watched the scenario.
Just what was going on?
Yamato forced a small, proper grin onto his face and nodded curtly. "Shibayama-san."
Junpei, in turned, nodded as well, before replying, "Lieutenant Ishida-san."
Yamato proceeded to stuff his hands into his pockets, appearing rather nonchalant and relaxed. However, Mimi knew better; the man was always on alert, and under the relaxed pose, his muscles were tense and patient, waiting for the right moment to strike. At some point in time, she came to acknowledge that he was almost like a snake, constantly ready for battle, always poised and prepared, and never caught off-guard. His head was always up, tongue always flickering for the scent of an attack, and his body always ready to receive and retaliate.
That was Yamato the policeman.
"Shibayama-san, we've been trying to contact you, but it seems that you have been ignoring our phone calls. It seems that my Detectives and I would like to set up another meeting with you." He smirked. "Does tomorrow afternoon sound good?"
Junpei took a step back, his mouth slightly open in shock and confusion, before he stood straight once more, crossing his arms and smirking in return. "Not unless my lawyer is present. Besides, I'm busy tomorrow afternoon."
Yamato arched a brow and his smirked deepened. Mimi was actually afraid.
"Really? Well, then, it won't take us long to get a warrant, but thank you for your generous offer." He nodded to the man. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Junpei scowled and his hands came to his sides in tight fists. His whole body shook with tension and anger, but he wouldn't dare try to hit the man. Mimi-chan was right there, standing so beautifully by the door, and he wouldn't dare disappoint her.
It took several moments and multiple deep breaths, but he finally managed to ease his racing heart and calm his boiling blood. Turning around, he nodded in return. "I suppose so, then." He then stepped out of the office, taking great care not to slam the door behind him.
Mimi scowled at Yamato, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Ishida-san, get your ass in my office now so that we can talk." She spun to face Setsuna, and her scowl gave way to a smile. "Setsuna-san, you can leave if you want. I don't have any more appointments left for the day and I can lock up as I leave."
Setsuna simply beamed, shutting off her computer and standing up, she gave Mimi a knowing smile before gathering her belongings and leaving the office, shutting the door quietly behind her.
"For the second time, Ishida-san, get your ass into my office." Mimi spun around, marching into her office and sitting down at her desk. She was dimly aware of Yamato coming into the room and closing the door behind him.
She didn't even wait for him to sit down and simply attacked him. "Do you make it a habit to come into people's workplaces and harass their clients or patients? You come marching in, act like you own the place, and then harass poor Shibayama-san! What gives you the right to do such a thing?"
Yamato quickly and deftly pulled out his badge, flashing it at her. "This, of course, gives me such a right." He slowly stepped towards her desk, deep down actually saddened that the piece of wood was placed between them. "And what makes you think that I was harassing your patient?"
"You barging in here and talking about all of this nonsense about meetings and warrants! The poor man had just finished his session with me, and you come in here and attack him, threatening to get a warrant and arrest him. What in the world did he do to you?"
"Well, he is obstructing the law, for one thing, since he refuses to help us in our task." Yamato began to move around the desk. "Second, did you know that he was a security guard Cruella's? Of course you didn't; it's not in your job description to find out where everybody else works. So, obviously he's a witness and a possible suspect, which gives me more right to question him. Thirdly," he reached out, tugging on her hair as she went to move away, "I didn't like the way he was looking at you."
Her eyes widened with perplexity. "Na … nani? What are you talking about? The way he was looking at me? Have you gone mad?"
"Mimi-chan, if you haven't noticed it by now, you are mine, and I don't like the way he was looking at you. If I don't like something, I'll do anything in my power to stop it, and you know that."
He moved forward, pressing his lips against her ear.
Her hands met his chest and shoved him hard, pushing him away. "Yamato-kun, while I do admit that you are mine as well, I must also say that you have some serious ego issues to get over. First of all, I had just finished a session with him, so it's understandable if he's looking at me like I 'saved' him or something, since I am, technically, saving him future problems. Secondly, people are allowed to stare at me; we have eyes! At some point in time, somebody else will also look at me, people will have crushes, they will have idols, they will stare at people who are ugly or who they hate. But, just because someone is staring at me doesn't give you any right to harass them in my office." She crossed her arms, eyes flashing dangerously. "Right now, you are in my territory, my jurisdiction, and you just stuck your nose in somewhere it does not belong. I will have to demand that you forget you ever saw him at my office."
"What?" His eyes widened and his body tensed, fists clenched. "I couldn't possibly do that! It might have something to do with the case!"
"I don't care," she replied stubbornly. "I have a doctor-patient agreement contract that cannot be breached unless the patient shows that he is a serious danger to himself or others, and proves such. For now, you will have to forget about seeing him here and try to find out about our meetings some other way." She rolled her eyes this time at his slowness. "For Kami's sake, just look in his damn credit card bills, you'll probably find payments to the Itashi Institute in there. It'll save me trouble and possibly save me from losing my job and credibility."
He frowned down at her, eyes flashing dangerously in return. "You baka. Aren't you even dimly aware that this is a very important police investigation? You don't think that we didn't know he was seeing a therapist?"
He spat the words at her and she, reluctantly and unconsciously, took a step back at the ferocity in his voice. Her hands actually shook, and, to her amazement, she felt her womb clench in arousal at the demanding, powerful tone in his voice.
'Damn it, not now; I need to be able to yell back at him, not want to fuck him,' she cursed to herself.
"And," he continued, "you're an even bigger baka for suggesting that we look for a cheque to the Itashi Institute. Obviously it will be labeled to the damn institute and not you, which is precisely what we found! Of course we didn't know who he was going to, but everyone assumed that it was for anything but sex. He's works in a damn club dedicated to sex for Kami's sake! But, damn it; he was my suspect before he was your damn client."
"Prove it," she retaliated, spitting the words at him. "Prove to me that you have the right to harass him and I'll apologize."
He somehow, swiftly, managed to get around the desk, switch their positions, and push her under his grasps. He leaned close, whispering the words in her ear. "He's a violent man with a track record, Mimi-chan. He's been under police scrutiny before, especially after his father's death." Her eyes widened with shock. "Yes, we figured that he had killed his father, but we were never really certain. So, he's been a suspect from the moment we found out that he was a bodyguard."
He reached out, tugging her hair with his hand, pulling her head back so she could stare up at him. "I don't like the idea of you treating a criminal, especially a violent one, Mimi-chan. From now on, I will be worried. That's why I harassed him; he's already in trouble with the law for obstructing justice, which means that he could spend roughly a week in a jail if I feel like it. I don't trust the man, Mimi-chan, he pulls the lawyer card too often and he's lying. I need him scared, Mimi-chan, he's afraid of me, he's afraid of being caught, and I know it."
He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "And, if he ever lays a fucking finger on you, I'll kill him."
The shock faded from her eyes, which slowly filled with happiness and love. The man was so damn protective of her and so damn passionate about his job. He was stubborn as hell, too, and that's what she loved about him.
"Lieutenant," she murmured softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, "do you feel like showing me why you'll protect me?" She pulled him down, nibbling on his earlobe. For a while now, the feel of his body pressing against hers had been slowly arousing her, and now that they were close, her breath on his flesh, his hand tangled in her hair, the arousal exploded into a full flame of desire.
"Show me how much you need me, Lieutenant."
In a flash, their clothes were on the floor and she was lifted onto her desk, legs spread before him. He bruised her mouth with kiss after kiss as his hands deftly removed her silky panties, tossing them aside before plunging his fingers deep inside of her.
Her head fell back, mouth opening with a loud cry as pleasure coursed through her. His fingers moved quickly and deeply, rubbing her g-spot while thumb teased her clitoris. Her hips slowly began to pump against his hand while his free one yanked at her hair, pulling her lips back to his for another fierce kiss.
While their tongues battled for dominance, she felt her body begin the familiar tightening sensation as her orgasm drew near.
"Ah, Yamato-kun," she gasped.
He slid his fingers out of her and pulled back, making sure that she watched as he licked her juices off of his digits, one by one.
"Mimi-chan, you taste so damn good," he growled, his eyes darkened with pleasure. "I could fucking drink you forever."
Watching him lick her juices off of his fingers, she softly cried out at her body tightened even more, her breasts taut with pleasure, nipples almost painfully hard. Her entire body heated up to the point where she was coated with a layer of sweat and she feared that she might burst into flames.
But, as her body reacted in such a way, her mind was thinking, slowly, as he licked his hand clean, of how much she loved his eyes. His eyes always conveyed so many emotions, so much tenderness, compassion, and love for her, and whenever she felt his gaze on her, she knew that she was the only person he could see. It didn't matter if they were alone in a room or in a crowd of thousands of people, she knew that he only had eyes for her and only watched her with love in his eyes.
She knew it, from the moment they had met, that he would only look at her. She felt it, when her body tightened with arousal at the sound of his voice, and her mind cried for release as his beautiful blue eyes stared into her own amber ones.
Damn it, she loved him, and she knew whenever she looked into his eyes, that he loved her too.
How could she have tried fighting such a strong love?
"Yamato-kun!" she shouted as he yanked off his boxers and slammed his hard length into her moist depths.
Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him close as his lips found her ear. Teasing the lobe, moving around the earrings, he whispered softly, "Mimi-chan, I'm going to show you just how much I fucking need you." He slowly slid out until the tip rested against her folds. "I'm going to fuck you so damn hard because you are mine," he growled, surging against her, thrusting deep into her.
"Fuck!" she screamed as he rubbed against her g-spot.
"You're mine, Mimi-chan," he slid out again. "Just as I'm yours," he nearly shouted, slamming his hips harder and faster against hers.
Her head fell back as he gripped her hips, thrusting hard and deep into her, taking her without mercy while she took pleasure in turn. Her body had exploded, several times already as she fell off of the precipice into a world of pleasure so powerful that it made screams bubble from her throat.
This was what their passion and love was like; a turbulent, passionate storm that would never cease. He would fuck her, hard and fast, and she would return it with glee, responding with a pleasure that never seemed to abate but always grow more and more powerful.
He pulled her against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest, the friction making her squeeze her legs tightly around his waist as she screamed while another orgasm washed over her.
"Mimi-chan," he growled, biting on her lower lip as he moved harder and faster, "you're mine, you're fucking mine, and I'm yours." She threw her head back and screamed with pleasure.
"Tell me," he bit her throat, bruising her flesh, making his mark, "tell me that you're mine and I'm yours."
Her nails dug into his back as he surged forward, his body tensing as he felt his orgasm coming. "Oh, Yamato-kun, I'm yours!" she screamed, her body clenching around him. "You're mine and I'm yours! Come for me, come with me."
"Yes," he growled, moving harder and faster until they cried out each other's names in unison. He filled her and she felt complete, falling over the edge and into the ocean of his blue eyes and absolute pleasure.
She was complete, she was his for eternity and he would always be hers, no matter what happened.
She would always love him.
He sat beside the bed, holding her hand as he watched her sleep. She looked stronger, like in the past few days she had been eating more. Her face no longer had the gaunt, pale look, she had colour to her cheeks and it made him happy.
She was smiling now whenever she woke up, and she stayed awake for much longer.
It made his day whenever she said his name with the love in her voice.
"Sora-chan, I love you," he whispered softly in the room, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.
"Taichi-kun, you're so sweet." He watched as her lips moved, murmuring the words back at him. "I love you too."
He moved his hand from holding hers to cupping her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb on her smooth flesh that now appeared more alive than it did a few days ago.
"How long have I been sleeping for?" Her eyes opened slowly, exposing the chocolate orbs that had lay hidden for the past couple of hours.
He smiled down at her. "Only a couple of hours; you were already asleep when I showed up and I felt that you needed your rest. Mimi-chan and Yamato-kun came by earlier, just to say hi, and they left almost right away." He then chuckled. "They seemed a little … flushed."
Sora blushed darkly before letting a few giggles burst from her throat. "Taichi-kun…" she said warningly, her voice finally growing stronger as she began to slowly sit up.
He leaned forward, immediately adjusting her pillows so that she would not be uncomfortable. He wanted her as comfortable as possible, that way he could minimize the amount of pain she felt and ensure that she would heal properly, without any difficulties.
He just couldn't stand the thought of her in any more pain.
Fighting back the thoughts, he grinned broadly at her. "I know, I know, but, it's not my fault that Mimi-chan's blouse was buttoned all wrong and that Yamato-kun's tie was crooked. The man's tie is never crooked. So, of course, we can only assume…"
"Taichi-kun, while I find that discussing the whole process of why you came to conclude such things, I would rather just … talk about what we're going to do." Her hand lifted to lie across her belly, rubbing her abdomen as she thought about the tiny life that now lay within her.
It was a strange sensation; scary, terrifying, but, at the same time, it felt good. It was a beautiful feeling, knowing that in just a few months, she would bring this life to the world, where the child would be loved and cherished, and, in turn, would learn to love and cherish others. It was simply amazing that she carried this life within her, inside of her body, and that she would do so for the next nine months.
She wondered briefly if she could get maternity leave from her work, but the thought was only just that: brief. She did not want to dwell on it just yet; it was something in the future, not something for the present.
"Sora-chan," Taichi smiled, "I think I found a nice house for us."
Her eyes widened with shock, mouth agape as she heard those words. Taichi had been house hunting while she'd been lying in the hospital, unable to do anything on her own except walk a bit and go to the washroom? Damn him and being able to surprise her and love her. She was a lucky woman.
"Actually," he added sheepishly, "I've found a few houses that might be nice. They're affordable, and one of them even has the mortgage all paid off, so that's a bonus. And, they're not too big either, just the right size for a family."
Family. What a nice, wholesome, beautiful word of love and joy. She and Taichi would now make a family of their own and just the idea of it made her want to cry with happiness.
"Taichi-kun," she choked as those tears began to flow freely. "Oh, Taichi-kun, I love you so much."
He leaned forward, holding her hands tightly, smiling at her as she smiled and cried. "I love you too, Sora-chan." He loved her so damn much that, at times, it scared the shit out of him. But, it made him happy, happier than he had ever been before in his life, to love someone and know that they loved him back.
"Sora-chan," he whispered softly, "eventually, I want us to get married. Once the investigation is over, we'll buy our house and have a nice wedding. A small one, just friends and family, in the backyard; I think it would be nice."
"Taichi-kun, you're too good to me." She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you, so much."
He grinned at her as she wiped away her tears. "I think that we already established that point a few minutes ago." He then sat back, watching as she composed herself, and noted that he just couldn't stop smiling. Technically, he had just proposed to her, and, technically, she had just said yes. That was the greatest feeling ever.
Her eyes suddenly went from great joy to becoming darkened with worry, and his smile instantly vanished.
"Sora-chan?"
"I'm … I'm worried, Taichi-kun." She began to gnaw on her lower lip, showing just how extreme the worry was. She never gnawed on her lower lip unless it was something overly stressful or important.
His stomach began to instantly twist into knots. Was she about to refuse when she had just accepted? Was she just going to turn and walk away? Was she going to suggest that they get the unthinkable…an abortion? Kami-sama, please, don't let it be any of those, please, don't let it…
"A … about what?" He couldn't keep his voice from shaking; his heart had begun to thunder rhythmically and his pulse had instantly sped up along with his breathing.
He was anxious.
"It's about Mimi-chan, so please, don't stress too much." She smiled up at him; damn her, she knew him far too well for his own good.
He wanted to breathe a loud sigh of relief, but he knew that it would be insulting towards Mimi, and it would also be selfish of him. But, he couldn't help but feel beyond relieved that she was not going to suggest the worst possible things in the world.
"What about Mimi-chan?"
Sora began to gnaw on her lower lip anew, this time twining her hands unconsciously, as she began to think of how to say it. It would be such a touchy subject, especially since Mimi never knew that Sora knew…yes, Sora knew about her story, about her life in America, and she was now afraid that the nightmares wouldn't stop…
"Mimi-chan has a … problem." Taichi arched a brow at the word, but she continued before he could ask. "Mimi-chan has been getting, well, nightmares for about three or four years now, and they're really bad." She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the blanket, playing with the hospital wristband. "They get so bad, at times, that she would literally be physically sick. They're really bad; she screams and wakes up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and shakes for hours afterwards."
Taichi listened quietly as Sora told him the story of her friend. How could Mimi have been trying to keep this a secret from anyone for so long? Then again, he had not known Mimi for as long as Sora had, and they were not really best friends, more like good acquaintances, but, in the long run, he found it hard to believe that this girl was plagued by such violent nightmares. It actually scared him, made him wonder just what could have happened to cause such a thing.
He wondered if Yamato knew about it…
"She doesn't know, but I know what they're about," Sora muttered after a few minutes of silence. "I … I can't tell her that, though. I don't think she wants me to know, because she never told me." She looked up at Taichi, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "She suffered so much, went through so much pain, and I don't think she wanted me to worry about her. She always tried to be so quiet when she woke up, always pretended to fall back asleep after, but I know that she could never fall asleep afterwards. I … I can't stand seeing her in so much pain, and sometimes, I wonder if I'm the only person who can help her.
"I always hold her, I tell her everything will be okay, remind her that it's just a nightmare, and I feel like I'm the only person who can help her. I'm the only one who knows about the nightmares; she never told her family, friends, not even her coworkers, who could help her."
Taichi leaned forward, gently wiping away her tears. "Sora-chan, she's strong, I'm sure she'll be fine on her own. If not, then you can always ask her to get help…"
"That's the problem," she sobbed. "She's too stubborn; she won't get help. She'd rather suffer alone than know that I worry about her. I bet … I bet that she, deep down, doesn't even want us to move in together. I bet that she secretly wants to be able to move in with us, just so that she could be with someone who can help her." She rubbed furiously at her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling. But she couldn't…it hurt so much to know that her friend was in pain. It hurt so damn much …
"I'm afraid to leave her alone, Taichi-kun…I'm afraid of what will happen to her. Don't you understand? She won't sleep, even now she doesn't eat enough, and she'd been borderline anorexic before, after she came back from America. She won't see help; she'll just stay alone and suffer, without telling anyone." She choked out the last few words, burying her face in her hands.
"I hate seeing her in pain, Taichi…I hate it. I just want to make it all go away…"
He held her as she cried, held her tightly in his embrace as she shook and sobbed in his arms, choking out that she loved Mimi, that Mimi was like a sister and she couldn't stand seeing her in pain. He held her as his heart broke for her, snapping into millions of pieces as she cried for her friend, cried for the pain her friend suffered through, and cried because, in the end, she would never be the one to make it all go away for good…
"Sora-chan," he paused and waited as she looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot and face tear-streaked, "what … happened to Mimi-chan?"
The tears, which had momentarily ceased when Taichi murmured that she was strong and loving, flowed anew. "Oh, Taichi-kun, I wish I could tell you … but I can't … she doesn't know that I know … the police told me what happened … I can't tell you; it wouldn't be fair to her. I'm sorry, Taichi-kun … I'm sorry."
He then held her as she cried, and he vowed that he would, somehow, try to find a way to help Mimi's nightmares stop, so long as it made Sora's tears stop.
They stood in the dark room, the curtains drawn, letting in the least amount of light possible, just enough so that they could see each other's silhouettes. However, they still knew each other's names and knew ways to blackmail one another. But, when they were together, they did not use one another's names. Instead, they had nicknames, names they had made up for one another, names that did not seem to fit them while their real names did.
The small one, the leader, was known as Haru, the bigger man was called Tazuno, and the brains, the man the least involved, was Kin. They knew each other only by those names in these situations, and pretended to barely know one another outside of these meetings.
Haru was seated this time, in a comfortable fauteuil by a desk, fiddling with what the others assumed was a pencil or pen of some sort. He was stressed, nervous, incredibly anxious and fidgety.
Something was happening, and it would be something big.
Kin leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, and watched patiently as Tazuno paced quickly back and forth.
"What's the matter, Tazuno-san?" This came from Haru, who noticed the severe anxiety and stress also flowing from the bigger man.
He worried now; the bigger man, while excellent at what he did, had always been rather slow and stupid, and the most likely out of the three to be caught with some sort of evidence.
Had the idiot been caught?
"No … nothing. It's just those fucking cops," he spat, anger flowing through his voice, causing the stress to dissipate as his fury grew. "They think they know fucking everything. They've been trying to raid my house, and my coworker's house, for weeks now. Bastards seem to think that one of us have something to do with this shit."
Haru smiled grimly in the shadows. "Well, they seem to be on the right track, don't they?" His voice held not contentment, and was laced with poison and sarcasm so powerful that it almost affected Kin.
Almost.
"No … no, I'm still lucky. I think they're going more for the other guy and not me, but I'm not sure. They're sort of eased up on me for the time being."
"Really? Well, I supposed that that's good to know. Well, let's give them something to work on, eh?"
This made Kin arch a brow, and he watched as Haru spun the pen through his fingers, slowly and calmly, almost methodically, as though he were using the motion to create some sort of plan in his mind.
This was the only part of Haru that Kin seemed to remotely respect, other than that; the man was useless, annoying, and whined like a bitch. He wasn't even sure what had drawn him into this situation, it had begun as something between Haru and Tazuno and somehow, Kin had been brought into the group.
Oh yes, he remembered now, it was the offer of money. Beautiful, lovely yen that made him smile and become a part of the program. But now, he wouldn't dare leave; it would certainly ensure that he would be blackmailed.
But, little did they know, but he was secretly helping the enemy by laying hints and clues, giving the enemy just what they wanted, while Haru paid him to keep him quiet. Oh, he was quiet, he was silent when he gave the cops what they wanted, he was silent as they, themselves, came to their conclusion, and he silently stood by and watched as everything unfolded around him.
He didn't interfere on either side; he came to conclude, a long time ago, that he wouldn't interfere. He was smart, he knew how to weigh the consequences, and he knew how to act in such a way that it always benefited him. That, somehow, made him the most dangerous in the threesome.
Fortunately for him, Haru was too blind to see it, and Tazuno was too damn stupid to even equate such an improbably calculation. So, in the end, he simply smiled and received whatever he wanted.
"We have to act soon," Haru said, breaking the tense silence of the room that followed Haru's earlier statement. "I don't want to fool around anymore; I'm sick of those pathetic people, those useless women and their stupid ways to fight back. I want to go after my target."
Kin leaned forward, listening patiently, while Tazuno paused in his pacing to stare at the leader.
"What do you mean?" Of course, the idiotic question had to come from Tazuno, of all the stupid people in the world.
Haru made a sound of impatience and annoyance. It seemed that Tazuno's low intelligence also got on Haru's nerves from time to time.
"What I mean is that we have to go after her. In a couple of days, we'll get her and take her, we'll bring her to the hideout, and there, I will make her mine." He clenched his fists tightly and the room as filled with the sound of the pen weakening under his grip. "She will fucking pay for everything that she ever did to me, and I will make her know that she will always be mine."
"Haru, I would like to be the one to point out that you are seriously fucked up." Kin finally spoke, quiet and calm, while his voice held a slight teasing hint to it, almost condescending in nature. But, Haru missed that particular tone and focused only on the spoken words. Figure it would be him to completely miss the main point of things.
"What gives you the right to call me fucked up? You're the one who does all of this shit for us, and for what? You do it for money. Who the fuck gives a damn about money? That's fucked up. Getting revenge, making someone pay, is not fucked up."
Kin wanted to retaliate, but he knew that the logic behind his words would be lost to the short and bigger men. In the end, Haru would simply misunderstand him, or even understand him, and he would just go ballistic and start shouting.
He really did not want Haru to start yelling; yelling meant being loud, and being loud meant that it was more likely that others might hear, and others hearing could mean that someone might discover them. One thing always leads to another, and sometimes, at the end of the line, the consequences were not really pleasant.
So, in the end, he remained quiet while Haru spoke passionately about his dream. He listened as the man spoke about making some woman his, nearly screaming that she would pay, and that he would make her feel pain before the end. Kin, all the while, counted the amount of money he would have this time, and thought about ways to secretly help the cops so that they could get off of his damn back.
Cooperation was always the key.
Never interfere…it always caused trouble.
There we go, that's the end of Chapter 21.
I'm going to try and start working on Chapter 22 immediately, but I will have some troubles completing it within the next few weeks, since I have several essays due within a small amount of time. So please, forgive me if it takes a lot of time to update.
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