"Can you try and oh I don't know, drive like someone who actually has a license? I'd like to get there sometime today." Haruki's tone was overflowing with sarcasm as he noisily flipped the page of his anatomy book he was reading.

Matsuoka gave a witty retort, teasing the accelerator slightly but soon dropped off when the thick cover of Haruki's book connected with the back of his head.

"Ow, no need for any violence, Tachibana tell him." Matsuoka's blue eyes pleaded with Tachibana through the rear view mirror, pulling his best puppy dogs expression, she, of course, gave in instantly. She was sucker for cute things. Turning sideways in her seat, she gave Haruki a stern look and tapped his nose like you would do to a dog that was misbehaving.

"No hitting Matsuoka, what if we had crashed?" Tachibana let out a short puff of air through her lips as she watched him open his mouth and snatch her outstretched digit, trapping it in between his sharp teeth. Tilting his head gently to the side, his olive eyes were bright and daring.

Before she could even think about yanking her finger out of his grip, his eyes fell shut and his tongue slid up the length of her finger, soothing the sting his teeth had left behind with it's wet warmth.

The flash of a camera made them both blink, successfully popping the bubble they were encased in. Tachibana returned her finger to her side, wiping away the saliva left from his mouth whereas Haruki had a satisfied smirk on his face as he gave her one last look of heat and returned to his book, like nothing had happened. Yukimura was leaning from his seat in the front of the car, camera in hand and a very strange look on his face.

"You guys have just given me a great idea for my new manga." His glasses were practically steaming up, he was that excited about what he had just witnessed. Tachibana pulled up the loose material of her jacket up to cover the warmth that had clouded her cheeks. The thought of Yukimura using her as a reference for one of his Ero manga's did not sound like a great thing…

The last person she wanted to think of her like that would be him...

"Yuki, I think you got a little bit too excited." Matsuoka, sensing how uncomfortable she was getting, decided to take Yukimura's attention away from the scene he had just witnessed and bring it back around to him. Frowning, Tachibana peeked over the front seat to see what the manga author was trying to hide and wished she had stayed blissfully unaware.

"You got a boner over us? You're such a perv!" Yanking Haruki's book out of his hands, she began to hit Yukimura over the head with it but stopped once the bulge in his shorts seemed to grow. Why did she think it would be a good idea to come on this survival game retreat with these guys again? It had been too eventful already and they hadn't even arrived yet.

"That's just gross man." Haruki stared at him with a disapproving look on his face but soon the screams in the car were drowned out by Matsuoka blasting some girly pop song through his speakers and winding the windows down. The fresh air seemed to cool everyone off, Yukimura calmed himself down and began singing along to the catchy song too, acting like his innocent self again.

'Yeah he may look innocent but he's such a masochistic perv.'

Tachibana couldn't help but laugh at the situation and join in with the singing. It was great to just have fun with her friends, despite the weirdness that came with them, she had missed this more than anything. After another hour of driving, they had finally arrived at the retreat. Well, it was more of a assortment of tents, gazebos and then the giant survival game field behind them than a retreat. That made it sound a lot fancier than it was.

It was going to be a three day, two night trip for them and by the looks of it, a lot of teams had showed up for it. Since she had not officially played with Toy Gun Gun since returning to Japan, it seemed like the perfect place to test their team capabilities again. Maybe the three of them had grown even stronger while she had been gone?

"Let's go find our spot, pitch our tent and then get sorted. The games are starting in about an hour so let's hustle." Matsuoka was calm as always, leading his team into the battlefield that was people trying to set up their tents. Some of them were perfectly pitched and the people were enjoying a cold beverage, others not so much.

Tachibana approached a male that was crouched on the floor, crying. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she tried to gain his attention. "Hey, you shouldn't crouch on the floor whilst wearing white, you'll ruin your clothes."

She mentally slapped herself for saying something so stupid but it seemed to work as they stopped crying and he lifted his face up to look at her. "Tachibana, thank god it's you. Help me." It turned out that it was Fujimoto, he had arrived before his team and had wanted to get their tent set up before the others arrived but had failed, very badly. She was pretty sure that he had ripped the material of the roof of the tent and it seemed far too small to fit the whole team in…

"How many people is this tent for? It just seems rather small for three of you." Haruki was kneeling on the opposite side of the tent, examining the label. Fujimoto smiled brightly.

"It said that it fits three people inside." A mud covered piece of paper slapped against his cheek, it splattered down his white uniform which made Fujimoto start to cry even more about how Midori was going to be angry at him for getting his jacket dirty.

Slowly peeling the paper from his cheek, Tachibana examined the writing and let out a small laugh. "It says three children will fit inside Fujimoto, I doubt it would even fit Ichi inside let alone all of you."

"I'm going to get set up ours, good luck." Matsuoka winked at Tachibana and dragged Yukimura away with him. Patting his back sympathetically, she tried to stop him crying but everything she said only seemed to make it worse.

The sound of someone approaching made Fujimoto's eyes widen in fear. "Midori, you're here already?"

Tachibana's entire body froze at the mention of his name. She hadn't seen or spoken the sadistic doctor since he had taken her home from TCC. She got the feeling that he was giving her the cold shoulder, not that they spoke frequently before or anything like that but when she had sent him a message asking if he'd like to practice together again. She didn't receive a reply.

After that she had been too embarrassed to send him another text, he'd probably had his fun with her and he was already onto the next one.

"Why so tense?" Midori's voice was directly next to her ear. His sensual tone sent a wave of arousal through her body, enough to cause her to wobble on her crouched legs. Closing her eyes, she waited for her impact with the floor but instead fell onto Fujimoto's side. She felt him let out a groan of discomfort as his head took the brunt of the fall, caking his white hair in mud.

Disoriented, her eyes examined a pair of military boots in front of their heads, one foot moved forward to nudge her side but before it made contact she was lifted effortlessly into the air by a pair of strong arms. Haruki had a scowl on his face as he pulled her small body against his torso.

"Don't touch my teammate." His voice was icy, leaving a chill in its wake but instead of intimidating Midori like he intended to, he simply leant his head forward so the two men were millimeters from touching. "Oh I'll do a lot more than touch her, I'll make her scream my-"

"Midori!" Ichi interrupted him, shouting his name in outrage. Chuckling, Midori held his hands up with an innocent expression on his handsome face. As Haruki began to storm away, Tachibana ducked her head underneath his arm and stuck her tongue out at the immature leader of one of the best teams in the business of survival games.

"You need to keep your distance, he has his eye on you, just like he did with Matsuoka." Gently shaking his head, he knew his words were falling on deaf ears. "He'll break you just like he did with him."

After her encounter with Midori, her head just wasn't in the game and she got hit almost instantly in every game. But luckily it was a short walk of shame of the arena as her team's base was close to the camp. Pushing her way through the shrubbery, she noticed a familiar face in the waiting area who was far too skilled to be out of the game so early. Sagara was sat with her legs crossed on one of the many picnic benches littered around the area with a bottle of something in her hand.

"Sagara, are you out already?" Tachibana called out to her, waving to catch her attention. Sagara had to double take who it was that was greeting her. Her blue eyes went wide and she gestured towards her with her mouth hanging wide open. "Tachibana? Hotaru Tachibana? You look incredible wow." Reaching forward, her hand squeezed her breasts, palming the generous globes that were hidden under her survival game gear. "You've gone on grown up on me, wow."

"Stop molesting people Sagara." Another voice said, the two girls turned around to see someone approaching them. "Haru? How lovely to see you again." His face scrunched up at the sight of her, he then examined Sagara and let out a sigh. "I don't know why my uncle recommended I join your team, you guys suck."

Sticking out her tongue, she grasped Tachibana by her waist and pulled her close. "No, you suck. Have you met the lovely Tachibana? She's with Toy Gun Gun."

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. "Yes, I have unfortunately." Sagara slapped his arm a little harder than she probably should have. His face crumpled like he had felt the pain of her hits for a while. "Behave." Her eyes were twinkling with mischief as she pulled the two of them over to the table she was sat at and pulled another bottle out from her bag.

"Now, while we wait for the rest of them to finish the last game, how about we all get along nicely and listen to how Tachibana got so hot?"

"That was stupidly easy, why did we come here Midori?" Ichi was moaning her little ass off, as usual. It was obvious to everyone except Tachibana why he had came to this little training camp. Team Hoshishiro needed no practice, they were skilled without that. But why would he leave his property unattended for three days around so many ravenous wolves?

"You know very well why we're here Ichi, quit your whining." It had taken far too long to complete the last match of the day as one of the worst teams there had a member of theirs hide up a tree to which they then could not get out of. Midori had taken a shot once he was within range to end the game and left Yukimura and Matsuoka to help catch the fool.

The sounds of laughter greeted Midori's ears as they got closer to the camp, what were they up to now? The first person he saw was dancing on top of one of the tables. "Hanako Sagara, what have you been doing." Her eyes were shut and she was dancing to some imaginary music in her head with a bottle of alcohol in her hand.

"They're all drunk." Ichi said, dumbfounded at the sight before her. Team Hoshishiro walked over to the heart of the party and tried to talk to Sagara. "Hey drunk girl, what happened?" Peeking out of one of her eyes, she let out a loud whoop and gestured to the slumped forms of a guy and girl who were huddled together with their hands entwined. "They lost, poor Tachibana and Haru can't handle their booze."

'Tachibana?'

Now on high alert, he gently brushed the hair out of the girl's face who was slumped over the table. His heart beat loudly in his chest at the sleeping face of his little spitfire. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol that Sagara had probably encouraged her to drink and her lips were parted ever so slightly.

"Tachibana, you've been naughty haven't you?"

A tiny crease appeared in between her eyebrows and she batted her hands in midair. "No, I'm good. Good girl." This was going to be harder than he thought. He needed to be careful because if he heard her say she was good one more time he was going to have a good hard on.

"Wake up, let's get you some water, you can't play tomorrow if you have a hangover now can you."

Peeking out through her eyes, they shone with happiness at the face hovering over hers. She ripped her hand away from the guy at her side and wrapped her arms around Midori's neck, clinging on tight. "Midori, I missed you. you're so great." Her sweet voice was slurred slightly. Instead of wanting to ruin her, all he wanted to do was care for her. Just for the night, he might be able to be the good guy she wanted him to be.

Tucking his long legs under the bench, he pulled her small frame onto his lap and held her tightly against his body. Not that she had any objections to the seating arrangements. "You two look awfully close." Ichi and Fujimoto had finally made their way over and Ichi looked like she would do anything to be in Tachibana's place.

"Guys, our little girl from Toy Gun Gun isn't feeling too well, let's be nice for once huh?"

Ichi landed a solid kick against Fujimoto's shin, then grasped his arm and pulled him to a nearby table to sulk. Midori waved slowly at his teammates, a small smile on his face at how childish Ichi could be sometimes. He probably spoiled her a little too much and that was why she thought she could get away with anything. She lifted her chin up at him in defiance while Fujimoto waved back eagerly, a huge smile on his face.

Soft warmth tickled Midori's neck, then a wet suction. His pale green eyes widened as he looked down at Tachibana who was greedily licking and sucking on his exposed neck. Letting out a guttural groan, his crotch got uncomfortably stiff. What was happening?

Slipping his long fingers in between his neck and her lips, he gently removed her wonderful touch and instantly missed the sensation. But he couldn't take advantage of her when she was like this, that would be wrong...right?

"You taste better that I thought." Tachibana stared dreamily up at him, her plump lips were teasing him. This was really not good.

Then she started to move her hips, thrusting against his crotch. He almost lost it right there.

"Right come on Tachibana, let's get you to your tent, you need to sleep this off." Taking his lip in between his sharp teeth, he bit down to try and calm himself. His neck was burning hot from her touch, how dare she mark him.

She belonged to him, not the other way round. His controlling side was clawing it's way out and taking over. If she got to mark him, wasn't it right to mark her as his property too? Picking her up from the bench, Midori ignored the jeers of the other drunkards and wrapped her around his body, hoping that his erection wasn't visible through trousers. It was getting painful, the more she clung to him, the more he just wanted to just say screw this and claim her.

The walk back to her tent was torturous, her smell was everywhere and it was driving him insane. Once they reached it, the snoring of men greeted his ears. Tachibana let out a small giggle as she looked through the flap of the tent, Yukimura and Matsuoka were flat out, clad only in their boxers and spread eagle. "Thanks for bringing me back Midori, do I get a kiss goodnight?" She turned to face him and pouted her lips.

There was no way he was leaving her in a tent with two half naked men. Even he would be better than that. He had brought a spare tent so the one that Fujimon had brought was free, he could just set her up in there. At least then he could keep a close eye on her. She was never going to be allowed to drink alcohol again.

'She definitely needs to be disciplined for this.'

"Where are we going?" She asked curiously as he allowed the tent's flap to fall shut. He pulled her back up into his arms, not trusting that she wouldn't wonder off somewhere if he allowed her to walk.

"Somewhere safer."

She didn't speak again, but her breathing evened out indicating that she had fallen asleep and he thanked every god out there for that small gift. Once inside the small tent, he placed her down on the makeshift bed of blankets and settled a pillow under her head. She nuzzled against his hand, her voice a mere whisper.

"Midori, stay."

The way she said his name. It was tantalizing. He was so close. So close to doing the right thing and leaving her to sleep this whole thing off. But her flush neck was calling to him. Bowing his head, his lips hovered precariously over the soft skin there, daring himself to taste it.

Tachibana could feel his warm breath and she let out a tiny moan, it was just enough to kick him over the edge.

Staring with a soft kiss, he slowly began to lose himself to her sweetness. Pulling the skin in between his teeth, he bit down hard.

But she didn't respond to his touch, forcing his eyes open, even in the darkness he could see that she had fallen asleep yet again. Midori knew that he had to pull himself away from the situation he had before him. He hated that he had allowed his hormones to control him, he had marred her skin with his filthy desire.

Gently moving a stray hair from her face, he took a second to appreciate just how beautiful she was becoming. If he was capable of being in a normal relationship, he would have been honored to have her at his side. But nothing about him was normal and she belonged at his feet.