"No more. I think I'm going to be sick." Tachibana placed her hand on her exposed abdomen, trying to calm the never ending churning of her stomach. When she had awoken from her alcohol induced slumber, she had already missed the majority of the days activities. So to make up for Toy Gun Gun going into the battlefield with one less member than needed, she was being forced to run drills around the camp site, with the butt of Yukimura's sniper pressing on her ass whenever she slowed to a stop.

"You're underage and a good girl. Don't let bad people influence you into doing naughty things ever again." He slapped the gun against one of her butt cheeks as he spoke, spurring her forward once again. "Don't you think she's had enough for today? We're going to miss dinner and we still need to shower." Haruki was stood on the sidelines of her makeshift course, a deep frown etched between his thin brows.

His eyes gestured towards the girls washroom which was a stone's throw away.

Glancing at Yukimura who was suddenly distracted at Matsuoka coming out of the tent topless, she took the opportunity to hightail it as fast as she could to the washroom, Haruki met her once she was safely inside and handed her her bag. Once her fingers were secured around the strap, he let it fall and stormed off.

Had she done something to upset him?

"Tachibana, get back here, I'm not done with your punishment yet!" At hearing Yukimura's voice, she ducked into the room, she was thankful that there was only one other person there.

It wasn't that she was self conscious of her body but the concept of public bathing was still very foreign to her. She had never done it, her mother had always forbid her from going to public bathhouses.

Her words were "You never know who might be lurking behind the steam."

Shaking her head at her mother's silly words, Tachibana began to slowly undress. Tucking her clothes into a section of her bag, she got to work soaking her body. The warm water felt amazing on her tight muscles.

"Feeling sore? It must be hard work acting like such a whore." A harsh voice whispered in her ear. Flinching away, she fell off her small stool and landed with a wet smack on the floor. Standing over her was the smallest member of Team Hoshishiro and also the cutest. Ichi looked down at Tachibana with a look of pure disdain.

Her large eyes narrowed as they locked onto the curve of her neck. "Nice mark, did you have to force him to do that?" Tachibana's hand slapped onto the exposed skin that was stained a dark purple and blushed furiously. "I don't know what you mean, I got this from a BB pellet."

She wasn't sure if that was a lie or the truth, the previous night was a bit of a blur, she recalled spending some time with someone…

"Stop acting so innocent, it's pissing me off." Ichi gave her one last glare and stormed out of the bathroom. The whole encounter left a foul taste in her mouth, that girl's attitude stunk.

With her enjoyable bath time now ruined, Tachibana got to her feet and began to dry herself off with the course towel. Her eyes landed on the reflection of her body in the mirror on the far side of the room, the purple stain was bright against her otherwise pale skin. As her fingers trailed up to touch it, memories began to trickle back into her head.

Letting out a soft gasp, her face began to glow with colour at what she was recalling. Her and Midori...They had almost…

Squeaking loudly, Tachibana knelt on the floor, squeezing her knees tightly together as she tried to compose herself. They still had the rest of the night and tomorrow at this training camp, there was no way in hell she was going to be able to avoid Midori for that long.

'But other people were around when I had been sat on his lap, what did they see?'

The thought of her crude behaviour being seen by anyone else was utterly mortifying to think about, it was hard enough remembering it, let alone being told by other people that she was a 'whore.'

She couldn't really blame Ichi for what she had said. It was a well known fact that she was beyond infatuated with her team's captain. But despite that, even though her words hurt, they were the truth. Her mother would have said the exact same thing.

Walking out of the washroom, she just couldn't bring herself to hide the shame from overtaking her facial features. "So you finally remembered what happened?" Haruki was stood against the entrance, leaning against the bricks with a stone cold look on his face. Gritting her teeth, she pointed accusingly at him. "Haru-Haruki should not be stood outside of the girls washroom, that is how people get into trouble for being a peeper."

His eyes widened in shock, as if the thought had not even entered his mind. Taking a few steps away, he looked around manically to make sure that there were no people around to misunderstand the current situation unfolding.

"I'm not a peeper, and even if I was there's no way I'd waste my time peeking on you."

Her hand swung out to strike him but it fell limp in mind air. Her eyes turned down to face the floor as she accepted the harsh truth. "Did I do something stupid last night?" His mouth opened but soon shut again.

"I wouldn't say it was the smartest thing." Another voice said, a voice who had been whispering sweet nothings to her the previous night. As her body went rigid, Haruki scowled at Midori over Tachibana's head.

"You need to disappear before I really get mad."

Before she could fully understand the situation, a hand grasped her shoulder, spinning her on the spot and revealing the man who was haunting her memories. His smile was dangerous, it made her want to do all the things they had done the previous night and more, and Midori knew that.

Biting his lip, Midori feigned confusion. "Now Haruki, why would you have any reason to be getting mad? I just want to have a chat with your friend little Tachibana."

His fingers moved from her shoulder, trailing gently over her skin to the back of her neck. She was utterly transfixed by this man, unable to look away from his glowing eyes. "Tachibana, what are you doing? This guy is scum." Haruki's tone was harsh, but not enough so to pull her out of this trance like state she had fallen into.

Feeling Midori's grip on the back of her neck loosen, she feared he would let go and just blurted out a response to Haruki. "I will be back for dinner. I need to talk to Midori too." Feeling the warmth of his fingers return, she let out a sigh of relief and turned her head to look at her worried teammate.

"I'm fine, don't worry." She smiled reassuringly but it did anything but that. Giving Midori one last glare, Haruki disappeared in the direction of the camp, all the while mumbling under his breath.

After his departure, the silence between the two of them was almost deafening. Counting down from ten, Tachibana managed to gather enough willpower to take a step away from his touch. She missed it instantly, what was with this guy? It was strange the hold he had over her, but there was no way she was going to let him see what he was doing to her, not if she could help it…

With a trembling finger she poked his neck, where a mark identical to the one on her skin lay. "Was this made by me? Did I force you to do anything?" She had to take responsibility because from memory, he had been perfectly innocent towards her, maybe not so in the past but on this occasion he had, it was her who had practically mounted him like a dog in heat.

She swore to herself that alcohol and her were now enemies.

"You may be a feisty little thing but there is no way you could force me to do anything sweetheart."

That was probably true. Sighing in relief, she let her eyes fall shut for a second, which turned out to be a second too long. The feeling of being hoisted into the air sent her eyes flying open, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. She immediately noticed something that made her spine tingle.

Midori wasn't smiling anymore.

"You're done teasing me."

In a quick manoeuvre, he had ducked them down the corner of the bathhouse, it was secluded enough that nobody should be able to just walk by them. With her body now wrapped around him, Midori pressed her back against the wall behind them and sealed their lips together. It was a kiss full of pent up feelings, feelings of anger and feelings of lust.

Breaking away, she was struggling to talk through her heavy breaths. "I'll hit you if you do that again." His eyes were daring her to.

But they both knew her words were empty.

There was nothing soft or sweet about their kisses, they were bruisingly eager.

After they parted for the night, both their lips were swollen from the secret that was only to be kept between them.