Except for the story, none of the characters belong to me, ok? Except for a
few originals, that is. Getting so sick of writing disclaimers that I just
copy and paste from the past stories. Chapter 2 coming up.
Chapter 2
Sunlight filtered in through the thin muslin curtains softly flowing with the breeze. Tokio let out a small sound of protest as she turned her head and snuggled against the pillow, escaping from the light. Her brow furrowed in puzzlement even as she sleep. When did her pillow become so hard? Not satisfied, she burrowed deeper trying to find a comfortable spot. Face down on the bedspread, her cheek resting against a warm, smooth pillow, Tokio sighed in contentment. A cosy, protected feeling overcame her.
A hand, big, capable and callused stroked her arms before travelling down her bare back, still moving in that slow, careless manner. The lower temperature of his hand roused a shiver from her as she arched her back to get closer. Her eyes fluttered open…to meet a masculine, muscled chest. With a startled shriek, she scuttered backwards awkwardly. The blankets entangled around her caused her to lose her balance and she let out another scream as she waved her arms frantically to keep from falling out of bed. She was saved by a strong arm that reached out to encircle her waist and pull her close. Tokio shook her head to clear away the haze of sleep and remembered.
The man she was running away from was her husband of two weeks. Two weeks already but she still could not get use to the presence of a man in her bed. A tint of red covered her face. She raised her eyes slowly to see her hands placed wide open on his chest. She stared, mesmerized by the contrast of her hands appearing so small, white and delicate against his darker skin. When she first saw him, she thought he was so scholarly and well, a bit… erm… frail with his lanky frame and spectacles. Even her uncle, upon seeing him at the wedding had pulled her aside and pressed into her hands a packet of herbs that was supposed to improve his 'masculine vigour'.
How mistaken they were! Although he switched off the lights for her sake on their first night together, she could still feel the lean, whipcord strength in him, carefully restrained as he led her into the unknown realm of pleasure. Her cheeks warmed at the memory and her fingers tightened involuntarily. A low growl sounded and the smooth, taut flesh under her hands vibrated. The colour in her cheeks heightened. Yes, that was exactly the sound he made when he……Her eyes widened as she snapped her head up and met his eyes. Amusement warred with desire in his golden eyes that looked dangerously feral without the spectacles.
"Ohayo,"a lazy smile touched his lips as his sleep-roughened voice drawled out his greetings. "O….Ohayo…,"Tokio whispered in mortification, her face flaming.
Freezeframe
"Ha, ha, ha…….."Satan was clutching his middle as he threw his head back in another gut-wrenching guffaw. What a woman! What a totally clueless, slow- on-the-uptake, head-in-the-clouds woman! Two weeks together and the poor man is still greeted with a woman who finds him a total stranger every morning! "It wasn't that funny," a nonplussed voice spoke up beside him. "Hn. You have no sense of humour," Satan threw out, his voice choking a bit with residual laughter. Sneaking a sideway glance,he added slyly, "Ahhh….They've been married for two weeks already. So fast. Who would have thought they only know each other three weeks ago? My, my. Where does the time go?"
"You think You are going to win for sure? Don't take anything for granted til the last minute, Satan. You never know what might happen."
Satan looked thoughtfully at God. Did He have something up His sleeves? But one week. What could happen in one measly week?
While he was in the bathroom, Tokio got out of bed, the redness on her face receding. Picking up his shirt which he slung over the back of the chair last night, Tokio shrugged it on. It smelled of him, a warm, musky, forest scent. Smiling to herself, she went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Simple toast and butter plus coffee for the both of them. Working as a teacher in a primary school, she needed the coffee to help her make it through the day. Breakfast completed, she started on preparing the lunchboxes. Riceballs, seaweed wraps, shellfish and prawn fillings. She hummed a cheerful little tune as she cooked.
Standing in the doorway, Saitoh Hajime looked at the homely scene of his woman busying in the kitchen. His woman. A slight frown marred his usually inscrutable face. This possessiveness he felt was not what he expected when he married her. Indeed, why had he married her? Because it was time for him to get married and because marriage presented a certain semblance of normalcy that was essential for a man in his trade and position. Then why her? There were any number of women he could have called up if all he wanted was the semblance of marriage. The lines on his forehead grew deeper. She was convenient and pliable. She did not know anything and thus she would be all the more convincing if anything should happen.
No. A sudden determination gripped him. There were any number of people in the world who wanted him dead but none who would dare try. Not only because of the organization behind him but also because of him. The fire in his eyes flared. No one would dare hurt him or his because revenge when they failed would be swift and brutal.
The clinking of bowls drew his attention back to Tokio. Her long hair was arranged haphazedly in a bun with tendrils escaping from the pins and trailing temptingly close to her neck. He recognised the shirt she had on. His. He felt a wave of satisfaction. It looked far better on her than it ever had on him. An uncharacteristic grin appeared as he followed with interest the hem of his shirt skimming and flitting about her thighs as she moved about. Her reaction to him every morning never failed to amuse him. She was a twenty-six years old woman but she behaved with the charming guilelessness of a sixteen year old.
Saitoh Hajime decided to stop protesting his own actions to himself. Whatever his reasons, nothing changed the fact that they were married. And happily too. He would not allow anything to happen to her and that, in his mind, was that.
* * * * * * *
Tokio entered the staff room and headed for her table. Sitting down, she took out her bento and tucked in. Her eyes closed in contentment as the fresh flavour of seafood tickled her tastebuds. She could not deny it. She was a great cook. Chewing happily, she thought of the amount of money she saved in preparing lunch herself instead of buying it from the school's canteen. It tasted better, it's more nutritious and way cheaper too! Smiling, she looked over her students' homework as she ate.
A sudden slap on her back caused her food to go down the wrong way. Her face turned red and she groped for her water flask. "Oh gosh! Are you ok? I'm so sorry!" Someone pressed a glass of water into her hands and she took a gulp immediately. Coughing a bit, she handed the glass back and turned around. A worried face met hers. It was Yamaguchi san, the new maths teacher. She had short, curly hair and huge round eyes that sparkled. "Are you all right now? I didn't mean to…" Tokio shook her head and tried to put her at ease, "I'm fine now, really." Looking around, she saw that the room was empty except for the two of them. "Everybody had gone for lunch. What about you? Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry, just tired. Almost couldn't wake up this morning." Yamaguchi rolled her shoulders and massaged her back. "Me too. Would have been late if not for my husband…" Tokio trailed off as she remembered the silly things she did again that morning. Yamaguchi mistook her silence for shyness and poked her slyly in the ribs, "Ohh, your husband. He sent you to school every morning, didn't he? Do you know you are the envy of every married female teachers in school to have such a considerate husband?" Tokio looked surprised, "Really? It's just for convenience. It's on his way to the office."
"Are you sure? Out school is rather out of the way and there's no office buildings nearby.
What's he working as anyway?" Yamaguchi asked curiously. Tokio paused. Then she
scratched her head. She realised she had never asked him what exactly was his job. She
just took it for granted that from the looks of him, it must be an office job. She answered
vaguely, "Just one of those 9 to 5 jobs in the office." "That's pretty regular."Losing
interest, she wandered back to her own table.
Tokio leaned back against her chair, her lunch forgotten. Married for two weeks and she
seemed to know almost nothing about her husband. Except that with one look, she knew
he would be a good husband, someone whom she could trust with her life. Was it love at
first sight? She did not know. But she knew she trusted him more than anybody she knew
and would know and that was enough. Resting her cheek on her palm, she decided she
had been remissed in her duties. Even though she felt marriage did not give her the right
to pry into his life, what if he felt differently? Maybe he thought she was not caring about
him enough. See. She did not even know what was his job. All right, her eyes shining
with resolve, she pledged to go home and dig up all the information about him.
Just then, the phone rang. It was her personal line and she rushed to pick it up.
"Sis…..pant….pant….I need your….pant…..help! Downstairs…..your….home…"
Ok. Chapter two finished. As the story progresses, there will be some links to another
story of mine. Think it's pretty easy to guess which one but that's still in the works. Will
try to hurry up but exams are coming so…hopefully,(cross my fingers)chapter three will
be out soon.
Chapter 2
Sunlight filtered in through the thin muslin curtains softly flowing with the breeze. Tokio let out a small sound of protest as she turned her head and snuggled against the pillow, escaping from the light. Her brow furrowed in puzzlement even as she sleep. When did her pillow become so hard? Not satisfied, she burrowed deeper trying to find a comfortable spot. Face down on the bedspread, her cheek resting against a warm, smooth pillow, Tokio sighed in contentment. A cosy, protected feeling overcame her.
A hand, big, capable and callused stroked her arms before travelling down her bare back, still moving in that slow, careless manner. The lower temperature of his hand roused a shiver from her as she arched her back to get closer. Her eyes fluttered open…to meet a masculine, muscled chest. With a startled shriek, she scuttered backwards awkwardly. The blankets entangled around her caused her to lose her balance and she let out another scream as she waved her arms frantically to keep from falling out of bed. She was saved by a strong arm that reached out to encircle her waist and pull her close. Tokio shook her head to clear away the haze of sleep and remembered.
The man she was running away from was her husband of two weeks. Two weeks already but she still could not get use to the presence of a man in her bed. A tint of red covered her face. She raised her eyes slowly to see her hands placed wide open on his chest. She stared, mesmerized by the contrast of her hands appearing so small, white and delicate against his darker skin. When she first saw him, she thought he was so scholarly and well, a bit… erm… frail with his lanky frame and spectacles. Even her uncle, upon seeing him at the wedding had pulled her aside and pressed into her hands a packet of herbs that was supposed to improve his 'masculine vigour'.
How mistaken they were! Although he switched off the lights for her sake on their first night together, she could still feel the lean, whipcord strength in him, carefully restrained as he led her into the unknown realm of pleasure. Her cheeks warmed at the memory and her fingers tightened involuntarily. A low growl sounded and the smooth, taut flesh under her hands vibrated. The colour in her cheeks heightened. Yes, that was exactly the sound he made when he……Her eyes widened as she snapped her head up and met his eyes. Amusement warred with desire in his golden eyes that looked dangerously feral without the spectacles.
"Ohayo,"a lazy smile touched his lips as his sleep-roughened voice drawled out his greetings. "O….Ohayo…,"Tokio whispered in mortification, her face flaming.
Freezeframe
"Ha, ha, ha…….."Satan was clutching his middle as he threw his head back in another gut-wrenching guffaw. What a woman! What a totally clueless, slow- on-the-uptake, head-in-the-clouds woman! Two weeks together and the poor man is still greeted with a woman who finds him a total stranger every morning! "It wasn't that funny," a nonplussed voice spoke up beside him. "Hn. You have no sense of humour," Satan threw out, his voice choking a bit with residual laughter. Sneaking a sideway glance,he added slyly, "Ahhh….They've been married for two weeks already. So fast. Who would have thought they only know each other three weeks ago? My, my. Where does the time go?"
"You think You are going to win for sure? Don't take anything for granted til the last minute, Satan. You never know what might happen."
Satan looked thoughtfully at God. Did He have something up His sleeves? But one week. What could happen in one measly week?
While he was in the bathroom, Tokio got out of bed, the redness on her face receding. Picking up his shirt which he slung over the back of the chair last night, Tokio shrugged it on. It smelled of him, a warm, musky, forest scent. Smiling to herself, she went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Simple toast and butter plus coffee for the both of them. Working as a teacher in a primary school, she needed the coffee to help her make it through the day. Breakfast completed, she started on preparing the lunchboxes. Riceballs, seaweed wraps, shellfish and prawn fillings. She hummed a cheerful little tune as she cooked.
Standing in the doorway, Saitoh Hajime looked at the homely scene of his woman busying in the kitchen. His woman. A slight frown marred his usually inscrutable face. This possessiveness he felt was not what he expected when he married her. Indeed, why had he married her? Because it was time for him to get married and because marriage presented a certain semblance of normalcy that was essential for a man in his trade and position. Then why her? There were any number of women he could have called up if all he wanted was the semblance of marriage. The lines on his forehead grew deeper. She was convenient and pliable. She did not know anything and thus she would be all the more convincing if anything should happen.
No. A sudden determination gripped him. There were any number of people in the world who wanted him dead but none who would dare try. Not only because of the organization behind him but also because of him. The fire in his eyes flared. No one would dare hurt him or his because revenge when they failed would be swift and brutal.
The clinking of bowls drew his attention back to Tokio. Her long hair was arranged haphazedly in a bun with tendrils escaping from the pins and trailing temptingly close to her neck. He recognised the shirt she had on. His. He felt a wave of satisfaction. It looked far better on her than it ever had on him. An uncharacteristic grin appeared as he followed with interest the hem of his shirt skimming and flitting about her thighs as she moved about. Her reaction to him every morning never failed to amuse him. She was a twenty-six years old woman but she behaved with the charming guilelessness of a sixteen year old.
Saitoh Hajime decided to stop protesting his own actions to himself. Whatever his reasons, nothing changed the fact that they were married. And happily too. He would not allow anything to happen to her and that, in his mind, was that.
* * * * * * *
Tokio entered the staff room and headed for her table. Sitting down, she took out her bento and tucked in. Her eyes closed in contentment as the fresh flavour of seafood tickled her tastebuds. She could not deny it. She was a great cook. Chewing happily, she thought of the amount of money she saved in preparing lunch herself instead of buying it from the school's canteen. It tasted better, it's more nutritious and way cheaper too! Smiling, she looked over her students' homework as she ate.
A sudden slap on her back caused her food to go down the wrong way. Her face turned red and she groped for her water flask. "Oh gosh! Are you ok? I'm so sorry!" Someone pressed a glass of water into her hands and she took a gulp immediately. Coughing a bit, she handed the glass back and turned around. A worried face met hers. It was Yamaguchi san, the new maths teacher. She had short, curly hair and huge round eyes that sparkled. "Are you all right now? I didn't mean to…" Tokio shook her head and tried to put her at ease, "I'm fine now, really." Looking around, she saw that the room was empty except for the two of them. "Everybody had gone for lunch. What about you? Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry, just tired. Almost couldn't wake up this morning." Yamaguchi rolled her shoulders and massaged her back. "Me too. Would have been late if not for my husband…" Tokio trailed off as she remembered the silly things she did again that morning. Yamaguchi mistook her silence for shyness and poked her slyly in the ribs, "Ohh, your husband. He sent you to school every morning, didn't he? Do you know you are the envy of every married female teachers in school to have such a considerate husband?" Tokio looked surprised, "Really? It's just for convenience. It's on his way to the office."
"Are you sure? Out school is rather out of the way and there's no office buildings nearby.
What's he working as anyway?" Yamaguchi asked curiously. Tokio paused. Then she
scratched her head. She realised she had never asked him what exactly was his job. She
just took it for granted that from the looks of him, it must be an office job. She answered
vaguely, "Just one of those 9 to 5 jobs in the office." "That's pretty regular."Losing
interest, she wandered back to her own table.
Tokio leaned back against her chair, her lunch forgotten. Married for two weeks and she
seemed to know almost nothing about her husband. Except that with one look, she knew
he would be a good husband, someone whom she could trust with her life. Was it love at
first sight? She did not know. But she knew she trusted him more than anybody she knew
and would know and that was enough. Resting her cheek on her palm, she decided she
had been remissed in her duties. Even though she felt marriage did not give her the right
to pry into his life, what if he felt differently? Maybe he thought she was not caring about
him enough. See. She did not even know what was his job. All right, her eyes shining
with resolve, she pledged to go home and dig up all the information about him.
Just then, the phone rang. It was her personal line and she rushed to pick it up.
"Sis…..pant….pant….I need your….pant…..help! Downstairs…..your….home…"
Ok. Chapter two finished. As the story progresses, there will be some links to another
story of mine. Think it's pretty easy to guess which one but that's still in the works. Will
try to hurry up but exams are coming so…hopefully,(cross my fingers)chapter three will
be out soon.