Hot tears rolled down Shin's cheeks as his back as pressed against the
wall, as Hiryuu kissed him harder. His strong arms wrapped around her
back, holding her as close to himself as possible, for the heart-ache was
too much to bear. Hiryuu simply held her arms around his neck, tears
soaking the skin of her cheek as well. He gently pulled her away, able to
breathe now that her warm tongue was out of his mouth.
"Hiryuu.. please. your making this harder than it is..." he breathed out, feeling her collapse in his hold, resting her head in the nape of his neck. He sniffed, and more tears fell from his bloodshot eyes. "I have to leave.. I can't stay here anymore..."
"No!!" she sobbed. "No, no I can't!" In the short amount of time they had a relationship, they had grown very much in love. But now he had to go. For their love's sake, he had to.
* * *
"Shin, can I talk to you?" his mother called to him from the living room. Brushing himself off, he walked out of the nursery, away from plotting the flowers.
"Yeah mom?" he said back. "What is it?" He walked quickly down the hallway, his soft footsteps echoing through the silence of the house. Entering the room, his eyes saw her sitting on the couch, and he went over and sat besides her. He smiled at her.
"Shin," she said calmly, and resting her aged hand on his knee and gently patting it, "you're almost a full grown man now. and I think it's time I told you something." He nodded.
"Sure mom, you can tell me anything." He smiled still, even though he hated to remind her that he was and full grown man. But he kept his mouth shut.
"Well." she sighed. "I need to let you know that you'll be getting married soon." His heart threw itself against his ribcage, and his stomach lunged. He tried to speak, but he was too shocked.
"W-w-what.?"he stuttered. He knew it was a tradition, but an old one. And most importantly of all, he was with another, whom he was falling in love with, and he didn't want to break her fragile heart. "Mom.. how? Who??"
"Her name is Sumairu, and she comes from a good family. She could help us with our finances, and-"
"So it's only about the money!?" he leaped off the couch and frowned greatly at her. "Didn't you even think about me when you arranged this!? What about me mom, what about me!?!" This was the first time in a very long time he had raised his voice to her. Last time, it was about letting Shuu sleep over. She frowned back.
"This is not just about me Shin! You are growing up, and you need a wife! You need to be close to your family, and you need to think about family!"
"But I already have my own life! I have a job in Tokyo, I'm becoming a good chef, and I have my own home! I don't need a wife!"
"I married your father that way," she stood up, and shouted back, close to his face, "and he never felt like that! What disrespect!! I raised a good son, and so was your father! And he NEVER was disrespectful to his family, and wasted his time with worthless girls!!!" Shin's blood boiled violently, and his eyes turned red, and filled with water. The lump in his throat worsened.
"DON'T COMPARE ME TO FATHER!! I HAVE respect, more so than anyone I ever knew in my life!! And I didn't have to leave my life and take care of you!! I AM a good son!! And Hiryuu IS NOT WORTHLESS!! She's worth more to me now more than anything in my life!! And if he was still here, I would be right back in Tokyo living MY LIFE, and not trying to fix YOURS!!!" he cried. His whole face was red, and his mother's face was now soaked in tears. She had never seen this side of him before. And she didn't know what to do, so she slapped him right across his face. His cheek stung, but he only winced in pain from the pain in his heart. She never hit him before in his life. He kept his head low, his bangs keeping his eyes away from view. She breathed deeply, and glared at him.
"Your father was a better man than you'll ever be..." she snapped. "You're just a boy still.. A disrespectful boy..." He shook in anger, and sobbed. His rigid body finally moved, and he ran out of the house, slamming the door shut.
* * *
That recent memory played again in his head as he stared in Hiryuu's deep brown eyes. He thanked the gods Sayoko returned the day after he left home, even though he was pissed at his mom, she did need care. But he was still too hurt to go and see his new niece. He also remembered that Sayoko was set-up on a date with his brother-in-law by his mother, but why the trickery to arrange them, he'd never know. Most likely she, (he thought), she felt more respect towards her fist born, she also thought of Sayoko as a woman. Respect. He was sick of it. For once in his life he'd do something for himself.
"If I don't go.. I'll have to stay here and marry someone I don't even know..." he sighed, stroking her back.
"I know.. But I'll miss you.." she wept. She grasped onto him as if her life depended it. She had been housing him for the past three days, and helping him gather things for his trip back to Tokyo. During that time, she was quieter than usual, for she hated the thought of him leaving. "You're the only man left in my life..."
A man... he thought. She thinks of me as a man... He smiled, and took her chin into his hand, and lifted her face closer to his.
"And you're my only woman..." He passionately kissed her lips. She took in a deep breath, and welcomed his kiss with great strength. Her hands combed his hair, and their bodies rocked against each other. His mind knew he had to leave, his luggage was at the door, but his heart wanted to stay. He suddenly felt her hands on his chest... stroking...
By then, the hunger for love grew harder to resist as it rushed through his veins. His hands held her cheeks as he kissed her harder than he had ever kissed before. He wanted her more than anything... And suddenly he realized he wouldn't be leaving tonight. He roughly let her go, and pulled his sweatshirt right over his head.
Tossing it onto the floor, he went right back to those lovely kisses, and assisted her with her own shirt. Tumbling and fumbling, they made their way to across the room, leaving a trail of fallen lamps and clothing. And they stopped when they reached the doorway. Staring into each other's eyes, they knew this would change everything. But the heat of the moment was too powerful to resist, and starting to kiss again, they made their way through, and Shin slowly shut the door behind himself.
It was early the next morning, when she watched from her window, at the house down the street. She watched her little boy kiss her recently fired assistant, passionately might I add, and hug her goodbye. Her eyes filled with tears yet again, and watched him step into his car after filling it with his things, and drive away down the road. She watched her little boy leave her life forever, knowing it was her fault. But she then learned that even little boys would, at some point, become a man, whether the mother likes it not.
It was cloudy outside that day too, and Mrs. Mouri didn't feel like planting more flowers. She never did again.
"Hiryuu.. please. your making this harder than it is..." he breathed out, feeling her collapse in his hold, resting her head in the nape of his neck. He sniffed, and more tears fell from his bloodshot eyes. "I have to leave.. I can't stay here anymore..."
"No!!" she sobbed. "No, no I can't!" In the short amount of time they had a relationship, they had grown very much in love. But now he had to go. For their love's sake, he had to.
* * *
"Shin, can I talk to you?" his mother called to him from the living room. Brushing himself off, he walked out of the nursery, away from plotting the flowers.
"Yeah mom?" he said back. "What is it?" He walked quickly down the hallway, his soft footsteps echoing through the silence of the house. Entering the room, his eyes saw her sitting on the couch, and he went over and sat besides her. He smiled at her.
"Shin," she said calmly, and resting her aged hand on his knee and gently patting it, "you're almost a full grown man now. and I think it's time I told you something." He nodded.
"Sure mom, you can tell me anything." He smiled still, even though he hated to remind her that he was and full grown man. But he kept his mouth shut.
"Well." she sighed. "I need to let you know that you'll be getting married soon." His heart threw itself against his ribcage, and his stomach lunged. He tried to speak, but he was too shocked.
"W-w-what.?"he stuttered. He knew it was a tradition, but an old one. And most importantly of all, he was with another, whom he was falling in love with, and he didn't want to break her fragile heart. "Mom.. how? Who??"
"Her name is Sumairu, and she comes from a good family. She could help us with our finances, and-"
"So it's only about the money!?" he leaped off the couch and frowned greatly at her. "Didn't you even think about me when you arranged this!? What about me mom, what about me!?!" This was the first time in a very long time he had raised his voice to her. Last time, it was about letting Shuu sleep over. She frowned back.
"This is not just about me Shin! You are growing up, and you need a wife! You need to be close to your family, and you need to think about family!"
"But I already have my own life! I have a job in Tokyo, I'm becoming a good chef, and I have my own home! I don't need a wife!"
"I married your father that way," she stood up, and shouted back, close to his face, "and he never felt like that! What disrespect!! I raised a good son, and so was your father! And he NEVER was disrespectful to his family, and wasted his time with worthless girls!!!" Shin's blood boiled violently, and his eyes turned red, and filled with water. The lump in his throat worsened.
"DON'T COMPARE ME TO FATHER!! I HAVE respect, more so than anyone I ever knew in my life!! And I didn't have to leave my life and take care of you!! I AM a good son!! And Hiryuu IS NOT WORTHLESS!! She's worth more to me now more than anything in my life!! And if he was still here, I would be right back in Tokyo living MY LIFE, and not trying to fix YOURS!!!" he cried. His whole face was red, and his mother's face was now soaked in tears. She had never seen this side of him before. And she didn't know what to do, so she slapped him right across his face. His cheek stung, but he only winced in pain from the pain in his heart. She never hit him before in his life. He kept his head low, his bangs keeping his eyes away from view. She breathed deeply, and glared at him.
"Your father was a better man than you'll ever be..." she snapped. "You're just a boy still.. A disrespectful boy..." He shook in anger, and sobbed. His rigid body finally moved, and he ran out of the house, slamming the door shut.
* * *
That recent memory played again in his head as he stared in Hiryuu's deep brown eyes. He thanked the gods Sayoko returned the day after he left home, even though he was pissed at his mom, she did need care. But he was still too hurt to go and see his new niece. He also remembered that Sayoko was set-up on a date with his brother-in-law by his mother, but why the trickery to arrange them, he'd never know. Most likely she, (he thought), she felt more respect towards her fist born, she also thought of Sayoko as a woman. Respect. He was sick of it. For once in his life he'd do something for himself.
"If I don't go.. I'll have to stay here and marry someone I don't even know..." he sighed, stroking her back.
"I know.. But I'll miss you.." she wept. She grasped onto him as if her life depended it. She had been housing him for the past three days, and helping him gather things for his trip back to Tokyo. During that time, she was quieter than usual, for she hated the thought of him leaving. "You're the only man left in my life..."
A man... he thought. She thinks of me as a man... He smiled, and took her chin into his hand, and lifted her face closer to his.
"And you're my only woman..." He passionately kissed her lips. She took in a deep breath, and welcomed his kiss with great strength. Her hands combed his hair, and their bodies rocked against each other. His mind knew he had to leave, his luggage was at the door, but his heart wanted to stay. He suddenly felt her hands on his chest... stroking...
By then, the hunger for love grew harder to resist as it rushed through his veins. His hands held her cheeks as he kissed her harder than he had ever kissed before. He wanted her more than anything... And suddenly he realized he wouldn't be leaving tonight. He roughly let her go, and pulled his sweatshirt right over his head.
Tossing it onto the floor, he went right back to those lovely kisses, and assisted her with her own shirt. Tumbling and fumbling, they made their way to across the room, leaving a trail of fallen lamps and clothing. And they stopped when they reached the doorway. Staring into each other's eyes, they knew this would change everything. But the heat of the moment was too powerful to resist, and starting to kiss again, they made their way through, and Shin slowly shut the door behind himself.
It was early the next morning, when she watched from her window, at the house down the street. She watched her little boy kiss her recently fired assistant, passionately might I add, and hug her goodbye. Her eyes filled with tears yet again, and watched him step into his car after filling it with his things, and drive away down the road. She watched her little boy leave her life forever, knowing it was her fault. But she then learned that even little boys would, at some point, become a man, whether the mother likes it not.
It was cloudy outside that day too, and Mrs. Mouri didn't feel like planting more flowers. She never did again.