UNTTITLED AS OF YET

By saicho_18

April 13, 2002

Kurei pulled back for air but his face was still very close to Fuuko's red face. He smirked. Fuuko, who had never been kissed like that by a guy before – in fact, a guy before had never kissed her – was thankful for the bed because she was having jelly-legs that moment.

"You taste good." said Kurei in a ridiculing voice.

Fuuko gathered all the strength to slap Kurei in the face but he had good reflexes. He had caught Fuuko's hand in mid-air. He also caught her other hand, which also tried to hit him in the face right after the first one had failed.

"Don't you dare do anything rebellious in my house, Fuuko," said he, in the same husky voice of his. "Or your parents will die." He stressed 'will' in this sentence.

With that, he plunged in for another kiss. But this time, the kiss was quick and was over before Fuuko knew it. Even so, Fuuko's heck hair still stood on end because of one reason or another. After the kiss, Kurei stood up and walked very quickly towards the door. When he reached it, he opened it quietly and slipped outside. Fuuko barely had the time to breathe a sigh of relief when Kurei stuck his face in again.

"Remember Fuuko," he said in a playful tone. "Not one toe out of line, or your parents will get it. Good night, I hope you have a good sleep."

Sleep? How could Fuuko think of something so insignificant as sleep? After all those stuff he said? Fuuko's hand unconsciously shot up to her face, touching her lips. Her swollen lips. Her thoughts wandered back to the kiss – his kiss – Kurei's kiss. It was disturbing, yes. Very, in fact. But a small part of her had liked that kiss. Sure, it wasn't tame or gentle or but that's exactly what she liked about it. It was unexpected and spontaneous and Kurei sure seems like he had a lot of experience with women before. The feeling of his tongue, so –

Her mind came to a screeching halt. She was thinking these things? That was news disturbing on its own but the fact that she had been thinking those dirty thoughts about Kurei was a lot more unpleasant. And she means a LOT.

She lay on her bed once again and tried to sleep. But her concentration was more focused on wiping that alluring – er, horrible—kiss.

UNTITLED AS OF YET

By saicho_18

April 14, 2002

Surprisingly enough, Fuuko had slept quite easily that night, and peacefully at that one, too. Sure, she had dreams that night, good ones too. When she woke up it was kind of late and she was refreshed and happy. She almost forgot what had taken place in her room last night. Well almost.

Kurei's smell of musk was still lingering in the room, in her room. More specifically, her bed.

She shook of the horrible thought and got up. She was again surprised when she looked at her bed because there was a skirt and a shirt lying on the same spot where she found her pajamas. She headed into her room's own bathroom, made herself look decent, got out and changed into the clothes she found. She most definitely had learned her lesson now. She pulled the top-drawer of the poor dresser with the unrecognizable surface and got out her most prized possession. She stared at the fuujin for a minute before putting it on. She had wondered what might have happened if she had reached it last night. She shrugged the thought off. What was done was done. No sense in crying over spilled milk, as they say. For a minute, she speculates who could have put the clothes in there. It must have been Neon or one of her sisters. It couldn't have possibly been Kurei, definitely. Right?

Fuuko tried to push Kurei out of her mind but it was too late, she had remembered fully what had happened the night before and the worst part of it was that she remembered it in detail. The things he had said about the madogous, the way he said it and the way he kissed her.

For the first time in her life, Fuuko hated someone. And that unfortunate 'someone' is none other than Kurei Mori.

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Fuuko went down to the kitchen, after an array of wrong turns and faulty corridors, and ate a delicious breakfast. Well, it would have been delicious if Fuuko had finished her meal.

When Fuuko was just about to put her second bite into her mouth, Kurei walked in, or should she say pranced in? Fuuko sat there, spoon forgotten half way to her mouth, not knowing how to act or behave.

"Good morning, everyone," said Kurei in a cheerful voice, well, a voice that was cheerful for him, anyways. He looked straight at Fuuko and she looked away, dropping the spoon on the plate. She stood up abruptly, catching the attention of everyone in the table.

"I have to go," she said quite quickly. "I just lost my appetite."

UNTITLED AS OF YET

By saicho_18

April 18, 2002

Fuuko stood up from the table as Kurei was sitting down. To get out of the dining room, she had to pass Kurei's chair. When she was just about to do so, Kurei had grabbed her hand, which had caused her to stand there, rooted to the spot. Kurei eyed the fuujin for a second, but went back to looking at Fuuko's face.

"Where are you going, Fuuko?" Kurei asked, charming voice and smile now back. "I really thought that this morning's breakfast would get us more acquainted."

"No thanks," said Fuuko, conjuring up a lopsided smile on her face. "I'm not that hungry this morning. I'm still full from last night's delicious dinner."

Kurei smirked. Fuuko mentally kicked herself. Kurei's perverted mind had twisted her simple and innocent sentence to something corrupt about the kiss.

Fuuko yanked her hand from Kurei's grip which had somewhat loosened when he smirked. She passed through the door without any protest from anybody. Her face must have shown that she was in no mood to be bothered this morning.

Things go very smoothly when you're in a bad mood, Fuuko thought. She went through about the house without even getting lost once. She got out of the mansion and proceeded to the gardens. She walked around there for a while until Neon and her sidekicks went out to water the roses. She walked about farther until she found a peaceful spot where huge trees grew. There were different kinds of trees and all were big ones. She found a spot under a particularly big oak tree and decided to chill out.

UNTITLED AS OF YET

By saicho_18

April 19, 2002

She sat there peacefully. So peace fully in fact that it was of no surprise that she fell asleep. Her sleep was serene. She had dreams about no one. When she woke up, sunlight was hitting her face. She figured that she must have been asleep for a long time because before she went to sleep, the sun was still on the other side of the large tree she was leaning on.

"You still drool," said a drawling voice from above her. "You better get rid of that habit, if we are to be married."

Fuuko quickly jumped to stand up. As she did so, Kurei jumped off the large tree branch he was sitting on a few moments earlier. She noticed that Kurei was wearing a white shirt and white slacks this time. Fuuko mentally laughed at the irony of a man with a conscience as black as coal wearing outfits with the divine color of white.

"No matter," said he, in the same drawling voice. "Your legs make up for it." And here, he eyed Fuuko's long legs that were exposed due to the skimpiness of the skirt she was wearing.

"How long have you been up there?" she asked angrily.

"Long enough," Kurei said coolly.