Disclaimer: Flame of Recca or its characters do not belong to me.
A/N:
Thanks are due to Ranka who beta-read for me.
Anyway, this chapter appeared out of nowhere. Even I didn't know what was going to happen in the end until the time I was typing it. And oddly, this became my favorite chapter. Hmm. See why at the end. Hehehe. I held on to it for the longest time because I planned on changing it because for the life of me I'm unable to write its continuation. But I'm stubborn. I like the chapter and I'm willing to go to the end of the earth to keep it as is. =)
Enjoy. And please tell me if you liked this chapter as much as I did. Thanks.
KindredChapter 5: Tripping Thursday
"Yes, officer?" Eri asked with a frown.
"Yes, is a Fuuko Kirisawa here?" The officer asked.
"Me, I'm Fuuko Kirisawa!"
"Well, ma'am, we received a complaint," the officer said as he stepped inside, brandishing his handcuffs.
"About what?" Fuuko asked worriedly. "I haven't done anything,"
"I think you better sit down, Fuu-chan," her brother told her.
"And let the officer explain everything," Miko added.
Fuuko did as she was told, moving as if she was in a daze.
"Kirisawa-san," the officer began. "My name is Lieutenant Akira." He paused for dramatic effect. "And I'm here to rock your world!" With that, the police officer tore open his top, the shiny buttons flying everywhere.
"Hit it, baby!" Miko cheered as he turned on the music. "Yeah!"
The police officer/stripper began a very provocative dance in front of Fuuko and the ladies. The elder Kirisawa men laughed and quickly excused themselves.
At that point, Fuuko groaned and covered her face with her hands. Her brother would have none of it.
"We paid good money for this, my dear imotousan," he grinned at her as he forced her hands down.
The stripper was now undoing his boots.
Fuuko started turning red.
"Let's go boys, let the ladies enjoy themselves," Miko called out.
Mikagami was out the door in an instant.
"Miko! You idiot! I'm gonna kill you!" A rampaging Fuuko practically flew into the living room and straight at her cousin about half an hour later.
"Whoa! Fuu-chan!" Miko gasped as he found an angry Fuuko on top of him.
Fuuko started pummeling him.
"Fuu-chan, relax," Shoji said as he tried to pull his little sister off his cousin.
"No," Fuuko growled at him. "Fall in line, you're up next,"
Miko took advantage of the exchange between the siblings to escape Fuuko's wrath. Fuuko saw him ran out of the room.
"Hey, you coward! Come back here!" Fuuko followed her cousin out of the room.
"Mind the furniture, children."
"Don't break anything."
"By the way, Miko, thanks for the show. I enjoyed it very much. It reminded me of my younger days."
The last statement, spoken by nana, made the boys sweatdrop.
"Just how much did you tip, nana?"
As usual, Mikagami heard her first before he saw her.
Fuuko walked into the kitchen around ten. The rest of the family was already outside, enjoying the sunshine. She took an apple from the basket at the center of the table and was about to move out. But she suddenly stopped and did a double-take.
"Mi-chan, is that you?" She frowned as she walked back to the table to stare at her sempai.
Mikagami ignored her and simply turned the page of the paper he was reading.
"Boy, Mi-chan, you sure live up to your reputation of a genius."
"Don't you have anywhere else to go, Kirisawa?" Mikagami asked her without lifting his eyes off the newspaper.
"Yeah, to the beach," she replied as she moved closer to her stoic friend. "The sun is shining outside, we should take advantage of the good weather."
Mikagami turned another page of the paper.
Suddenly, his eyeglasses were swept off his face.
"Kirisawa!"
Fuuko shoved Mikagami's glasses on her nose. "Look at me, I'm smart!"
"Give it back, Kirisawa," Mikagami grated out, a vein popping on top of his right eyebrow.
"How come I never see you wear these?" She asked, totally ignoring him.
Mikagami stood up and snatched the glasses away from her, or at least, tried to.
"Nope, Mi-chan, too slow." Fuuko stuck her tongue out at him.
"Give it back," Mikagami told her as he attempted to wrestle the pair away from him.
But Fuuko easily danced around him. "You must be loosing your touch, Mi-chan," she teased.
Mikagami swiftly moved after her. "I need those to read, Kirisawa," he had her effectively trapped between his body and the kitchen counter.
"Hey, Fuu-chan, are you still mad about last night?" Miko walked into the kitchen. He froze when he saw the compromising position Fuuko and Mikagami were in. His shocked face gave way into a conspiring grin. "Oh." He nodded knowingly. "I must be interrupting something. Well. Don't let me bother you." He quickly walked out. "Friends indeed," they heard him mutter.
"Kirisawa, did you hurt him last night?" Mikagami asked Fuuko, finally taking the glasses away from her.
"Yes. Very much so," she replied.
"Good." With that, Mikagami walked away.
Mikagami stifled a sigh.
The sun was shining gloriously outside, as if to make up for the rain the day before. The beach-deprived Kirisawas had all flocked to the beach. He decided it was time for his much-needed solitude, and had planned to raid the Kirisawa library he found when he was toured by Fuuko two days ago.
Unfortunately, Aya had found him on his way to the library and the child had insisted that he see the sand castle that she and Ganko made. And Aya wouldn't take no for an answer.
So he let the child lead him to the beach.
Once there, he saw Kaoru taking his turn at wakeboarding while the rest of the adolescent brats were riding on the speed boat that was pulling him.
The elder Kirisawas were on a raft of some sort. The younger ones on the beach, catching up on some tanning.
On the other hand, Miko had fallen asleep while sunbathing, and the youngest batch of Kirisawas, led by Fuuko, was burying him up to his neck.
"Aya-chan! Hurry!" Ganko called out to her friend as she indicated that she help with the burying.
Sand castle forgotten, Aya giggled and dragged Mikagami quickly into the site.
Arriving there, Aya let go of her boyfriend's hand and started scooping sand into the already-buried body of Miko.
Mikagami sat down a few feet away from them uninterestedly.
"You know what would be better?" Fuuko asked the kids. "A Miko mermaid!"
The childred squealed in delight as Mikagami winced involuntarily. He resolved not to get on Fuuko's bad side too much.
Moments later, Fuuko and the children stepped back and admired their handiwork.
Sleeping Miko, buried in the sand until his neck, now boasts of a pair of large D-cup breasts, a sexy figure, and large tail fins, complete with sea shells to double as scales.
How Miko could have slept through all of it, Mikagami wasn't sure.
"I have to take a picture!" Rika-san, Miko's mom, said delightedly as she brandished her new digital camera and started taking pictures from all angles.
"Can I have one?" Fuuko asked. "I'm going to post it in Miko's dorm's web site."
Lunch time was a barbeque at the Kirisawa front yard.
Mikagami found himself sharing a table with Fuuko and Shoji.
Miko, on the other hand, was dodging small Kirisawa fists, for ruining their Miko Mermaid.
Miko had woken up a few minutes earlier. He stared in horror for a few minutes at his new-found breasts before hollering that the two weren't proportional.
He had begged to be excavated, but the kids were adamant that their mermaid not be touched.
He was only let out when he complained that he cannot breath anymore.
"I talked to the boat man a while ago, he said he'll take us to the cave on the other side of the sea." Shoji was telling his sister.
"We haven't done that for ages!" Fuuko replied enthusiastically. "Remember when we used to go treasure-hunting there? I think the last time we were there was two or three years ago, with Domon and Recca."
Shoji nodded. "That was fun,"
Fuuko nodded vigorously. She poked at the silent man beside her. "You'll love it there." She said. "It's cold and damp and dark,"
Mikagami gave her a death glare that she merely shrugged off.
"Let's take Ganko and Kaoru and the kids!" Fuuko said excitedly.
Shoji shook his head. "It'll be a bit dangerous for the kids to go there," he said. "It just rained really hard yesterday."
"Point," Fuuko agreed, but she couldn't help but be disappointed.
"But remember the different kinds of sea creatures that turns up there whenever it rains?" Shoji asked.
Fuuko smirked. "So we are going there later, only without the kids."
Shoji nodded. "Yeah. And you and Mikagami-san can go off for some time alone together." He winked. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Niisan!"
Mikagami winced as he once again had full-view of Fuuko's legs. Just as he was finally chalking him off as the monkey that she is, she just had to show off her nice, long, now tanned, legs, the wraparound she was wearing over her bikini not short enough to conceal them.
So Mikagami dragged his eyes upwards. Only to notice how beautiful she was with the wind tossing her purple locks away from her face as the boat they were riding moved forward at an amazing speed.
Did he just call her beautiful?
Why, oh, why did he have to sit across from her?
Mikagami had to admit that the cave was pretty impressive. Once inside, the path branches into three different paths that would lead them to goodness knows where.
"How about we split up and try to find a purple starfish?" Shoji suggested.
It was a game between them when they were younger. The search for a starfish that was of a same shade as their hair.
So far, no one's found one yet. They found a red one, a blue one, a yellow one, an orange one, a lavender one, but never a starfish that was the same shade as their hair.
"Alright," Fuuko nodded, loving the challenge.
"Ruriko, Shoji, Miko, and I will go to the left." Yuri declared. "Sano, Kuno, Junko would take the middle,"
"But that would leave me and Mi-chan with just the two of us. How about niisan come with us?" Fuuko protested.
"The last time we're here, I teamed up with Yuri and Miko," Shoji replied. "While you were with Recca and Domon. We already have a team,"
"How about we regroup?" Fuuko asked.
"No regroupings," Miko insisted as they began walking towards their assigned paths. "Good luck Fuu-chan."
The two didn't notice the secret smiles that were being exchanged between the Kirisawa men and Ruriko.
Left behind, Fuuko and Mikagami stared dumbly at each other.
"Hey, Mi-chan, wait up!" Fuuko called as she jumped over slippery rocks and water.
Mikagami ignored her and continued his effortless ambling of the cave.
"Hello! Mi-chan, don't go too fast, we're supposed to be looking for a purple starfish," Fuuko protested as she took a moment to look around her surroundings. "Mi-chan, I said wait up!"
But Mikagami was already disappearing around the corner.
Fuuko frowned as she remembered the horror stories she had been told as a child about solitary women going into the cave and never coming out, about pirates and ghosts and serial killers that lived at every turn and corner of the cave.
Now Fuuko was a very brave person, just ask her opponents in the UBS. However, her courage would not just win over years and years of mental conditioning that those caves were a very dangerous and frightening place to be in if you're alone.
"Mi-chan!" She called out as she doubled her speed.
Unfortunately, she miscalculated her jump and landed on a particularly slippery rock. She cursed as she slipped and soon found herself being dunked in a relatively deep area of water.
Mikagami, a few meters ahead, heard the curse and the splash of water and immediately retraced his steps. "Kirisawa?" He called out. He began to get worried.
His fears were abated when Fuuko's face bobbed out of the water, coughing.
"Baka," he chastised her as he moved towards her and extended a hand.
"Hello, a little sympathy here," Fuuko grumbled. "I just fell into the water because you wouldn't wait for me," she was rambling as she took his hand and pulled herself out of the water.
Mikagami didn't say anything.
"The water is cold you know," she continued.
Mikagami fished her out of the water and steadied her on her feet.
"And you're not even saying anything to console me," Fuuko glared at him. "I'll never know why I thought you were cute,"
The corner of Mikagami's mouth drew upwards.
But Fuuko continued on her tirade, unaware that she just placed her foot in her mouth. "You are such a snow man, you know that? This is all your fault."
At this point, Fuuko had started shivering.
"You thought I was cute?" Mikagami asked her quietly as he quickly opened the buttons of his shirt.
That immediately shut her up, her eyes becoming as wide as saucers.
Mikagami shrugged off his shirt and placed it on Fuuko's shoulders.
"Did I say cute?" Fuuko's wits left her. "I meant cold. You are so cold, you know that?"
"Kirisawa, shut up," Mikagami told her with a smirk.
Fuuko gasped as she saw Mikagami inch closer towards her.
He's gonna kiss me, she thought. Unused to being in such a situation, she froze.
When their faces were only inches apart, Mikagami smiled at her.
This is it.
Mikagami's arms went behind her body.
My first kiss. Involuntarily, Fuuko's eyes shut close.
"Kirisawa?"
"Mmm?" Fuuko opened her eyes in confusion. Would Mi-chan really call her Kirisawa during such a romantic time?
"A purple starfish," Mikagami smirked at her, handing her the sea creature. He took a step backward.
Fuuko's mouth fell open.
Did he really just do that just to reach for the purple starfish that had clung to Fuuko's back when she fell into the water?
Angrily (and with no small amount of embarrassment), she turned around and stalked off. "Argh! Men!" Did she just make a fool out of herself in front of Mikagami? That good for nothing, unfeeling, soulless, freezing block of ice!
To her surprise, she was jerked backwards when she tried to take another step.
She found herself cocooned in Mikagami's arms.
And suddenly, he was kissing her.
All thoughts left Fuuko's mind as she closed her eyes once more and instinctively kissed him back.
~tbc
P.S.
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