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Chapter 8: Revolution





Tsukushi shifted in the chair after a swift punch in the face. A wake up call like that quickly aroused her from her peaceful slumber. Every muscles and bone in her body was screaming in pain from the odd position she had fallen asleep in. Kaya's body was strewn across her own weighing heavily down on her chest. One arm was flung up hitting Tsukushi on the face while another dropped over the side of the chair. Her tiny body nestled closely between her mother's legs preventing her from completely falling off the chair.



Kaya's sleepy head lolled to one side opening a tiny crack through bleary eyes. An unintelligible slur of words followed soon after involving purple cats and orange dogs.

Tsukushi gently nudged the sleeping child in what seemed like a futile attempt to awaken her. Come on, Kaya. It's time to wake up.

Hey, that's my crayon, Kaya mumbled as she flung an arm behind her almost smacking Tsukushi in the forehead.

Tsukushi attempted to swing one leg onto the ground, but was sadly met with the realization that both legs had somehow fallen asleep. A tingling sensation coursed from her hips to her toes rendering her lower half paralyzed at the moment. she sighed to herself. How am I going to get up now? Lazily she turned her head around to take a peek at the clock on the wall. All color drained from her face. A slew of curses flew out of her mouth that would have made a trucker blush. With brute force she plucked Kaya off of her placing her onto her feet before swinging herself off of the chair.

Kaya whimpered trying to orient herself in her surroundings. Her face scrunched up holding back the tears threatening to fall. A small shrill shriek rose in her throat going into a full blown wail.

Tsukushi threw her arms up in the air in defeat trying to think quickly. As would be expected, Kaya was cranky from being forcefully awakened. Lack of sleep and inhumane heat was a bad combination for a four year old. She rubbed her temples attempting to focus on the task at hand.

We don't have time for this right now, she grumbled as she threw Kaya kicking and screaming over her shoulder.

Tsukasa rolled over in bed grumbling over the racket going on outside his room. He could hear the faint sound of water running, wailing, a string of cursing and a loud thud. What the hell was that? he moaned as he pulled himself out of bed and trudged out into the hallway. Barely awake, he didn't even notice the blur that rammed him over like a steamroller. Limbs flailed, careless expletives screamed, and two masses collided into a tangle of arms, legs, and hair.

What the fuck?! Tsukushi screamed as she peered through the waves of hair brushing against her face blocking her view of whatever it was she ran into. She flipped her mass of tangled hair out of her face finding herself staring at something oddly muscular and soft. Her body was pinned to the ground underneath this mass' warmth. Slowly her eyes moved from the bare chiseled chest up to a pair of stormy brown eyes muddled in confusion.

You could watch where you're going, he growled rubbing the sore spot on his head that had knocked into the hard wooden floor at impact. Somehow he had taken the grunt of the fall tumbling down on underneath Tsukushi's body and then careening into the wall rolling the huddled mass over.

Get the hell off of me! Tsukushi struggled beneath him shoving her hands against his chest trying to throw the heavy weight off of herself.

Just give me a second!

Get off now!

He attempted to prop himself up with his hands ending up in a hovering position over her. However, somewhere in the middle he slipped in the struggled between her pushing and his own pulling of his body up. Tsukasa fell with another thud on top of her and rather oddly at that. Goddamnit, I told you to just give me a second to get up! Underneath him he could feel the muffled screams coming out of her mouth against his chest tickling him. Not quite realizing the severity of the situation, he lingered a little longer than necessary to raise himself off of her. He clenched one of his hands tighter trying to get some sort of support, but felt something fleshy and warm sheathed by a soft silky material underneath his hand. His eyes narrowed down taking in the sight beneath him. She lay scantily clad in her thin nightgown that had now risen up past her thigh, her chest rising and falling with each heavy labored breath she took, and his hand so conveniently having found itself over her right breast. His face turned a few shades red settling into a hot flush. He winced when he felt tiny needlelike pricks in his shoulder. He could feel something warm trickle down his skin. Instantly he shot up off the ground putting a hand over his shoulder. He pulled his hand away noticing a smear of blood on his palm. You bit me!

Tsukushi sprung to her feet panting heavily like a wild animal sweeping her wayward hair from her face. In an innate action of self-defense a fist was lodged into his face within seconds sending Tsukasa careening back into his bedroom falling onto the floor. Not seeing her sudden act of violence enough punishment for her own bodily defilement she lunged into the room swiftly kicking him in the lower region forcing him to curl up into a fetal position shuddering on the ground. Touch me again and be sure you'll be singing soprano the rest of your life!

Shuddering in pain, Tsukasa closed his eyes listening for the merciful slam of the door. He grappled onto the side of the bed lifting himself up onto it. He rolled over closing his eyes wishing he had never woken up that morning. He lifted a hand to his eye feeling the slight throbbing sensation of the bruise forming over his eye. Yeah, it was just another one of those days.

Kaya sulked in the kitchen clutching her book bag as she watched from the corner of her eye the interaction between her mother and their tenant. She curiously watched as her mother rammed into him at full speed cramming random papers and books into her bookbag. She looked up one second too late and slammed into Tsukasa knocking them both onto the ground. Then for no apparent reason her mother had some sort of freak out punching him in the face calling him a pervert. The argument ensued into the bedroom where she something similar to a woman's scream and the slam of a door. A few second later her mother was racing into her bedroom and out fully dressed in a pair loose linen pants and a tank top. She noticed the slight tinge of red on her mother's cheeks noting that was the same look she got when she got when she was pissed about something. Deciding not to bother even asking, she shrugged her shoulders and continued to remain mute in her own pouting state.

Grown ups can be really weird.

Let's go, Kaya! We have no time to stop for breakfast. What do we have here? Tsukushi flung open the cupboards in search of something that would make an adequate breakfast, but found only a few canned goods and some cereal.

Damn. It looks like I need to make another trip to the supermarket. I really should have charged Tsukasa more. He's eating me out of house and home.

She pushed the cereal boxes aside and noticed a small box tucked in the back somewhere. Well it's better than nothing. She grabbed two tin foil wrapped packets from the box and ripped them open with her teeth spitting out the metal in her mouth. She plucked a pop tart out and shoved one in Kaya's mouth before she could protest. Grabbing her hand and dragging her out the door they ran down to the parking garage.

Tsukasa listened for the slam of the front door before pulling himself out of the bed. He stared down at the faint trail of blood staining his pristine white sheets. He stomped towards the bathroom looking for some sort of antiseptic to put on his open cut. He let out a sharp hiss at the sting of iodine being slapped onto his shoulder. Patting the area dry he taped on the bandage and grabbed a fresh shirt carelessly thrown over a chair. Grumbling he made his way out into the kitchen to find nothing of edible quality in the fridge or cupboards. A few quick tousles of his hair and he was out the door ready to kill the next person that dares to get in his way.

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Soujiro happily whistled to himself as he crossed the street towards Yuki's house. Last night had been one hell of a wild night for him, and being fully sexually satiated he had awoken hungry for something else. He came to a halt in front of her doorstep noting the fact that there were no sounds of the morning news nor delicious smells wafting out from the window. Actually there wasn't even the smell of something being baked in the oven. Knocking lightly he was greeted with nothing more than silence.

That's weird. Where could she be? She normally doesn't leave the house early in the morning. I don't think she could still be mad about last night, could she?

He sighed in resignation knowing that his stupid libido had cost him probably a week's worth of free breakfasts. His foot swept against the door in swift kick, and he spun around to head in search of other sources of food. God knows, if there was anything of nutritional value in his own house. Deciding it be best to head into the city for the nearest diner, he dug his hands into his pockets and pulled out his car keys. As jabbed the keys into the car he noticed a slip of paper stuck into the front windshield. What's this? He plucked it out thinking it was some sort of flyer, but the familiar handwriting stopped him before doing so.

Sorry, but the kitchen's closed this morning. I had some errands to run this morning. Don't worry, I'm not mad about last night. See you at the club later.

-Yuki

I guess she's not mad at me after all, he mumbled to himself while crumpling up the note. He started up the car without a second thought and sped off on his quest for a good meal.

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Although everything in Soujiro's world was right for now, it was quite a different story for Yuki. Call it a crush, call it an obsession, but Yuki had it bad for the club's infamous playboy and nothing, I mean, nothing was more humiliating than hearing him label her as nothing more than a sister. It was a downright slap in the face. Maybe it was the intense heat that seriously causing her to become delusional. Or perhaps she finally had that long awaited epiphany that to take what she wanted would require serious action. Whatever it was had lead to that morning. She was going to make some changes in her life.

Yuki stood in front of her closet surveying the large array of clothing she had collected over the years. Working at the club had left her far from frugal when it came to her personal lifestyle. Although it was rather modest, she had room for minor luxuries here and there. She lived in a relatively safe neighborhood renting out a house across the street form Soujiro, one he had found for her after she first joined the family. Her style had always been simplistic. Why bother having your life tied up in strings attached and red tape?

Today is the day. I'll show him little sister. It's time to brig out the new Yuki.

She pulled out random hangars with a critical eye scrutinizing every last detail of the articles of clothing. Too pink! Hello Kitty? What the hell was I thinking?! Too frumpy. Too girly. Why is everything in here so goddamn pastel? Her hair hung over her face in tangled knots. She blew her bangs out of her face kicking at the pile of clothes on the ground. In one flail swoop she thrust the clothes into a box. She turned around snorting in disgust at the decorum of her bedroom. The bed was piled with stuffed animals. The tables were covered in lace and frills. Basically her room looked like something out of Martha Stewart's books. There was a lot more work to be done.

Thud.

What was that? she asked herself. Pulling back the curtains from her bedroom she peered towards the front of the house seeing a very frustrated Soujiro walking away. She grinned to herself staring intently at her target.

Watch out Nishikado Soujiro. You may have finally met your match.

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Tsukushi was halfway out the classroom door when she was pulled back in by the sound of her name being yelled by her professor. She lowered her bag from her shoulder and pressed through the crowd trying to fight the wave of excited students trying to get the hell out of the place. It was the last class for the semester and like the rest of the entire campus she wanted more than anything to run out screaming and throw her books into the huge bonfire that was already being set up in the middle of the campus chanting curses for every bad professor she had to endure for the last few months. Summer had officially arrived signaling three months of glorious freedom ahead for everyone.

She trudged back up to the front of the lecture hall watching her balding middle-aged creative writing professor swipe the board with the chalk filled erasure. She waved a hand in disdain, wondering if the old coot knew that he was only accomplishing rubbing in more chalk into the board than taking any off. Yes, sir, she politely replied.

The man stopped in mid swipe and threw the eraser down onto the ledge before turning around. He reached into his pocket pulling out handkerchief to wipe away the excessive amounts of dust on his hands. He cleared his throat with what sounded like a hacking cough before beginning to speak. What do you plan to do now that this class is completed?

Shocked would be only a light way to express the look on her face. Here she was, staring at Professor Youkshiro, or as the other people in her class liked to refer to him as Youkshiro the anti-christ, asking her how she thought the class was. Her mouth slightly fell open into a gape, but she recovered herself quickly closing her mouth and trying to find the appropriate words to answer such an odd question. Well, I was planning to go to work.

The old man pulled out his seat and settled himself comfortably in his chair with a grunt. He pulled out his old tattered briefcase form underneath the desk and slapped it onto the hard wood. He raised furry eyebrow giving her a look like she was a complete moron. I meant what do you plan on doing in the academic future after this class, Makino-san.

She wanted to bang her head on the desk for making such a complete ass out of herself. In her defense, most students faced with a private conversation with a professor or older persons of authority probably would have choked on such a question too. Absentmindedly she tugged at a loose strand from her ponytail, and stared down at her shoes trying to hide the slow blush creeping up on her cheeks.

Damnit! I'm 21 for gods sakes, I have a four year old daughter, I own my own business, and I get flustered by an old guy asking what I plan to do in the future.

She stared down at her sneakers suddenly finding some sort of intense fascination with the way the Nike swoosh was designed on the flap. She swayed back and forth on her heels, a bad habit she had acquired since she was a little kid whenever she got nervous. Actually, sir, this is my last course I'll be taking here. I won't be returning next fall.

He pulled out a stack of papers from his bag and slid them forward spreading them out for her to see.

I don't understand, sir. Why do you have all of my papers for my classes this semester? Bewilderment was written all over her face.

I obtained these from your other professors, actually. Do you realize that I've taught here for the last 40 years and you are only the second student that has actually evoked such interest?

I'm flattered.

Don't be. It's not meant to be a compliment. He shuffled the papers back into a neat pile and stacked them on the corner of the desk. Your grades these last two years have shown your capability to grasp your field of study. I was actually quite surprised by the find of such a dedicated student in the literature department. From your writing samples, you have shown the potential to go far in the field. Your assignments in my class have been exceptionally above average. What shocked me more was the fact that you've withdrawn from the university. I was just wondering why you would suddenly decide to waste your talent?

It's for personal reasons I've decided to withdraw from school. I have been neglecting my daughter for the last two years with my work and school load. I've decided to withdraw and focus on my daughter.

So, you are giving up the chance to be something great to be a little housewife? he scoffed.

The old man was really getting on her nerves now. Anger pulsed through her veins at his audacity to pry into her personal life. She already knew she was a good student. She could do the work in her sleep if she wanted too, but here was this man demeaning her rationalization of needing to spend more time with her daughter. She bit back the words she wanted to say, and instead wisely chose a more dignified response. I'm sorry you see the basis of my choice to be so frivolous. If you excuse me, I'll be leaving so I can scurry home and bake some brownies.

He glared at her noting the thick coating of sarcasm dripping from her every word. I did not intend for my words to convey such distaste. I apologize for wasting your time, but I just had to know why one of my best students was going to throw away her chances of being furthering her chances of success. You have a talent, something that probably every single person in this room, including myself, wish we had. You have the power of words. There is just something in the way you convey your thoughts into paper that is indescribable. There's just so much raw emotion, tension, grittiness. Although your skills may still be a little rough, with some further schooling you could go on to do so much more. I was hoping to speak to you today to make you reconsider leaving.

Breathe in, breathe out. Don't lose it, girl. Just turn around and walk out. Walk away, Tsukushi. He's not worth the time to explain anything to. You don't need to explain your life to this man. He doesn't know one shit about your life.

Enough was enough. She had held it in long enough and like all people, she had reached her breaking point. Listen old man, I've had enough of this little helpful lecture you've given me! I don't really care what you think. I know that in comparison to my other classmates and a few faculty here I could write circles around them. I started taking classes her as a side hobby of mine because I enjoyed reading and writing, but to hear form some stranger that my decision to give it up would be an abomination is enough! Let me lay it down for you how things in life really are since you don't seem to grasp half of what I've had to put up with here. I've had to raise a child on my own since I was seventeen while working nights to support us. On a whim I thought it would be fun to enroll as a fulltime student at the university; thus taking up much needed time I could have spent sleeping which is something I haven't done much of the last four years of my goddamn life! Now you have the gall to tell me that choosing to spend more time with my child is wasting my talent and that more school would better me?! You're fucking crazy. I know what makes a good writer and apparently you don't. A gift?! That's a joke. I'll tell you what my secret is. It's truth. I write what I know and what I know is the truth. Now you can take your university graduate diploma and shove it up your ass!

From a distant corner of the room, she could make out the lone clapping of an individual standing echoing through the hall. She spun around seeing red at and picked up her papers throwing them into her bag. Like a tornado she tore out of the room knocking the clapping idiot out of her way and leaving a very stunned and tongue-tied professor. Students parted like the sea at the sight of her approaching. A swirl of rage and anger surrounded her making everyone jump away before they were eaten alive.

Hey, wait up!

Growling, she turned around to take a look at the hapless fool who dared interrupt her. She turned around to see the clapping boy she had briefly recalled knocking over on her way out of the lecture hall.

I heard what you said in there and I just wanted to say it was amazing the way you stood up to the anti-christ.

She opened her mouth ready to chew his head off, but the sound of her cell phone ringing in her bag knocked her off her ready fighting stance. Choosing to answer her calls knowing it might be a call concerning Kaya she waved a dismissive hand to the boy and walked away. she grumbled into the phone.

What's up, Tsukushi?

Yuki? Now is really not a good time. I can't talk right now.

Wait! Don't hang up! I know today is your last day of class and I was thinking maybe we could celebrate. How about we have a girl's night at my place tonight followed by shopping tomorrow?

I don't think that's a good idea. I would have to find someone to watch Kaya, and I hate begging Rui on short notice to do something like this.

A slow piercing whine drowned out any coherent thought on Tsukushi's side. Please?! It's been so long since we've hung out with just the girls. Come on. If you can't find anyone to watch Kaya just bring her along. It'll be fun.

Fine, whatever. I've got to go now. I'll think of something.

You're the best.

No. I'm an idiot who can't stand to hear your shrill whining.

I promise you'll have fun.

Okay, okay. I'm said I was coming already. I gotta go now. I've got errands to run.

Okay. I'll see you at work later. Bye.



Tsukushi chucked her phone back into her bag and continued her steady pace towards her car. Seeing a nearby dumpster, she tossed the stack of papers into the bin and stalked off campus.

You don't know anything about me.

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The bells overhanging the entrance chimed as the door swung open to the cozy little diner. Soujiro scanned the crowded establishment trying to find some small space he could occupy and perhaps have some quiet meal. A nearby waitress looked up from the table she was serving and haphazardly tossed the rest of the order onto the table earning a grimace from her customer. She smoothes back her hair with her hand and sashayed over to the door swaying her hips back and forth trying to entice the wandering eyes of Soujiro.

Table for one?

Soujiro looked down and flashed one of his killer smiles that made women fall at his feet begging to have his children. If you have one, please.

She turned around trying to find someone to kick out of a table, so she could serve the handsome customer and perhaps talk her way into a date. Her roaming eyes finally landed on the single table in the far corner of he diner occupied by a rather unpleasant man. Wait right here. I'll have a table ready for you in one minute. She quickly scribbled out his check and skipped over to the table putting on an overly enthusiastic smile that would make your teeth rot. Well, I hope you've enjoyed your meal. Here is your check and you can pay for it at the front register. Without waiting for any response she picked up his plates and began clearing the table dumping his half eaten meal into a tray. Have a nice day.

What the hell are you doing?! I wasn't even finished eating, yet! The man jolted up from his seat standing a good head taller than the waitress towering over her. He looked about ready to strike her or throw her out the window for disturbing his meal. I know working at a diner must be a lot of work on your tiny little brain and probably the fumes from the grill have killed whatever brain cells that still function in there, but this is unbelievable! he was about to continue on his rant tearing apart the waitress, but a hand tapped him on the shoulder interrupting the next slew of insults ready to be fired out.

It's okay. How about you bring us two of whatever he just had on me.



Calm down, man. He patted Tsukasa on the shoulder and pushed him back into the booth. Winking at the waitress who had now recomposed herself from the previous outburst she grumbled something about rude customers before smiling and walking off to take their order.

What are you doing here?

Soujiro rolled his head from one side of his neck to the other enjoying the crack in his neck releasing the built up tension. I came down her to grab some breakfast before heading to the club. What about you? If memory serves me right I thought I was the only one nursing a black eye? That looks pretty bad. You should put some ice on it to get the swelling down. He handed him the glass of water motioning for him to put it over the bruise.

I had a little run in with the boss lady this morning, he grumbled.

I see. It looks like her work. Tsukushi really knows how to pack a punch.

Tsukasa leaned forward to avoid their conversation from being heard by any nosy server floating nearby. Tell me the truth. She has some mental instability issues doesn't she? You can tell me. It's the only way I can explain her erratic mood swings.

She does, actually, he replied rubbing his chin. It's called being a woman. His boisterous laughter resounded in his ears mocking his inquiry. It is kind of weird though. I mean she has been known to have a bit of a violent streak about her, but I haven't seen her do damage like this since some guy at the club tried to rip her panties off of her underneath her skirt. That's odd. The only thing she can't tolerate are guys who try cop a feel off of her. So what happened that got you into this mess.

The red blush creeping sweeping over his face was answer enough.

He slapped the blushing fool on the back stifling his laughter. I never thought you had it in you. Looks like I just won myself a hundred bucks from Akira.

It's not what it sounds like! It was an accident!

Sure, it was an accident'. Is that what we're calling it now these days.

The waitress bustled over and slammed Tsukasa's food in front of him letting his scrambled eggs slop over onto the formica. The scowl on her face was enough to say that he wasn't exactly her favorite customer at the moment. Ignoring the Tsukasa, she carefully slipped Soujiro's order in front of him all while expertly thrusting her chest in his peripheral area. Subtlety seemed to be a concept completely lost on the poor woman.

You're bacon seems a little more cooked than mine. How about I switch with you?

I guess.

Soujiro reached over and picked up his fork ready to stab into a piece of bacon, but was met with the clang of his metal fork hitting the table.

Oh! Let me get you a new order than! the waitress cried out dashing over to the kitchen and running out with a new plate. Here, you go. This one should be more satisfactory to your tastes.

Thank you. He watched her heave a heavy sigh of relief and began to walk away, but he just had to make one more little comment. It's really not nice to spit in people's food.

She stopped dead in her tracks before turning around apparently flustered at being caught in the act. I don't know what you could be referring to?' she shyly asked before bolting out of the dining area.

Thanks, man.

No prob. I've got your back. Back to what is was saying before, I knew it from the moment I met you there was something between you two.

Tsukasa reached for his water sputtering out bits of toast while choking. He downed the whole glass and removed the glass from his lips gasping for air. What the hell did you say?!

Soujiro remained unfazed and nonchalantly sipped at his coffee. I wasn't quite sure what it was going on between you two, but I could see it. It's not hard to spot that sexually repressed look in a man's eyes.

Me and her?! You've seriously got to be joking. Never in a million years would I even want to touch her even with a ten foot pole.

Take it easy. I was just kidding around with you. You don't seem much her type anyway. Although you do have a way of getting her pissed off that is uncannily humorous.

I don't think that is a much of a good thing.

No, it is. It's hard to get some real emotion out of her sometimes. She's been through a lot these past few years. It would do her some good to actually work on her social skills. It seems like the only people she consorts with us. It's a good step in the right direction.

I still think she's a wack job.'

Well, so are you, but insanity does like company. Honestly, Tsukushi seem callous on the outside, but she's a real softie on the inside. I'm telling you, if you tried to get to know her better your life will be a lot easier since you live with her and all. Change is always good and it never hurts to get another friend. Think about it. Soujiro slid out of the booth to leave Tsukasa to ponder over the weight of his words. I'll see you at work later.

Wait a sec! Why does Akira owe you a hundred bucks?

We had a bet whether or not you were really gay. I told him you were straight.





Tsukasa sighed as he pushed his plate away from him. Could we really be friends? He violently shook his head negating such a notion before letting his head fall onto the table with a thud.

As Soujiro threw paid the check he glanced back at the Tsukasa's head against the table. Change can only bring something for the better, he mumbled to himself. He thanked the cashier and made his way out the door when he felt something knock against him sending a storm of papers up into the air.

I'm so sorry! the young woman gasped as she got down on her hands and knees to pick up her papers. I should have been watching where I was going.

It's fine, I should have been watching for you running straight at me, he chuckled. He continued to gather the scattered papers stacking them in a neat pile before looking up to find himself locked in the gaze of a pair of brown eyes that seemed vaguely familiar. Behind the thin wire glasses he could see something so vaguely familiar, but couldn't seem to grasp it. Was she some girl he had a one night stand with some time ago? No, it couldn't be. His eyes roamed up and down her figure noting the plain grey business suit hanging on her thin frame. Her dark auburn hair was swept back by a white scarf headband letting the loose ends hang down her back. In the middle of his staring, he was more than shocked when she stopped snatching at papers and profusely apologizing to look up at the man she had bumped into.

Somewhere in Tokyo, two pairs of eyes locked in the middle of a pool of papers flapping in the wind. Today was a day for changes alright. Something big and something new was going to take place.



Soujiro could barely get the name out of his dumbfounded mouth.

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Tsukushi grumpily kicked the door open with her foot dragging Kaya form behind. Suffice it to say, her mood had not lightened much since her little run in with her professor that morning. Kaya released her hand and ran straight into her bedroom where the sounds of Pokemon soon boomed out from the television.

Volume down, Kaya!



A few seconds later the noise quieted down ad Tsukushi lugged the heavy bag of groceries onto the counter. Grumbling to herself she began shoving frozen meat into the freezer trying to figure out exactly what she had forgotten to buy on her trip to the supermarket. In the middle of rambling out various items, she stopped when the doorbell rang. Closing the freezer door closed she ran her weary hands through her tousled hair. It definitely was a very frizzy hair day for her. Sighing she opened the front door to find Akira grinning like a mad man on the other side with Sakurako by his side.



Hey Sakurako. What do you want Akira? I know it can't be good.

I'm hurt, Tuskushi. It pains me to see your complete lack of trust in me.

Well you do have that shifty eye thing going for you.

No I don't.

She's right, you do, Sakurako concurred laughing at Akira's expense.

Then there is the rather absurd choice of attire you always wear. Is there ever a day you just dress like a bum like the rest of us. I mean even Sakurako, although she's wearing a rather slutty pair of denim shorts and tube top, can dress down once in awhile. Aren't you hot wearing those black slacks and silk dress shirt.

It's not my fault you two are fashion impaired, he retorted. He loosened the top three buttons on his shirt revealing his pale chest underneath grinning like a pervert. Like what you see ladies?

Out of nowhere a black cane came crashing down on his head. Are you done with your idiotic shenanigans yet, young man?!

Fuck! That hurts!

Tsukushi burst out in laughter alongside Sakurako, but quickly shoved a whining Akira out of the way. she squealed wrapping her arms around eth petite elderly lady waiting out in the hallway. When did you get back? Why didn't you tell me? I would have picked you up from the airport.

Tama gently peeled Tsukushi's arms off of her and attempted to straighten out her shirt after such a warm welcome. Are you going to leave me standing out in this hallway all day or are you going to let me in?

Of course! Come in! Come in! She ushered Tama into the living room forgetting all about Akira and Sakurako. Sweeping off some of Kaya's toy left on the couch she motioned for the old woman to take a seat. Let me make you some tea. You must be tired after your long trip.

Forget it, young miss. You don't need to bother with an old woman like me.

No, it's no trouble at all.

Sakurako placed a hand on Tsukushi's shoulder pushing her back into her seat. Sit. Akira and I will take care of it. Why don't you two stay and chat for awhile.

Tsukushi happily replied. So when did you get back Tama?

Tama neatly folded her hands in her lap and glanced around the room. A hint of disgust was written on her face at the lack of order in the apartment. It seems I just came back in time. I decided to cut my vacation short. I was worried about how you and the little one were doing.

You really didn't have to. I mean we're doing just fine.

I know. Can't you just let an old woman worry about her charge?

Come on, Tama. You know you'll always be welcome here. You've been like family for as long as I could remember. I was just surprised to have you show up so suddenly.

I wanted to surprise you, so I had that idiotic young man meet me at the airport.

Who are you calling idiotic, old woman! Akira yelled lowering the tray onto the table.

A quick rap of her cane put him back in his place though. This younger generation and their complete lack of respect, she mumbled from her teacup.

Would you stop doing that?!

You deserved it, Sakurako giggled as she plopped two lumps of sugar into her tea.

So what do you plan on doing now that you're back, Tama? I've been watching over your apartment downstairs. It may be a little dusty down there, though. I haven't been able to keep up with housekeeping these last few months, but for now you can stay here for as long as you need until you get things set up again.

The front door opened breaking up their discussion and fours pairs of heads turned towards the direction of the lock opening. Tsukasa dumbly walked into the middle of what looked like a really awkward situation, one that made him want to turn around and pretend her was never there.

Who is this? Tama asked in a strained voice pointing her cane in his direction.

This is Tsukasa. He's renting out the spare room.

I do not approve of this young miss. I don't feel this is a proper living arrangement for the little one with a strange man living with a single mother and her child. He doesn't look trustworthy. It is not acceptable by any means.

Who is she?! Tsukasa angrily asked.

Tsukasa, this is an old family friend of mine, Tama. Before she left, she was Kaya's nanny. Don't mind her. She's just a tad on the overprotective side.

Whatever. I just came to get a change of clothes before heading off for the club. He stalked out of the room slamming his door shut.

Young miss, this is completely unacceptable! I don't think you've noticed, but have you seen his appearance. It's quite uncomely. He looks nothing more than a common street thug.

He's an okay guy, Tama. Akira picked him out and he's been living here fine the last few weeks. Sakurako smiled tried to evoke some sense of reassurance on the issue. It probably only proved to fan the fire.

That doesn't exactly help change my opinion.

Forget it, already. He's staying here. End of discussion. I'm an adult now, Tama, and I can fully handle making wise choices. I would like you to continue being Kaya's nanny,. But if you can't handle my living arrangements then perhaps I should be looking into finding someone else to watch Kaya in my absence.

I did not raise you to speak to me in such a tone, she sternly warned.

And I'm no longer you're charge.

Fine. I will not mention another word about your living arrangements but do know I don't trust that man.

I don't trust him much either, but I can handle him.

I noticed your handiwork on his face.

Thank you. I learned from the best. Tsukushi wrapped her arms around Tama pulling her into a long embrace. She buried her head in her shoulder whispering, It's good to have you back here.

It's good to be back here, young miss.

Stop with this young miss' thing. You know it just sounds weird. Just call me Tsukushi.

I guess I will have to adjust to these new changes. I've taken care of you and the young master for so long I sometimes forget that you weren't children anymore. Now that he's gone I can't help but worry for you. She strained to get the last word out of her mouth feeling it's foreign sound reverberating against her throat.

Ahem. There are other people in the room still, ya know. Akira keeled over faking his gagging. His actions earned him a deathly glare from the two women. he pleaded putting up his hands in surrender.

Kaya trudged out of her room with her back to the room still engrossed on the television on in her room. Can you come help me with something?

How about I help you little one?

Kaya's attention suddenly perked up as she spun around. She practically jumped over Akira to hop into Tama's open arms.

How about you show me whatever it was you were working on?



Tama picked up her cane and hobbled behind the bouncing little girl into the bedroom closing the door behind them.

Geez, I've never seen you stand up to that old bag like that before! Akira cheered. He clapped in honor of the momentous occasion.

Save it! And what is it with people clapping when I go into one a tirade?

Well, it is rather interesting and quite entertaining from a spectator viewpoint, Tsukushi.

Thanks. I'm so happy I can entertain you, Sakurako.

Tsukushi sighed and leaned her head back against the couch trying to calm her nerves. It had been more than an overly stressful day for her and three outbursts in one day was wearing her down quick.

Let me asked you something?

What Akira?' she asked through closed eyes not really wanting to hear the pearls of wisdom he would bestow upon her. She slowly opened her eyes to see one of Kaya's hand puppets dangling in front of her face.

The Kermit the Frog puppet opened its mouth before clamping shut quickly. Slowly the lips parted. When was the last time you had sex?

What?! I don't think that's any of your business!

Come on, Kermit chided rubbing against her cheek with his arm. It has been a long time hasn't it?

I don't know maybe a year. You should remember you were there, she grumbled. Tsukushi quickly clamped her hand over her mouth wishing she had not blurted out what she just said.

What? When did that happen? How come you guys never told me?

I don't kiss and tell, Kermit scolded waving a hand in the air.

Spill it Tsukushi. How the hell did that happen?

She rubbed the temples of her forehead trying to release the pounding headache that was creeping up one her. It wasn't a big deal. It just sort of happened. I don't even remember much of what happened and neither did that idiot. It was his fault anyway. He came over one night to hang out and came up with the brilliant idea to make some wine coolers while we watched a movie. Wine coolers turned into margaritas, which then turned into tequila shots. We were pretty much smashed by the end of the night. The next thing I know I wake up naked and next to HIM! She pointed an accusing finger at Akira.

Holy fucking shit! Sakurako screamed. Wait till the others hear about this.

A pillow went soaring into her face. Tell the others and die! Tsukushi hissed. For all I know he was the worst lay I've ever had in my life. It's not like I have much to compare with. I've only slept with two men in my entire life. The first one ended up in getting me knocked up and the second got me piss drunk.

That is the root of your problem, Tsukushi. You've got too much pent up sexual frustration. You need to let it out or you're life won't get any better. Try relaxing once in a while. Get out there and date someone. Have a one-night stand. If not try, I shudder to think, a real committed relationship.

The frog's got a point, Sakurako interjected waving her teaspoon in the air. When was the last time you had a really good fuck?

You're so subtle with your words.

Get off your high horse. All of us just need to let off steam and if it call for the help of someone of the opposite sex, then so be it.

Yes, let Kermit teach you some new moves that will definitely leave a smile on your face.

Tsukushi rolled her head over taking in the sight of Kermit doing nasty unmentionable and not to mention sexual moves on the arm of the couch. Will you stop defiling my child's toy already?!

See what I mean! You've got to unwind a little bit. Let Kermit help you if you know what I mean?

She couldn't take another moment of it. Akira was really digging himself into a hole this time. She snatched the puppet revealing his bare hand, and he popped up from behind the couch. I've had enough of Kama Sutra lessons from Kermit here. I don't need you're help when it comes to my body and my love life. I'm not talking about this anymore.

Shit! I'm already twenty minutes late. As much as I would like to stay and watch you two argue, I've got to help set up for tonight. I'm taking your car, Akira. You can catch a ride with Ms. Celibate over there. She stopped halfway to the doorway when Tsukasa stepped out from his room fully showered and dressed. Need a ride? she casually asked flipped her hair back.

Yeah. I'll see you later, man. Tsukasa slapped Akira on the back and ran after Sakurako out the door.

Settling himself on the couch next to Tsukushi, Akira draped one arm over the fuming woman. Seriously, you need to go out and meet some new people. Hasn't it been long enough since the whole thing with Rui? You gotta let someone in sometime.

If you haven't noticed, I've got a kid. Who wants to date damaged goods?

You're not damaged? Maybe a little like a dented can, but whatever's inside is still good, right? he laughed.

Tsukushi jabbed an elbow into his ribs while laughing. I don't know. I've been over Rui since the day he broke up with me, before I even knew about Kaya. It just never felt right to move on when I found myself with a baby and everything else going on in my life.

So, what happened between you and my pupil earlier?

Don't even get me started. That perv grabbed my breast this morning, so I punched him in the face for that.

Oooh! That's got to hurt.

There's just something about that guy that gets under my skin sometimes. I feel bad for him, though. It's just so coincidental how he's always around when I'm in one of my moods. It's not my fault he's at the wrong pace at the wrong time.

Perhaps you should try to come to some understanding before you kill the poor man. He's really a cool guy. He's just a little inexperienced when it comes to women.

More like a complete idiot.

Make nice. At least make the effort to be friends. I think he might stick around for a while if you don't kill him first. He's got a mean streak to him, too. I've seen it first hand. When he's around you, he holds a lot of restraint, though. It must kill him.

Okay, okay. I get where you're going. I was going to call a truce sooner or later with him.

Good girl. So have you considered my idea?

What idea?

That you should start dating and having wild casual sex?

I'll consider the dating part, but the so called good fuck' is out of the question.

Akira playfully rolled over resting his head onto her lap and grinned. Good. Maybe I'll have a chance with you yet. To her surprise, he pulled her head down and kissed her hard. He rolled himself off his comfortable position on the couch and sauntered out the door. I think I'll just take the train down to the club. Later.

Bewilderment was the only thing she could say to define what had just happened.

Maybe it was time to move on. Everyone else seems to have evolved over time, but I've stayed constant the entire time. It's always been reliable old Tsukushi. He may be on to something. God, he's set off a catalyst for action. It's time for a revolution.

She bent over and picked up the discarded Kermit the Frog doll on the ground fitting it over her hand. I guess it's just you and me. The head bobbed up and down in response to her question.

You're a good man, Kermit.

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The night had been rather uneventful. With their pockets a bit fuller and their heads a tad lighter they slumped in their chairs counting their tips for the night. Akira leaned back in his chair resting on the two back legs.

We had a good haul tonight.

Yeah, this weather's good for business. We emptied out all the taps. Soujiro tucked the thick wad of bills into his wallet patting his fattened pocket.

That reminds me. Remember to refill the bar first thing tomorrow. Tsukushi yelled from the inner sanctum of her office. She stepped out locking the door behind her. Unbuttoned the to of her shirt revealing a lacy camisole peeking out from underneath. She snatched an empty chair straddling it while resting her chin against the back. Dragging herself closer into the small circle they had formed, she peered over into Yuki's shoulder watching her sort out her money.

Yeah, I'll remember, Soujiro nodded. We should get going. We've got an early morning tomorrow.'

Dude, I almost forgot. We're gonna kick their asses. Akira jumped out of his chair knocking it over. You should come too, Tsukasa.

Come to what? he yawned.

We're having our first official game of the summer tomorrow. This works out great now that we have an extra man. Can you play basketball?

Of course, but why?

Every summer all of the us guys get together and play ball. It's been a tradition we've had since the beginning. We've been short one player for the last few years, so we've been playing three-on-three for now with one alternate. You can be on our team. We all know that Akira here couldn't play defense if his life depended on it. Rui's pretty good, too, but we all know I carry the team, Soujiro smirked.

Shut up! I've never seen a more pitiful jump shot in my life. Akira shoved Soujiro out of the way to drape an arm over Tsukasa's shoulder. You're on our team then! We've got an even number for four-on-four. Akira shot Soujiro a high five. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. I can't wait to run Kin into the ground.

Sounds good.

Jeez. Boys and their sports, Sakurako sneered. Are we going or not, Yuki? I think we should pick up some supplies for tonight.

I almost forgot. Tsukushi, we should stop by a 7-11 and pick up some stuff. I don't think I've got anything good at home.

Oh yeah, right. Tsukasa, I'm gonna spend the night over at Yuki's. Kaya's over at Tama's, so you're on your own tonight. You'll need to find your own ride back.

Maybe I'll actually get a good night's sleep for once without getting attacked for no reason, he sneered.

Hey, I apologized. I still think you deserved it for your wandering hand.

For the last time, it wasn't my fucking fault that you crashed into me. It was a damn accident.

That's what you say, pervert.

God, do you two ever stop fighting. I'm tired of hearing this. You copped a feel. She punched you in the face. Now you're even! Soujiro yelled. Just drop it, and be friends already.

He started it.

No, she started it.

Forget it. It's a lost cause, Akira sighed nodding his head. I'm too tired to deal with their bitching. He pulled Tsukasa up from his chair and dragged him away from what was beginning to turn into a heated argument. I'll take you home.

Soujiro threw an arm around his other shoulder. Here's 50 bucks.

What's this for?

I thought you deserved half for winning me the bet, he chuckled.

Jesus Christ! I'm not gay already!

Damn! I was so sure he was.

As Tsukasa lunged towards Akira chasing out the door Soujiro lingered behind laughing his ass off while Tsukasa strangled Akira down to the ground in a head lock in the alleyway. He stopped and waved a goodbye. Good night ladies!

Bye, Jiro! three high pitched voiced yelled in unison.

Yeah. You coming along, Tsukushi?

I'll be right behind you. I just need to lock up the place for the night. I'll be at your place in 20.



They stumbled out fumbling with their heavily loaded arms stockpiled with enough booze to turn the rest of the night into a blur.

Tsukushi closed her eyes for a moment trying to ground herself for a moment. She knew that a night with Sakurako and Yuki would lead only to a ton of alcohol abuse. She shifted in her seat sensing something or someone approach her. You're still here, Rui?

He slid into a seat opposite of her resting his chin against the back mirroring her pose. I wanted to talk to you about something.

Is this Kaya or Shizuka related?

Actually both.

She raised a wary eyebrow not liking where this conversation was heading.

Kaya's going to be on summer vacation in two weeks, and you know what that means.

You get her for two entire weeks of the summer. So what have you got planned this year? Trips to the zoo? Spoiling her rotten on ice cream and candy for two weeks straight?

I was thinking of taking her to the beach.

She would love that! It'll be a fun day trip for you two.

I know. Shizuka was the one who suggested we go. Although instead of just spending one day there, I was going to take her there for the entire two weeks. We're going to take her to Atami.



What do you mean no?

I said no. You are not going to take her to Atami. We've never discussed you taking her out of the city during your two weeks.

This is real bullshit, you know that! His dead eyes came alive with the hint of fire in them. The tone of his voice slowly rose to barely a yell. I'm her goddamn father. I shouldn't have to ask for permission to take her on vacation. It was just a courtesy for me to tell you that I was going to take her away.

If it was her idea to go, I don't like it. I think I'm fairly reasonable even allowing Kaya to stay with you in the same apartment you two share. Taking her out of the city is an entirely different issue.

Do you even hear the insanity coming out of your mouth. From what I'm hearing you just don't want me to take her because it was Shizuka's idea.

Well, if that's what you think, then there's your reason.

This hatred you have for her has got to stop already! When will you stop harboring this resentment towards her? It's been three years already.

Tsukushi leapt out her chair ready to storm out the door. She was completely livid. The idea of that woman being within five feet of her daughter was enough to make her blood boil. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'll never forgive Shizuka for what she did.

Rui lurched forward grabbing hold of her wrist forcing her to stay. With her back turned to him, he could already picture the expression on her face, hard and deadened. It was the same one he had created for himself years ago. We're engaged, he barely whispered loud enough for her to hear.

It felt as if someone had completely knocked the wind out of her. All the strength in her legs was quickly dissipating making it quite difficult withstand the burden of keeping her up. Slowly, her body sank back into the chair. This isn't about some stupid vacation anymore, is it? she mumbled. You wanted to tell me this all along.

Yes and no. I wanted to tell you before the others. It's the right thing to do. Like it or not, Shizuka is going to be a permanent fixture in out family. She's going to be Kaya's step-mother whether you like it or not.

She let out a disheartened sigh realizing the weight of the words spoken. The woman she reviled would become a second mother to her child, and there was truly nothing she could do about it. What do you want me to say?

I don't know. I wanted you to know first since we're going to announce it to the soon. I was going to tell Kaya when we went to Atami. I want the two of them to get to know each other better.

What the fuck do you want from me then?! It seems like you two have all this planned out. Shit! I don't know why you are telling me this? I really have no fucking clue! At this point any rational civilized conversation went out the window.

What the hell are you saying? I was trying to be an adult about this, but apparently you can't be one. This shit never changes with us. What I'm saying isn't meant to be a threat. I'm such an idiot to think we could talk things out. I can see already this was a total waste of my time.

She clenched her fists ignoring the red marks forming on her palms where her nails dug through the skin. I won't stop you from marrying the bitch, but I'm sure as hell she will never be anything remotely close to a mother to Kaya. Her tone rose with each word veiling the slight quaver in her voice. She would not back down. She would fight this to the grave if she had to. Don't pull this shit about forming your own little family with my daughter.

Our daughter. For such a curt response, there was no loss on the bitterness dripping from his mouth.

All you ever did for us was provide the sperm. She ever so calmly stood up and sighed. Mothers are a biological necessity; fathers are a social invention.

Quoting Margaret Mead, I see.

You were always the only one who was up to my level. It was too bad you turned out to be such an asshole. You'll do anything to keep her, won't you? You'll break every single moral rule in the book to get her.

You wouldn't let me within ten feet of our daughter after you found out about us. I was giving you space to sort things out. Frankly, I don't regret what Shizuka did. She gave me my daughter back. Remember rules are meant for people who don't know how to get around them.'

Tori Harrison.

You always liked to play this little name that quote game. You just like having the upper hand trying to outwit everyone else.

And you always wear that damn smug mask of yours. We all have our little quirks. I think that was what attracted me to you. You were the only one who had a single clue to what the hell I was saying most of the time. Too bad you have the worst judgment when it comes to people. She paused briefly trying to regain some sense of composure. Blackmail is always such a pretty thing to use to get your daughter. I only allowed you to be near Kaya because she threatened to take away Last Resort. You see her as the martyr sacrificing her feelings about us to help you get back your child from the bitch mother. Did you even stop once and think that she was willing to screw all of us over? Every single person here would have lost their job if I didn't agree to her ridiculous demands. Why can't you fucking see that?! Control was lost. She wanted to smash that damn mask he wore, the façade he hid behind. She knew what was behind it. For once, she wanted him to be human, to resemble the man she had once loved, be the man she thought she once knew. All she saw staring back at her was his dead eyes and blank unreadable face.

Rui took hold of her wrist raised above her stopping her from assaulting him with her fists. It worked, didn't it? It all worked out in the end. Sometimes the ends justify the means.

At that moment, she wanted to scratch his eyes out. She was breathing heavily having expelled all her energy in her previous wild attack. she spat in his face. Her body convulsed beneath him trying to free herself from his grasps. Let go of me!

Not unless you agree to calm down.

She slumped her shoulders knowing he would hold her like this for hours if necessary.

Okay. We're making progress then. He released her wrists and stood back ready to protect himself if necessary.

Tsukushi rubbed her wrists and shoved him out of the way. She couldn't stand the sight of him or barely register the idea of a stalemate they had found themselves in. So now what?

I don't know. He slumped down into an empty chair and rested his face in his hands. Whoever said the truth will set you free was a lying bastard.

Strangely enough Tsukushi's light laughter filled the air breaking through the still tenseness that lingered. He peeked out between his fingers not quite grasping the humor in all of this. There was something screaming in the back of his head that this was far from over, not by a long shot. His dread was only heightened by the intensity of her laughter increasing causing her to grab at her sides.

She's lost it. She's completely lost her mind.

What's so funny?

You, me, THIS, she gasped between fits of laughter.

Sorry, if I don't find the prospect of losing my daughter funny.

You know what, Rui? I don't know either. I don't know what's going to happen.

Rui stared down at the ground contemplating what in the world had ever possessed him to have the talk' with Tsukushi. Was he smoking crack or something? What did he expect to happen? Like she would jump into his arms wrapping him in a hug congratulating him on his impending nuptials. That was a long shot.

Way to go Rui! Good job on breaking the news gently. You always had that way with women. Damn it! When did everything get so fucking contemplated. That was a low barb about the ends justifying the means. I know what she did. Hell, we even discussed the blowout of our decision to fight for Kaya. It was ironic how Susumu was the one who gave him the gift of his daughter back. As long as we hold our leverage on Tsukushi she can't do anything about the marriage. I fought once to gain partial custody, and I won't back down on having the agreement more strictly enforced. As long as we have control over Last Resort it'll be fine. After all, Susumu did leave Shizuka half of Last Resort for a reason, for protection.

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Yuki thrust open the door kicking her shoes off watching the slap against the wall onto the ground. Oh god, I need to get out of these heels, she moaned. She skipped into her bedroom to change into something a bit more comfortable.

Sakurako juggled the heavy bags of supplies pushing past Tsukushi towards the kitchen. She dropped the her load onto the counter and began rifling through the bags pulling out all the junk food they had been craving. She ripped open a bag of Twizzlers and immediately sticking one of the red sticks into her mouth while she pulled out the booze from the other bag.

Hey! Where did you put the blender, Yuki?!

It's in the bottom left cupboard! she yelled in return from behind the closed bedroom door. A few moments later she emerged wearing a simple t-shirt and boxers. She sauntered into the kitchen to rummage for the margarita mix she had bought from their last girls' night.

Tsukushi groaned as her back made a loud snapping noise while she peeled herself off her very comfortable position on the couch. Nope. They weren't about to let her get off so easily as to pass out now. Not even the long hot shower she had indulged in earlier was enough to shake off the shock that Rui had gladly bestowed upon her. Maybe partaking in a girl's night wasn't such a bad idea wasn't such a bad idea anyway. She could get wasted and dull some of the pain that ripped down her very soul.

Drinks all around! Sakurako carried out a fresh pitcher of margaritas while Yuki followed behind with another pitcher full of daiquiris. Why have one when you can have both, they agreed. She stumbled into the living room setting her pitcher on the table. Grabbing a glass she poured salt onto the table and dipped the edge of the glass around it forming a salty rim. She then proceeded to pour the pale yellow-greenish liquid into it almost spilling over. The first one's for Tsukushi since it looks like she could use it.

You don't see me arguing, she cheerily agreed downing the drink in one long gulp. Oh god! Brain freeze!

Slow down! Pace yourself, we've got the entire night to get wasted. Yuki placed her daiquiri down with a look of bewilderment written all over her face. Something must be up if you're up for drinking. You're usually the one nagging us about killing our brain cells.

I've got a good reason to, she sighed. She lazily traced her finger through the pile of salt on the table drawing little swirls.

Sakurako followed in Tsukushi's example downing her drink in one gulp. After the initial chill that coursed through her body she snatched a hand full of M&M's stuffing her face. If we're going to have one of those Ya Ya sisterhood moments I want to be sure I'm liquored up good. AwDon't ruin this. I like drunk Tsukushi. She's way more fun than regular Tsukushi.

Good point. Let's make a toast. To fun drunk Tsukushi!



Ya Ya! Sakurako squealed before downing another margarita. Hey stop being such a lush. Quite hogging the margaritas. Sakurako snatched the now empty pitcher of margaritas away from Tsukushi wondering how she managed to polish it off so quickly.

Stop being such a greedy whore. Make the next batch stronger. I'm not even feeling a buzz yet.'

And so, the night ensued with many more drinks followed by random gossip. By the time they reached their tenth pitcher of margaritas they were pretty much smashed enough to know they would have to stop soon unless they wanted to spend the rest of the night hovering over the toilet. Through bleary eyes, they laughed hysterically as Sakurako recounted some sexcapade involving body oil, a whip and a rubber chicken. They laughed away the pain etched in their heart dulling away the grim reality of life enjoying the company of each other.

Can you believe the nerve of that guy?! Sakurako screamed as she fell over backwards giggling.

I still don't understand how you got your body to bend into that position? Tsukushi asked wide-eyed. She scrunched up her face trying to figure out the mechanics of her own body wondering if she could ever do that. She nodded her head dispelling nay thoughts about trying that one anytime soon.

Yuki sullenly laid flat on the ground staring up at the sealing. Her hand reached for her glass knocking over the empty bottles lined up as proof of their lost sobriety. Don't you ever get tired of jumping from guy to guy, Sakurako?

Her laughter quickly subsided, and her body became a bit rigid at the looming conversation that was approaching. She downed the rest of her glass and set it on the table. Sometimes, I guess.

No offense or anything, but don't you ever just want stability. I mean, someone who gives a shit about you longer than a week.

I think about it sometimes, but then that's something that will never happen will it.

The sudden somber mood enveloping the group aroused Tsukushi form her dazed condition. It could if you wanted it.

Yeah right. When guys look at you or Yuki they know where they stand. You two are the types of girls that guys would bring home to their mothers. I'm nothing more than a good Saturday night fuck, and that's what I give them. Hey, I don't disagree much with them either.

You know you're more than that. We know the girl behind the slut act you put on. You don't always have to be that girl the rest of your life. I know one guy who would like to maybe see you setlle down.

she snorted in disbelief.



Please, the poor man doesn't have a shot in hell.

Oh come on, you can't tell me you don't think he's kind of hot, Yuki giggled. She rolled over and pulled her body off the ground to rest her head on the table. Whoa! Tell me when the room stops spinning.

I think you've had enough for tonight. Tsukushi pulled the glass out of her hand and slurped down the remnants. She's got a point, though. She may be drunk. But you don't have to be drunk to know that Thomas has one hot ass. The rest of him is just as nice, too.

He's okay, I guess for a gaijin. I've never really thought about it really. Okay, so I've got to be blind to not notice his advances. He's been hitting me since the first day I walked into Last Resort. He's a little too desperate for me. He's out of the question.

So you have considered settling down and actually trying to have an adult relationship. The great one night stand girl is actually considering commitment. I'm utterly shocked.

Shut up wench. It's not like you've had much experience. My god, you've only slept with Rui and Akira.

Akira! When the? What the?!

I'm going to kill you! I should've never told you about that.

In between fits of laughter, Yuki blurted out, So how was he?

Chill! It's not like you remember much. Like you said, you two were too wasted to remember anything.

A soft blush streaked across her cheeks making her face redder than it was before.

Oh god! You do remember all of it.

Well, I kind of started to remember things a few days afterwards. I wasn't about to bring that up with Akira. We agreed to never mention the horrid incident ever again. EVER.

Yeah, but that still doesn't answer our question. How was he in bed?

God I never thought you would be such a perv too, Yuki. She flopped down on the couch and smothered her face with a pillow to hide her shame. Since I've never been with anyone else, but him and Rui I'd have to give him an 9 for stamina and knowledge of female anatomy. The boy really knows how to hit the right places.

Sakurako clapped her hands and let out a whoop. That's my boy!

If you ever tell him I told you that I'll fucking kill you!

Fine, fine, fine. Your secret is safe with us. Why don't we talk about your current love life or your present lack of? Yuki snickered.

Yuki's right. Like I said earlier, you need to skip the commitment shit and get straight to a good fuck.

Oh god, not this again.

Yuki knocked Sakurako over and crawled over to the couch. She leaned over the arm and stared down at Tsukushi. She's right you know. Maybe not about the good fuck part, but you've really got to get out there and date. Time is ticking away.

You sound just like my mother. I can't deal with any emotional drama in my life. Isn't enough I have to deal with one ex-boyfriend who will permanently be a fixture in my life? I don't think I can handle another man in my life.

She's right, Sakurako whined. She violently began pulling at her arm trying to make her take things a bit more seriously. In her own annoying way, she was just trying to help. Go out there and find yourself a man. You've got to move on. Stop stressing over Rui.

Her eyes snapped open and narrowed into two very fine slits. I was over Rui a long it me ago, she hissed. It doesn't matter what I think of him anyway. He's getting married to Shizuka.

Fuck when did that happen?!

Oh my god! When did he tell you?

He told me after work today. They're going to take Kaya away for the summer to do some family bonding and probably get married sometime next year. And what can I do, but let him.

That no good silent freaked mother fucking bastard!

He wouldn't try to take Kaya, would he?

Tsukushi patted her worried friend's hand in assurance. He won't, but if I try in any way to take Kaya away from him, Shizuka will use her leverage against me. She'll take Last Resort. I still can't believe Susumu was such a fucking idiot to leave half of Last Resort to her. As long as she owns half the place, she can do whatever she wants with her half. If she sells I may lose it all. I was pretty lucky that in exchange for giving Rui partial custody I was able to keep full control of Last Resort and she a silent partner. I don't know what will happen now. I may get screwed over in the end. With my luck, it's a definite thing. She waved a pathetic hand in the air.

That's all the more reason that you need to get out there and get yourself a man. A good man between your legs could take some of the edge off.

As much as I disagree with her words, Sakurako might have a point. You just need to relax and take your mind off things. You can't spend the rest of your life dwelling over Rui's every move. You've got to establish your own life.

Now you're getting on my case, too, Yuuki? I don't want to talk about this anymore. She rubbed her temples trying to fight off the migraine spreading through her skull. Why the hell did we come here other than to mull over our pathetic lives? I think you had a reason, Yuki?

Yuki jumped off the ground and planted her hands on her hips. Oh yeah! Wait, give me a second while the room stops spinning. She grabbed her head wincing in pain trying to focus her eyes on a crack on the wall. I'm going to finally do it.

Is this another one of your schemes to get Soujiro? Sakurako groaned. We all know how embarrassing it was for him to call you his sister while he fucked that bitch last night, but what makes you think this will work. He's never taken the bait before.

I agree.

Come one! We've got to stop sitting around wishing that our lives would get better. If we want something to happen we've got to go out and do something about it! I'm not going to sit around and take anymore of his shit!

Oh god, she's gotten into one of her self-empowerment speeches, Tsukushi whispered into Sakurako's ear.

Sh! Maybe She's onto something. She cocked her head to one side trying to catch up with Yuki's rant. I want to see where she's going with this.

I'm not going to be sweet, naïve Yuki anymore.

Okay, so what you are suggesting is that we do the opposite of what we've been doing all along? Tsukushi warily asked.



And that means?

Sakurako is going to get into a serious relationship, which means no sex, no games, and nothing past first base. And you my friend, we are going to make sure you get full use out of this. Yuki snatched for a box underneath the couch and shoved it into Tsukushi's lap.

She picked up the lid eyeing its contents.

Hey, I think those are meant for me, Sakurako whined.

Yuki slapped Sakurako's greedy hands away glaring at her. She gently patted Tsukushi's awe-struck face at the plethora of colors, sizes, and textures. It's time to get you back in the saddle again. This is a fresh start. We can be whoever we want to be.

Okay, this is insane. Sakurako picked out a purple-foiled condom and twirled it between her fingers. It's so insane, that I'm in.

Yes! How about you, Tsukushi. Yuki nudged her on the shoulder smiling like a drunken lunatic.

What's the harm in all of this, Tsukushi thought. She couldn't help, but laugh at the idea of a celibate Sakurako and Yuki as some sort of dominatrix vixen. She nodded her head dropping any further thought on such a ridiculous idea. You two can do whatever you want, but I'm going to pass out in a pool of my own drunken drool. Tsukushi crawled her way up onto the couch and threw the blanket over herself. I'll help you with this, but don't drag me down with you.

Yuki and Sakurako watched as Tsukushi quickly fell into a deep slumber. The quietly lifted their glasses polishing off the last drops of margaritas from the pitcher. Evilly they smiled to each other watching Tsukushi peacefully sleeping on the couch.

We're not gonna let her off that easily now are, we? Sakurako whispered.

She'll come around.

I never thought you could be so evil, Yuki.

Well, I learn fast. Here's to a revolution.

The clinck of two glasses sealed the deal. Tomorrow would bring change for these women. For the better, or for the worse they had no idea. It would be their greatest experiment. It was a clean slate.

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A/N: Whoa~! I've been mulling around with this chapter for the last couple of days and somehow I ended up writing 33 pages. I apologize for the length of this chapter, but I guarantee good stuff to come! I'll try to have another chapter up by next weekend, but we'll see. As always, review!