Last Resort

by Skyla1

A second chance to do things right this time, it was their last way out. No one said they wouldn't screw up along the way.

13. Aftermath

Disclaimer: It's been said time and time again.

Chapter 13: Aftermath



Tsukasa grumbled, tumbling out of the doorway.

Tsukushi touched the top of her head, feeling the odd shape her hair had taken after a not so peaceful sleep last night. She trudged over to the kitchen, hearing the soft patter of Tsukasa's feet across the living room to the hallway bathroom. Soon the sound of the shower being turned on sliced through the dead silence. She moved through her normal routine, although it was already about nine, about two hours past her normal wake up time. Her hand cupped her mouth, stifling another yawn as she sat on the counter with her head resting on her chin, staring at the tiny drops of liquid ecstasy dribble into the coffee pot.

I still love you.

Random, random, random act, she grumbled to herself.

Why did you have to bring it up?

The unnerving feeling of his words penetrated through her defenses, rendering her completely unsure of herself. What else was there to do? She rolled her shoulders, trying to ease the tension out of her sore muscles. It wasn't exactly the best situation to be rudely awakened about an hour after having finally fallen asleep by a naked man in your bed. Tsukushi had to be one of the very few to protest having a beautifully-sculpted naked man slide into bed with you, professing some twisted eternal vow of love, and be creeped out by it.

Nothing's ever easy is it?

She hopped off the cold, hard stool and began rummaging through the cupboard for something to suitable to make for breakfast. Choosing to desist the nitpicking over the drama known as her life, she pulled out the necessary items to feed the hungry mouths when they awakened.

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Sakurako rolled over with a painful groan, gripping her sides to try to ease the soreness. That fall out of the car had taken its toll on her, and it seemed like every movement, down to blinking, hurt. Her eyes fluttered open to be met by the blinding light streaming through the windows. For a moment, she wondered to herself if last night had been all a dream. It would have made it all the better if it had been just some strange dream concocted by her mind. Her arm snaked out from under the sheets, reaching for her clock, which would have been on the nightstand, but was met by nothing more than a lamp. She bolted upright, and through one bruised, bloodshot eye and another wide open one she made out the reflection of her face in the vanity against the wall.



The covers were pushed aside, and all the aches and pains forgotten for the shock of her own appearance in the mirror. She was entranced by the reflection like the way birds are mesmerized by their own reflection. It was a surreal experience. In her dazed state, she made her way towards the mirror and collapsed on the ground. Like a frightened child, she tucked her knees against her chest and rested her chin on them. A shaky hand extended from the woman in the mirror touching her own, forming that connection between her and the other woman. The hand retracted from the cool glass towards her own marred face, tracing the outer edges of the discolorations in her porcelain skin.

Pride.

She had always prided herself in her flawless and seemingly eternal youthful beauty. All through the years with the growing in her age, she had only really cared about one thing. It was her selfish delusion. In a way, her pride had served as some kind of defense mechanism against the world. As long as she remained preoccupied with her own vanity, nothing else mattered. Not the pain of losing them. Not the shame for betraying them. Not even the loss of him. Pride had driven her to the lengths she had gone to, a point where she could barely recognize the child pretending to be a woman underneath all the makeup and cosmetic enhancements. It was always a game back then, a test of wills. No man could deny a body and face like hers. As long as she remained beautiful, she was desired, and she loved it that way.

My beautiful girl, you'll always be mine. You're my favorite doll.

That's what they all said.

I've been beaten, broken, and tossed to the ground. They pulled me out from the inside out, and yet I live on. They've put me back together so many times I've lost count. And every time, I came running back with that same smile. I had you all. I had them young. I had them old. I had some that probably were old enough to be my daddy. Who could resist a face or body like this?
She buried her face into her knees, refusing to look any longer at the gross reflection of herself in the mirror. It was too much to face the revelation in front of her. All this time she tried to cover up what was beneath the surface, thinking if she changed it enough no one would notice. Paranoia swept through her as the taunting voices within haunted her.

Pretty girl, you had everyone's eyes on you. From the sway of your hips, to the pout in your lips, pretty girl, you got what you wanted.

I never wanted this.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Fine, then no one will play.

No one wants to play?

If you want them to come, you've got to play by their rules.

But I don't want to. Aren't I still pretty?

You're being silly. You are what you've always been.

What am I?

Nothing.

For the first time in a long time, Sakurako cried the true tears. All false pretenses were lost. Huddled in a ball in the middle of a big room, lay a little girl. She was a woman of 20, searching for the child she never was.

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Akira stretched his arm, reaching for the source of warmth he knew would be beside him. A scowl stretched across his face, at the touch of nothing but empty space. He opened his eyes, gulping down the lump in his throat, hoping she would be there, hoping that maybe last night wouldn't be the mistake she had played it off as. All hope died as soon as he saw expanse of empty space in front of him. His skin tingled under the light blast of air conditioning circulating around the room.

He licked his dry lips, faintly tasting the sweet taste of her still on his lips. Never were his dreams this vivid that he could taste and smell her all around him, choking and ridiculing him for ever believing he could have that which was untouchable.

She's too good for me.

And that was the exact reason he never really fervently pursued her. He chose instead a life of casual intimacy with random women. Psychologists would probably tell him he aimed for the ones that were forbidden just because they were. Just like she was forbidden. If he couldn't have her, then he would get all the others like some sick twisted game adding to the tally. Breaking the conventions of human relationships became his thrill. He was willing, and so were they.
Like the saying goes, Easy come, easy fuck.'

He shook his head, trying to fight over the haze his hangover was succumbing his body to. Although most of the intoxicating effects of his late night rendezvous had vanished early in the morning when he stumbled into her apartment, he vaguely remembered bits and pieces of what happened before he got there. It was ironic that his drunken stupor had lifted before he made an ass out of himself in front of Tsukushi. Why couldn't he have been an ass earlier during his date? Fate was cruel like that.

The idea of burrowing under the covers and going back to sleep was tempting, but the churning of his stomach told him a different story as to the plan of action. He choked down the acidic bile rising in his throat, creating a noxious taste of alcohol in his mouth. He needed something in his system to keep it down. Food would help, a bit. The only problem would be the person on the other side of that door making the food. It was a conflict of not wanting to face her, and the acknowledgement that sooner or later he would have to. Choosing the latter as a better course of action, he slipped out of the bed and walked towards the door.

I'm safe, right? She called a random act.

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Tsukasa stepped out of the shower feeling a little more refreshed than he was moments ago. He slipped into the living room, following the scent of breakfast on the stove. His stomach grumbled, pleading to be fed. As he plodded his way through towards the kitchen, he spotted the small plastic bag by the side of the couch. He suddenly remembered what it was when he peeked inside. In all the confusion yesterday, he had forgotten all about it. Grinning to himself, he slung the bag over his shoulder and marched into the kitchen.

She looked up as she turned the stove off. Picking up the hot pan and spatula, she dumped them into the sink to be washed later. Her hands made quick work of cleaning up the rest of the dirty cookware. On the kitchen table sat a large plate of pancakes varying in flavor from blueberry to chocolate chip. Fresh fruit compote was placed in different bowls beside the three bottles of various syrups. To top it all off, fresh coffee and orange juice was poured out at the four place settings.

Need some help? Tsukasa asked, seating himself down at the table.

Just like a man to show up when the woman is done cooking, she laughed, wiping her hands on the apron tied around her waist. She pulled out the chair across from him, and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. Wryly smiling, she stared ahead at him, locking eyes. Since we had lessons in laundry yesterday, how about I give you some cooking lessons? You know nothing is sexier than a man making a woman breakfast in the morning.

Ah! I think you will like my little present then. His voice dipped a few octaves lower as he suggestively leaned over the table, whispering those covert words to her. I know you have a thing for sweets.

she squealed, still playing along with their little role-playing game. She childishly held out her hands, waiting for the said item to be placed in them.

Nope. You've got to close your eyes first.

she pouted, closing her eyes.

Tsukasa slipped the box out of the bag he had found earlier and placed it on the table. Open them.

She slowly cracked open one eye to sneak a peek at her present before jumping out of her seat and pulling his face towards hers, planting a wet sloppy kiss on his cheek like a dog would to its master after a long bout of begging. The box was snatched off the table and hugged to her chest in an unwillingness to share. Oh baby, you bought me preserved and pre-packaged baked goods. How sweet!

Well, I like to keep my woman happy. He rubbed the back of his hand over the cheek that was still wet from the kiss. If Ring Dings make you react like that, I wonder what Ho-Ho's would do?

She winked over her shoulder as she got up in search of a plate. Ho-Ho's might end up getting you laid, mister. Devil Dogs are a guaranteed third base, though. Ah, here it is. She plucked the large plate out of the cupboard and put it in the center of the table. One by one the small pastries were placed on the dish creating a small pyramid, a nice little decorative centerpiece.

Did I hear something about Ho-Ho's? a masculine voice inquired from the doorway.

We were just discussing the erotic effects of baked goods on me, Tsukushi shrugged, trying to maintain a straight face in front of Akira.

Tsukasa turned around, but quickly jerked his head back and his mouth remained slightly open. Suddenly, the pattern of the tablecloth was oddly fascinating. When did you come over? I didn't even hear the door ring.

I slipped in a few minutes ago.

How'd you get in without anyone noticing?

Tsukushi interjected, filling in the explanation, not wanting to drag out any more details about how Akira mysteriously appeared in the apartment. I gave him a spare key last time he unexpectedly dropped by. I was worried one day he would stand outside so long the neighbors would call the cops to get him for indecent exposure.

Tsukasa nodded his head in acceptance to the explanation. I don't get it how this kind of thing happens to you so often, man.

Akira sauntered over to the sink where Tsukushi was adjusting the controls of the coffee maker. He nonchalantly leaned in front of her, reaching for his coffee mug to the right of her. Seeing no response from her, he bumped the side of his hip against hers, trying to knock her off balance.

Random act, he whispered. His eyes searched for some reaction in her to know where they stood at the moment.

She offered a small smile, and leaned her head against his shoulder, whispering, Random act.

Do I smell pancakes? a fourth voice piped. I'm starving. Sakurako slipped into the closest seat and began piling her plate up. Hey, you've got Ring Dings!

You okay? Tsukasa timidly asked. He turned to the woman next to him, pretending like nothing was wrong in the world. All was forgotten.

She placed her tiny hand over his on the table, and squeezed it. Yes, thank you.

What would be wrong with Sakurako? Akira spun around, sipping on his coffee, but rudely spat it all out like a fountain. Coffee splattered all over the diners at the table.

Gross, Akira! Sakurako wailed, wiping her face with a napkin. What the fuck is wrong with you?

He shoved the coffee into Tsukushi's hands and stomped over to the table. His palm cupped her chin, raising her head to tilt at an angle providing better lighting. Even underneath the carefully applied makeup and concealer, he could see the traces of the bruises. Her eye was still bloodshot from the direct hit. What happened?! he demanded, dropping his carefree persona. In its place, he chose to go into a violent tirade. Who the fuck did this to you?!

It's nothing, she explained, shying away from his rough touch. It was just a bad date. You know, it's the same old story. Boy asks out girl. Girl accepts date. Boy picks up girl, takes her to a movie, and then some dinner. Girl wants to go home. Boy wants to get fucked. Girl says no. Boy shows her how badly he wants to be fucked whether she likes it or not. Girl gets beaten, but manages to escape from boy. Then, girl gets picked up by friend and taken home to lick her wounds. She nodded her head, emphasizing the accurate retelling of the events. Well, at least I got some good pie on the date. I seriously have to go back to that diner for some more. I swear, I was this close to having an orgasm from that pie alone, she halfheartedly laughed.

He crinkled an eyebrow. Some asshole beats the shit out of you and all you can think about is pie?! What the fuck is wrong with you? He grabbed her wrist to try to pull her from her seat. You and I are going to pay this guy a visit, so I can kill him for doing this to you. We are leaving right now!

Tsukushi gently scolded Akira, prying his hands from Sakurako's wrist. It's already been taken care of. That guy will think twice about messing with Sakurako again. I had a late night visit with him. She opened up a drawer and pulled out an envelope full of pictures. The photos scattered across the table, revealing various forms of the poor man's punishment.

Oh my god! Sakurako's eyes bulged at the sight of the photos. How did you? The car? He's naked!

What is all this? Akira asked, inspecting her handiwork.

For some reason, I think it's better that I don't ask, Tsukasa remarked, holding up a photo of the man tied up on the bed as naked as the day he came into the world. One handcuffed hand was armed with a banana.

It was a three-person covert mission. I got Yuuki and Thomas to help out last night. Thomas took care of disabling the car alarm and the security cameras. Yuuki used her feminine wiles to get into the apartment. Thomas took care of the little costume change. I took care of the car, but I do have to give most of the credit to Susumu's old baseball bat. That thing is really heavy. My arms are killing me.

Everyone's faces deadpanned.



I think I need a nice long soak in the hot tub this afternoon. She rolled her head to the sides, trying to crack the kinks in her neck and shoulders. Pushing the more than slightly pornographic photographs aside, she gathered them up and placed them back into the envelope. Here you go. A little souvenir from me to you. She chucked the envelope over to Sakurako, and began to pick through the stack of pancakes on her plate, ignoring the odd looks she was getting. Are you all going to eat or what?



Sakurako tucked the envelope beneath her seat and leaned over, giving a quick kiss on the cheek to Tsukushi. You're the best.

Damn. Remind me never to get on your bad side. Akira seated himself and immediately began devouring his pancakes, oblivious to the looks he was getting.

Sometimes I think it's really unfair that a guy like you stays so lean, considering how you eat sometimes.

I know. Look at this! Not one ounce of fat. Tsukushi prodded the upper torso of the man beside her.

Shut up, and pass me a Ring Ding already, woman, he proudly declared, making a grab for more syrup for his pancake stack.

Tsukasa shook his head, knowing that he was an outsider in a losing battle to understand their minds' workings. He released a heavy sigh, and picked at his breakfast.

If you can't beat them, you might as well join them.

He must burn a lot of calories when he makes those mad dashes out of those women's bedroom windows.

Three forks fell onto their plates with a clatter. Akira, Tsukushi, and Sakurako raised their heads with smug grins on their faces. After all their hard work, they had finally managed to break through to him. They beamed like proud parents, listening to their protégé join in their asinine banter.

Welcome to our world.

You pose a good point. Tsukushi tapped a finely manicured finger against her lips, thinking about the proposed idea. Maybe I should take up early morning jogs through the city.

Nah. I'm not much of a morning person to begin with. I have been thinking about joining a gym. I hear you can meet some pretty nice guys there. Sakurako picked up one of the chocolate pastries and took a large bite out of it. Closing her eyes to savor the sweet, rich flavor, she let out a slight moan. Good Ring Ding.

Tsukushi finished the last of her own Ring Ding and daintily wiped her mouth clean of any traces of chocolate on her lips. I've been wondering about something, Akira?



You do realize that you could have taken some of the clothes you picked out from Susumu's closet yesterday to wear today, right?

And your point would be?

Why do you feel the need to grace my kitchen table in your barrenness? I mean, look at what you have done in your own depravity. Tsukasa can eat his own breakfast without having to gag at the sight you hanging out. I mean, it's okay for Sakurako, and I have seen more of you than we have ever wanted to.

I like the freedom, he resolutely concluded without a second thought. You should try it, it's quite liberating.

He is kind of right,' Sakurako pointed out. I've tried it a few times. There's just a certain comfort level you can't get with clothes on.

You two walk around your place naked?!

Oh no! I didn't mean it like that. I maintain some modesty. I keep the undergarments on. She reached for the buttons on the oversized pajama shirt she wore and pulled it over her head, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. You can't say anything against his beliefs unless you try them.

I guess you're right. I shouldn't be so prejudiced against the idea. Tsukushi soon followed suit and pulled her t-shirt up over her head, exposing her breasts clad in a simple blue brassiere.

Ooh, I like your bra. Where did you get it? Sakurako gushed, taking a closer look at the intimate apparel.

Victoria's Secret Summer collection, page 59. I also have the matching panties. Yours?

Page 45.

Nice. Hmm. . . It is rather nice eating breakfast slightly exposed. The kitchen was always rather stuffy. What do you think Tsukasa? She tilted her head to the side, requesting his opinion.

Tsukasa swallowed the last of his coffee, and peered over his cup at three expectant faces. he grumbled. He abruptly stood up from his seat and peeled off his pants and t-shirt. Sitting back down he wriggled a bit in his chair, getting the full feel of the environment around him. Not bad.

Their discussion was soon interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Two sets of footsteps could be heard from outside the kitchen. Moments later, Kaya bounded into the kitchen and ran into Tsukushi's lap.

Mama! I'm home! She wrapped her arms around her mother's neck for dear life.

Tsukushi returned the embrace and reached for the string necklace around Kaya's neck. The string was removed from her neck with the single house key to the apartment dangling from it. I didn't expect you to be back so early. Did you have fun last night?

Uh huh, she emphatically nodded. Papa and I watched movies until real late, and we had pizza and ice cream, too. He was going to make breakfast for us, but I saw some funny smoke coming out of the kitchen this morning. She pulled her mother's head down so she could speak in a hushed tone, Papa used a lot of bad words this morning.

Hey! I did not use a lot of bad words! Rui retorted, trying to defend his actions. I just had a little argument with the smoke alarm this morning.

I can already see it, Tsukushi moaned. I still remember the great omelet fiasco. I was finding bits of egg everywhere for weeks.

Rui stood in the doorway, remaining impassive to the sight before him. His eyes roamed around the table seeing the four underdressed people seated around it.

Papa sucks at cooking. I like eating mama's food much better. Kaya tucked her arms over her chest, nodding her head matter-of-factly.

"Hey, I do not suck, Rui grumbled. He grabbed a plate and began to put together a small platter with a little bit of everything. Here, take this to the living room to eat. Leave us grown-ups to talk.

She took the offered plate, and marched out of the kitchen. A few minutes later, the echo of the TV being turned on could be heard.

She's right about your cooking sucking.

I concur. Sakurako clinked her fork against Tsukushi's upraised one in agreement. I don't think I've ever eaten shit that bad.

Hey, I try. He sauntered towards the table taking the last available seat. As he began to fill his empty plate, he glanced at his companions through the side of his eyes. The fork and knife clutched in his hands slammed down onto the table creating a large clamor. Something is very wrong with this picture!

What?'

Why are we having pancakes when it isn't Pancake Tuesday? By having it on Wednesday, you've defeated the whole purpose.

Stop being such an uptight pain in the ass and eat your food, Tsukushi yelled with equal ferocity. You instigator.

He moved to pick his fork up once again, but hesitated, putting it back down. His hands reached for the bottom of his polo shirt, and in one swift movement he tossed the shirt to the side with the rest of the discarded clothing on the floor. His pants slid down to his ankles and were kicked to the side. He sat back down, wearing his swim trunks and enjoying the new state of undress. Can someone pass me a Ring Ding?

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Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, as her mind roused itself from the deep recesses of sleep into the reality of the outside world. Clutching her head, she tried to squeeze the headache out of it. Her mind swam with that heady feeling from the precious few hours of sleep found and the stench of beer still on her skin. The smell was making her nauseous, a mixture of sweat, perfume, and cheap beer. Well, maybe not so cheap beer. Thomas really did go all out, using the imported kind and not domestic.

Oh god, she groaned, rolling over and in that very graceful movement fell onto the floor out of the bed. Head spinning. Whoa! Remember to get up slowly next time. Her body wobbled as she grabbed the mattress as a support to lift herself off the ground.

Shower.

Yes, a shower would be first on the list of things to get done.

She looked down, taking in her disheveled appearance. Some time in the night she must have unfastened the garters with the straps left hanging loosely down her thighs.

Hmm. . . I wonder if this is what Sakurako woke up to every morning after a long night of work. I really am surrounded by too much depravity.

Laughing to herself, she threw the bedroom door open to head towards the bathroom. Along the way down the hall, she picked up the articles she had dropped in the trek from the front door to the bed. She sighed, piling her arms full of discarded clothes and other miscellaneous junk that had seemed to accumulate in the last few days. The plan to seduce Soujiro seemed to be wreaking havoc in her priorities, throwing cleanliness down a notch.

So, it had only been a few days into her plan. She didn't really expect any miracles to happen, but he could have at least played along with her, perhaps humor her. Nope. That wasn't Soujiro's style. He smiled, patted her on the head, and gave her a small smack on the butt to be on her merry way. Little did he know how much she enjoyed the harmless slap on the behind. Perhaps in a different setting involving handcuffs, and lots of leather and some role playing would have been more appropriate.

Sounds kind of painful. Naw, I bruise easily.

Geez, I need to take a good mop and broom to this mess.

Maybe some Lsyol would help too, a voice echoed from the couch.

Jiro? What are you doing here? And why are you sleeping on my couch? She furrowed her eyebrows as the large pile in her hands fell unceremoniously into a heap on the floor by her foot. She plopped onto the arm of the couch, peering down at his body sprawled on the length of the couch.

You don't remember me dropping by last night?

She scratched her head and lifted her arms up in the air, stretching out the kinks in her body. Not really. I'm a little hazy about what happened after Thomas dropped me off last night.

Soujiro jerked upright, and placed the picture of Thomas over the mystery figure with Yuuki on the porch last night.

Something in his head screamed that it just wasn't right. His eyes roamed over her scantily clad body, and he bit on the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from taking her then and there. After all, he was still a man. He internally struggled with the thoughts of what he wanted to do with the woman in front of him, fighting to resist the temptation. The way she oh so innocently folded her legs, exposing more of her leg with the rise of her panties. Then there was the way that corset hugged her every curve while exaggerating what was already abundant without it on top.

Think unsexy thoughts, man. You can do this. Cold, cold shower. Yuuki is your sister. Your very incredibly hot sister who has no blood relation to you. Ah! Get it together, Jiro. Think Akira, Akira naked, sitting in front of me. Akira naked, sitting on the couch, and trying to get me to go play naked volleyball at the beach.

Wait, didn't that happen last summer?

A hand waved in front of his face. Distorting the disturbing image from his mind.

Yuuki softly smiled. You seem to have drifted off awhile ago. Did you hear anything I just said?

Sorry, no, he blushed.

Well, forget about it. You'll probably hear my old war story when we go over to Tsukushi's place later. So, you still didn't answer my question about why you're here so early in the morning.

"Oh, yeah. I came over last night because I noticed you had your lights on. I came over to check on you and see if everything was alright.

Why were you up so late? she smirked. I came in pretty late last night.

I had a date last night. Oh geez! I told her I would be right back! He rolled off the couch and scrambled onto his feet. Peeking through the window, he realized with a bit of disappointment that her car was gone. How long ago she had left was undeterminable. Well, I don't think I should be waiting for her to call me again.

Light laughter drifted to his ears from behind. It started as a small giggle and slowly morphed into full out laughter, the kind you would have to hold your stomach to help ease the pain from laughing so hard.

I can't believe you forgot about her, Yuuki wheezed.

Tossing a pillow at her head, he frowned. Shut up!"

Smooth move, Don Juan.

I was a little preoccupied with checking up on you. The things I do for you. See if I come over the next time you hear some weird sound in the middle of the night. Fingers ran through his messy hair in frustration and anger. Well, at least I scored before she left. It doesn't really matter now that I think about it. She was probably about a 6. I'll have better luck tonight when I meet up with Erin. Now that girl is a 10.

Her laughter died out when the conversation wandered to his sexual escapades and further endeavors. It hurt a little the way he seemed to forget the fact that she was a girl when speaking of women in such a demeaning manner. All in all, it hurt the most that he said it all so glibly, appearing oblivious to her own attachment to him.

Wow. She can do some things with her tongue that seem impossible. She ranks in the category of girls who can give he. . .

I'm going to take a shower, she cut him off before he went into further detail of the tongue of a thousand tricks.

he mumbled, moving into the kitchen to scrounge around for some breakfast. He stuck his head into the cupboards in search for some cereal.

She studied him, shirtless and ready for the taking. Now was a perfect opportunity. She brushed out any tangles in her hair with her fingers and put on her best predatory smile. With quick, swift steps she walked up from behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around holding a box of Wheaties in his hand.

Can you do me a favor?

he obligingly answered without a second thought to what this favor might be.

Can you help me unbuckle this? I can't reach all of the clasps in the back. Making sure to stand a little too close to him, so that she would brush up against his chest with her own, she turned around displaying the long line of clasps running down her back from the corset.

Uh huh. He closed his eyes, trying to refocus his mind on naked Akira before he touched her. She was really pushing him to his limits.

Slowly, he dragged his finger from her shoulder to her neck, tracing the columns of her spine down to the constricting device. One by one the clasps popped open teasingly, revealing more and more of the milky skin of her back to him. It was agonizing and a crime, in a way, to have to put any man through this tortuous task. When he finally reached the last one, the mix of black silk, wire, and ribbon fell to the ground with a soft swoosh. To spare her some modesty, Soujiro looked up at the ceiling, trying to focus on the brown spot that had probably come from a leak in the roof.

I should look into fixing that leak up there. The ceiling could use a nice new coat of paint.

Yuuki's grin only grew wider by the way his fingers seemed to tremble as he reached the last few clasps.

He thinks that by not looking he'll be safe. Who needs to look when you can touch?

She spun around to face him yet again and leaned in closer to him, closing the gap between them. Her stomach bumped against his hip sending him backwards, pressed up against the counter. Her bare breast pressed against his chest allowing her silken skin to rub against him. She extended one arm upwards towards the shelf above him. His eyes closed at that movement making her grin all the more at seeing the breaking of his defenses. she mumbled against his ear, where her lips barely breathed against it as she stood on tiptoe, reaching upwards. Can you do one more thing for me?

His voice rose a few octaves higher than normal at their close proximity.

Can you make me some Frosted Flakes? She shook the box, creating a light rattle of cereal being tossed about the box. Stepping aside, she pushed it into his hands and skipped away.

Soujiro let out the breath he had been holding so long. He cursed himself for letting himself feel the way he did, and for looking like an even bigger idiot for expecting her to want more than cereal. His grip on the box of cereal tightened, denting the cardboard. His eyes opened a little too early, sending a shock to his system upon seeing Yuuki's bare back walking away from him. From the angle he stood, he could catch the brief glimpse of her two orbs sway a bit with each slight movement of her body.

He only moved to start on breakfast when the door closed behind her and the sound of water splashing echoed out from the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he once again pictured naked Akira.

It's not working much anymore. Either I've become desensitized to naked Akira or I might be gay.

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Shizuka turned the key into the lock, letting herself back into the apartment. Seeing that no one was home at the moment, she flung her bag onto the floor and closed the door behind her. Toys were strewn everywhere. Only for Kaya would Rui allow his clutterless, pristine domicile be upturned into utter chaos.

He has a heart attack every time I accidentally spill something on his hardwood floors.

She turned to get a bottle of water from the fridge, but something sticky caught on her bare feet.

What the fuck?! She picked up her foot and peeled off what appeared to be the remains of a smashed egg. The blinds of the windows were drawn, shadowing the loft in barely visible darkness. Her hands searched the wall for a light switch, and when it did the trick, lighting slowly flickered on.

She wished she hadn't come home. Maybe it wasn't too late to go back to the hotel she had stayed at the night before. Grabbing a paper towel and wiping the gunk off her foot, she spun around and went for her previously disposed shoes. As she grabbed her keys from the counter, she headed back towards the front door. A note was taped onto it.

Meeting at Tsukushi's at noon by the pool. Everyone's gonna be there. Come if you can.

-Rui

P.S. Don't worry. I'll clean up the mess later since I know you won't. : P

The note was snatched off the door and tucked away into her pocket. Turning off the lights, she walked out and locked up behind her. It was already 11 according to her watch, so she hurried into the elevator.

In the long ride down, she wondered to herself how long it would be until those toys on the floor would be a permanent setting for their loft. She could hardly wait until they were married, and settled into their new life. She wouldn't have to go away spending the nights at a hotel whenever Kaya visited. Maybe the little girl would be more accepting of the situation once she found herself with a new baby brother or sister. Her hand reached down to pat her own flat belly.

Susumu wanted children. He always said that if possible we would have a dozen. It was a silly dream, I guess. But he would have made a wonderful father.

She twisted the band around her finger, reminding herself of who she was with now. Even after all this time, Susumu would find little ways to creep into her thoughts. It would be little things like when she would be on stage singing her heart out and there would be that one guy in the corner with his arms folded, smiling like he owned the world, much like her dead fiancée.

I would have liked to know what it felt like to be a mother.

She violently shook her head to quell those thoughts. Her priorities were always clashing. On one hand, she wanted nothing more than to give Rui the family he so desperately wanted. In a way, she wanted the same thing. At the same time, she was still young in the public eye. Although she was in her mid twenties and fast approaching thirty, she held onto the faint hope that she could make it big. All those years of modeling when she was a teen were enough motivation to show her she could make it out there. She would do anything and everything to get what she most wanted, to be loved and adored by fans.

Her worst mistake had probably been to pass up those chances back then. She had stayed by his side, hoping that all the promises he made to her of wealth and leisure would come true. She would be a rich man's wife, singing to her heart's content at one of his upscale clubs downtown. Last Resort was meant to be only a starting point to a series of chains. Everything. She could have had everything, taking care of the kids during the day, singing at night, and back home with enough time to tuck them in. Time flew by and nothing changed. They were still where they were from day one. She had the ring, but no real proof to his word.

Rui was a different story. He made no false promises. All he could offer was his utter devotion to her and her dream. He pushed her to see that if she wanted it enough, she would have to find it herself without Susumu.

It was her worst fear that in her pursuit, Rui wouldn't wait around forever. The last thing she needed was to reach that point where she had to choose. Who would be most important?

She knew the answer.

Rui.

Then there was the little problem of Tsukushi.

What a mess they had gotten themselves into. Sometimes she wondered if she had some discriminatory views on people her own age. Susumu was a few years her elder by not much and Rui was a few years her junior. Not only did she have to take away her older brother, but the boyfriend to boot. Throw in a kid in the mix, and we have a merry angst, betrayal, and sinfully delicious cocktail. She was turning into a regular Mrs. Robinson.

I never really understood what it was I exactly needed. In the beginning, it was about me needing him. Later, I fell for someone else because he needed me. I was playing with fire, and got burned in the end. I lost Tsukushi, Susumu, and a bit of myself.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

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Traipsing around the living room in a skimpy silk robe that barely covered her posterior, she lightly padded about, tossing a magazine that had been carelessly left on the couch onto the coffee table. In her own act of clumsiness, the magazine fell to the ground, forcing her to bend over to pick up the aforementioned periodical. A brief smirk crossed her lips as she turned her back to him and bent down, allowing her attire to ride up, revealing the obvious black thong that glared at him. She held in the surge of laughter welling up inside at the sound of his breath sucking in.

No, he couldn't think that way. It was Yuuki. However, his train of thought was suddenly sidetracked. He sucked in a deep breath. The things the sight of her body was doing to his mind and body had to be a crime.

Skin.

Thong.

Damn!

What time is it? Should we be leaving for Tsukushi's soon?

he incoherently drawled out. Soujiro mentally slapped himself when she turned around to see him with a mouth wide open, still trying to process the image of her derriere in his mind.

she innocently smiled. her hand moved in signs, trying to convey the message her words did not seemed to be making. The placid look on her face revealed not one hint to the satisfaction of her small victory.

he grumbled. Maybe you should get changed. I wanted to get in a few laps before we got down to business.

Her leg swung around in an about face, but at the same time it knocked the magazine she had earlier placed there onto the ground once again. She bent down still facing him, allowing the robe to slip off one of her shoulders and giving him a brief glimpse of smooth white skin. Slowly, the silken material creased further and further down

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Fuck.

I'm so out of it today. I keep knocking things over, she sighed in exasperation. Give me two minutes and I'll be ready to go. Acting as if her actions were completely harmless, she spun around and skipped into her bedroom.

Yuki-2. Soujiro-0.

A devilish plan formulated in her once innocent and naïve mind. If he thought I was getting hot in there, things were just about to heat up another notch. Leaving the door completely ajar, she walked around the corner of the doorway and tossed the robe onto the bed with a soft thump.

Soujiro's gaze, which had become affixed to his shoes, slowly rose up against his better judgment. He could feel that lump rising in his throat. Yuuki was really playing it hard. Although his face remained impassive and oblivious, he almost groaned at the thought of her realizing just how hard it was at the moment. His lecherous thoughts fought to override his sense of decency, egging him on to throw her onto that bed, trapping her under his will.

God, I wonder what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around me. They're probably tight like a vice. I'll have that bitch screaming until she's breathless falling into her own ecstasy while I pound mercilessly into her. Good girls are always the most fun. They know more than they show.

What do you think? she asked as she jumped out of the doorway posing in a yellow floral bikini. Two strings hung at the sides of her hips dangling off the low-rise bikini bottom. The top was a simple triangular cut bra with a small hook in the back.

His fingers twitched, wanting to pull the strings, letting that small scrap of fabric called a bikini bottom fall on the ground. They would then move to attack her top, gently sliding up her back along her spine, making her skin tremble in delight, only to unclasp the barrier encasing her breasts. She would be naked. She would be his.

Mine.

Hello?! Are you in there? Yuuki asked in a fake exasperated tone. So what do you think?

It's different, he lowly muttered before turning around and walking out the door. I'll wait for you in the car.

She quickly turned on her heel and marched back into the bedroom, tossing a t-shirt over her head and slipping on a pair of shorts.

God, he's a tough one to break.

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Mama! Watch this! Kaya screeched as she hurled herself into the pool, splashing water all over the women laying under the umbrella by the side of the pool.

Tsukushi only nodded her head, half listening to whatever it was that Yuuki was saying while watching Kaya slosh in the pool. I'm watching!

It was one of those rare moments where the group probably resembled something out of a magazine ad for beer or cigarettes. There was the centered group of young, nubile women clad in skimpy bikinis lounging by the side of the pool. Then there were the three rather handsome, virile men splashing about in the pool, racing laps. The fourth man sat on the side refereeing the race, with his legs dangling into the water. Music was blaring in the background, the faint scent of sunscreen and chlorine wafted in the air, and a melting cooler filled to the brim with beer, water, and any other kind of liquid to be found in the apartment. Yeah, it was a Kodak moment. All they were missing was that Surgeon General's warning on the bottom of the picture. Then again, there were some things amiss. For instance there was that little girl wearing a yellow polka dot bikini running in and out of the pool doing cannonballs. Plus, an elderly woman sat in a lawn chair to the side, fanning herself with a straw fan with one hand and holding a glass of lemonade in the other. Those definitely were a distortion to the perfect picture of youth and frivolity.

I can't believe him, Yuuki hissed in a low voice while rubbing the goopy white lotion onto her arms. God, he doesn't even seem to notice anything different with me. He must be fucking blind or something. Either that or I am really that freakishly unattractive.

We could go back to the gay theory, Sakurako giggled, pulling down her sunglasses to peek over its rims. Even after the ordeal she went through yesterday, she was still a trooper. Her body lay stretched out on the length of the lawn chair, basking under the sun, trying to catch that elusive perfect tan. In haughty confidence, she flipped back her auburn locks, laughing at her friend's plight.

He doesn't seem gay to me, Tsukushi added. Although the fact that he seems to lose all feeling in his dick when he's around you could prove otherwise. Face it, Yuuki. You might be turning him to the other side.

Thanks a lot. She grabbed a towel and snapped it against Tsukushi's leg like a cracking whip.

she squealed as she threw some ice from the cooler at her.

Ladies! If you are going to have a little cat fight like that, at least have the decency to move a little closer to the pool so we can all watch.

Fistfuls of ice went flying through the air at the mischievous blonde who was in the process of taking off his shirt.

When did you three get here?

About ten minutes ago. The other guys are already in the pool. They didn't waste much time to cool off, considering the AC in my car broke again.

She peered over Thomas' shoulder, giving a quick wave to Junpei, Tsuyoshi, and Kin wading in the water. Did you do what I asked you to do?

Yep. He should have seen the six foot blow up by now super glued to the hood of his car or what's left of it. He turned towards Sakurako, who seemed to have drifted off into her own thoughts. How are you doing? He blurted out the words like it was his first time talking to a woman.

she curtly replied, averting her gaze back towards the pool. She kept her line of vision away from him, but spared the tiniest of smiles. Thanks for what you did.

It was nothing.

Yuuki watched the exchange between Sakurako and Thomas in fascination. It just wasn't fair sometimes. Thomas was a perfectly good man, and Sakurako had to pass him off as just another one of her admirers. What she would have given to have Soujiro show that much interest in her. Her doubts plagued her, making her wonder more if there was something seriously wrong with her.

Thomas turned, feeling someone's eyes on the back of his head. A faint pink tinged his cheeks upon seeing Yuuki in her swimwear. He offered a weak wave before walking away to dive into the pool.

Tsukushi smiled to herself as if she were the puppet master stringing these players along. It slightly perturbed her of Thomas' growing attachment to Yuuki. That was somewhat unexpected. It wouldn't hurt either way if things didn't pan out. It was a win-win situation considering the volatile players involved.

Why don't we start the meeting?

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They all gathered around the large plastic table, fighting over the food laid out for lunch. As always, Sakurako had gotten her way, filling up her plate to maximum capacity. Nothing in this world could curb her appetite.

Okay, first things first. As we can all see, Sakurako had a little run-in yesterday, and it will not require any further investigation. Thomas, Yuuki, and I have taken care of it. I hope you are listening to me, Jiro. She shot a knowing look in his direction, two steps ahead of whatever it was he was thinking in terms of reparations for Sakurako.

Oh yeah, that reminds me. Thomas pulled out a large rolled up piece of paper, revealing a blow up of the three of them posing in front of the vandalized car. He and Yuuki had already taken it upon themselves to sign the enlarged evidence of their random act of violence. He wiped away a fake tear. We got you a little something considering it was you and Yuuki's first time. Susumu would be proud to see his baby sister partaking in her first act of ruthless vandalism.

Loud applause followed the small congratulatory ceremony. At the same time, Rui clapped his hands over Kaya's innocent eyes before she could get a glimpse of the gift.

Maybe you and Tama should go eat inside, baby. She never really liked being out in the sun too long. Mama needs to work right now, Tsukushi cautioned her daughter. She lightly slapped her behind, sending Kaya into a giggling run towards her babysitter. Thanks for the gift, but back to business. Since this unfortunate incident occurred, that leaves us with one less performer. You're off for the rest of the week to heal up, Sakurako.

I don't want it, she adamantly protested. If I can't sing, I'll tend bar. I don't need any special treatment.

Tsukushi nodded her head, knowing there would be no room for argument on it once Sakurako had said whatever was on her mind. Fine. Then I guess we'll have to settle for two nights of house music. Yuuki and Shizuka will have the two other nights to perform. Any preferences?

I want Friday night, a voice from behind requested.

Speak of the devil. You've got Friday then. Yuuki will take Saturday. Tomorrow and Sunday will be house music. She peered down at her clipboard, checking off another task completed, ignoring the new presence.

He lifted his head from the little huddle he was immersed in at the moment. He stifled his snickers from what probably was a dirty joke he was telling Junpei. What did I do now?

Did you make an appointment to have an electrician come over? I don't like the idea of those power surges we've been having lately.

Taken care of. He said he would be by Monday.

Junpei, I need you to hire some extra security. With the weather this way, people tend to get a little more wild than usual. The last thing I need is a huge clean up bill to pay for some drunken idiots tearing up the place.

It'll take me a few days to get some guys together. I'll check around. Usual one and a half pay for the extra shifts, right?

Yeah. I think that about covers it all for today. We have a shipment coming in at four tomorrow afternoon, and I expect everyone there to help out in clean up since we left the place in a pretty shabby condition on Sunday. Anything else?

Oh yeah! Some of my contacts have been asking about any private parties we may do. They're willing to pay triple if we host some parties. Thomas grinned from ear to ear at the prospect of such a huge windfall. I could always use the extra cash for some new sound equipment.

I don't know. We only did those parties last year to make up for our losses. I didn't exactly love being at the edge of my seat the entire time overseeing things. Tell them I'll think about it. We'll discuss this later, Akira.

You got it.

Well, then I guess, that's everything. Meeting's adjourned.

Akira sighed. How about a game of volleyball? Who's in?

Six hands shot up in the air followed by war cries foretelling utter annihilation of the opposing team. Sakurako and Yuuki shared a look that said boys will be boys' choosing to resume their sunbathing. Shizuka merely picked up her purse, kissed Rui a quick goodbye, and disappeared through the exit, making some excuse about an audition. Tsukushi tossed the last of her sandwich into the trash in a perfect shot.

Nice shot.

Nothing but net, she laughed back at Tsukasa who was busy finishing off the last of his can of soda. Care to join me by the pool?

Why not? he shrugged.

She cleared away the last of the debris on the table, and grabbed a bottle of water, setting herself by the edge of the pool. Her legs dangled in the water, tracing an erratic pattern sending ripples in the calm water. So today marks our last day together. Brown eyes stared down at the crystal blue water.
Tsukasa plopped himself down beside her, enjoying the cool rush of water to his legs. It was an enlightening experience,' he chuckled, nudging her shoulder.

Her cheeks tinged pink, thinking back to the little revelation of her extremely violent and vindictive behavior. Yes, it was. You know, you're a pretty cool guy yourself. Give it a few more weeks and you'll be one of us. I don't know whether that's a good or bad thing, though.

It depends.

I can see what you mean. She covered her mouth, trying to hide the snort that fought to explode upon seeing Thomas pull Soujiro's pants down over a foul. I never did get to take you out for that dinner. How about we go tonight? I know the perfect place to seal the deal of our new friendship. She winked. It's a very posh place, so wear something nice like that Armani suit, okay?



Good, then it's a date.

Yeah, a date.

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See you tomorrow!

Bye, guys! Tsukushi waved at the departing mass. It was fast approaching late afternoon, and after a long day in the sun, a few minor sunburns, and mass consumptions of alcohol, everyone was ready to call it a day. She glanced up as she folded up the lawn chairs, looking at the isolated couples. Sakurako and Tsukasa wandered off to the edge of the roof. She tilted her head backwards, laughing at something she found particularly funny. Akira and Soujiro lay almost lifeless on their backs, floating in the water. Thomas and Yuuki busied themselves packing up the leftovers into the cooler.

Those two might have a shot after all.

Can you help me with this?

Thomas halfheartedly replied with his eyes still lingering on Sakurako.

Yuuki sighed to herself yet again, feeling that pang of jealousy in her heart towards Sakurako. She was blind to what was right in front of her. You really like her a lot, don't you?

I don't know what you're talking about."

She's an idiot. What I wouldn't do to have Jiro look at me the way you look at her.

His eyes raised to meet hers, seeing that reflection of confusion and frustration he knew all too well every time Sakurako passed up his advances as merely a joke. Inside he fumed at the attention Tsukasa was receiving from Sakurako. She showed more interest towards a stranger than someone who was a long time friend. He knew it would be a risky game to play, a game of seduction, joining forces for a so-called greater good. In matters of the heart, anything and everything could be done to win your heart's desire. Would you do anything?' he asked. His bangs fell over his eyes, blocking out any view of his downturned face.

Almost anything. I don't think I would go as far as to kill someone, she lightly joked. I've tried this new look. She waved her hands over her body, displaying her current change in taste of dress and appearance. All I got from him was a simple pat on the head followed by, You look nice.' I'm sick of him treating me like I'm a kid sister or something. For once, I want him to see me as a woman.

What if I could help you?

I think I need a miracle, and I don't believe that you are God to grant me that, she snorted.

He slammed his fists down on the table. Lowering his voice, he whispered, We can make miracles happen. I didn't really know how to bring this up, but what if we formed an alliance?

An alliance? I think I should sit down before we get to this little proposition you have for me. She pulled out one of the chairs around the table and steadied herself for what she was about to hear.

Thomas took this as his cue to take the seat opposite her and prepare for his sales pitch of the idea. We're both in the same boat here. You want Soujiro. I want Sakurako. Both of them are in complete denial to ever reciprocate what we want from them. However, if I know Soujiro, he's a little too overprotective when it comes to the guys you date.

she nodded in agreement. Sakurako has never taken a liking to any of your girlfriends either.

Uh huh. We've seen that tiny glimmer of jealousy in them. What if we were to take that same scenario and multiply it tenfold? We've dated strangers, people that they knew would come and go. Those people were never real threats. They've scared them off with that little inner circle snub, but what if they couldn't do that?

You lost me a little there. We've always done that, pushing outsiders away when they get a little too close. I mean, I've dated a few guys, but none that serious. What are you saying?

I'm saying we should hook up. I mean, after last night's performance we've proven how good a team we can make. Hell, for a minute last night I thought you were my angry girlfriend screaming at me. Also, we have the insider info on the person we want. You can show Sakurako what she's missing, and I can show Soujiro what he's missing. We both win. Plus, we're friends and we both know where we stand with each other. This has to work.

I don't know, she mumbled under her breath. Yuuki shook her head at the absurdity of the idea. It was rather juvenile to begin with, and transparent if suddenly they got together rubbing the relationship in their faces. It sounds a bit desperate.

Aren't you as desperate as I am?

I don't know. She turned her head to the side, watching Soujiro pull his t-shirt over his head after toweling off from the pool. Rivulets of chlorinated water dripped from his ebony locks glistening in the sun.

How about we test this out? If this doesn't raise some eyebrows then, we can just say it was a failed plan. How about we have a little practice date tomorrow after work? We can go out to this all night diner I know and catch some breakfast, and discuss how this would work. He reached over and placed his larger hand over hers. Hey, if you're not comfortable with this after tomorrow then at least you can have me treat you to some of the best pancakes in the city. His face lit up in a wide smile, trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation.



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I just wanted to thank you again for yesterday and all, Sakurako muttered, staring out into the skyline. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't pick me up.

It was no big deal. Tsukasa weakly smiled. His mind was still left uneasy at the atrocity that had occurred. Just when he thought that there was hope for the world after helping someone, another person in the world had to suffer to counteract the good done. Perhaps it was just the universe's way of balancing out good and evil. Maybe next time, you should take a cab home after your dates.

she chuckled. I think the lesson to be learned from this is that I'm just not the kind of girl guys want to date. I'm the girl they want to fuck, but dating is a whole other story.

Don't say that. I'm sure there are plenty of guys who like you for other reasons.

She laughed at his naïveté. You wanna hear something funny? I've never had a real boyfriend before. I think yesterday was my first real date that I knew wouldn't end up in meaningless sex. It was a real date for once. Her hand shot up towards her face, adjusting her sunglasses. I'm not cut out for normal. Sometimes I wish I could have what most girls have had.

What's that?

A first kiss that actually meant something. That feeling of butterflies in your stomach, waiting for your date to show up at the door with flowers in hand to take you out for a nice evening ending with a chaste kiss on the cheek on your doorstep. Being able to celebrate an anniversary of being together. I want that. I really do. It's just not fair how I have to try so much harder than other girls to get that. It's my own fault, though. I used them as much as they used me for a good fuck. When the fun times end, people aren't as willing to accept it.

Tsukasa questioned the concept of romantic relationships based on his past experiences with women. Her ideas sound so farfetched. It made him feel like something was missing, that innocence that encompassed blind love.

I don't know. I don't think that kind of stuff ever happens anymore. I've never experienced anything close to what you just described. We do have one thing in common. I've never had a real girlfriend. I don't think those titles of boyfriend or girlfriend really exist. It's more like two people who decide they want to spend their time together and not with others. They just stay together because they do, not because it's the way things are supposed to be.

I like that concept.

You can't force something to happen that is not your style. You have to work with what you've got.

Yeah, I've got a shit load to work with here.

We all do.

She tilted her head to the side, watching how he'd react, wanting to gauge his reaction to the next question she wanted to ask. Tell me something.

He took another sip of the beer in his hand, ignorant to the gleam in her eyes.

Is there something going on between you and Tsukushi?

His hand shot up to his chest, pounding the liquid that went down the wrong way, to clear his throat. His hacking ceased a few seconds after he downed the rest of his drink. No. She's pretty cool and all, but I could never see us being more than friends. Why would you want to ask that?

Just checking, she smiled to herself.

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The car ride was spent in peaceful silence, the kind that only those specially tuned to their partners ever really reached. It was a blanket of security that coated them, knowing how sometimes words weren't required to feel comfortable around each other.

You want to hear something funny?' Soujiro asked, turning his head towards his silent passenger.



I was just thinking about how I found you last night dressed like that after Thomas dropped you off. I would have never guessed Tsukushi would put you two up to a scam like the one you guys pulled off. He continued lightheartedly laughing at the preposterous idea he waved off as his overprotective nature taking over.

I do crazy stuff like that all the time, she fought back, feeling rather insulted at his insinuation of her safe' lifestyle. Thomas thought I did really well.

I bet you did.

Yuuki cocked her head to the side studying his profile.

Maybe I should really consider what Thomas was talking about. It could never hurt to try.

Actually, I think I might be seeing more of Thomas outside of work. I kinda liked hanging out with him.

he impassively asked. His eyes remained fixed on the road in front of him. He's a good guy. I can see you two being pretty good friends.

Well, it might be a little more than friends. I think we might pursue something more than that.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel.

Where are you going? Yuuki innocently asked. She hid the smirk on her face, seeing his slight reaction to the new information. You missed the turn.

This was going to be better than I thought.

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How come I can't come, Mama? Kaya's lips formed into a pout, clearly showing her dismay at being left home with Tama. She had looked forward to a night alone with her mother.

Tsukushi paused in her movements while putting on her earrings. She turned around away from the vanity, seeing her daughter laying on her bed with her two hands on either cheek propping up her head. Her legs kicked at the mattress, pounding the soft down comforter.

I made a promise to take Tsukasa out to dinner for helping me move your uncle's things. The restaurant is for grown-ups only. You won't have much fun there.

I want to get dressed up, too, she whined.

A heavy sigh parted from her lips. The mattress shifted underneath her weight, and she began to run her brush through her daughter's currently unruly hair. Her slender, deft fingers wove through the strands of hair, braiding the long locks. Don't give me that puppy dog look of yours. You know it's not fair when you do that.

Does this mean I can go?

No. How about we make a compromise? We should finish dinner by about nine. I want you in that new pink dress I bought for you a few weeks back. I'll come back and we can go for dessert.

Kaya nodded her head.

Good. Now go out and find Tama. She tucked the last stray strand of hair behind her daughter's ear. I'm all done with your hair.

Are you and Tsukasa going on a date?

Tsukushi gasped, flabbergasted. It's not that kind of date.

Oh. I was kind of hoping you were going to go out on a date. Sakurako said something about you getting a boyfriend. She said I might be getting a new dad.

She was going to kill Sakurako later for filling her daughter's head with thoughts about her love life. Don't listen to Sakurako. You and I both know she's crazy. I'm just taking Tsukasa out for dinner as friends.

Kaya lifted her head, her eyes searching for something in her mother's face. Are you going to start dating?

Gathering the small girl up in her arms, she rested her chin on top of her head. Their reflections stared back at them in the mirror across the room. I don't know if I will start dating men. If I do I'll always tell you first. I have to get your seal of approval, don't I?

The girl giggled in her mother's arms.

Her mother nodded her head in agreement.

Then, can I say I like Tsukasa? You should date him.

Her mother's response was a simple pat of the head. Me and that guy? Psh. Like that would happen.

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Do you have reservations?

She shifted the wrap that had fallen down on one shoulder, smiling up at the maitre'd. Yes, it should be under the name Makino. Between her pink stained lips, her pearly white smile shone through.

His eyes scanned over the large book in front of him, scanning through what seemed to be a never-ending list of names. I don't see any reservations under that name.

Tsukushi's shoulders visibly tensed under the man's scrutiny. She fought to keep a calm façade in front of the impudent restaurant worker. She stood there taking the smug leer he stole when she first arrived. She even shut her mouth when he openly peered down the front of her dress and chose to speak to her chest rather than her face. Can you please check again? she gritted out between her teeth.

Once more his eyes barely scanned over the list with a clear hint of disinterest in his expression. No. It's not there.

She was really about to lose it. That supposed large amount of patience she contained was dwindling away rapidly with each number counted in her head to calm her nerves. I made the reservation this morning. It should be there.

Oh, Furuhata-san! Just on time. A table opened up a few minutes ago. Please go inside where someone will seat you. The conniving little man in the Prada suit groveled under the feet of the newly appeared businessman, who in turn ignored his pathetic existence. As they passed each other, the obvious sight of bills could be seen slipped into his hand.

Unbelievable! I make advanced arrangements and you let this guy walk in to take the first available table!

Madam, will you please calm yourself. I've already informed you that you do not have an appointment in our records. Would you please extricate yourself from me before I have to call upon security to escort you off the premises.

I'm going to. . .

Is something the matter? a smooth husky voice asked. An arm wrapped around the irate woman's waist, pulling her back from strangling the rude maitre'd. Tsukasa ducked his head down, murmuring to himself about women and not understanding the ways of the world. She just had to pick this restaurant out of all the fine eateries in the entire city. Shaking his head, he tightened his grip around Tsukushi's waist, making sure she would not jump like a raging wild animal to attack.

Suddenly, the seemingly cool and composed maitre'd froze as if he had been touched by the grace of god, or to better put it, in front of the face of the devil himself. I may be mistaken. I didn't know Do. . .

I think if you look again you will find our reservation, he spat out, stopping the stuttering fool from speaking more. He walked forward and peered over the podium, placing his finger over some random name. Look, we're right there at the bottom. Makino, table for two.

Uh, yes sir. I'll personally show you to your table. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. This way. He moved aside and waved his hand outwards, gesturing them into the restaurant.

See, no problem at all. Tsukasa winked and hooked his arm with Tsukushi's. Shall we go?

The scowl on her face lessened as she passed him a withering glare. She was still rather disturbed by the exchange earlier. So far, their little date had been going fairly well. When they bumped into each other upon leaving their rooms to leave, she was thrown back a bit by how debonair he could actually come across. He oozed all that said man, and she had to bite her own lip, trying to hold back the breath that her body wanted to lose, which it did as soon as he turned to walk away. There was just that certain aura of masculinity and sophistication in the way he carried himself in the suit.

Whoever said, the clothes make the man was damn right.

It wasn't only she who was shocked by their date's transformation. Although Tsukasa had admired her visually pleasing choice in attire, what she came out wearing really threw him off balance. Decked out in a lavender dress that dipped low into the valley of her breasts, it must have taken some great force against physics to avoid the two flaps of fabric from blowing open. The dress was simple with the halter top style and a bottom that flared out just about mid calf. It reflected a romantic '40's style with a splash of modern design to it. Her hair had been pulled back behind her ears and clipped back, letting waves of curls run down her back. Everything was perfectly complimented from the light shimmer of makeup on her face to the simple silver diamond pendant around her neck and silver stiletto heels on her feet. All in all, they made one very nice-looking couple.

she acquiesced. A small smile played on her lips as she allowed herself to be led into the dining area past the bar. Heads turned and eyes followed them. Her smile widened, wondering if the looks were really for her or her date. Either way, it didn't matter much. Nothing could spoil their evening.

A soft piano tune floated in the air, enclosing her in its smooth melody. She stopped to close her eyes for a second to just enjoy the music for all its worth. The music was part of why she loved coming to this restaurant so much. The service was terrible, the food absurdly overpriced, but the décor was enough to keep her coming back. A soft nudge to her arm awakened her from her reverie, and Tsukasa tugged her towards the table, pulling out the chair for her.

Perfect. Tonight would be perfect.

Excuse me for one moment, Tsukasa whispered into her ear as he walked off.

He prayed to all the gods that the foolish man hadn't spread the word of his presence yet. It was the last thing he needed, to have someone walk up to him that night asking to discuss shoptalk. It didn't really matter much if they talked to him anyway. He had nothing to do with the company anymore. he hissed at the maitre'd who was currently pissing off a new set of customers at the entrance, waiting for them to get the hint he needed persuasion of the monetary kind to allow them entrance with the last minute booking. It was a well known fact that this particular establishment had a history of letting money talk when it came to reservations that weren't made a few weeks in advance.

His arms snapped to his sides, as he slowly spun around, recognizing that familiar bark.

Don't call me that! A flare of red passed over his eyes. Look here, little man. For tonight, you will tell everyone here to not address me by that name. I am just a regular customer tonight. If any one of you so much as breathe my name, I'll make sure you know what hell is, and I don't think you'll like it that much. You are also going to make sure to prevent persons from interrupting either me or that young lady over there dining tonight. Privacy is a very important issue tonight. Do you understand? His voice dripped with an icy commanding tone that would have made his own mother proud. It was the voice and attitude that set a Doumyouji apart from the rest of the world.

Yes, I understand, he stuttered.

Good. Now I want you to personally send a bottle of wine, preferably a 1964 vintage to our table as an apology for visually raping my date earlier.

He mutely nodded his head.

With a very hard pat on the back, sending the man into a coughing fit, Tsukasa smiled. His lips curled in that way that only showed pure unadulterated pain if this man screwed up. His hand reached into his pocket, discreetly pulling out a neatly folded set of bills which were then slipped into the breast pocket of the maitre'd. Don't you dare fuck this up.

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Tsukushi?'

Tsukushi lifted her head up to look at the person standing in front of her table. Her eyes danced at the sight of a familiar face. It's good to see you, she grinned.

The elderly man walked up to her table, taking the open seat beside her. I hope they didn't give you much trouble with the last minute reservation I got you.

No, there was no problem, she lied, not wanting to hurt the old pianist's feelings at his lack of power in the restaurant he worked in. Are you working all night tonight?

Oh yes! he cheerily replied. I wouldn't pass up the chance to play for a full house.

Well, you're the one everyone comes to see anyway.

You're too kind for this old man. Will I have the honor of perhaps having a little song from you later? I do miss that voice of yours.

Oh no. I came to just watch and enjoy. I'm not on duty tonight. She reached over the table and squeezed his aged hands, which even after years of age showed no signs of trembling. It was the true sign of a real pianist, one who defied time and maintained their steady hands. Thanks for the offer, though.

Well, I better get back to work. I see they are giving me the evil eye. I just wanted to stop by and say hello.

It was good to see you, Yamada-san.

You too. Please send Tama my best regards. He devilishly winked at her before exiting the table.

Who was that? Tsukasa asked, taking the now empty seat that had opened up.

That's Yamada-san, she replied. We're old friends. After I had Kaya, I came to work here, singing a few nights a week for some extra cash. The hours weren't terribly long, and I was able to get home in time to take care of my daughter. Yamada-san was the pianist that accompanied me.

he asked, trying to think back of a time he might have seen her sing in the establishment. He shook his head, realizing that generally he preferred to dine in one of the private rooms since his visits were generally purely for business. He nervously picked up his menu and quirked a smile. I'm starving. How about we order?

Just spare my wallet tonight, she laughed as she watched his eyes giddily scan over the menu.

I make no promises.

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An hour and a half later, they contently sat back in their chairs, sipping the remaining remnants of wine in their glasses. In comparison to earlier conversations, they both agreed to keep the choice of topics light, consisting of subjects ranging from the weather to retelling of little funny anecdotes from their lives.

This was nice, Tsukushi interjected in the middle of Tsukasa's chuckling. It's been a long time since I've had an actual adult night out without any sexual innuendo, discussions over the quality of Barney's music, or explicit language. She laughed in good humor of her friends and her daughter. I love them all, but sometimes it's good to talk to someone new.

Well, it was inevitable considering the amount of time you spend with them in and out of work.

Her fingers played with the small floral arrangement in the center of the table. A single candle burned in the center. Beside her was the stand for the chilled bottle of wine that she had thoroughly enjoyed. Casablancas," she whispered to herself.



Oh, sorry, she apologized, blushing at being caught daydreaming. These are casablancas. A small smile crept on her lips. They're my favorite flower. They symbolize purity. She tilted her head to the side, recognizing the familiar lilt of the piano notes carrying across the room. Immediately her eyes fell on the man playing the song.

He remembered my song.

Tsukasa watched the brief glimpse of glee spread over her face with the change of tune on the piano. He pushed back his chair and stood beside her. Do you care to dance?

I'd love that, she grinned. She followed him onto the dance floor, falling into step with the simple steps she recognized as the waltz. You know how to ballroom dance? she asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

My mom made me learn, he gruffly replied, trying to retain some sliver of manliness he could salvage.

It's okay. I find a man who can ballroom dance quite sexy.

He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. How about a man who knows tap?

Oh god! I can't take it. She giggled, fanning herself with her hand. A man who tap dances just turns me on in every possible way, she huskily whispered into his ear before playfully slapping him in the chest. Look what you made me do! We were so close.

What's the fun of life if there aren't any sexual jokes flying around?

Oh man, you need to spend less time with Soujiro and Akira.

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Mama! Can I get more than one scoop? Kaya excitedly pleaded, hopping from one Mary Janed foot to the other.

Tsukushi crouched down in front of the counter, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.

she squealed in utter delight. She jumped up, trying to catch a glimpse of her choices.

They made a rather grand entrance, entering the small ice cream shop decked out in their formal best. After leaving the restaurant, Tsukushi and Tsukasa rushed back to the apartment to pick up Kaya to take her out for dessert. She was ready for quite some time when they found her wearing her brand new dress, impatiently waiting by the door to be let out. Automatically she grabbed their hands, dragging them to the ice cream shop a few blocks down from their apartment building.

Her mother reached down to pick up her flailing daughter to allow her a better view of the ice cream in the case, but was interrupted by another pair of arms reaching the little girl before her.

If you keep jumping like that, you might hurt yourself, Tsukasa laughed. His arms wrapped underneath hers as he lifted her up into the air to peer over the glass case. Hurry and choose before my arms give out, he teased, pretending to lose his grip.

I want that one, that one, and the chocolate!

The middle-aged woman behind the counter gently smiled and set to work creating the sundae concoction. Tsukushi and Tsukasa each took their own orders, leading Kaya over to a table to sit and wait for her own. Being fickle about toppings and ice cream flavors, it took her the longest to decide. A few more eyebrows raised when Kaya's dessert was brought out with the toppings dripping off the mountain of whipped cream.

Tsukushi grabbed for as many napkins as possible, thoroughly covering the front of Kaya's body in a mummy-like wrapping to prevent anything from getting on the new dress. Now you can have some.

Kaya obligingly agreed to the command and jabbed her spoon deep into the center before shoveling the huge glop into her mouth.

How sweet, the storeowner cooed, watching Kaya eat.

Tsukushi rummaged for her purse to pull out some money. How much will it be?

Oh forget about it. It's on the house. It's rare we get customers so dressed up out here. She turned towards Tsukasa and Tsukushi. It always makes me smile to see such a nice young couple like yourselves taking their daughter out for ice cream.

Oh but we're. . . Tsukasa butt in.

Thank you, Tsukushi smiled, jabbing Tsukasa in the ribs. My husband and I just had to bring our daughter for a little treat. We promised to take her out when we returned from our adult night out. She absolutely insisted on dressing up, too.

Well, enjoy your dessert. I have to get to my other customers. I hope to see you three in here more often. She waved them a quick goodbye and hurried back behind the counter where a small line was forming.

Why did you lie to her? Tsukasa asked in disbelief.

Hey, we got free ice cream.

Ah, I see. You didn't have to jab me in the ribs so hard.







Do you think we can come back here and try to get free ice cream again next week?

A wide smile curled on her lips followed by a light giggle. Whatever you say, dear husband.

The perks of married life. . .
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A/N: Here's an extra long, fluffy, and downright bantery good time for all to read. I made this one extra long to tide everyone over because dear readers Last Resort will be on hiatus because as of now I'm taking a short break for a few months to get back to Return to Me and perhaps finally finish . For now you can get your semi-fix for LR through