Disclaimer: Furuba and its characters do not belong to me

Yeah...Next chapter is the last and oddly enough, it feels great to say that I've re-finished my first fan fic! Many thanks to all those who've stayed with me for so long and for the faithful who review all the time. It really keeps me going!

Special thanks to Freaky Krazer: You're such a hard-core fan! Thank you soooo much for always reviewing after every update and for encouraging me throughout the new and old version. I totally understand what you mean about getting flashbacks about fanfics I've read here though - just last night, I honestly had a DREAM about 'Her Blindness', a really awesome Bleach fic.

Standing in the garden, Akito frowned as he felt the grass crunch beneath his sandals.

Nature was intolerable, the way it shifted and grew, spewing forth a veritable cauldron of bugs and various other useless life forms. In fact, Akito tried to avoid venturing out into his back garden as much as possible, the painstakingly created landscape merely serving as a necessary backdrop as befitted the Souma name.

The quiet humming behind him merely deepened his grimace. The only reason he was out here at all was because he had caught the girl peering over his shoulder into the garden the other night as they were having dinner.

The wistful expression on her face had made him feel oddly compelled to offer to take her for a walk. Stubbornly refusing to further analyze the unsettling feelings of disquiet he was beginning to experience whenever her face fell in disappointment, Akito had instead focused on smirking at her grateful response. Honestly, the girl was so easily pleased no wonder she could find enjoyment in that pitiful life of hers!

And so they had ended up spending the entire afternoon walking through the entire backyard.

-o-O-o-

"Ooooh...look, Akito-san! I had no idea you had a stream in your garden!"

Akito cursed and turned to glare at her. Was she going to stop and gawk at every single tree or stone that they passed? Unfortunately for him, ever since he had touched her, she had become annoyingly determined to include him in her activities and kept trying to get him talk.

Damn females. You fuck them and all of a sudden you're best friends.

Crossly kicking a stone at a squirrel that had dared come too close, he briefly contemplated dumping her here and walking back himself.

No, she's so stupid she'll probably never find her way back. Then we'll have to deal with the stink of her rotting body for months since, even in death, she'll be such a pest that she'll make it hard for anyone to find her.

Snorting derisively at the image, he started walking away as quickly as he could.

"Hurry up, my feet hurt."

After a few seconds, he realized that the girl hadn't moved; she was still standing on the bridge, grinning like a fool at the swimming koi. Resisting the urge to tear out his hair, Akito strode back to her.

"Are you going to stand here all day? They're fish for cheap's sake; it's not like they actually do anything."

Tohru clasped her hands to her chest, eyes sparkling.

"They're so pretty and brightly coloured. I've always wanted fish like these - Hana-chan says that they bring good luck to their owner."

"Well, they must have run out of batteries because right now, their owner has the bad luck to actually have to come out here and see their damn faces."

Grabbing her hand, Akito pulled her away from the fish and headed down the path. When he didn't let go however, neither of them said anything.

-o-O-o-

He muttered yet another curse. Why the heck was the garden so damned big when it was the house that people lived in? It wasn't like anyone besides him was going to see it, anyways.

The humming changed to a lilting tune and Akito whipped around to gripe at the reason why his feet were sore and his back was aching. The words died in his throat at the sight before him.

Tohru was sitting on the engawa, eyes closed and legs swinging gently. A fragrant fall breeze ruffled her unbound hair as she tilted her head up to the sun. Akito walked towards her in almost in a daze. Stopping in front of her, he looked straight into her upturned face, slightly higher than eye level. Bending forwards, he dropped a soft kiss on her neck, breathing in the scent of her soft skin as she let out a surprised gasp.

"Ak...Akito-san..."

Her arms rose automatically to push him back but he caught both her hands in his own and returned them to rest on the veranda.

"Akito-san, what...what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Squeezing her hands to indicate that they were to remain by her side, his fingers stroked her cheek, sliding down her throat to rest on the back of her gown. Pressing small kisses on the corner of her open mouth, he undid the knot and slid his hands in to open the fabric. Swallowing her sound of protest, he urged her legs apart and spread the gown to reveal her naked body. Stepping back, Akito looked at her.

Obviously embarrassed at the openly intimate position of her body, Tohru drew the edges of the yukata together, shielding her from his intense gaze.

"Demo...someone might see us. The...the gardeners or the servants might come into the room..."

Her pleas were met with a slight shrug.

"The staff were told to stay away from the garden today. They know that I'm in it."

He fixed his eyes on hers.

"Open your gown for me."

Knowing she was going to have to do it in the end, Tohru slowly did as she was told, struggling to keep her legs from locking together in modesty. She watched nervously as Akito plucked a fully-bloomed flower off one of the nearby bushes and walked towards her. Standing between her spread thighs, he idly traced a pattern on her inner left thigh, his face expressionless. Tohru flushed and dropped her gaze to fix on the flower in his hand. The petals were pink and glowed lewdly bright against her pale skin.

She sucked in a breath as the swirling circles drew higher and higher until it paused, the pink barely caressing the dark curls at the junction of her legs. Realizing what he intended to do, Tohru jerked her head up to meet heated black eyes.

"You shouldn't...this...this probably isn't sanitary."

But the words had barely left her mouth before Akito ran the flower gently over her, resuming the enticing circles over her folds and clit. His other hand squeezed her hip before sliding up to cup her bare breast; he ran his thumb in the same swirling pattern over her hardening nipple, murmuring a pleased sound at her gasp of pleasure. His lips flitted over hers and he slid his tongue in savor her. She tasted like sweetened tea.

Akito could feel the growing heat between her legs and pressed the little flower in deeper. Saturating the petals with her moisture, he lifted it to rub against her nipples. Then, tossing his tool to the ground, he bent to lap at her breast. Using both hands to knead the soft mounds, he could see her watching him through half-lidded eyes as he licked up her essence before fastening his mouth over the distended nub.

Tohru moaned softly as she ran her hands through the silky black hair, holding his head to her breast. The insistent tugging of his lips fueled the rushing fire in her stomach and she arched her back, wordlessly urging him on. She could feel the onset of her climax and wrapped her legs around his waist. He rubbed against her, the hard arousal nudging yet another moan from her.

Just as she was about to reach the pinnacle, Akito stopped.

Accompanied by her whimper of frustration, his breath was rapid and shallow as he fumbled with the knot on his own gown. Finally opening it, he allowed her a brief glimpse of his naked front before wrapping his arms around her back.

Bracing one hand on the veranda, he gave her a hard, possessive kiss as he slid into her smoothly. Releasing her mouth, he watched her face as she orgasmed on the first thrust.

"Akito!"

He wondered why she always did that; why she always cried out his name when she climaxed. It was gratifying but also disturbingly...personal. It was as if, in that moment, she somehow managed to touch him, as if the sound of his name coming from her lips was carving her a place for herself inside of him. So much so that he could almost hear it even when they weren't doing it, causing him to reach out for her and caress her until he heard it again.

His musings were interrupted as he felt her legs wrap tightly around him again. He hooked an arm under her knee and pressed in even deeper. Savoring the feel of her tight, wet walls gripping him with each deep stroke, Akito buried his face in her hair and moved faster.

"Please...please, Akito..."

Her moans grew louder and rang through the peace of the darkening afternoon. Akito could feel her tremors begin again and pumped his hips even harder, his thrusts now so violent that she was almost lifted from her seat with each one. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh now joined their harsh pants.

He felt her shudder as waves of pleasure broke over her, her hands clutching feverishly at the fabric on his shoulders, and he continued relentlessly until his own climax broke. He groaned as his body tensed and he spilled his seed within her.

Collapsing against her limp body, they stayed like that for a long time until a quiet knock at the inside door signaled the arrival of dinner.