Title: Cherry Blossom 5/13
Author: Haruka
Disclaimer: I don't own GW.
Pairing: 1?
Rating: R
Warning: OOC, AU, angst, sap
Note: Thanks to my great beta silver-eyed! Enjoy and please read & gimmy feedback!
( ) means they are speaking in Japanese.
It was morning Ayako woke up. She had balled up on the floor and she wasn't sure what time it was. She stood, grimacing at her sore muscles and looked at the clock on her nightstand; it was 1pm. She undressed and made her way slowly to her bathroom. She showered quickly and dressed. The kimono, still salvageable, but not sure she wanted to be reminded of last night, she tossed into a corner of the closet.
She opened the door to her room and walked out into the hallway. Not hearing anything in the house, she made her way down the hall to Heero's room and looked inside. He wasn't there. Disappointment and relief filled her. She then made her way downstairs. Everything from the party was cleaned up, no traces of a party left behind, having been cleaned up by the nighttime staff.
She entered the kitchen. Heero wasn't there either, nor was he in the yard when she looked out. She then made her way to his home office. When she knocked there was no answer. Wondering if she should open the door and check anyway, she did so before she lost the nerve. She opened the door wide enough to peek her head inside. He wasn't there either.
Heero wasn't home. After searching the entire mansion, she had concluded this. Ayako tried to keep from crying. She was so confused and scared. She didn't know what would happen now. He hated her, she was sure. Needing to calm down, she decided to go out into the flower gardens.
She kneeled next to a bed of white roses. White roses had been her favorite flowers since the day she met Heero, when he had given her a white rose. She now tended to them, keeping busy throughout the day so she wouldn't have to think too much about the source of her confusion. But every time she heard any noise she would look at the house to see if Heero had come home. It was getting late and she had to eat something. Her stomach was hurting, it would growl and clench every other moment. Thinking that was all she would do for today on the roses, she cleaned up and went into the kitchen.
Glancing at the clock, the time was 4:30 pm. She needed to make dinner in case Heero came back. He'd be hungry and he loved her cooking. During the week Heero would be home by 5:30, but she remembered it was Saturday and she didn't know if he would come home now.
Despite the different circumstances, she decided to cook anyway, needing that sense of normalcy to keep from falling apart. She started the meal. About forty minutes later dinner was ready. Ayako set the table and sat, waiting for Heero. It was nine o'clock pm and still she sat, Heero wasn't coming home for dinner.
Ayako picked up the untouched food and put his dinner into the refrigerator. She quietly ate her plate on the counter. When she finished, she washed the dishes.
9:30pm. He still wasn't home. She made her way upstairs and into her bedroom, leaving the door ajar, so she could hear when Heero came home.
He didn't come home that night, nor the next, or the night after that. 3 days... It had been 3 days. Ayako was in constant tears. She now found herself sitting in his room on the floor. It smelled like him... She missed him so much. She didn't know if he would ever come back. 3 days, 3 days of making breakfast, lunch and dinner, waiting for him to come back, she would sit at the table and watch the front door... Every time putting his plates into the refrigerator. Every time, going to bed alone in the house. She would stay in his room all day and most of the nights. She had heard the closet doors open, and seen clothes missing. He had been here but when she got to his room, he was gone.
She felt lost... She had found the kimono she had made for him on the floor of the closet. She held it now against her, it smelled like him. Rivers of tears falling down her face as she remembered that night, the restaurant, the music... Heero holding her closely as then danced... his kiss... their first real kiss...
"Why are you in here?" a voice said snapping her back into reality. She had been in such deep thoughts that she hadn't heard anything or anyone come into the house. She looked up to find Heero looking down at her from the bedroom door way. Without thinking she stood and ran to him, hugging him tightly as she cried. But just as quickly she realized he wasn't holding her back and was completely cold to her. Quickly letting go she stepped back, too ashamed to look at him. She kept her eyes to the floor, looking at his shoes.
"Answer me, why are you in here?" he asked in a quiet angry tone.
"I... I just..." she couldn't get the words out.
"You just what?" he demanded harshly, scaring her.
"I just wanted to... be around your things..." she whispered, barely audible.
Heero, probably taking it the wrong way, snapped at her, "Get out!" Ayako ran out. She wanted to die. He hated her. She ran till she found herself in the flower garden. Crying, blinded by tears, she fell beside the bed of white roses.
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Heero sat on the edge of the bed. He had stayed in a hotel for the past few days. He was mean towards her but he couldn't help it, he felt... betrayed. He stood up and walked downstairs. She wasn't in her room since her door was wide open. Going into the kitchen he opened the refrigerator. All the leftovers, clearly marked, were placed neatly in rows. She had made breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday for him... waiting for him to come back.
Slamming his mind close on those thoughts, he closed the fridge doors. Throughout the last few days only three things had been on his mind: her kissing Duo, her scared of him, and how she looked at him after he had hurt her. A small 'click' interrupted his thoughts and he knew it was the living room sliding door.
Ayako walked inside quietly, not noticing Heero, and started up stairs. Heero followed her. As she entered her room and Heero grabbed her and turned her towards him. She looked scared and confused, eyes red and puffy from crying.
"Do you love me?" he asked her, his grip tightening on her upper arms.
She nodded, then corrected herself and said, "Yes." She didn't think he would believe her, knew he didn't believe by the way he had asked that question. She carefully put her hands on his chest, just wanting to touch him. Her lips trembled. She wanted to kiss him, foolishly thinking to make everything better with a kiss, and she tried to kiss him.
Just has her lips were about to touch his, he roughly pushed her away. She fell backwards and looked up at him. His expression was of anger and confusion. Ayako quickly kneeled in front on him, keeping her head bowed.
"I had no right," she said apologizing for her bold move, "Please ... don't leave me..." she continued her voice cracking, trying not to cry.
"Why did you kiss Duo?" he asked in a harsh tone.
"I didn't... " she denied quietly, "He... made me..."
What? Duo? "Why didn't you say something to me then?" Heero frowned.
"He is your friend... I am only your wife... " she said painfully, "What could I have done? Would you have ...believed me?." Then he realized it. She had been brought up to serve men. Men were more important and women never really had a say in anything where she was from. She was there to serve and please, whether she wanted to or not. A man or men could have their way with her and it would be her word against theirs. Her saying something against her husband's friend was disrespectful and would be ignored. Wives or mistresses that did this would be punished.
How could he have been so blind, Duo was known for this, yet he had put the blame on Ayako...It seemed that that 'talk' he wanted was something that was going to happen very soon.
"Get up," he told her, she did so but kept her head bowed. Heero took her in his arms and hugged her. Ayako was too surprise to do anything but cry.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm so sorry." She cried against his chest, now holding on tightly to him, her hands fisted in his shirt. He took her to the bed and laid with her as she cried against him. Soon, she fell asleep, the past few days finally all coming down around her. Heero watched her as she slept, all the while thoughts of how stupid and blind he was ran through his head.
Ayako awoke first. Heero's arms were still firmly placed around her. She felt warm and safe. It seemed the storm was over, for now at least. She looked up at his sleeping face; so adorably handsome. She reach up carefully with her hand and gently caressed his face. Everything about him pulled her to him. She couldn't stop looking at him, or try to touch him. If it had been any other man, she wouldn't dare, much less bother. But Heero Yuy... He was such a beautiful person. She loved his mostly quiet ways and the sly smirks he would give her when no one else was watching.
She slid her finger carefully over his lips, holding her breath, afraid that she might wake him. When he didn't stir, her finger began to slide slowly down his jaw then down his neck. She could see part of his upper chest; he was wearing a black button up short sleeve shirt with the top buttons loose. As her eyes continued their perusal of his collar bone and chest, Heero asked her huskily, "Do you like what you see?"
Surprised and embarrassed, she blushed. She raised her eyes to his, only this time it was his turn to cares her face. She started to close her eyes.
"Look at me," he told her gently. She kept her eye on his. Heero moved so he would be partly over her, never breaking eye contact. Ayako felt hot, she was sure her face was on fire. Heero looked incredibly sexy as he looked down at her, his hair messy, his face still looking sleepy, his shirt wrinkled and disheveled with his left shoulder exposed.
Heero lowered his lips to hers, kissing her slowly. Their eyes closed simultaneously. He deepened the kiss, kissing her harder, hungrier, nudging her lips open with his tongue. Ayako moaned into his mouth out of frustration and pleasure. Heero's right hand found Ayako's leg and was caressing her thigh.
As Ayako's mind swam with lust, she started to slowly unbutton Heero's shirt, revealing inch by inch pure, taunt muscle. His skin was so warm... almost hot to the touch. While Ayako reveled in the feel of his touch, Heero was drowning in her taste. Her hair was pooled over the pillows giving her an enchanted glow enhanced by her blush. Her yukata was loose, giving him a slight view of her enticing collar bone. He wanted to see more of his beautiful wife.
His hand had wondered down her body, finding an opening on the side and his hand moved underneath the garment. He was now caressing her outer thigh and moving higher. When his hands reached under her panties she gasped in their kiss. He started to pull gently at it only for Ayako to stop him with her hand. He paid no mind to it, and started to kiss her neck, making her gasp again. His other hand wondered towards her small breasts. He had never been a breast man so it never bothered him, in fact, he liked hers.
His fingers circled a nipple, causing Ayako to moan loudly. Heero lifted himself up on his hands and looked down at her. She looked exotic, her yukata slightly open revealing a simple white bra, and her left leg was bare. His shirt was now open and showed his very well built chest and abs. He looked at her a bit longer and removed his shirt completely, all the while still looking at her.
Ayako did everything but faint. Heero smirked slightly at her. She blushed even more. He returned to laying over her and kissed her again. His hand found her leg once more and he started to lower her panties. She stopped him again, starting to panic a bit. He looked up at her questionably.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I... I-I'm not... ready," she finished quietly, worried if he would take her word for it. A gentle smile covered Heero's face. "Ok," he told her. "Do you want to keep kissing?" he asked playfully, she pulled him down against her lips. In that same instant as he laid over her, she felt his arousal against her inner thigh. She had wanted him... this, so badly, but she couldn't. He wanted it too, and she couldn't say no forever.
TBC