Part One

Chapter One;; Shes Gone

Note; There are some slight lemons in this chapter. You've been warned.

"Derrick stop! Umiko is ticklish!"

"But that is what makes it so much fun, my love!"

"Derriiiicckkkk!"

Thud. He awoke rubbing his head; clear that he had fallen off the couch and onto the floor, thus resulting in him knocking his head into the cofee table. Groggily his lashes would flutter open, "Ugggh..." He rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his unbrushed, quite messy midnight locks. What time is it? He looked over at the television at the cable box and read 2:45pm. It was late...and once more he had slept in. It wasnt something new for Derrick after his and Umiko's break up. Break up? She cheated on me...plain and simple. He sighed and stood up, wobbling and kicking bottles, empty bottles of bear out of his way; making his way to the bathroom.

It had been nearly three months since he had seen her...nor heard from her. Something in him called out in pain and begged him to search for her...to find her. He had locked away those feelings though with hurt and betrayel from her actions. His dear friend had come to him and told him that Umiko had been talking with a male...and that male had told his friend that Umiko told him that she had more feelings for him. Apparently she had loved him a long time ago and feelings were rekindling with them. Who knows? Maybe their a nice and happy couple right now...

"What a hangover..."

He had drunkin himself to sleep the nightbefore, just like the night before, and the night before. For the last two months he had turned to alcoholism to consol him in his loss of Umiko. He stumbled; making his way to the bathroom to take a shower, gather himself together, and go out into town. He had to pick up a few things. With finishing his shower, he threw on a plain white, v-neck t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans. He wore a belt to hold them up. He looked around his completely distroyed cabin as he slipped his socks and shoes on before leaving. I've gotta clean this place up when I get back... Its time to get back on my feet.

Into town he went, seeing faces of people he knew but not bothering with a hello. He had isolated himself, gone cold... He went into a liquor store and picked up a few bottles of wine. Next stop was the grocery store to pick up some grub. Throwing into his cart were ingredients to make lasagna when he heard a voice, "Derrick? Derrick Lenne? Is that you?" He turned his head to see a vibrant looking, short, yet elegant beauty named Racheal. She had cut her chestnutt hair from its normal, mid back, straight hair to just below her shoulders and layered to were it frammed her small cheeks. Her eyes reflected the moon itself with their illuminating grey glow. She had a small nose and high cheeks bones; budding breasts that with any shirt profused with cleavage. Her body was an hour-glass figure; Very slim with nice swelling hips and thighs that narrowed down into her womanly, tan legs. Averagely or so called, perfect in men's eyes. He normally would have laughed, but the joy had run from his life with he had ended it with Umiko.

"Hey Rach. Hows it been going with you?"

He had met Racheal just after his deparcher from Umiko. After their split up, Derrick was happy for it was thriving on the fact that she had cheated on him; or so had said his friend. All he wanted to do was dive into another relationship and try to forget the azure skinned goddess who had stolen away his heart. They had had a short relationship...but it didnt last long when his nights were invaded with dreams of his lover of whom he missed so very much; he didnt realize it untill he finally looked at Racheal..and really saw her. He picked up a pack of noodles and set it into his small cart he was pushing around. He didnt really look at her, just glance and notice the few chances in her.

"How have I been? Derrick I havnt heard from you in months! I heard from people that you've been drinking yourself nearly into a coma!"

Her voice was shrill and coated with worry..as well as anger. Derrick sighed and glanced at her with an uncaring gaze. He shrugged his shoulders and began walking, pushing his cart with him, "Racheal, I dont need to answer to you for my actions. My life, is my life..." Before he could get from her site the brunette rushed forward, pushing him against an isle of produce and kissing him with her lush, full, cherry lips. Derrick was not shocked; he did not bring his arms up; he did not wrap them around her. He stayed still...limp and waited for the woman to pull off him. His bleeding gaze would glare into her shimmering moon's.

"Racheal, we are over, I told you this. Stop it, move on, get on with you're life."

The woman glared at him definately and stomped her petite, small foot. She was about the same height as her; which was another reason why he had felt attracted to her. She brought her arms up to cross under her swelling breasts, "You should take you're own advice Derrick. Move on with you're life. Shes gone! Get over it! Move on dammit!" She was now crying...desperately trying to get him to return the actions of affection she was showing for him. She then...upturned her emotions and smiled sweetly up at him, gazing into his cart at the bottles of wine.

"Say..Derrick, how about I come over and make that lasagna it looks like you're planning o make. I'll clean up for you and we can just...hang out. I promise. How 'bout it?"

Raising a slender brow he gazed down at her suspiciously. He nodded his head and finally released a handsome smile. At least she'll clean up...I really dont feel like cleaning that pig sty of a home...

"Well lets get going Derrick! Lasagna takes awhile!"

Racheal giggled mirthfully and grabbed his arm walking with him. Derrick would only roll his eyes at her antics and walk to a register to buy the food. Of course, the register and bag boy he knew. They looked at him as they rung up his bottles of wine; shaking their heads in dissapointment.

"Hey! Do you're job and mind you're own damn business! I dont need you're damned pity!"

This only feuled him on more to get back up on his feet and move on with his life. Racheal was right...he had to move on. He turned to gaze at her...and gave a faint..real smile. It was possible that they might grow into something once more..possibly. He grabbed a bag and she grabbed the other and they walked to his car. He pulled into the long bumpy trail that led to his cabin that the forest concealed. He felt Racheal's hand graze over this that was on the stick and only glance. He didnt hold her hand...he didnt even react to her touch. His mind only wondered to the beauty that came from the ocean. He pulled into his drive way, getting out quickly and grabbing a bag.

"Isnt it a nice night out Derrick?"

He turned to look at Racheal then the sky and simply nod. He didnt really look at the stars that were clearly visible due to the cloudless night, "Yeah." He went inside and shrugged when he saw the look on Racheals face in reaction to his filthy home. He set the groceries on the counter and yawned, flipping on a light. It wasnt long before Racheal was over hom and shooing him out of the kitchen.

"I'm cooking, so stay out silly!"

He held up his hands in mock defence and laughed exiting the kitchen and taking a seat at the dinning room, still able to gaze clearly into the kitchen. He opened a bottle of wine and poured him a glass.

"You know Derrick you really shouldnt drink all that much, its really, really bad for you're health. I'm worried about you."

Once more he rolled his eyes. He ran his fingers over his rough chin and cheeks. He hadnt shaved in weeks, "Like I said Racheal, its my own business." She would shrug her shoulders but glance at him with a thin glare. She dove into cooking the lasanga and it was only 30 minutes later that she had it in the oven cooking. She walked over and took a seat at the dinning room table and poured herself a glass of wine. She would glance at him with a seductive hazle lingering in her moon spheres. He didnt miss that.

"While the food is baking, lets watch a movie Derr."

She smiled with a light giggle, grabbing the wine and his hand, tugging him toward his room. She sat him on his bed and went to the television; clicking it on. She bounced herself on his bed and laid next to him, propped up just like him on a pillow. She however...wasnt interested in the movie. She glanced up at him biting her bottom, lush, moist lip.

Slight Lemon Starts Here

She turned over on her side and timidly reach with her hand to his thigh, covered by his jeans, "Derrick, you know..I really have missed you." She spoke in a sweet..timid, yet sexy and seductive voice. Her hand trailed to his clothed crotch and caressed his manliness through his clothes ever so lightly with her hands. Derrick gasped as a moan escaped from his chapped lips. He gazed down at the woman with a warning glare...which quickly deminished into lust when he felt her hand slip under his clothes to caress his bare flesh. He grew hard against her menstrations and moaned, dipping down into the pillow. Racheal took this opportunity to sit up and straddle his thighs, still moving her soft hand against the tender flesh of his manhood. She leaned down, using her free hand to hold her hair back; pressing her lips to his own. She forced her tongue into his cavern and licked about, tasting wine she moaned and pressed her large breasts against his clothed chest.

"R-Racheal..." Derrick moaned into the abyss of his room. He moved his tongue against her's in a dance of dominance. He flipped them about to were he was now gazing down at her; straddling her hips. He grasped her hand from his pants and held her other hand along with that one; both above her head. He smirked down at her which caused a squeak of pure lust and joy to escape the woman's lips. She bit her lip in anxiousness as Derrick moved her shirt up to reveal her covered breasts. Using his claw he sliced through her bra and roughly brought his lips to her perk nipples. They hardened instantly at his slick tongue that licked and toyed with them. His teeth needed them lightly as his hands went under her knee length, white skirt to play with her warm, clothed core.

"U-Uhh..Derrick...yess..."

Racheal leaned her head back into Derrick's soft pillows and closed her grey hues. Her cheeks were flushed from the wine and pleasure. She spread her legs more for him and bucked on instinct when she felt his hand at her warm core. She was hot all over because of him and wanted him. She moved her arms around his shoulders intangling her fingers into his messy, raven tressles.

"Why does Derrick love Umiko?"

"Because you are my everything, my always, my reason for living."

"Then...why are you doing this?"

Slight Lemon Ends Here

He jerked his head up from the exposed flesh of the woman beneath him. He gazed down into Racheal's half lidded optics with panic which was quickly overflowed by anger.

"You said only hang out, hmm? Wench! Get from my house now!"

Racheal immediately sat up and covered her breasts. She glared heavily at Derrick and moved herself off of his bed.

"Derrick what is you're problem!? One minute you permit yourself to act upon my actions, and then you reject me! Make up you're mind! If you're still thinking about that woman you were once with; shes gone! Hear me? Gone!"

She pulled her shirt down angrily and rushed from his room, moments later his front door slammed as she left his house. Derrick sat there on the edge of his bed thinking, his fists clenched.

"Dammit..."

He shook his head and walked from his room, out his front door. He gazed intently up at the clear, bright, sparkling stars. I know shes gone. I've known for a long time... He closed his eyes tightly, clenching his fists to tightly blood seeped through his fingers and dripped onto the ground. He took a deep breath and screamed into the night, his head tilted still upwards to the sky, "UMIKO!!!" It was as if he were calling to the heavens themselves. All his pent up anger, sadness, and every emotion he was feeling was now released into that single scream of pain. He put his head down and turned; going back into his house.

"Shit!"

Smoke was pouring from the oven indicating that the lasanga was burning. He rushed to it and pulled it out quickly, slamming it on his counter and blowing the smoke away. He coughed and looked at it...Completely ruined he thought. Just like my life...