Heylo, everyone! Anyway, sorry for the wait. This chapter is mostly fluff along with a really funny incounter of the Jerk kind. Hehe. You'll see what I mean. And this is actually pretty long. Also
Warning: This chapter contains very bad language from Akira and some mature themes.
Anyway, so there is this fluffy chapter and then the next that is really all about fluff. Actually, the next one is about Yukino and Sakura, so hope you enjoy! PS: This story is assuming that they all live in Tokyo. I know the manga never said that that's where they lived, but it also didn't say that they DIDN'T live there.
Disclaimer: Again, owns nothing but plot and next generation.
Akira walked down the stairs the next morning, whistling in his happiness. It was the first time in three years his focus wasn't on destroying Kyo, Yuki, and Haru and it felt like the happiest he'd been in close to ten years. All this thoughts were on a certain someone with a fiery temper to match her bright hair.
He walked into the kitchen to find Tohru doing the dishes, again. "Tohru, I must know...do you do anything BUT wash the dishes?" She started and turned around. THe likeness betwen her and the girl he found himself falling hard for slammed him right between the eyes. "Oh, Akira-san! Oh, um..." she paused and then went on nervously fast. "Oh, I, um I love to clean! I'm really, um, good at it too!" Akira chuckled then raised his hands in defeat.
"Where is Kyo and Yoko?" Truthfully, all he cared about was Yoko's whereabouts but he didn't want to seem over-eager with her mother. "Hm?" Tohru said as she resumed her task. "Oh, Kyo went with Hiro-chan and Yuki-kun to look at some of the Sohma properties off the main estate. He said that today you could do whatever you want basically so long as you didn't get into trouble." Akira smirked. If only Kyo knew. "Yoko was up just after dawn saying something about going to the dojo." That caught Akira's interest.
"Dojo? What dojo?" Tohru drained the sink and dried her hands. "Oh, Kyo's adoptive father owns the Sohma Kazuma dojo. Shishou-san doesn't always run it much anymore as he is getting on in years, but he's usually there 'supervising.'" she giggled. "Kyo was trained there as a young kid and he had Yoko there almost as soon as she could walk. She-" Tohru turned around to find Akira gon and heard the sound of the front door closing. Tohru smiled and walked to the laundry room, humming to herself.
Yoko knocked down yet another opponeit. And still, she was not done. She'd not slept much the night before and when she had she'd dreamed of him and that kiss. Yoko had just decided to get up and go to the dojo at about 7 a.m. because she had been filled with reckless energy.
She took a quick drink of water before going outside to a seculded, empty spot that was surrounded by hedges except for that one entrence. In the center of the boxed in place there was a practice dummy. She needed to work out her frustrations on something and there was no one left that she hadn't already beaten today that could face her ina fight without serious bodily injury, especially when she was so worked up.
She took a stance before attacking the dummy with all her strength. Punch after punch, kick after kick for more than 15 straight minutes before she entered a state above her pain and her moves, while not lessing in strength, became almost automatic.
That kiss. That perfect, mind-numbing kiss. Yoko increased her speed. Why had he kissed her? And why had it effected her so much? It wasn't like she hadn't been kissed before. Those had been nice, pleasant. But nothing like that.
Last night, after Ichigo had acted so terribly, she'd cried. Not because she'd honestly liked him but because she'd trusted him and he'd betrayed that trust. And it'd hurt. That, coupled with the fact that she'd felt useless and violated, had caused her tears. And, with a hug and a sweet kiss, Akira had taken all that away.
Yoko stopped and stared at the now worse-for-the-wear dummy, as if he held all the answers. Frustrated, she closed her eyes and drew back her fist to take one last shot and...she hit flesh. A hand.
"Huh?" She opened her eyes to see none other than Akira standing there, smiking. He closed his hand over her fist and pulled her into his arms. "Well look who it is." he said quietly. Yoko just looked at him, eyes wide. Akira smiled and dropped a short kiss on her lips. "Go get changed into street clothes Yoki ((By the way, Yoki is a nick name Akira just randomly made up for her. He'll end up using it a lot, but no one else will.))" She blinked. "Why?" she asked. He chuckled. "Well you can't exactly wander around Tokyo in a sweaty martial arts outfit, now can you?"
She looked at him, confused. "N-no I guess not. But I'm going straight home..." Akira shook his head. "No. WE are going sight seeing. Now, go change." He gently pushed her towards the only exit.
Ten minutes later, she walked walking down Akihabara ((Akihabara, for those who don't know, is a cool shopping center in Tokyo that has lots of shops with manga and computer stuffs there...it's supposedly pretty awesome)) with a man she'd just 24 hours before told Skaura she hated. He acted as if this was completely natural! Together, they walked in and out of stores, not buying anything but every now and then picking up goofy hats or sunglasses and playing with funny toys or stuffed animals. All they did was smile and laugh with each other. The got into little arguements such as which way to go or what store to go into but they were playful and done with smiles.
After walking out of a thrift store, Akira saw a sign for a carnival a few block away. with absolutely no arguement, they headed that way. Walking leisurly down the street surrounded by children, frantic parents, and colorful booths, Akira put his arm around Yoko's waist and pulled her close. He looked down at her and she was smiling up at him. He gently kissed her forehead and dragged her to the closest booth, which happened to be a dart throwing game.
"500 yen ((That's about $5, right?)) for three darts." The booth opperator said. "You hit three balloons, you pick from the top shelf; two balloons, middle; one balloon, bottem. If you miss them all, you get a beeny baby!" Akira gave the man a bill and took quick aim.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Three balloons in a row let out their air. Yoko cheered and clapped for him as the booth opperator collected the thrown darts. Akira looked at the top shelf at the oversized animals and saw the perfect one. "That one." He said, pointing. The man reached up an picked up Akira's choice, then handed it to him. Akira immediately turned and offered it to Yoko. she took it with glowing eyes and an aching heart.
She held a huge stuffed orange cat that looked just like her mother had described her father when he'd been under the Sohma curse. "Akira...It's perfect!"
They turned simultaniously to walk away. After the two had walked a few steps, Akira reached out and took Yoko's free hand in his. The two happily left the carnival hand in hand and started the walk home.
It was a while before their quiet happiness was interupted. A very familier and annoying someone stepped into their paths, legs spread and arms crossed.
"Ichigo!" Yoko said, surprised. She stepped closer to Akira with out realizing it, and he squeesed her hand tightly. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Ichigo glared at the two and said, "I came to pick you up for our date to the carnival, but I see you've already been." He looked pointedly at the large cat in Yoko's arms.
"Um, I realize that you are not stupid because I wouldn't have ever dated you if you were, but if you hadn't gotten the message, me kicking you in your soft spto was me canceling our plans." Ichigo smirked and chuckled evily, then held out a hand to her. "Kyoko, my darling, you have a lot to learn about the way relationships work. You, the woman, give me what i , the man, want. Now, I'm willing to forgive your little...outburst yesterday if you come with me now and never do it again."
Akira looked shocked...and pissed. "Oh, so the fact that you have a dick, however small it must be, dangling between your legs means that you can treat a beautiful woman the way you did and that makes it ok?" Ichigo turned and looked like he'd just noticed Akira. "Pray tell, who are you?" if looks could kill, Yoko thought while watching Akira, Ichigo would be dead. "None of your business.. But I know that you don't treat women that way. Especially one as speical as Yoko." He pulled her closer.
Ichigo glared at Akira before once again holding out his hand."Kyoko, this is your last chance. Let go of this rude mans hand and come with me. Now." Yoko looked at him seriously and said, "No." Ichigo then turned on his heels and left. Soon after he disappered from their sight, Akira and Yoko turned towards eachother and "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" They burst out laughing. "Wow, you sure can pick 'em Yoki!" Akira said between bursts.
By the time they made it back to the estate, it was sunset. They stopped in front of the door and looked at each other. Date or not, it had been perfect. "This was fun." Yoko said to him, smiling and hugging her orange cat close. Akira nodded.
He took her face into his hands and gently kissed her. "The perfect end to a perfect day with you, Yoki." He too her hand again and they walked into the house.
So, what do you think? Ichigo's a total jerk right? hehe. Lol. Anyway, forgive the spelling mistakes. The program I'm using for typeing doesn't have spell check *tear drops* and trust me, I know I need it! So, READ AND REVIEW PLEASE. I'll update soon, remember it's all about Yukino and Sakura!