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Author's Notes: Thanks so much to all who reviewed! I'm glad you enjoyed that first chapter! Hope you like this one as much!
Chapter Two
When Fuuko was fourteen years old, her mother enrolled her in a short culinary course for summer, in hopes of getting her to stay out of trouble. She had initially detested it, she had always hated being controlled and she just knew this was one of her mother's way of controlling her. That was until one day when their instructor served her the most amazing chocolate soufflé and promised that if she behaved he would teach her how to make it. She did behave as much as she could that whole summer, enough to learn a couple of rather complicated recipes. Her mother was ecstatic but Fuuko gladly informed her that she had no plans of pursuing the finer art of cooking. She never really thought it did much for her, it seemed like a waste of time. But now that she was staring at the spread she slaved over the previous night, she thought maybe it wasn't as much of a waste as she had initially thought.
This was just her way of apologizing, Fuuko tried to convince herself. After all, she did get him into a lot of trouble, even though that wasn't her intention at all. She tried not to think that it could mean anything else. She spent four hours last night cooking up a fancy meal for a boy just to apologize; that was all.
Fuuko glanced at her wristwatch. It was five minutes past twelve and the Ensui master should be barging from those metal doors any second now. She put her manipulative skills to good use to make sure that Domon, Recca and Yanagi won't be showing up on the rooftop where Team Hokage regularly met for lunch. That was so she could have him alone…to apologize. That was all.
Tokiya climbed the steps towards the rooftop two at a time, setting a blaze in his path. He was hungry and he was cranky. His male classmates had dared tease him about the incident at the shower room two days before. They thought that if he was brazen enough to do something like that then that made him just like them. Stupid and ruled by their hormones. He finally lost his cool when a pimply asshole asked if Fuuko was still tight since they've heard rumors that she'd been sleeping around since she was fifteen. He socked the disrespectful little swot right in the nose and he was not sorry for it. Not one bit. He tried not to think of it as defending Fuuko. He was defending all women. Women, no matter what their background, deserved respect and should not be treated with such callousness. Yeah, that was it.
And he was hungry. And all he had were crackers because he forgot his lunch at home and he would rather starve than suffer that garbage they served at the school canteen. This day was turning out horrible.
He pushed the metal doors to the rooftop open, expecting to be greeted by a bunch of rowdy juniors he forced himself to call friends but was instead met by a rather expectant Fuuko, sitting primly on a red and white plaid picnic blanket. In front of her were three open tupperwares filled with warm, inviting food. His stomach grumbled in reaction.
"Hey," she said shyly.
He walked up to her cautiously, as if the food could explode at any given moment.
"I know this is very uncharacteristic of me, but don't worry, I'm not planning to kill you. Nor have I gone insane," Fuuko said with a straight face.
"What is this then?" he asked. She had just managed to tick off two of his initial conclusions.
"Take a seat first," she asked gently.
Tokiya took an empty spot on the blanket, directly across her, the food arranged in a line between them.
Fuuko cleared her throat once he had settled comfortably on his haunches. "I just wanted to say sorry for getting you into so much trouble the past of couple of days. I know I've been a bit capricious and selfish and I should've listened to you the first time you said no."
Tokiya smirked. "You make me sound like a girl."
"That's sexist but I'll let it pass just this once."
He snorted. "There's really no need for an apology, Fuuko. I got to kiss you and watch you shower. I should be thanking you."
Fuuko tilted her head and looked at him bemusedly. "Are you actually admitting that you're attracted to me?"
"Fuuko, we've made out in the shower room in the middle of a school day. I think we're well past modesty and denials," he said with a smirk.
She threw her head back and laughed, the sunlight hitting her face in ways that made her look ethereal to him. "Well, regardless, I already made all this food. We might as well share it."
"You cooked?"
She nodded eagerly. "My mother made me take a course when I was fourteen. I hated it but I guess I just have a natural affinity for learning things."
Tokiya couldn't counter her claim. He knew first hand just how quickly she could pick things up, just as she had managed to master Fuujin so fast. He had never hidden the fact that he thought she was intelligent and had always counted on her to bring up the brain power within Team Hokage. He picked up an egg roll from one of the plastic containers and popped it into his mouth whole. He wasn't kidding when he said he was hungry. He was happy to learn that it was just as good as it looked.
"I take it you like it?" she asked, watching him keenly.
He nodded before taking another one. Her face brightened with the force of her smile. He gulped down the masticated food in his mouth. "The gorilla and seamonkey are missing out. Where is everyone by the way?"
She averted her gaze and shrugged. "I don't know."
He gave her a pointed look.
"Okay, I tricked them into signing up for the Red Cross blood drive. They're all across town right now draining blood out of unsuspecting college students. I have nothing to apologize to them for, so they don't get to eat my food, okay?" she whined defensively.
Tokiya snickered none too gently. "Sometimes I wonder how Uruha didn't get to you first with how cunning and unscrupulous you could get."
"Kagerou moves fast," she returned swiftly with an easy grin.
He sampled more of her cooking and urged her to eat as well. An easy conversation fell between them. They talked about life, school and their friends. It had always been like that between them, even back when they were reluctant teammates. He had always been strangely at ease with her. He was never self-conscious around her and had always found her engaging. But somehow he'd never noticed before. Perhaps it was the kiss or the fact that he had seen her stripped down to her skivvies, but it was as if he was suddenly so completely aware of her and her effect on him now.
"This took me three years to perfect," Fuuko said as she carefully handled a ramequin with some fudgy looking brown pastry.
"Really?"
"No, I'm still trying to perfect it. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't. Do you have any idea how much precision and patience it takes to make a soufflé?" She inspected the dish and admired the fluffy excess at the top. "I bet you'd make really good soufflé, Mi-chan. You're the perfect amount of anal for it."
Tokiya smirked at her teasing. "Shut up woman and let me taste that."
Fuuko handed him the soufflé dish along with dessertspoon. He heard her gasp with relief when the soufflé held up after he stabbed it with his spoon. She bit her lip in anticipation as he took his first bite.
"Exceptional job," he said, smiling sincerely at her. He took another bite for himself before spooning up a healthy amount and gingerly pushed it against her lips. The chocolate glided inside her open mouth and she let out a moan of satisfaction.
"I'm good," she beamed proudly.
"No contest here," he indulged her.
They shared the sweet treat between them, with him feeding her from the spoon that graced his mouth. Neither tried to think about the absolute familiarity and intimacy of their actions.
Tokiya scraped off the final serving of soufflé from the bottom of the white ceramic. "Last bite goes to you," he said decidedly. He slipped the spoon inside her awaiting mouth. The chocolate pastry was a delight to eat but hearing her soft hums she made as she ate was so much more rewarding.
"You have a little something there," he said as she swallowed her treat. He pointed to the corner of her mouth where some chocolate smeared out from between her lips. Her pink tongue peeked out to try and clean off the morsel but couldn't seem to wipe it off completely.
Tokiya crawled towards her with sinuous grace and without thought licked it from the very corner of her lips. The wind was knocked out of her and Fuuko could do nothing but sit still as he thoroughly cleaned the chocolate off her skin. When there was nothing left he started placing soft, fleeting kisses on the skin around her mouth.
"Mi-chan," she said breathily, "I'm not trying to seduce you."
Lustful grey eyes met perplexed brown ones. "You never really had to try."
Her eyes fluttered with want at his words and that was all the permission he needed. He swooped in and kissed her hard, his tongue slipping inside her mouth to savor the remnants of chocolate and her own personal flavor. He pushed her down to lie on the blanket and his form molded with her pliant body.
"You taste better than anything in the world," he hummed against her mouth.
Tokiya continued to kiss her while his hands familiarized themselves with her body. He massaged her thighs, encouraging her to part for him. The moment they fell open, he settled between them, loving the feel of heat between them. Her hands reached up to tangle between his silver strands. The pull of her fingers were such pleasurable pain that he couldn't help but moan shamelessly. She writhed underneath him, pressing herself so hard against his body as if she was trying to crawl inside.
His hand traveled upwards from her thigh, purposefully letting his knuckles brush over right breast before searching out for the buttons of her school shirt. He deftly unclasped her blouse and his hands flitted over the bare tops of her breasts. He wanted so much to lean down and kiss them but for the life of him he couldn't part with her mouth. He felt her hand wrap around one of his and she guided him to cup a full breast over her bra. She shrieked when he squeezed hard, the soft flesh spilling over his hand.
He could hear the bell ringing somewhere far away telling them that lunch period was over.
"Mi-chan," she began to protest.
"Just a little more," he coaxed her. His mouth descended upon her lips once more and effectively made her forget about anything else. He'd gotten a bit more daring and let both hands slip under her bra and twisted her puffy, pink nipples. His mind reeled at the thought of just how hard they had gotten and how they'd probably taken a darker shade of pink. He moved to lift the cups over her tits.
"We've found Mr. Mikagami and Ms. Kirisawa."
…
"I hate you."
"It can't be that bad, Fuuko."
"My mother grounded me AND I'm suspended from school. The only acceptable reason to miss school is if a psychotic monster is trying to take over the world!" she screamed maniacally over the phone's receiver.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he muttered, sounding uncharacteristically apologetic.
"And she took my TV away so I can't even watch Friends," she said pettily.
Tokiya managed to chuckle in spite of the situation. "Sneak out."
Fuuko stopped chewing the inside of her mouth. "What?"
"Sneak out and come to my place. We'll watch Friends on my flat screen. I'm sure you've done it a million times before. You're the badass after all," he wheedled. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he shouldn't be tempting her to do bad things, but he seriously wanted to see her and touch her and yeah.
Fuuko bit her bottom lip. She knew perfectly well that if she went to his apartment they wouldn't be watching television. "I'll be there in fifteen."
Tokiya counted down the minutes with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. The moment Fuuko walks inside her door that was it. There would be nothing and no one to interrupt them. This was it. Oh fuck, he was so hard.
The soft rapping on the door alerted him to her arrival. He walked swiftly and opened the unlocked doors.
"You learn to knock now?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.
Her hands were clasped behind her and her legs shut tight together presenting a perfect picture of innocence. Fuuko had never looked so sexy to him as in that moment.
"I just wanted to make sure you really wanted to let me in," she said.
He leaned forward and hooked an arm around her waist and half pulled, half carried her inside the apartment. "You should know by now, Fuuko that I never do things half-way."
She smirked up at him and placed a tender kiss underneath his chin. "Is that so?"
"Mm-hmm." He nuzzled her cheeks before leaning down further to nibble on her earlobe. "You started this, you know," he whispered near her ear, making her the hair on her skin stand up on end.
"And you're going to end it," she said confidently.
He chuckled darkly and grabbed the sides of her face. "I have no intentions of ending this."
Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion. Had she completely read him wrong?"
He smirked at the question mark on her face. "I'm a very possessive man, Fuuko. Once I have you, you're mine."
A sharp intake of breath entered her lungs as she realized the implication of his words. What started out as a spontaneous and dangerous game had escalated into something that she still struggled to understand. On the surface Tokiya was a cold, calculating and ruthless man. But she knew underneath that strong façade he was a passionate and caring boy. After all, he dedicated most of his life avenging the memory of those that he loved most. It wouldn't be so bad to be his.
Her lips quirked into a smile and she nodded almost imperceptibly but the movement was not lost on him. In mere moments he picked her up by the waist and she readily wrapped her legs around his hips. Their eyes never strayed anywhere else as he carried her inside the darkness of his bedroom, the swathes of moonlight illuminating their silhouettes.
No words were spoken between them as he moved to take off her shirt and unclasped her bra before he divested himself of his top. He eyed her denim shorts predatorily before moving to unbutton them. He pushed them to the floor along with her panties and she stepped out of them quickly. He evened the playing field and quickly discarded his grey sweat pants; she was shocked to find out that he wore nothing underneath. And that he was already standing up, hard and ready for her.
Fuuko feasted on the vision of a naked Tokiya. She had always known he was fit, years of training and battling would do that. But looking at him now she couldn't help but get the feeling that she had stumbled into some sort of teen Hollywood flick and was presented with the hottest heartthrob it had to offer. He was all lean muscles wrapped in unblemished pale skin. Her eyes travelled from the his long and elegant fingers to the subtle veins on his arms and up his toned biceps before settling on his puffed chests and tempting six-pack abs. His legs were powerful and strong, just like his countenance and his calves were slightly peppered with curly silver hair. Her eyes finally landed on the soft tuft of silver hair that nestled his long and thick cock. The angry, red bulbous head seemed to be pointing threateningly at her. Oh Kami, how was that going to fit inside her?
Tokiya could practically smell her anxiety in the air as she studied his nude form. He smirked as her eyes zoned in on his manhood and he wondered if she was aware that she had just licked her lips. Those gorgeous, pink lips, oh fuck he had so many ideas how he could put them to good use.
"I take it you approve?" he said teasingly.
She balked at his words. "Not too shabby, Mi-chan."
He didn't mind her offhanded words; her actions spoke louder. "Come here."
"You come here," she returned petulantly.
He shrugged. "If that's how you want it."
Fuuko squeaked as he stalked up to her and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. She could feel his cock pressing insistently against her stomach and heat pooled between her legs. He buried his head on the nook of her neck and sucked on her skin, hard enough to leave a mark. Her fingernails made crescent moons on his back as she suffered through the unrelenting force of his lips on her neck. He kissed down her collarbone until he reached the tops of her breasts. She let out a satisfying groan when his mouth closed over her hardened nipple and sucked as if he was trying to milk her dry.
"Oh Kami, Mi-chan. That feels so good," she muttered mindlessly, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging him closer even as she pushed herself deeper into his mouth.
His hands travelled down her back and gripped her ass tightly to hold her in place. He switched his attention to her other breast and laved the mound until it was good and slick with his saliva. Her legs wobbled as her moans got louder and more demanding and he thought they had better move it to the bed. He squeezed her ass with his large hands before picking her up easily in his arms, her legs wrapped around his hips and in two steps they fell on the bed. He landed on top of her, her nipples scratching against his hard chest and his cock nestled between her legs. He couldn't help but rub himself between her pussy lips, she was so fucking wet.
"Damn, Fuuko. If you feel so good just like this, how much better can it get when I'm inside you?" he asked huskily.
Despite their position and current state of undress, Fuuko still managed to blush at his sensual words. "I guess we'll find out," she said with ironic shyness.
He smirked and nodded. He kissed her once more, a deep, slow and tender kiss. His hand reached between their sweaty bodies and took hold of his hardness. He teased her moist opening with the eager head of his cock before he slowly pushed inside her warmth.
CRASH
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he groaned as he stopped his movement.
Fuuko stiffened underneath him. "What the hell was that?"
Tokiya trained his ears and quickly recognized what seemed to be a loud susurrus and bass thumping music.
"Are your neighbors having a party?" she whispered.
"My neighbors consist of a socially inept alcoholic and an eighty year old couple, I don't think so," he answered sardonically.
"A simple yes or no will suffice," she teased, used to his sarcastic nature.
There was knock on his bedroom door followed by a deep, throaty voice they were all too familiar with. "Yo, Mi-bou, get up!"
"Holy shit!" they swore in unison. They scrambled off the bed in wild panic. He began throwing her clothes at her while he busied himself with putting back his pants on and haphazardly slipped his head through his shirt. The moment Fuuko buttoned her shorts Tokiya opened the door.
"'Sup Mikaga-Fuuko-chan? What are you doing here?" Domon stared at the wind mistress as if she had grown another head.
Tokiya said the first thing that came to his head. "I was showing the new war novel I was reading."
Domon's eyes inspected the room. "Then why are the lights turned off?"
"The book was glow in the dark," Fuuko immediately supplied unhelpfully.
Domon eyed her suspiciously.
"It was a boring book, they needed to do stuff to spice it up." She batted her eyelashes at him.
The sound of glass breaking distracted them from their exchange.
"What the fuck is going on in my living room, Ishijima?"
Domon grinned maniacally. "Surprise!"
Tokiya and Fuuko rushed outside the bedroom with Domon following hot on their heels. It was as if Tokiya's world just cracked underneath him as he was greeted with the sight of his schoolmates (some he recognized, some he didn't) jumping around like a bunch of animals in time with the music (if he could call the frenzied, seemingly cocaine-induced beats music) that blared from gargantuan speakers that he was pretty sure he did not own.
"What is this?" Tokiya screamed over the noise.
"That would be Ke$ha," Domon supplied immediately.
Tokiya glared at him as if he was willing the oafish reprobate to spontaneously combust with just the force of his eyes. "That's not what I meant."
Domon was undeterred. "We needed a party, man! You just got your first suspension!" He walked in front of Fuuko and Tokiya and boisterously addressed the crowd, "Mikagami doesn't have a stick up his ass!"
"YEAH!" The crowd eagerly replied.
Tokiya was a bit thankful that Domon was probably not aware of the nature of his suspension; otherwise he wouldn't be feeling celebratory. But for the love of all things good, why this?
Fuuko eyed the crowd warily, noticing the bottles of beer on everyone's hand. "This is not good."
As if on cue a loud knock on the door was heard. "Tokyo Police Department!"
…
"We hate you."
Domon cringed as the couple sitting to his right in the backseat of a police mobile side-eyed him. "What did I do?"
To be continued…
End Author's Notes: So it turns out this will be a three-parter. Hehe. I think I'll finish this first before I jump back in to ESILY world. Next chapter should be up before the end of the week. HOPE YOU HAD FUN READING AS MUCH AS I HAD FUN WRITING! I WOULD APPRECIATE FEEDBACK! MWAH!