Only One Woman

Anime: Flame of Recca

Genre: Romance/General

Pairings: TOFUU!

Warnings: Real bad plot and writing

Summary: Yanagi gets married to Recca, leaving Tokiya heartbroken. And only one woman can mend the bishounen's broken heart. TOFUU!!!

A very special thanks to all who reviewed! I LOVE YOU GUYS! I think I got a bit off topic, in the last chapter…I personally think the last chapter wasn't really necessary, other than telling that Tokiya hasn't totally got over Yanagi yet. Hopefully I'll be able to slowly make him in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own FOR. If I did, Mori Kouran wouldn't exist.

CHAPTER THREE

"I'm only going because of Yanagi."

Tokiya grimaced, thinking about the last sentence he had said before running off with Fuuko chasing him. Scratch that, he had been running for his life. Mikagami Tokiya, able to slash the fiercest fighters in Japan into half in a blink of an eye, couldn't handle the wrath of a female monkey.

He glanced around him, to his surroundings, wondering what—or rather, who—had gotten him here in the first place. He leaned against the wall; arms folded indifferently, a scowl curving on his lips. Recca suddenly spun into the Ensui Master's view, dressed in a messily fit tuxedo, bow tied crookedly. "What do you think? Pretty classy, eh?" Recca grinned cockily.

Tokiya's scoffed, and delivered, in an icy tone, "Hanabishi, my foot is probably more classy than you in the tuxedo. I bet Yanagi-san would probably prefer you clad in nun's robes than in your so-quote 'classy' dinner jacket."

Recca ignored his comment, skipping away to the girls' changing rooms, knocking on a door and going, "Hime, are you done yet?"

"Recca, you MORON, Yanagi's in the next changing room!" Fuuko's unmistakable voice rang out.

The Flame Master immediately shrunk back. "Jeez, sorry! How was I supposed to know? All the changing rooms look alike to me!"

Tokiya snorted. "Idiot sea-monkey."

The yellow plastic door of the changing room slammed open, revealing a fully dressed Fuuko, which made Tokiya's jaw drop open, and would've dropped right off if it weren't hinged to his face. "Mi-chan, how do I look? Does this look good?"

He glanced at her from top to bottom; staring at the white dress almost flooded in laces, with a neckline low enough to make every guy on the planet's hormones rage. Even though he would never admit it, his hormones were frothing through his usual aloof expression. "It's a nice dress," he admitted so softly Fuuko had to bend down to catch it.

"Aww, Mi-chan, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me!" Fuuko placed her hands onto her heart for emphasis, smiling sweetly at the Ensui master.

"Don't get used to it, monkey, it would be an even nicer dress on someone else," Tokiya said crossly, scowling.

The door of the other room opened, producing a pretty Yanagi, wearing a tight (the Ensui wielder noted that because of the fact that Recca was speechless, which he never had been), extremely revealing, and almost invisible wedding gown, fully comprised with a matching creamish-white coloured veil.

"Whoa! Yanagi!" was all Recca could choke out through surprise and utter joy.

Tokiya, too, found himself speechless. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came up was a rusty-sounding croak. Fuuko's cobalt blue eyes were wide, before smiling, taking Yanagi's hand and saying, in a rather loud voice, "You're SEXY!"

Recca and Domon echoed, jumping up like monkeys, and attracting attention from many passer-bys in the process of doing so. The silver-haired bishounen beside them carefully turned his head, signaling to the crowd that—"I do not know them".

"Mi-chan, don't you think Yanagi's hot?" The wind goddess suddenly visualized into his view. "I bet the red carpet would be flooded in drool from guys with their mouths wide open, staring at Yanagi and suchlike, eh?"

"Either that, or from how terribly horrendous you look compared to Yanagi-san," Tokiya interjected coldly.

"You are coming for the wedding, right, Mikagami-sempai?" Yanagi swiftly interrupted, before Fuuko could spit back a biting retort.

The bishounen turned away from Yanagi, feeling his heart ache a bit. "I'll be busy. I probably won't," he answered, a tad bit curtly.

"Mikagami-sempai…" Yanagi pleaded, pulling his arm.

"Just leave it!" he snapped crossly, jerking his arm out of her grasp, before realizing the tears threatening to fall from the Healer's eyes. He mentally slapped himself, but remarked, monotonously, "I'm busy. I can't come."

Tokiya turned and started walking towards the exit, not daring to turn back, for he didn't know which was worse: a flaming Recca or a crying Yanagi.

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"Mi-chan! Mi-chan! Wait up!"

Fuuko ran after Tokiya, panting but reaching him nonetheless, especially since he had paused and appeared to be waiting for her. Oh sure, he's waiting for me…in my dreams, she mentally figured, dismissing the previous thought. He's probably just waiting for me so he can tell me in a monotone that he won't be coming so I'd better stop asking him.

"Make this quick, monkey," the Ensui master remarked once the Fuujin wielder reached him.

"Mi-chan, stop acting like a spoilt brat!" she chided roughly, tugging his hair as if for punishment. "Yanagi didn't do anything wrong, and you needn't behave like this just because she likes Recca better!"

She froze. Did she really just say what she thought she just said? Oh Gods. He'd kill her now, for sure. "I'm sure you've got a brilliant way of perking me up, monkey, but so far I don't think it's working," she could hear him growl dangerously.

"Mi-chan, just listen—"

"Why should I? The last time I did, it got me into a wedding gown shop."

"Quit behaving like a kid, Mi-chan! Why are you acting like this? You're supposed to be the mature one!"

"Oh, I don't know why I'm acting this way, probably because Yanagi doesn't know I like her, and that stinking sea-monkey doesn't deserve her, and also maybe because you tried cheering me up by telling me she preferred Recca—"

He got cut off as Fuuko rammed a fist to his ribcage, which, in the process, he was sure she had not only cut off his blood system, but also cracked at least fifty percent of his ribs. "Mi-chan, you're such a girl," she snapped angrily, as he doubled over.

He titled his head up and glared at her. "You just wait, Kirisawa, I'll get you for this."

"Oh really?" Fuuko sneered, enjoying the view from her height. "And what, exactly, are you going to—"

The words were lost in her mouth as he stood up, titled her head and pressed his lips against hers.

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Chapter 3 completed! Phew! Sorry I took a little while but I couldn't find inspiration at all! And sorry if this chapters sounds a bit ridiculous and the characters are all OOC…I know I made Tokiya sound pretty stupid…