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!!!

Thank you for all the reviews! I never expected to get more than 10 reviews throughout the whole story, though you could say I have real low self-esteem in myself. Truthfully, I don't write stories for praise or flattery. I write stories simply because I love writing stories so (not to be arrogant or anything…) I love reading, writing stories and reading fanfics!

Disclaimer: I do not own Flame of Recca. If I did, it'll be called Water of Tokiya (yeah sure).

CHAPTER FIVE

Tokiya looked up at the slim figure sitting on (that's right, on) his desk once he entered the classroom and almost cursed aloud. So much for his brilliant plan to get to the classroom as early as possible so nobody would be there to disturb him doing his homework (which he had been unable to do thanks to a certain purple-haired 'seductress', who, incidentally, was the one sitting relaxed on his desk.

"Well, look who it is, the Mikagami Tokiya himself," grinned Fuuko. "Did you have sweet dreams last night after the sweet little kiss you gave me, Mi-chan?"

"Look, monkey, you were starting to nag like some demoted grandma," Tokiya growled through super-clenched teeth. "That happened to be the only possible way to shut the crap out of you up."

Not to mention also being seduced by that piece of kissable tomboyish living flesh, he thought wryly.

"I had the best dreams last night," Fuuko informed him, as-a-matter-of-factly whilst ignoring what the ice-block had said. She looked at him teasingly, watching him turn at least a hundred shades of red before she started laughing. So he did know what she had been referring to.

"Are you hoping for a quick death at 18?" he bit out, in pretence indifference.

"Oh please, you wouldn't have the guts to take on me," Fuuko jeered, sticking her pink tongue out at the bishounen. "You're too soft."

Tokiya resisted the tempting urge to push his cleanly polished black shoe up the wind goddess' ass. Or, he observed, looking at her beautiful face and those luscious pink lips, kissing her again. ACK! WHAT WAS HE THINKING??? No, no, NO! This WASN'T happening! He had planned to go to university, get a degree and remain a bachelor until he was about 70 (since now he knew Yanagi was taken anyway), and then maybe get married so he could order someone to do things for him for the rest of his life.

"Mi-chan?" Fuuko asked, coming clearer into his view and walking up to him, looking at his handsome face intently. It really wasn't like him to not snap a retort, or at least give her an infamous I-swear-I'll-kill-you death glare.

Tokiya swallowed down the almost unbearable temptation to sweep her into his arms. "What? I'm here, thanks," he remarked in an as nonchalant as possible tone.

"Do you still like Yanagi-chan?" the purple-haired wind goddess questioned, her finely made eyebrows arched so high he couldn't see them through her fringe. "I mean…"

He turned around before asking himself. Do I? He pondered on this for a few long minutes, true he still cared deeply for his gentle comrade, but the feeling of wanting her and wanting to be with her was completely different—as if it had gone from a crush to a friend. Which was what it had probably done, he figured dryly, thanks to a certain purple-haired seductress.

"No," he finally answered, after what seemed like a thousand years or more to the Fuujin wielder.

Silent breathing met his answer. "Mi-chan," Fuuko started, breaking the tsunami of quietness that had descended upon the two companions. "Do you love me?"

Tokiya turned around, his eyes almost as wide as soup bowls. "Love you? Do I love you? God, Fuuko, who on earth would want to love you?"

"Domon would!" Fuuko snapped in response.

"Sure, that's because he happens to have the IQ level of a gorilla, which isn't as high as you monkeys seem to think," snorted the Ensui master.

"Oh yeah? Try explaining the big crowd of boys trying to suffocate me every morning when I go to class!" The Fuujin user poked Tokiya in the ribs, her cobalt blue eyes almost ablaze with temper.

"Simple, they're all monkeys," he answered, crossly. "It just so happens that you're the most attractive of all monkeys in class."

"Oh, Mi-chan, do you really think so?" Fuuko suddenly registered an innocent expression, her fair hands clasped on her bosom. "Why, I'm flattered."

Tokiya mentally slapped himself. Curse that wind-headed, tomboyish temptress for seducing him in the first place! "I'm not saying that monkeys are beautiful to normal humans, you idiot monkey," he finally said icily.

"Thanks, your support cheers me up tremendously," Fuuko answered, rolling her eyes. "So do you love me or not?"

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Fuuko stared blankly at her homework, trying to think of the answer to the circumference of a circle, but quickly gave up once she concluded her mind was on only one thing (or person, rather).

Mikagami Tokiya.

She sighed. She just had a hunch that he cared for her…she didn't expect him to love her, not yet, but men did have feelings after they kissed, right? Unless they were cold-blooded like Mikagami Tokiya, they did.

Only one way to find out, Fuuko figured, her beautiful face determined. Taking out her phone, she dialed Recca's number.

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"Hey, Mikagami!" Recca said, wide grin on his suntanned face, as he slammed his fist into Tokiya's back.

"I told you not to call me in school again," the Ensui wielder said through gritted teeth. "Where people can hear and see us. What's the problem now, Fuuko's engaged to Domon?"

"No," the flame master answered, still smiling cheerfully. "Fuuko's missing."

"Missing???" Tokiya stood up, almost indignantly, forcing back his chair. "If she's missing, you're supposed to be looking for her, not telling me that she is grinning like the sea-monkey that you are!"

"Hey, Mikagami, cool it," remarked Recca, jumping back a few paces to avoid Tokiya's punch. "I'll find her, okay? I promise."

"Well, you had better," Tokiya answered, clenched fists and teeth, leaning towards the flame master until he was almost nose-to-nose. "Because if you don't, I'll personally go find her and you'll also find my foot up your butt."

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Tokiya had no idea why he was so anxious. Fuuko was really missing? Or was Recca just joking? In any case, why the hell was he so worried?

No, no, no, I'm not in love with her! Tokiya told himself, denying the most possible (and obvious) answer. There must be something else, I do not love her!

It was getting late. Tokiya looked up anxiously at his apartment clock. 11:34 p.m. No Recca, no Fuuko. Earlier Yanagi had come to him and tried to assure him that Recca would find Fuuko.

What the hell was happening? Last time it would've been the other way round!

He couldn't take this anymore. He got up from the couch, grabbed a jacket, and ran out of his apartment to find her.

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WHEE! How was it? I hope it's longer than the last chapter! Once again thanks to all my lovely reviewers! Anyone guess where Fuuko went? By the way, sorry if anyone is acting OOC. I was out of inspiration for quite a while. And sorry I took soooo long to update! I try to be on schedule, and update by next weekend! Right, I'm off to music class. Toodles!