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!!!

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Disclaimer: I don't own FOR. If I did, Tokiya and Fuuko would've been MARRIED by now!

CHAPTER SIX

Tokiya collapsed onto his bed, panting. He closed his clear sky blue eyes and wondered where on earth the stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid monkey could be. He was certain that he'd checked every last place in Japan. And because of that, the usual crowd of girls had trailed after him smiling like the gaga dolls they were.

He looked up at the clock. 1:57 a.m. God, it was late. He was sure that he had a wrinkle coming. Darn that purple-haired stupid temptress. Tokiya got up, smoothed his disheveled silver hair, and walked out of his apartment, locking the door in the process, with only one destination in mind: Hanabishi Recca's house.

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Fuuko yawned and rubbed her dark blue eyes. Damn it. She could never get to sleep in someone's house (especially in this case: Recca's couch) as well as she could in her own. Especially if you were laughing and watching a frantic Mikagami Tokiya look practically all over Japan for her. She smiled sleepily, recalling his indignant, desperate look as he went around looking for her. True she had been stalking him and he ran almost as swiftly as a horse, almost like one of his "zombie fan girls", as she put it, but it was worth it.

A sharp rapping on the door startled her. The couch in Recca's house was pretty near the front door. Scratch that, it was practically in front of the giant wooden door. She walked towards the door, opened it and didn't bother stifling a gasp.

"Mi-chan?"

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Tokiya stared at the slender figure in front of him. The exact figure he'd been looking for.

"Mi-chan?"

"…Fuuko…what are you doing here?" the bishounen asked, hardly daring to believe his crystal eyes, his voice merely but a dangerous growl.

"Uh…sleeping over?" she asked, knowing very well she was treading on very thin ice.

"Kirisawa Fuuko!" Tokiya hissed poisonously. "I've been looking all over Japan for you just to find out you were pulling a prank on me?"

It all made sense now, why Recca was smiling while telling him that Fuuko was 'missing' (Recca had never been a good actor), and why he couldn't find her no matter where he'd bothered looking. Darn it, when the hell had his head been so fogged up he couldn't just see through a simple trick like that?

Since he'd fallen in love with that stinking seductress, that's when. Torn between relief and anger, he had no idea whether to hug her or to rip her to shreds presently. Especially with that outfit she was wearing, a shirt (presumably Recca's, since it was really big for her slender form) in which he could see a bit of her cleavage (he noticed, flushing a bit), hanging loosely from her slim shoulders and striped boxers (definitely Recca's).

"Uh…yeah?" she asked nervously, staring at the concrete ground, before glancing up and smiling triumphantly. "So was I correct that you care about me?"

Tokiya turned a deep magenta before finally giving in to the fact that had been edging in his mind for so long. "If I didn't, would I have gone and looked all over Japan for you?" he snapped.

"So do you love me or not?" Fuuko asked impatiently.

"God, Fuuko, what the hell do you want me to do? Hug you? Kiss you? Make love right here and right now with you? For Gods sakes, of course I love you!"

"Actually I just wanted to hear you say yes, but 'I love you' is much, much better, Mi-chan," Fuuko grinned, tilting her head up innocently.

"Kirisawa—" the Ensui wielder growled, before getting cut off by tender lips on his own. His eyes automatically shut as he felt slim arms around his neck. His pale hand closed onto her face, tenderly caressing her brightly flushed cheek.

His free arm snaked his way to her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. He pulled away after a good five minutes, breathless. She leaned against his shoulder, her bright purple hair wildly curled around her beautiful face.

"Fuuko…"

She looked up, staring straight into his crystal clear eyes. "Yes?" she whispered.

"Would you marry me?"

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Fuuko smiled groggily as she scrawled across the soft bed. "Aaaaaaah…this is a lot better than Recca's couch. Sorry for the trouble, Mi-chan, but I couldn't go back home, I already told mum that I would be sleeping over and I wouldn't want to go back in the middle of the night."

"It's nothing," he answered, arched eyebrows. "Uh, Fuuko, where am I going to sleep if you're going to be all scrawled out like a mermaid on the bed?"

"Couch," Fuuko answered, grinning lazily.

Tokiya made a wonderful snorting noise that tempted Fuuko to imitate it. "This is my bed. And it so happens my bed is in my apartment. Did I mention it was mine? Let's emphasize on the my."

"Yeah, but isn't there a guest room?"

"Have I emphasized on the my?"

"Aw…Mi-chan…"

"Absolutely not. I'm not sleeping on my sofa nor my guest room," Tokiya answered sternly.

Fuuko shot him a puppy-dog look, her dark clear eyes wide and her pink luscious lips in a cute pout. "Fuuko," Tokiya warned, his eyes narrow.

"Please…" the wind goddess begged pleadingly, not releasing him from her puppy-dog look.

He stared at her hardly, his handsome features stern, before his face softened into one of the sweetest smiles she had ever seen Mikagami Tokiya smiled.

"Fine, I'll sleep on you." Saying this, he took off his jacket and proceeded to the bed.

"MI-CHAN! GET OFF! WE'RE NOT MARRIED YET!"

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Next chapter's the final one! Looks like I'm going to accomplish my mission to make it below eight chapters. Thanks again for all the reviews! I love you guys! Sorry if the chapter is short, if the characters behaved in an OOC manner and if it was too fast again. It's just that I can't stand slow love stories. PEACE OUT!