Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to upload another chapter. I've had to deal with mid-term at my college and i was getting ready for an anime convention last weekend. I've also had tons of homework...can i say i hate my 3d design teacher and my speech teacher? LOL. Like i said i'm sorry and i'll try to upload maybe one more if i can. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Mimiko woke again to Jiro's sleeping face in front of her, smiling in exasperation she rolled over to see Kotaro sprawled over half of the bed while she and Jiro were cuddled on the other side. She had a vague suspicion that Kotaro would wake up in the middle of her and Jiro's dead sleep and move her over into his brothers' arms, but she couldn't prove it. Covering her mouth as she yawned she glanced over at the clock, 9:30 a.m. She settled back into Jiros' arms, inhaling his scent as she thought about their schedule for the day.

For about a month now, she, Jiro, and Kotaro had lived in the home across the street from her old apartment. They had moved everything in fairly quickly and decided which rooms each would have. That lasted for only a day, for Kotaro couldn't sleep without Mimiko in the room now. So she had, a little reluctantly, moved into their room. Thankfully Jiro, when he didn't sleep in his coffin, liked to sleep in a massive bed, so there was plenty of room for all three of them. Over the last few weeks she found she wasn't a typical vampire but was more like Kotaro. She ate food, didn't sleep late, though later than she usually did, and running water didn't bother her. She did have a small problem with sun but it wasn't as bad as Jiro, which she was thankful for since daytime was the only time she could get food for them.

Sighing she pulled away from Jiro and crawled out of the massive bed to grab some clothes for the day. After pulling off her sleeping shirt she yawned while stretching her back muscles. Her canines elongated at the act and retracted as she relaxed. It had taken a few days for her to get used to the sharp teeth but luckily it didn't take long for her mouth to customize itself to the new digits. Walking into the closet she dressed in a simple pair of sweat pants and a tank top. After brushing her hair and teeth she wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. Turning on the coffee maker she pulled out a couple of bowls and a skillet. "Hmm, pancakes seem like a good idea this morning." She mumbled to herself as she pulled out the ingredients to make them. She was flipping her fifth pancake when Kotaro stumbled in rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning Kotaro." She greeted.

"Morning Mimi, what's for breakfast?" he asked, his voice still sounding like sleep.

"Pancakes." She smiled placing a plate in front of him along with maple syrup and a glass of milk.

Kotaro cheered and started digging in. Grabbing her mug she poured herself some coffee and sat down to eat a few herself. By the time they were finished Jiro stumbled downstairs, yawning so hard tears came to his eyes. "It is far too early for food." He complained when she offered to make him something. He grabbed a mug and poured the rest of the coffee into it, drinking it down in four gulps while Mimiko grimaced. After washing the dishes Jiro took her downstairs into the basement, Kotaro following along.

When they had found out there was a basement downstairs, Jiro had promptly named it the practice room. It was quite large, seeing as how it was under their apartment and under the backyard. As soon as they were moved in he had made the basement his little project room and outfitted it with various weapons, exercising equipment, and different sparring equipments. Since he had finished it, about a week ago, he and Mimiko had gone down there to train for any problems that may occur while in the Special Zone.

Mimiko's skills had improved greatly since that first day. She now could hold her own against Jiro and some of the time beat him. Unfortunately they hadn't had an encounter like the one on the first day and Mimiko was starting to feel urges again. She didn't know what to do and how to approach Jiro about this. Sure she still touched herself while showering, but she craved the contact of another's' hands or body connected with hers. Zelman had helped her the first time, but now that they were in their own place she didn't feel right about going to him for help when she was sure Jiro would know what to do, and even if he didn't she still wouldn't go to Zelman. He had gotten a little overbearing the last few days they had been at Sei's.

As they practiced Mimiko could feel her body temperature increasing and could feel her body becoming flushed and sensitive. Her breasts felt heavy as she parried the thrusts of Jiro's sword coming towards her. Her senses sharpened. She could see every bead of sweat as it slid down his forehead, down his neck, and onto his collarbone where it stayed until he moved. It then began traveling down the hills and valleys that made up his chest and abs before dripping into his belly button. Her mouth watered when her nose sharpened acutely, he smelled delicious and her womb clenched as she heard the pants coming out of his mouth.

So caught up in her senses she didn't realize he had maneuvered her to the wall. He thrust forward and she knocked his sword to the side leaping back only to hit the wall. Jiro's momentum carried him into her and she felt the breath rush out of her as his body connected with hers. Accidentally dropping her sword her hands raised to his waist where they settled heavily as she tried to catch her breath, but with every breath she took in, his scent surrounded her, clogging her head up and making her dizzy with desire. Her body shifted to settle against him more comfortably. His right leg was between her thighs and his face was buried in the side of her neck panting against her heavily. Mimiko shivered at every pant her eyes clouding and skin tingling.

Jiro shifted against her, his chest brushing against hers causing her nipples to tighten and her womb to clench deliciously. She gasped as her knees weakened and she slumped downward, his knee pressing against her caused her to suck in a breath as she caught herself, trying to stiffen her legs so she wouldn't fall against him. She moaned her back arching to feel the sensation of him against her. He slowly pulled his head away from her neck and looked into her eyes. She saw his blue eyes darken with desire as he breathed in her aroused scent and her chest heaved with the harshness of her pants. She felt like a cat in heat and her body wanted Jiros'.

When he tried to pull away she gripped his sides harder, sliding her hands up and around so she could grab onto the muscles at the top of his back. She lifted her leg to wrap around his waist pulling him closer into her embrace. She buried her face into his chest sliding her tongue out and licking a trail up to his neck. "Jiro." She whispered in a voice husky with need. She slid her hands down his back, marveling at the muscles and his warmth before settling on his lower waist. "I want you."

She kissed his collarbone as she slid her hands around and up his abs, across his pecs, and around his neck. Using his shoulders as leverage she pulled herself up so she could kiss his jaw, his chin, the corners of his mouth. She pulled away to look into his eyes and what she saw sent a tremor up from her toes to the tip of her head. His eyes were midnight blue now and hazed with the same fierce desire that consumed her. Tangling her hands in the hair at the nape of his neck and laying her hand against his cheek she pulled him down slowly to her. Their noses brushed, their foreheads touched, and their breaths mingled in the centimeters of space between their lips. Eyes lowered she stared at his mouth before she angled her head up and brushed her lips against his.

That soft brush was all it took before Jiro snapped. One arm curled into the hair at the back of her neck while the other lowered to hook her leg up higher against his waist. He pressed harder against her, making sure she felt every inch of his body. She gasped as he enhanced the kiss. Brushing his tongue across the seam of her lips until she allowed him entry into her mouth. His tongue investigated the crevices of her mouth, leaving no place unexplored and leaving her breathless. His tongue swept across hers urging her to match his movements until they were both fighting for dominance, suddenly his tongue brushed against one of her fangs and she groaned, feeling as if she had been stroked between her legs. She reciprocated curling her own around one of his fangs before sucking. He sucked in a breath and bucked his hips up against hers.

She could feel how hard he was and cherished the feeling of his body pressed against hers. Her hand moved down from his cheek to touch his body, awed with all the muscles he had. His hand slid up from the back of her knee to her thigh, the sensation causing shivers and making her moan as she broke away from his kiss to draw in breath. He kissed down her cheek, to her neck where he moved back up to nibbled on her ear. Licking they rim he whispered. "Alice."

Mimiko stiffened, eyes wide and all signs of arousal vanished. Hurt beyond belief she slammed her hands into his chest and pushed him with all the vampire strength she had away from her. He flew backwards about six feet before landing on his back. Choking back a sob she ran up the stairs slamming the door behind her. She passed Kotaro watching tv as she headed towards their room. She quickly ran in and locked herself in the adjoining bathroom.

She slid her back down the door, landing in an emotionally wounded heap on the floor. Wrapping her arms around her chest she let the sobs wrack her body, shaking so hard she wondered if it was her or an earthquake. Her tears flowed freely and she moved her hands up to her mouth trying to stifle her cries as the pain hit her like a ton of bricks. Her hair fell down around her, breaking from the band she had used to keep it out of the way during their practice session. Closed off from the rest of the world she sat there trembling from her sensitive skin and unfulfilled desires and the pain Jiro's mistake had caused her.