Chapter 6-Kazuma POV-I do not own Fruits Basket
This chapter is super short. Really, it's just an opportunity for me to help Kazuma gain some perspective on his recent romantic adventure and prep him for the next chapter he is in. Poor Kazuma-san…he's such a nice guy and so totally out of his league, and yet I suspect he will catch on and catch up pretty quick! He's inexperienced, but he's a quick study.
In other news… sorry about the wait for the update. The last two weeks have been a roller coaster of major issues. Both my daughter and I have been badly ill resulting in trips to the emergency room and urgent care. Everyone seems okay now, but I just didn't have the time or energy to update sooner or respond to everyone's comments. I will respond to all reviews and comments and I will try to update this story twice this week. I may also be leaving this job soon which will cut down considerably on my time for writing (I know that sounds weird, but I do all my writing at work…I'm just too busy at home!). I will try to finish this story prior to leaving the job. Thanks for your patience!
I just sat there on the stone bench for the longest time, trying to wrap my mind around what had just transpired. My feelings threatened to overwhelm me, making rational thought difficult to say the least.
First of all, how had I gone from just being restless and distracted to embracing and kissing a girl I barely knew in the space of an hour? My behavior seemed so completely out of character and not at all well thought out. It was as though the feelings were being inflicted on me rather than coming from me. My mind drifted back to the memory of looking into her eyes and kissing her, and I felt myself responding in ways that were completely unnecessary and unwelcome if I wanted to be able to walk home without parts of my anatomy proceeding me by several centimeters. With effort, I stilled the qi in my groin again and brought it up into my heart, attempting to transform it into a higher, more spiritual energy. That calmed me down some, but left my heart pining with love sickness for her now that she had left. How had I managed to develop a burning passion for this girl based on meeting her twice? Although we were barely acquainted, I felt as though I knew her intimately, as though I could anticipate how she would respond in any circumstance. My dirty mind drifted into the sexual circumstances category and I rapidly fixed my thoughts on to other questions.
Was I going through a mid-life crisis? Was this what happens when you practice abstinence for too long? I felt all my emotions and thoughts clamoring for attention at the same time, and I closed my eyes and centered my qi in my tan tien, attempting to calm my mind.
Working with my qi brought to mind the strange pulsing energy I felt while touching Saki. What exactly was that energy, and what was its significance? I thought about how the energy had intensified and the pleasurable sensations of the pulsing current had increased in frequency as my arousal had increased. I caught myself as I began to speculate on what would happen to that energy if we made love, and I firmly redirected my mind back to less stimulating questions. While the energy certainly seemed to be something that only happened when I made contact with Saki, its frequency and intensity seemed to be related directly to my sense of attraction. I felt strongly attracted to Saki, and the more aroused I became, the more intense the frequency of the qi. I wasn't certain what this energy was, but I felt like somehow she would know what it was and why it was happening. I would ask her when I saw her next.
I laughed quietly at myself. I was already thinking ahead to seeing her again. I wasn't sure that was a good idea, and yet I needed to come to an understanding as to what this energy between us was. At least that was how I was going to justify seeing her in my mind. I firmly pushed any further lustful or romantic thoughts about Hanajima Saki out of my mind, and I began to walk home.
