Disclaimer: Don't own FoR. It belongs to Anzai Nobuyuki's.
I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are mine.
This fanfic was made out of boredom.
No Strings Attached
Chapter 1: Mikagami Tokiya
He pushed the door of his apartment open and stepped inside the dark living room. It had been another long and tiring day for him. He took his shoes off and stripped his clothes.
Groaning, he headed straight into the bathroom not bothering to turn the lights of the apartment on for a quick shower. There's no time to rest. He would probably doze off the moment his back touch any flat surface. It's much appropriate to finish some necessary things first before his energy runs out.
Five minutes later he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist; refreshed and eager to lie down on his bed and have a good, long rest.
Good thing it was his day off tomorrow. He can get out of bed later than usual. Running a hand on his unbound silver hair, he turned the knob of his bedroom door.
He smelled her first before he saw her--the unique scent that belongs to her… and her alone.
There she was, sprawled on his bed, his dark blue sheets in contrast with her pale skin. The moonbeam that managed to make its way through the window illuminated the dark room, giving her a rather ethereal look.
If he wasn't so used to her appearing in his apartment every now and then, he would have believed that she was not from this world.
That she actually belonged to a realm of beings bound by the laws of immortality and unearthly beauty.
"You're late." She remarked teasingly. "I was starting to get bored."
He merely raised an eyebrow. "Work." He answered simply.
"As always." She replied with a shrug of her shoulders. The sheets rustled as she climbed out of his bed to approach him.
"Am I compelled to explain?" He queried in a calm tone, not taking his eyes off her.
A grin graced her lips. "No." She mouthed and gazed at him with those enchanting eyes of her. "You're tired. It's probably not a good idea for me to come here." She reached out to touch his face with both hands.
He ignored what she had said and instead reached out to stroke her long purple hair. "You should've contacted me earlier." He murmured. "I would have come here sooner."
"And ruin the surprise?" She snorted. "I don't mind waiting. For you, that is…" She whispered softly, the hands resting on his cheeks nudging his face forward.
Her lips caught his in a searing kiss.
He reiterated, not the one to be defeated.
His hands traveled down her naked body as he felt her removed the towel wrapped around his waist.
He kissed her deeper. Felt her hands roaming on his body. Tracing, caressing.
As the towel dropped on the floor, he lifted her up and carried her to his bed.
The springs creaked at their added weight; the mattresses engulfing them in their softness.
At moments like this, nothing else matters. Even the need of his body to rest was completely replaced by the unquenchable need… for her.
They rolled over the bed, with her ending on top of him. She broke their kiss and grinned at him, "Miss me?" She murmured, her eyes looking at him playfully.
"You've been away for months." He whispered.
"Work." She answered. Somehow, he knows that she was mocking him.
His hand went around her nape and pulled her closer, foreheads resting at each other. "As always." He muttered against her lips.
They kissed each other again, more scorching than before.
Everything was cast aside. All he wanted to do is savor the moment she was with him.
Again.
When she moaned his name, he knew he was already lost.
She was his obsession.
Kirisawa Fuuko…
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When he woke up it was past 10 o' clock… and she was already gone.
She was really like the element she once controlled. The wind. Fleeting. Ephemeral. Cannot be stilled.
His hands roamed on the side of the bed where she had lain hours before, unconsciously.
She would appear and disappear from his life. Sometimes days, sometimes months.
But still she would come back to him.
He was getting used to it. Of her comings and goings. It has always been like that.
Was it her fault?
No it was not.
Deep down he knew that it was his; that they never pursued a serious relationship. It was he, who kept pushing the idea away.
Would the time come when someone will be able to catch her? Lock her up in his arms forever?
He had that chance once. And he threw it away.
He was the one who doesn't like the idea of taking their relationship to a much higher and serious level. He was the one who doesn't like commitment.
He was the one who was adamant to be locked up in her arms.
He was the one who initiated their 'no strings attached' agreement…
And yet, he was starting to regret it.
When she disappeared months ago without a word, it was then that he discovered that what he was feeling for her was not just lust or obsession. Not anymore.
He loves her…
Fuuko may look like she's satisfied with their arrangement. But, hell, he was NOT.
His intuition keeps telling him that she'll disappear again.
And this time she had no plans on coming back to him.
He can't let that happen, now that he was already sure about what he wants.
Now that he realized that there was one thing he was afraid of…
And that is losing her, for good.
-To Be Continued-
So this is it please read and review.
And thanks to those who reviewed and added my stories to the favorite stories list. You're all the best. And yeah, I'll still continue the chaptered fics, is just that… I don't have inspiration at the moment.
