Disclaimer: I do not own Flame of Recca or any of its characters. This is the 5th time already.
I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are mine.
Lo and behold. I'm back from my hiatus. I haven't updated this fanfic for about 3 years. I wasn't hoping to get any reviews since I totally abandoned this, but I was surprised when I got some notifications in my email. Well let's just say that the reviews that were sent to me inspired me to continue this. I was hoping I'm able to remember my original plot…. Eh? Hehe! I think I'm going to try very hard on that part.
Again, there were editing, revisions and some major changes done in this chapter.
Stalker
Chapter 5: So You Won't Tell Me, Huh?
"Fuuko has a what?" Mikagami asked, trying to make sure that he had heard what Natsuo said. "Gomen… but I don't think I heard you correctly."
Natsuo bit his lower lip again. "Aah, you did hear me correctly Mikagami-sempai."
"Fuuko has a stalker?" Mikagami repeated. "What made you say that?"
Me and my big mouth. Natsuo thought, chastising himself from being such a tattletale. "Sempai, I think it would be much better if you ask her the details. She just mentioned something about receiving anonymous letters and stuffs." He was a blabbermouth, yes, but he was not going to be the one who will tell the whole story to Mikagami. Fuuko's so gonna kill me!
The ex-Ensui wielder looked thoughtful for a moment. "She was receiving letters and stuffs?" He stared at Natsuo and his eyes narrowed. "Are you hiding something from me, Natsuo-san?"
Fuuko's gay friend shook his head.
"Are you going to tell me about it? Or do I have to force it out of you?"
Natsuo grimaced mentally. There was no escape. It was hard to contemplate on who would give him a worse fate; the deliciously handsome guy in front of him or the knock-out brute upstairs.
He gulped before opening his mouth. "Mikagami-san, I'm not hiding anything from you. It's just that, I think it would be better if you ask Fuuko for the details later when she wakes up. I really don't have any idea if she told me the whole story or just a summarized version of it. If you like, you could ask Yanagi-chan. She probably knows more about this." He suggested.
Safe answer! Actually I do know that what Fuuko told me was the whole story. Natsuo sighed with relief, mentally. I'm sorry for lying to you my Mikagami-sama and I'm sorry for dragging your name here Yanagi-chan. But better you than me. Maybe he really should have waited for Fuuko to tell her boyfriend about her current predicament.
Frankly, he just wanted to make sure Mikagami knows something about the stalker, even just the fact that the said guy exists. He groaned inwardly. I don't really want to be anywhere near Mikagami-san when he hears all the details of the story.
"Yanagi-san, huh? I will call her later..." Tokiya narrowed his eyes at Natsuo. "After you tell me the reason why the two of you entered the apartment so scared."
Natsuo swallowed. So much for thinking he managed to get away with the junior law student. He must be practicing his questioning abilities on me. He exhaled. Oh well. He thought. I'll deal with Fuuko's wrath rather than Mikagami-sama's. Opening his mouth he explained the reason as to why they acted the way they did.
"Gomen ne sempai. Fuuko was upset by the letter she got earlier. I think it really unnerved her when she realized that someone is already inside your apartment with the lights off. She thought it was her stalker." Natsuo looked sheepish. "If I were in her place, I think I would react the same way."
Mikagami was frowning all throughout Natsuo's explanation. "Letter? She received a letter earlier?"
"She found the letter inside her locker." Natsuo elucidated. "She still has it because she wanted to show it to you."
The former water wielder was silent.
"Sempai?" Natsuo murmured. "Daijobu?"
Mikagami nodded at him. "I'm ok. Thanks for telling me about it. Knowing Fuuko, she would probably change her mind and decide not to tell me anything and deal with it alone."
Natsuo managed to give him a small smile. Standing up, he grabbed his bag and slung it on his shoulder. "Ne, sempai, I have to go. I still have to stop by my friend's house, if you don't mind?" TGE. The great escape. My only chance of getting away from this handsome guy from questioning me and milking my brain's juices dry.
Tokiya hesitated for a moment. "I shall see you at the door."
Natsuo shook his head. "I'll be fine sempai. Don't worry." So much for hoping to get a good night kiss from you. He thought impishly. "Oyasumi nasai!" He waved and walked out of the kitchen.
The silver-haired lad heard the front door close. He wanted to ask Natsuo some more questions about the 'stalker' that he mentioned. But it seems like Fuuko's gay friend was a bit hesitant to talk about it.
Fuuko may have threatened him. Tokiya thought. That's probably the reason why Natsuo didn't want tell me everything. But he did say that Yanagi knows about the stalker stuff too. With that notion in mind, the ex-Hyoumonken master grabbed his mobile phone and dialed Yanagi's number.
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Fuuko slowly stirred from her sleep.
What happened? Was the first thought that entered her brain. Trying to sit up, she groggily looked around her. Where am I? Her brain vaguely registered the light sea green-colored walls, a study table without any space left because of scattered books and papers, a silver-haired, extra-ordinarily handsome guy leaning against her bedroom's door frame, a poster of Sponge Bob with doodles from Ganko…
Wait. Scratch that. A silver-haired, extra-ordinarily handsome guy leaning against her bedroom's door frame? If she wasn't mistaken that is…
"I see you are finally awake." A familiar voice greeted her. Mikagami strode towards her bed. "Are you ok?"
Fuuko grinned widely. Momentarily forgetting her grogginess, she bolted out of her bed and threw herself at him in a tight embrace. "Mi-chan!!" She squealed. "You're here!"
Tokiya caught her effortlessly in his arms and returned her embrace. "Yes I'm here now." He murmured, placing a kiss on her temple. "What a nice way to greet your boyfriend who just came back. Is fainting really necessary?"
The former Fuujin master laughed, hugging him tighter. Without further ado, she jumped on him, legs locking around his hips while her arms did the same behind his nape. His hands automatically went down to her round bottom, partly to support her and partly… to grope—as stealthily as he could, of course.
He buried his nose on her soft purple tresses inhaling their scent. "I miss you. Care to give me a welcome home kiss?" He smirked at her.
"Of course! You know I couldn't say no to you." Fuuko answered cheekily before pressing her lips against his.
He returned her kiss eagerly. Kami, he missed her so much. He pressed her head closer using one hand while the other went around her waist so he could help her hoist herself up against him. He could feel her legs wrapping tighter around his waist as she started kissing him fervently.
How he missed the way she kisses him. Missed how her lips molded perfectly against his. How her tongue battled his. Missed the way she nipped at his lower lip asking for a more passionate response from him.
His mouth slanted against her, capturing her lips again and again; deeper and deeper until…
Fuuko pulled away from him. "Oh wow…" She rested her forehead against his. "That was…" She whispered giving him a quick peck on the lips, not bothering to finish her sentences.
"Mind blowing?" He whispered back, breathless.
"Hmm…" She leaned back to study his face. "I missed you so much, Mi-chan." She gave him another hug.
"Me too kitten." He replied, stroking her back affectionately.
"Kitten?!" Fuuko exclaimed. "I thought I was a monkey?" She guffawed. "Well then, wait until you hear me purr." She whispered seductively at him.
Tokiya's lips quirked into a small smile. "That sounds too naughty." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Although, I would love to hear it."
"Careful, this kitten has sharp little claws!" Fuuko she gently raked her fingernails on his back, so that he could feel them. "They can scratch your eyes out fridge boy!"
"Scratch my back you mean?" Tokiya corrected her smugly. "Actually I don't mind that." He murmured pulling her tightly against him. "Not at all." He proceeded to bit her ear softly.
Fuuko sighed. "It's good to have you back Mi-chan. It's so lonely being alone here." The purple-haired girl pouted at him.
"I told you, you can stay at Yanagi's house for a while but you were so insistent on staying here alone." Tokiya reminded her as he approached her bed. Bending down a little, he gently placed her down on it.
The wind child snorted, still not releasing her arms around Tokiya's neck . "Gomen Mr. Know-it-all. I don't have time to hoard my things at her place. There are so many of them."
Mikagami removed Fuuko's arms from his neck while the ex-Fuujin master shifted a little from her sitting position. "Fuuko we have to talk." He crouched down in front of her. "Natsuo told me something earlier."
Fuuko's heart skipped a beat. Oh no! Natsuo didn't tell Mi-chan about the stalker stuff, did he? Grrr! He's so gonna get it!
As if reading her mind, Mikagami grumbled. "Yes, Natsuo told me about the stalker stuff." He looked at her straight in the eye. "Why did you not inform me about it?"
The purple-haired girl was silent for a moment. How the hell is she going to explain it to him? Baka! She thought mentally kicking herself. "Ano…" she began.
Mikagami stood up from his position and sat down beside her. "No use telling me a fabricated story Kirisawa. I already talked to Yanagi-san before I went up here."
Fuuko pouted. He was always one step ahead of her. Beating around the bush is meaningless, she may irritate him. And an irritated Tokiya is not a very good sight. "Gomen ne…" She whispered. "I was so sure I can handle this. I mean, come on, we battled guys much worse than this. We've encountered things much worse than this. This should be a piece of cake." She explained in a soft tone.
Tokiya snorted. "That's so comforting. Reminds of Soukakusai and his obsession of you, thank you very much." He muttered sardonically.
"I'm sorry." Fuuko apologized, resting her head on his shoulder. "I really am. I just don't want you getting worried like hell over me."
"I can't help getting worried Fuuko." Tokiya said softly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "You maybe a strong fighter, but this is a lot different from physically fighting your enemy. You just can't beat the person responsible since you have no idea who he is. You're not in the advantageous side of the situation. He knows almost everything about you and you know nothing about him."
Fuuko's sapphire-colored eyes softened. "Mi-chan…"
"This is YOU we are talking about." Mikagami continued. "I can't help but get worried." He planted a kiss on the top of her head. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"I'm so sorry for not telling you earlier. Don't get mad at me."
The ex-Ensui wielder stroked her hair lovingly. "I'm not mad. I'm just worried like hell, to borrow your words." He tilted her chin so he could kiss her lips. "I love you so much to let anything happen to you."
"I love you too. I'm just being stupid."
Mikagami nodded. "I definitely agree with that." He earned a hard punch on his arm. "Talk about ego huh?" He asked, rubbing his arm.
"Definitely ego." Fuuko agreed, childishly making a face.
"Things have changed Kirisawa. You have me. If you're used to solving your problems on your own, think twice. That was long ago. I'm here with you now. Get used to it and don't you dare forget it." He flicked her nose softly.
"Mi-chan, arigatou." Fuuko smiled, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
"We're not finish with this conversation yet. I want to hear the whole story from you." Mikagami said. "Tell me everything and then we'll think of the best way to deal with it."
Fuuko nodded. Then she stared at Tokiya for a moment as if contemplating about something. "What time did you arrived here Mi-chan?" She asked suddenly.
"About 7:30. Didn't you see my car outside?"
"Eerr…" Fuuko had a vague memory of passing a car on her way to their apartment. "Not really."
"I wasn't able to park it in the garage since a certain bike was occupying the space." Tokiya muttered, looking at her pointedly.
"Oops, sorry." Fuuko bit her lower lip. "I meant to return it to its rightful place before you arrive. But I guess that's too late to do now."
"Doesn't matter." Tokiya stood up. "I prepared some food downstairs. You must be famished. Let's eat while you tell me your side of story."
The bubbly ex-wind wielder playfully leaped on his back, full force. "Carry me downstairs Mi-chan!"
Mikagami grunted. "Stop doing that, you're going to break my spine!" He scolded. "You're not that light you know."
She bonked his head.
A sigh escaped his lips. "Hold on Kirisawa. I don't fancy seeing you fall from my back."
Fuuko grinned widely arms wrapping around his neck. "Aishiteru fridge boy."
He smiled and made his way downstairs to the kitchen.
-To Be Continued-
The great escape. My college friend kept using this expression. Since she talks just like a gay, I decided to incorporate it in Natsuo's language.
Anyhow, I hope this was better than what I posted before. Like I noted above, I added a bit of this and a bit of that to this chapter. grins