Wow, I can't believe I'm updating this chapter faster than my other stories. Oh well, life's like that. I'm sorry if the last chapter was short. I have written it a few days after the prior chappie and kept it in my documents. I guess I never had the chance to add more. But regardless, I hope you'd enjoy this chapter. Also, thanks to leah_lover for the review in the last chapter. So, on with the show!

P.S. There's a little lemon here. And please review this and my other stories (One Night and Just Play the Melody).

Disclaimer: FY is not mine, I'm just borrowing the characters.

Chapter 6: Sleep with Me

By Slavedriver2008

I closed my eyes and let my hands travel between my legs, fingering the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric of my underwear. I breathed out. It felt wonderful. But it was scary because I have no idea how it was done or should be done. I gently rubbed deeper and I moaned quietly. Whenever I think of that night, I couldn't help but feel hot and wet. And when I do, I always feel the urge to touch myself. Tonight was the closest I got to doing it. And so far, I'm pleased with the results. I sighed. I stood up from the bed and took my clothes off. I'm sleeping naked.

The air was humid, and sleeping without any clothes was the best option. I crawled under the sheets and parted my legs. I tried to imagine him, lying beside me, skin on skin. Then he would slowly slide his hands over my body. In closed eyes, I gently touched my center. I was throbbing and swollen. But I was soft and wet. I circled my finger around my opening and gently, slowly parted the lips of my folds. My body arched slightly from the bed. A sensation filled me and I uttered a slow moan.

"Sai…" I whispered in the darkness, his image filling my consciousness. Flashbacks of that night came back, the movement of his tongue, his hands, his fingers that I've been trying to remember and imitate. I reached a little nib and pleasure sprang to my body. I clutched the linen tightly then released it with the breath I didn't know I was holding. I did circling motions and in a few strokes I was huffing, twisting on my bed.

"Sai…" I called again but there was no answer. It was just me in my room. No him. I opened my eyes and buried my face on my pillow, blushing, my insides trembling from the missed height of pleasure.

I can't do it.

--

I woke up early the following morning even though it was a Saturday. No, I actually woke up early because it was a Saturday. The big day. I didn't know what time he planned to arrive but I intended to go to the hospital in the morning. I was more than eager to take the cast off. I felt giddy with just the thought of hanging out with him afterwards.

By nine in the morning, I was dressed up and waiting for him. The door bell rang and I hurried to open it. Once the wood parted, I was rewarded with a warm smile from him. My insides fluttered when I saw his form. He was gorgeous in a simple white buttoned shirt and khaki pants. His hair was neatly tied in a low ponytail behind his neck, revealing his perfectly-chiseled jaws. He looked so simple yet breathtakingly handsome. I hope I didn't look like trash beside him, I was wearing a simple sleeveless yellow dress with colorful Mexican stitches at the hemline. I unconsciously smiled back.

"Good morning," he greeted. "I hope I'm not too early…" I laughed.

"You are actually just in time," I told him.

"Should we go now?" he asked and I nodded. I went out of the apartment, bag in hand, and locked the door. We walked slowly toward the elevator, without saying anything. Sometimes I would look at him at the sides and caught him looking at me. We stole glances from each other. No, it was more of me stealing quick glances at him. Before we reached the elevator, he slowly held my arm and assisted me. I blushed when he did that. His hands were strong. An oddity since they felt soft, not calloused—and beautiful. Yes, he has such beautiful hands.

"Did you bring any bodyguards today?" I asked as we entered the elevator.

He looked at me awkwardly. "No. I don't bring bodyguards. If you want, we can bring some—"

"No," I cut him. "Thank Seiryuu, I thought you and Boshin always go out with one. It could be embarrassing walking with them to the hospital," I said, rather explanatory.

"Seiryuu…" he said softly and turned to smile at me. "Well, Boshin goes out with protection. I don't."

"Why is that?" I asked, intrigued, eager to divert the topic as much as possible from Seiryuu. Why did I blurt it out? I should be careful.

"I'm not comfortable having someone following me. Though I have a feeling they're just lurking around. And besides, it would attract too much attention." He looked down. "I don't like it when people look." I nodded and he quickly changed the topic. It was obvious we both have secrets and issues we don't want to delve into. His was probably his status, and mine was Shin Jin Ten Sho. Fair enough, I guess. Thank Seiryuu, or Suzaku, for Sai's mild-mannered demeanor. "How long have you been living here?"

"Almost six years," I said. "Alone," I added. We went out the elevator and walked toward his car, his hands still supporting me. "It's actually my parent's place. They bought it before we transferred to a bigger space in the other side of Tokyo. I transferred here sometime in junior high because they're always in a business trip or sojourn somewhere in the West. My first taste of freedom and independence. The pad was too big for me, anyway." He chuckled and nodded.

"Freedom and independence…I see…" Sai took out his keys and pushed the button to unlock the door. His car was flashy but discreet if there's such a thing, a shiny black Cayenne. The windows were tainted black as well. I knew then and there that he was a serious man, and a secretive one.

I suddenly felt the urge to know his secrets. I wanted to know him deeper. What makes him tick? What made him who he was? I wanted to know him, maybe because I wanted to be closer, to keep him. I shook my head and threw the idea and the urge away. No, he's a Suzaku seishi, he belonged to Miaka. Not to me. I can steal some moments, yes, and instances, like this. But no matter what I do, he will never be mine. Never.

I bit my lip. It hurt. I didn't know I wanted him that much. I should stop. Falling for Hotohori was even worse than loving Nakago.

"Yui…" he called softly, his eyes filled with concern, and my consciousness returned to the fact that we were together. "Are you alright?" He asked while holding open the door of the car. He had opened it for me and probably said something but I was too absorbed in thoughts that I didn't hear him.

"I'm sorry…I was just…" I bit my lip. "…afraid…" The word slipped and I wanted to slap myself for saying it out.

His lips curved to a worried smile. For a moment, I thought he knew what was on my mind. "Of the doctor?" he asked and I sighed, laughing.

"No!" I turned to sit on the passenger seat, relieved. "I want to be a doctor," I stated and the smile went back to his face. It was a close call. We're not ready for that yet. He closed my side of the door and hurriedly went to his side. Once inside, he started the engine and drove off toward the hospital. I gave him instructions as he was obviously not that familiar with this side of Tokyo. It was exhilarating, telling him what to do. I was somehow thrilled with the idea of being in control. Gods, here I go again. I should stop thinking of him and our situation. Stop Yui, stop.

We arrived at the hospital and he helped me get out. He was still holding on to me when we reached my doctor's room and the nurse who greeted openly drooled at him. Sai just smiled back but the gesture made me jealous. I shouldn't but I did anyway.

"Ah, Yui. You're finally here," Dr Mizoguchi greeted me. "I thought you'd never arrive. And you're with the same handsome young man." She smiled and I had a nagging feeling she intended to flirt with him afterwards. Sai smiled. Argh. Annoying. "It's good to see you again. New boyfriend?"

"Michiko!" I called and Sai smiled. I was blushing like hell. Dr Mizoguchi giggled.

"Yui always brings new boys everytime she comes here…" She turned to Sai. "You're the third, so far." Sai stopped laughing.

"What are you saying?!" I was in a state of panic. What if he believed her? What would Sai think of me? An easy girl? And what does she mean it was good to see him again?

"Third?" Sai said, smirking. "Who were the first two?" He was curious and my doctor giggled. She was about to answer when I cut their conversation.

"I can't believe this!" I stated. "Can we just get this thing off my foot?" I asked.

"Right. Right. Sit here and I'll take it off." After she said that, I immediately walked toward the bed and sat on it. Sai was surprised when I took my elbow from his grasp and held his hand, clutched it, really. He made a sound when our palms joined together and when I pulled him to the bed. "Let's see. This will take awhile." Dr Mizoguchi took out a machine and turned it on.

My hands tightened on him as the machine cut through my cast. Yes, I wanted to be a doctor but I get scared when I'm the patient. I heard many doctors tend to be like that. Irony of ironies. Sai sat beside me and let go of my hand. I looked at him, I paniced. Why the hell did he let go? Does this mean he really doesn't want me?

His hand circled my waist and I gasped when he pulled me close to his chest. He was not just holding my hand, he was embracing me! I rested my head against him, blushing hard, my heart palpitating from the sudden closeness. My fear evaporated and all that mattered was that he was there, beside me. How can I not fall in love with him? Why had Miaka chosen Tamahome and not him? He was kind and sweet and gentle. And Hotohori loved Miaka more than anything. Pain shot through my insides. I know where it came from, and it was not from the cast.

Dr Mizoguchi glanced up and smiled. It never left her face even as she continued to cut through the cement on my foot. I felt comfortable in his arms, more comfortable than I ever was in Nakago's side. But there was an indescribable emotion. Pain? Loneliness? The realization was eating me up and I knew I had to control it.

"There. Your foot will be back to normal in a few days," Dr Mizoguchi said, putting down my slightly blue foot. "I'll make it breathe for a while before I bandage it." She looked up, his eyes jumping from Sai to me. He had not moved, his arms were still around me and I haven't moved as well. "I'll be back to get some bandages." She smiled naughtily and I blushed harder.

We didn't say anything for a long time. We just stayed in that position, cherishing the sudden intimacy between us until I finally moved away from him. I had to. It would be painful if I let myself fall for the wrong person again. Even if the whole universe transpired to bring us together.

"How does it feel now?" He asked softly, still with the worried look on his eyes.

I smiled but failed to meet his gaze. "Light. Very light," I said. "Looks like I'm going back to my normal life now," I said, knowing what it meant.

"Yui…" he started but stopped when Dr Mizoguchi appeared with bandages in hand.

"What? A lover's quarrel?" she teased and I blushed again. "You should bring Yui to a nice place after this. The pain will definitely make her grumpy." Before I can say something, she took my foot and stretched it.

I yelped from the pain. I closed my eyes. I never thought it could hurt this much. She was massaging it but bolts of pain remained. Before I new it, Sai was holding me again and I was seeking the comfort of his arms.

When the ordeal ended, we slowly parted and he assisted me from the bed. "No sex, okay?" Dr Mizoguchi said and I went beet red. "Or don't overdo it." She winked and I felt blood reached my head. "Go away now, I have lots of patients to attend to." She brisked us away before I had the chance to refute what she said.

"I'm sorry about her," I told Sai while we were walking from the hospital. "She always assumes that every guy I bring here is my boyfriend and that we're doing…things…" I was still red from humiliation.

Sai smiled at me and I think I blushed more. He reached for my hand. "How often do you go here?" he asked.

"I visit her yearly for medical check-ups. She was my mom's classmate in high school. They're good friends," I told him. "She always insists I get a boyfriend or something to that effect."

"You never had one?" he asked and I felt ashamed.

I shook my head. "When I was a kid, someone used to always hold my hand, but I don't remember having any relationship with him. I was too young! I don't know if he counts." He chuckled. "I guess I'm not girlfriend material."

"How can you not be girlfriend material?" he asked and I saw him turn to me. I continued to look away.

"Because I'm smart?" He laughed. "I have this feeling that boys don't like girls who are smarter than they are," I said defensively. "And I'm not pretty enough," I said, almost like a whisper.

He stopped walking and looked at me intently. "Who gave you that idea?" he asked sternly and I shook my head. I walked ahead and pulled him.

"Don't ask. I just have a feeling I am," I confessed. It's true, I was not beautiful. I looked plain and simple, a typical Japanese girl with Caucasian blood. Even Nakago never found me attractive. Soi eclipsed me in that part. Soi was beautiful—and good in bed.

Sai paced with me, still holding my hand. "Whoever made you feel that way is not worthy of you," he said and I blushed. "You're beautiful," he said slowly, meaning each word. My heart jumped.

I smiled, he was being kind. "I'm not. And it wouldn't matter." I took my hand away and placed it behind my back.

"What types of guy do you go for?" he asked.

"Miaka said—" my eyes widened and I immediately took it back. "My friend said I have awful taste in men." He laughed. Good, he didn't notice the name. Maybe he never remembered anything from the book at all.

"And how awful is this taste of yours?" He asked again and I smiled widely.

"I don't know…Maybe if you've met him, you'll hate him." I regretted saying that one again. Obviously, I was talking about Nakago. And he, should he remember Shin Jin Ten Sho, actually hated him.

"I see…" he said, nodding. "Why do you like him then?"

The ground suddenly felt interesting, my feet no longer hurt that much. "Maybe because he was very much like me," I said unconsciously. "We were so different yet we were so alike. He represented a part of me that I hated so much. Why do you love her?" I asked. I wanted to know why he loved Miaka. Why he was willing to risk his life and destiny for her. What makes her so special? It was a stupid question because he doesn't remember the book. But I wanted to know, was that so wrong?

He didn't respond quickly. Silence passed between us. "We were playmates when we were children. She lives next door, or at least in the next property. I always see her when I visit my grandmother," he narrated, looking at me. "She always cries and, being older, I have to make her stop. I prided myself with the fact that I'm the only one who can make her smile."

I smiled, gloomily. "A childhood sweetheart…" I felt sad, someone already owned his heart. It was neither me nor Miaka. It was someone he had loved even before he knew what love was. How can one compete with time? And companionship? How can I contend with someone he had protected and cherished as a child?

"Do you want to go somewhere? Eat or lounge for awhile?" he asked what I was dying to hear for a week. But I shook my head.

"I'm sorry. I'm tired. Can you bring me home?" My voice was cracking. I tried to smile but I think I failed. Worry returned from his hazel orbs. "Thank you for holding me earlier."

He moved closer. "Yui…"

"It's starting to hurt," I declared. Yes, every part of my body was hurting. And it was his fault. Damn love, why does it have to be so strenuous?

"I'll take you home." He assisted me inside his car and drove off, both of us not saying anything.

It was ruined, our little date. There was no chance, and there will never be any. I don't want to force myself into someone I liked a lot. That's what happened to Tamahome and it didn't bear good results. I don't want to be stupid and weak anymore. People use you when you're vulnerable.

The sun was still high and scorching when we got home but the wind was harsh and cold. Sai insisted walking me to my apartment and I just nodded. Again, nothing was said between us. By the time we reached my door, I was strained and hurting.

I wanted to cry.

"I'll see you next week," he said and I nodded. He stood there as I opened the door. He turned away and I watched him walking away from me. There goes the man I have wanted for almost a month, dreamed of, fantasized, loved at some point.

"Sai…" I softly called and he immediately turned around. He stood where he was, looking at me intently, waiting. I bit my lip. I was no longer in control of myself, my thoughts, my actions. It was one of those days when you're about to make a decision and you see yourself making the decision. There was the feeling of numbness and elation and nervousness all rolled into one unexplainable emotion.

"Sleep with me," I said softly, pleaded. Looking back, I must have sounded desperate, but I was. Very much.

"Absolutely," he answered without hesitation. With large steps, he walked back and kissed me, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I allowed myself to be led to the warmth of his body, to the heat of his lips, to this passionately stolen instant, to my—our—delusion.

At that moment, I was his and he was mine. And nothing mattered.

Nothing.

A/N: For those who are wondering, the last part lines were from The Curious Life of Benjamin Button. I really really liked the script but I think Cate Blanchett and Brad Pitt didn't bring the intensity of the lines. So, well, I thought it might be perfect to cap off this chappie. Hope you like it! And please do leave reviews! Arigatou gozaimasu!