To break is all I know Chapter 24: Holiday?, a bleach fanfic

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Enjoy the read, along with my mistakes.

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To break is all I know

Chapter 24: Holiday?

"In this estranged world that had nothing to offer, I became unable to live … I thought this was the end for my defiled heart and for my lazy mind, but then the impossible happened. Someone like me, lonely and damaged, found a way in my soul, making me realize that I was not alone, that he understood me in every aspect of my being. I felt naked before him, like an open book, only to find out later, that he felt the same thing.

We shared everything … from the same bowl to the same toothbrush, from the same soccer ball to the same old dirty couch and from the same pure feeling of love to the same … bed.

The way we acted around each other was perceived as strange by our companions. We resembled a dog and a cat fighting in an unfair battle, Aizen being the only possible winner … but I fought … I fought in an unfair relationship, not knowing that … it will end in tragedy.

I hoped in vain that your megalomania was an illusion and I also hoped the god complex I saw mirrored in your brown eyes was just a fragment of my imagination, but it wasn't …

So … in the end, when it was too late to take it all back, I realized … we shared nothing, but a lie"

Kurosaki Karin's diary

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After a long flight over Russia and a long pause of 4 hours in Moscow, the large group of high-scholars finally reached its final destination: the city of lights, the gorgeous capital of France; in one word: Paris. They retrieved their luggage from the place they had been stored into and, after having their passports checked by a nice all-smiling lady, were left alone to find their way in the middle of a grand hall. A staircase which led to an underground mini-mall could be seen going down straight into the ground and through the windows they could notice the highway going over the airport. Unfortunately neither of them owned a car or any other means of transport, so they were forced, by the situation, to find another way of travelling through the city.

Usually one comes well prepared for a trip on the other side of the Earth, but their manager was none other than the always forgetful coach.

"So let me get this straight" began Karin obvious to the predicament they were into "You forgot the number of the guy we were supposed to call when we arrive in Paris"

The unbelievably tall soccer coach nodded, serious face in place.

"And we are stuck in this miserable airport till someone bothers himself to call our embassy and get that number for us"

"Pretty much" agreed the man "and it's not mis-".

"Great. Superb. Brilliant" interjected the girl begrudgingly, her tone jumping a couple of decibels at every new adjective.

The coach didn't approve of Karin's behavior, but didn't state his objections out loud, and the others just avoided getting in the path of an emerging volcano, threatening to take them down, with her, in the abyss of the always burning Tartarus. Karin rubbed her temples, trying to calm down the boiling blood flowing though her veins, though all her efforts seemed to be in vain.

After what seemed like an eternity of glaring at one another, Yuzu whispered towards Karin, even if everyone could clearly hear her soft voice.

"We can go eat something at a restaurant and then come back and see if the problem was solved"

"We would have had no damn problem if someone hadn't forgotten that phone number." snapped Karin, not bothering to change her focus on the coach.

However Tony seemed to agree with Yuzu.

"Yuzu you are a genius. Let's go eat something. I'm starving and I really wanna taste the well-known French food."

"We had breakfast in the plane"

"But I'm hungry" continued to whine the boy as he rubbed his troubling tummy.

"Guys" stated Karin as she looked at the big airport "Good luck finding your way out from this maze."

"What ma-"

"We'd better go find someone who has an idea of how to get out of this place."

"Or use a map" said Aizen, as he pointed at a stack of maps placed on a table so anyone could take one in case of need.

"That would probably do" muttered Karin, clearly happy with the sudden turn of events. Plus she was the type of person to guide herself after a written material, not after verbal advices from locals.

So, after two hours in which the group had tried to find out what was the fastest way to get into the city and another two trying to acquire tickets for a train called "RAR" from an auto-machine, which unluckily for them had as language options French and Spanish, they had finally managed to gather the necessary amount of tickets to get onto the platform.

"So … where do we go now?" mumbled Karin while studying the map.

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After two hours …

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Karin rotated the map 90 degrees and swore at whoever created it to be so damn unintelligible. Then she turned it another 180 degrees and to her amazement it began to acquire some sort of hieroglyphic sense, which tuned to dust when she saw the names and indications written only in French. She stared at the hats hanged above the letters of the Latin alphabet -alphabet she had been forced to learn at school- wondering if they were the accents her teacher had been bragging about for the last month.

Three minutes later Tony began to scream profanities in their mother tongue, Japanese.

For another short period of time she tried to distinguish between hats, oblique lines and other encrypted characters, giving up when Tony could not handle the pressure and ripped the map apart just before her lethargic eyes.

Aizen tried not to laugh at Karin's disrupted, void of any emotion, expressionless, totally destroyed face. However Yuzu seemed to lack the same amount of self control Aizen had in his possession and didn't block the snicker which threatened to whistle between her barely parted lips. Karin threw a dirty in look in her direction, but made no comment.

"Tony" barked Karin with her teeth clenched "What are you doing?"

"We don't need this shitty map. We just have to ask a local for information and pam-pam we'll be there in no time" he exclaimed, being quite proud of his deduction.

"And how do you plan to do that Einstein" snapped the black haired girl "Since none of us actually knows how to … French."

Tony took the pose of an all knowing Buddha man and crossed his arms over his healthy bosom.

"I know French"

Skeptical glares coming from all the members of the group weren't able to decrease the boy's confidence, Moreover they strengthened his confidence in his almost nonexistent linguistic abilities. Still Karin wasn't the type to keep her mouth shut.

"And what do you know in French, apart from … oui, non, merci and de rien"

"What does de rien mean?" asked Tony instinctually.

Everyone released a sigh of pure annoyingness.

Aizen rolled his eyes at his classmate's predicament and without asking for permission, he approached a young woman which seemed to be in her late thirties.

"Bonjour Madame... pouvez-vous nous dire où on peut trouver cet hotel" (Hello Madame … can you tell us where we can find this hotel?) and handed her a piece of paper with a name written on it.

The woman snickered and began to speak fluently, a clear sign of being a native Parisian. From her wild, if not overly-excessive, gestures pointing in different directions, everyone could deduce that the woman was giving Aizen indications of how to reach whatever he had told her he desired to reach. Still none could understand her tongue, except probably Aizen himself.

If his little stunt didn't leave Karin perplexed, then nothing did.

As he was explaining to everyone the route they were supposed to take with as many details as he could, Karin observed the woman he had previously asked for directions, as she turned around twice to look at him. Her features clearly had a lustful intent painted on them, but it was more than that. Karin didn't have the necessary time to continue her observation, because the woman disappeared from sight just as fast as she appeared. A part of her was tempted to run after her and slap the lusty woman across the face for daring to stare like that at her lover, but not even once had she given cause for her desire.

"See!" screamed Tony at the crowd "I told you we were close"

Yuzu gave a soft smile and followed Tony -in the right direction this time- The others followed her example.

Meanwhile Karin debated with herself weather to inquire Aizen about this newly acquired knowledge or leave the subject alone, since French might have been one of the two languages he had been forced to learn in middle school. Still … it was quite clear he didn't fancy English or languages in general, the disastrous grades he had at any subject related to this theme were a sustaining proof, so why would French make an exception?

"You've never bothered to tell me you know French" she mumbled when they were far enough to not be heard by anyone from their entourage.

"You've never bothered to ask" his cryptic answer earned him an elbow in the stomach "I've learned some words when I found out we were going to come here" He cough out the phrase in one try. Karin thought it was because of her hit's force "One must always be prepared when going in vacation"

"But why French? You could've practiced your English skills, not that it would have helped here …" she continued to question him as her curiosity diminished. It was clear he didn't desire to tell her his secret.

"Parce que c'est une langue sensuelle"(Because it's a sensual language)

"In Japanese if you don't mind"

When she received no answer, a frown found its way on the girl's overly annoyed face.

"If you're planning to speak in French with me ever again, we're braking up, right here right now. Just so you know" snapped Karin back at him.

"Tu es injuste, mon amour"(you're being unjust, my love) teased Aizen some more, not fearing the repercussions in the least.

Karin slapped him across the back of the head and rushed her steps, trying to reach the others, but Aizen matched his own steps with her unnatural speed keeping up with it quite perfectly.

However, soon, they realized something, which could have been categorized as pathetic. During their little quarrel they had failed to see that their group had disappeared from sight or more like, they have lost them from sight.

As it was expected Karin began to panic due to the high level of stress she had been put through since setting foot on the foreign airport, but Aizen managed to calm her a little by reminding her that he knew the local language and could easily ask someone for directions just as he had previously done.

"Plus we could take this time only for ourselves, without nosy classmates and sticky sisters on our trail" added Aizen wearing a peevish smirk.

"Hey that's my sister you're talking about, monsieur Aizen" mocked Karin begrudgingly, partially agreeing, partially not wanting to have her sister referred to as sticky.

She waved a hand at a taxi, but Aizen shook his head at the driver, dismissing him as soon as he stopped beside them. Karin swore she had heard an "Enculé" which was probably a vulgar way of expressing ones discontent in French.

"I know, but I hope you're not expecting to see all there is to be seen, from the comfortable seat of a car" he said while grabbing her hand and dragging her towards what, she'll find out later, was the center of the old city.

After arriving in there, Aizen behaved like a true gentleman and took her to a fancy restaurant where they served a delicious traditional French meal whose name was too complicated to be pronounced. Afterwards they visited some of the most well known attractions in the city, like the Eiffel Tower, the renowned Louvre Museum, just for two hours, Notre Dame Cathedral, Sacre-Coeur Basilica and they even managed to see theArc de Triomphe. Only after marching around half of the city on foot -that being an exaggeration because no normal human can see all these touristic attractions without using alternative means of transport, like Metro, buses and taxis- fatigue took a toll on their already exhausted bodies and they went back to the hotel.

There, they were assaulted by an angry coach, an equally angry Yuzu and some amused classmates.

"We lost our way back and wandered around the city till now" was Karin's excuse "Now if you don't mind I'm going to find my room and sleep till next century"

Aizen seemed to agree and so they both dragged their bodies in their respective rooms in order to rest.

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Karin yawned, lazily moving a leg in order to reposition her body at a more comfortable angle on the pool chair.

Yuzu still hadn't woken up and Aizen was probably sound asleep after a day full of unexpected adventures involving French food, Effil Tower and barging in Moulin Rouge. She had found the position of the modern bordello –since Karin couldn't make the difference between a bordello and a cabaret- quite inappropriate. She wasn't a religious person, but putting a whore house near, if near meant over 500 meters, a basilica was a different kind of taking the unwritten laws of Christianity not world by word.

A subtle movement caught Karin's eyes and Aizen's usual perfume invaded her nostrils. She didn't need to turn around in order to recognize the man approaching her.

"Good morning, mister Aizen" saluted Karin from her sitting position, using her hand as an obstacle for the bright morning sun "Are you enjoying the view?"

Her question was quite innocent and didn't hold any perverse meaning, much to the annoyance of Aizen who couldn't take his eyes off the red, two-piece bikini decorating her petite frame. He checked her out from head to toe in an instant, his glance remaining unnoticed.

"I am" he stated plainly.

She raised an eyebrow and stared at him intensely then left her place on the chair and came closer.

"Are you feeling fine Samaki?"

"Very. Why do you ask?"

"You just seem a little off …" she confessed, coming even closer until their toes touched.

The always annoying smirk reached his lips and, using her short moment of negligence, he pushed her in the pool.

She hit the water with her back, swearing between clenched teeth the pain felt when making contact with it. Even if water was not her favorite element, she knew that from a high altitude water could become as deadly as concrete.

"Sorry. My hand slipped" he smirked at the wet woman who was pinning him down with a deadly glare rivaling that of a gang of hungry Hollows. She swam at the edge, continuing their staring contest with the same fervor as before.

"You're not sorry" she barked, struggling to get out, but slipping every single time.

"You're right. I'm not" he admitted, not reluctant, just a little bored "And trust me I don't regret this either"

Karin didn't understand what he meant by that, but as soon as he kneeled before her, grabbed her wrists and raised himself offthe ground, along with her stiff body, hanging by the hands, she understood what he had in mind. In one last try of preventing Aizen from embarrassing her even more by throwing her in the swimming pool, Karin began to struggle against his strong hold. As expected her tries ended up to be in vain.

Realizing that she won't be able to outrun him in a contest of brute force, Karin steadily wrapped her legs around his waist, securing her safety al least for the time being. Then she made it quite clear she won't let him go anytime soon by digging her heels in his back and almost cutting off him blood supply while strangling his waist. To say Aizen had been rather surprised by this event was an understatement, yet he didn't appear to be bothered by having a wet Karin attached to his body. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy the special treatment he received from the soccer captain.

"What are you smirking for?" inquired Karin "Am I supposed to be funny?"

Before he could explain his peculiar behavior, Aizen took a step forward, forgetting to check his surrounding for any slippery spots. Therefore, his right foot encountered a small puddle of water previously formed by Karin's dripping wet body and, as it was expected, he slipped on it, skating on the pavement until his feet reached the pool's edge. If Karin hadn't been attached to his front, he would have had a chance at regaining his equilibrium, but since that was not the case, he fell right in the pool.

In the haze of the moment, Karin managed to detach herself from him and was on the verge of jumping on dry land, when she felt Aizen's hand wrap its long fingers around her ankle, grabbing it tightly, and dragged her with him in the deep water. As soon as she realized her escaping plan had failed, she tried to get her foot free from his hold, but he didn't seem to understand her.

"Le' m' go u cra'y b'st'rd" she screamed, her words being distorted by the water surrounding them. She continued to throw vulgar words at him, until he let her ankle go.

She swam awkwardly back at the surface. Still, Aizen couldn't fail to notice that her way of swimming -if splashing water all around her in a chaotic manner can be called swimming- was utterly erratic and resembled that of a lost puppy. Thinking more about it, she did look like one of those dogs trying to get to the shore, only to be thrown back in the deepest see by a fairly strong current.

When he came back on the surface, Karin grabbed his arm for support and began to scold him for being an insensitive asshole.

"You crazy bastard!" she yelled at the half conscious male "We could have died you undeserving Samaki bastard."

"You can let go now" stated Aizen plainly, shaking her hand off, only to notice she didn't seem to get his hint "You can really let go now. I won't try to drown you again. I promise."

Karin didn't move.

Aizen stared.

She avoided his eyes and mumbled something intelligible under her breath.

"Don't tell me you don't know how to swim" suggested Aizen jokingly.

However Karin avoided any eye contact again, indirectly giving Aizen the answer he had foreseen. Isshin had never bothered to send them at swimming lessons, so neither her, nor Yuzu knew the fine art of moving hands and legs synchronously in a desperate try to keep one above water, or, as others referred to as, swimming. The only reason why she had been able to come back at the edge of the pool before was due to the stress induced panic attack which had conquered her body during a temporary mental crisis.

"So … you don't know how to swim" stated Aizen calmly, wrapping his hands around her slim waist and of course enjoying every single moment of having Karin draped over him, grabbing onto his body with wild abandon.

"Don't say it like that" she argued while her body jerked in his embrace almost like she found it unpleasant "and plus nobody bothered to teach me anything but the basics."

"That I can see quite easily judging that what you call basic swimming is a dog like way of splashing water around you" mocked Aizen using his fake smile as disguise.

"Come on Samaki. Be reasonable. I'm not that bad"

"No. You're worse than bad"

"There's no such thing as worse than bad. You're just being overly pessimistic about it" counterattacked Karin.

Only then had Aizen realized Karin's unusually good mood "And now that I think about it you're being overly optimistic. What happed to the always and forever I'm a bitch in vacation behavior?"

Karin threw him a glare, before nudging him aside. Unfortunately for her Aizen was in the mood to play with his unwilling prey. She didn't seem to mind having his hands explore her heated skin, but her eyes reflected intense feelings of anger and distress.

"What if someone sees us" argued Karin as Aizen pinned her against the pool's edge.

"Nobody is up at this hour" mumbled the man, playing with her damp hair 'Plus I can sense whenever anyone approaches our location and nobody is in this area anyway'

Karin sighed, but let her small hands wander freely over his shoulder blades, then slipped them over his back and down his spine, feeling contempt and a small amount of feminine pride when his body shook softly with anticipation. However she didn't feel accomplished. As her hands camp up encircling his neck and bringing his mouth closer to hers, he captured her lips in what, one might call, a passionate kiss which forced her head back onto the pavement surrounding the pool.

She babbled something into his opened mouth and pushed him back a little in order to adjust the angle her head was positioned into. To her utter amazement and surprise he let her move him however she desired.

When she could kiss him properly she gave a soft bite to his lower lip and pecked the tip of his nose.

The smirk reflected on her lips made Aizen's junior jump a little. Even if he was desperately trying to keep it calm, her playful and jovial way of sharing her feelings was not helping him in the hard task of turning off the desire to fuck her senselessly right there, surrounded by water and sleeping people. Actually he found it quite exciting to do it in such a peculiar, albeit dangerous, place.

Karin woke him up from the reverie by pecking his lips slowly, in a teasing manner. He didn't lose the opportunely of taking her by surprise as he grabbed the back of her head and slammed his lips against hers fiercely. Furthermore his tongue invaded her wet cavern -this time slipping between her teeth without the danger of being bitten like the last time he had tried to kiss her- wrapping itself around her tongue. She struggled against his hold, but he kept her head in place urging, or more like begging her to play along.

A couple of struggles later Karin conceded to have it his way and, quite shyly, let her tongue be sucked in a hot game of control over who had the power to conquer the other, metaphorically said. She hugged his body tighter to her skin and let it all take over her mind. All she could feel were the perfectly sculptured body of her lover adorning her own and the water boiling around them like in a big cauldron forgotten on a stove. Anything else was lost in a blur.

Meanwhile Aizen was having quite a problem on his hands. With every sudden move made either by Karin's leg, which had the bad habit of jerking whenever he was nibbling her skin, either by her hands pinching his back, neck and whatever happened to be in the area, he was feeling his control slip by. Slowly, but surely.

When he could not take the pressure building in his lower regions anymore, he excused himself and detached Karin's curious hands from his body.

"What are you doing?" she asked confused and a little hurt for being rejected.

"I have something to do. Excuse me."

He used the pool's edge as leverage for his hands, being instantaneously propelled on shore. He left a trail of water behind him as he approached the changing room. Karin arched an eyebrow when seeing him jump one meter in the air due to exaggerating his force and was on the verge of making fun of his predicament, when a pair of rushed steps attracted her attention.

So when Yuzu appeared from behind the corner, wearing a pink one-piece swimsuit and two towels, searching erratically for her sister, she was surprised to find Karin swimming happily in perfect circles in the middle of the pool.

"Karin what are you doing there?" she asked, meaning for the question to be rhetorical.

Her sister didn't think of it as rhetorical so she continued to splash water around her in a very unladylike manner, being careful to keep her head up in order to hear and answer at whatever question Yuzu found interesting.

"Just swimming around here and there. Sparing time for my daily activities. The usual stuff" mumbled Karin ambiguously as she swam towards the edge, struggling to keep her body on the surface.

"I see" answered Yuzu.

The young girl left the towels on Karin's chair and joined her sister, but unlike her, she didn't venture in the middle, where the water was too deep for her short stature, but kept her body on the surface by using the edge as a support. It wasn't like she knew how to swim, however watching Karin fight with the nonexistent current was too amusing …

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One week later on May 29-th

Few people knew when Aizen's birthday really was and even fewer believed that was his real birthday date. But that happened in Soul Society where people were being paranoid by nature. On earth things were quite different from how Soul Society worked as Aizen came to realize in his extensive amount of time spent there. In the Human World they were supposed to write it in every single official document, at every registration web page. He was wondering if he should just write it on his forehead so people could stop from asking him the same thing over and over again.

The day and month were not a problem since he had used his real birthday date, but the year had been the hardest to remember. After all he was quite ancient and writing his real year of birth would have freaked out every single being on earth, beside the ones who knew about the existence of ghosts and Shinigami.

And of course Karin had asked countless times for his birthday and he had refused to tell it to her just as many times. However she had caught sight of it over his shoulder when he was applying for his scholarship request. It had been embarrassing since Karin had made quite a fuss over his sign. Gemini, as she said, fitted his murderous, poker faced, double meaning personality. Not that he disagreed with her conclusion, but having his whole set of attributes judged only by the zodiac didn't ease his anger regarding the subject one bit.

So it didn't come as a surprise when, in a sunny Parisian evening of May the 29-th Karin barged into his room carrying a brad new set of Charmeuse satin crimson sheets, in her right hand and an equally reddish envelope in the other one.

"Happy birthday Samaki" she screamed at the top of her lungs, which proved to be larger than expected "Here is your gift" and she handed him the two objects deposited each in her hands "You can say thank you now"

Aizen raised an eyebrow being stuck somewhere between surprise and horror, not even trying to deny either of the two somehow related sentiments. His mouth, slightly gaped, managed to form the words which he was desperately trying to avoid from saying.

"Thank you. I guess. But how in the name of heavens am I supposed to react to" he made a theatrical pause meant to focus all the attention on his second gift "this" he added while pointing, with elegance and care, at the sheets.

Karin shrugged and let him decide what he wanted to do with this brand new set of satin shits. She jumped on his unmade bed and snuggled under his comfy covers, letting her head out in order to capture the reaction he was sure to make once he realized she was openly mocking him.

As expected, Aizen reacted nervously. He threw the package in a corned and almost smashed the table with the brute force of his fist. Still, she had no idea that she was one of the few lucky beings that had the chance to see Aizen angry and live to tell the story.

"It's just satin" mumbled Karin in his pillow "You don't need to act like an asshole, even if I'm quite sure it's not an act, but …"

Aizen's eyes slipped over her form, then over the sheets. He kneeled on the bed, beside her and looked down at her face.

She could almost sense the heat emanated by his body through the sheets, even if the contact was being kept to a minimum.

"Happy birthday Samaki" she whispered "I was sure you would be quite a fan of satin and soft, slimy fabrics in general"

"You can say I fancy it" he let his body slide on the bed, kissing the back of her, now exposed, neck.

"It must hurt to fancy a fabric" she chuckled, turning around and shifting her position just a little closer.

Aizen let out a bark of laughter mesmerizing Karin for a second and then decided to play a little with her, since she had decided to accompany him in his bed, on her own free will. He embraced her waist with his right hand and brought her closer to him while his other hand was massaging her neck from behind.

She was pinning him down with such fire and determination mirrored over the dark surface of her large eyes that Aizen hugged her even tighter, not even caring that she might feel his growing problem. He was at a point where he desired her body, but even more than that, he desired her approval, her willingness, her mind, her mischievous demeanor, all the nouns describing her as a different, individual, unique being created only for him.

"I love your eyes" he kissed her eyebrow, sweetly, moving his moth down over her eye.

She closed her eyelid, a sigh leaving her mouth as he kissed the skin covering her dark orb.

"I love when you look at me with that feline leer like you're lurking in the dark after something only you can find" his mouth came in contact with her cheek bone "I adore when you can shut me up with only one harsh glare" she gave him a sample of her so called harsh glare, but his trail descended almost like he had been encouraged to go even further with his exploration. He left her face and placed a kiss under her chin "and I cannot stand your disappointed look"

She inhaled loudly, as Aizen nuzzled her neck and then nibbled slowly at her earlobe.

With one last show of strength, she fisted his hair and brought his head up at her level, staring into his eyes searching for the one thing only he could give her.

"You are mine" she said in a voice filled with lust and desire "aren't you?"

He agreed with a nod of his head and proceeded in kissing the hell out of her. At the end of it, she could barely breathe from the sheer intensity of being dominated, yet left to her own devices. Her feelings were too complex to be explained, almost like she was lost in her own little world ruled only by totally unrelated emotions, which, ironically, made a perfect unity if only put together.

All she had known, all she had felt about her fears flew away as she was pushed into the soft mattress and … loved.

… in a more physical way.

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Sorry for not updating in a while, but I have been deprived of internet connection for the last month or so. Anyways I gotta tell you .. this will be a hard year for me since it's my last, but I will try to squeeze writing this story into my already busy schedule. After all it is my favorite story :D and I'll try to update faster, in any case not once every three months.

Rushed ending was rushed. I hope this does not come as a surprise. As I said in the previous chapter, I don't plan to write their first time, for safety reasons, but I will write a lemon at some point.

Thank you for the amazing reviews and for not killing me B) I'm one lucky girl to have such devoted readers. I love you all.

The idea with the swimming pool belongs to KureaRinyu37furansu. And I also wanna thank her for the English-French translation :D Thank you dear~

From the next chapter on, let's just say that life won't be so pink for … anyone. I think I have finally reached the moment I had been planning for a long, long time.

Also I need a beta, so if any of you would like to become the beta for this story, please PM me.