Chapter 5: The Sparks *UNEDITED*

(P/S = Strong languages – might be offensive *I'm sorry*)

Morning sunlight made its way through the heavy curtains, sound of car honks can be heard as a signed of busy morning. Chizuru snuggled closer to the source of warmth next to her. She felt peaceful being wrapped in a pair of strong arms and she inhaled the masculine scent pressed against her forehead. She snaked her arms around the hard chest.

Chizuru opened her eyes and realised someone was sleeping next to her, on her bed and…shirtless.

"Arghh!" Chizuru pushed herself away from him. Her brain was struggling to register the situation.

"Urgh! Do you mind? I need to sleep." Hijikata groaned, turning his back from her.

"Wh-wha-what are you doing on my bed?!" Chizuru nudged Hijikata's shoulder with her index finger.

Hijikata mumbled under his breath. Chizuru looked flabbergasted considering him being shirtless and hers with only the bathrobe. She tugged the duvet across her chest, feeling exposed despite being covered by the baby blue fabric.

"Hijikata-san, wake up!"

He didn't reply.

"Hijkata-san?"

"What?" he reply lazily.

"Why are you on my bed?" She asked slowly. Hundreds of possible situations about what had happened with him ended up on her bed last night and none of the possibilities calm her down.

Hijikata sighed. He got up and rested his head on the headboard. His head still pounded from last night's headache.

"Don't you remember anything Yukimura?" he asked, closing his eyes to ease his throbbing head.

Chizuru didn't answer. She was trying to remember but everything was vague. "I'm not sure what happened but I do remember we went for dinner."

Hijikata opened his eyes and raised one of his perfect eyebrows. His lips slowly formed an evil smirk. Chizuru gulped.

"Really you don't remember? Oh my dear Chizuru. You were so great. I'll never forget every single moment…" he reached out his hand and caressed Chizuru's left cheek.

Chizuru's eyes widened as big as possible. "No way on earth anything happened last night! Not you…I mean not with you!" She pushed him off the bed and that caught him off guard.

Chizuru squirmed under his menacing glare. "Is this how you treat someone who took care of you when you were obviously too drunk to remember anything?"

"I – " Chizuru stopped halfway when she heard a knock on the front door. "Coming!" She got up, ran to open the door to see Kenji with two paper bags on both hands.

"Good Morning. Are you ready? I brought breakfast for you." He smiled brightly. Kenji was feeling nervous too face Chizuru today because he intentionally left her yesterday, so he brought a breakfast as an apology.

"I…ermm…I just woke up. Sorry. Come on in." Chizuru smiled sheepishly when she realised Kenji was checking her out in the blue robe.

"Chizu –" Hijikata –in boxer sans top – went out of the room whilst stretching his arms up and saw Kenji's shocked face and Chizuru's wide eyes. His body was well toned, no extra flabby fats around his abdomen making it flat with chiselled abs present from days of working out at the gym. Chizuru unconsciously brought her fingers to her lips to make sure she wasn't drooling from the fine view in front of her. Her throat became dry with the sight of his muscles when he stretched his arms.

I wonder how it felt to have my fingers run along that flat stomach and have my manicured nails graze his shoulder blade. Stop it! She shook her face to stop her mind from going further into fantasy. Damn hormone.

"Oh! Good morning Kenji. For me? Thanks." Hijikata took one of the paper bags from Kenji's hand despite him looking at Hijikata with a murderous glare. If look could kill, Hijikata will be as good as a burger patty. He took out a chocolate muffin and sips the coffee.

"Coffee no sugar. You sure know how I prefer my coffee." Hijikata took a bite of the muffin, never leaving his eyes away from Kenji. He raised one of his eyebrow when he saw Kenji gritted his teeth as if he was refraining himself from punching the daylight out of Hijikata. Hijikata gave one of him famous crooked smile. He simply shove some of the muffin into Chizuru's slightly open mouth, seemed like she wasn't completely recover from the shock of his beautiful body. She was used at looking at such well-carved-body-from-God every time she has to work with male model but when it comes to Hijikata's, it sure did trigger some funny feeling deep in her stomach especially this early morning with his bed hair slightly messy and his intense violet eyes when he looked at her this moment.

"See anything you like?" He smirked, noticing Chizuru still checking him out.

"What?!" Chizuru spitted some of the crumbs when she tries to talk.

"Relax sweetheart. Don't talk when your mouth's full. Drink this." Hijikata offered his coffee and Chizuru took it without complaint. She made a face when the bitter taste passed her throat.

"What the fish? What is this drink? Charcoal?" She gave the coffee back to Hijikata.

"This charcoal is a coffee. No sugar and my favourite. Remember that sweetheart because next time I stay here, I want the same thing for my breakfast." Hijikata chuckled when Chizuru's face turned beet root with his teasing. He turned his amused eyes to Kenji. I really enjoy making this guy loose his mind. He raised his coffee cup in cheers gesture to mock Kenji.

Kenji cleared his throat. "Yukimura-san, what's…going on here?" He forced to control his anger through clenched teeth.

"You've got it wrong. I…I woke up; found this guy on my bed. I mean I don't remember what exactly going on. I…I…I think I know but I don't – " Chizuru stumbled on words; feeling slightly uncomfortable when Kenji gave her 'the judgemental' look

Hijikata snaked his free arm around Chizuru's waist, bringing her closer to him chest. The corner of his lips turned slightly upwards when he heard her gasp.

"I slept here after we had an amazing dinner last night. Apparently this loser of a manager decided to ditch a beautiful girl, leaving her alone at the office so I, being the most gentlemen asked her to occupy my lonely night and warm my bed – well technically, her bed but whatever.. I am a man and I do have needs that need to be fulfilled." Hijikata tightened his hold when Chizuru wiggled in his arm.

Kenji never left his eyes from Hijikata when he said to Chizuru "Yukimura-san, I think it's better if you get ready now or we'll be late to work. I'll wait in the lobby." With that he closed the front door not so gently leaving stoned Chizuru and bored looking Hijikata.

"Why you little son of a – "

"No more word. Go get ready." He loosens his hold around her waist and let go of her. Chizuru felt a sudden disappointment from the loss of his body heat near her.

She stomped her feet in rage to shower, feeling mad at herself from being affected from Hijikata's mere touch and at him for being so…so freaking hot!

The whole day went by without any hitch. Hijikata still acted as if nothing happened between them – well she convinced her nothing had happened. Whenever she tries asking him, he'll dodge the bullet and give her his annoying smirk. They did the photoshoot outdoor at Harajuku in the morning and in front of Tokyo Tower after lunch. Despite the morning being sunny, spring's wind blew occasionally making her shivered; mainly from the wind and the co-model himself. Most of the photos required her to cuddle with Hijikata and –unfortunetely – was a nerve wrecking for Chizuru in the middle of busy Harajuku. Every time his long fingers slide seductively up her arms, his warm breath fanned her creamy neck, his mesmerizing violet eyes gazed into her brown eyes – like he was sucking her soul out and when the tip of his fingers lightly traced circles against her dress at the small of her back made heat pooled in her lower belly and butterflies ran amok in her stomach. Damn this guy. Chizuru muttered.

"What's wrong Yukimura? I could hear your heart beating like a mad man?" Hijikata whispered, eyes never leaving the camera lens. He was seating on a bench with Chizuru leaned closer against his back in front of Tokyo Tower

"I haven't a clue of what you're talking about." Chizuru replied nonchalantly. The reason for her wild beating heart was because she unintentionally took a deep breath when she stood closer to him, making her breathe in his spicy cologne. His cologne smelt wild, raw and masculine – like the man himself.

"Ok Yukimura-san, lean closer. Wrap your arms around his neck and look to your right. Hijikata-san, you remain the same." Ruuji adjusted his position.

"Really? Don't tell me you're intoxicated by my presence." He chuckled.

Chizuru cringed. "You're a very conceited man."

"Whatever you say Yukimura." His teasing tone made her think he still got the infamous smirk that irked her in so many ways.

"Good job Yukimura-san, Hijikata-san. Now to wrap everything up, we need you two to dance." Ruuji made hand gestures to his crew to start packing slowly.

"Ruuji-san, what dance?" Chizuru let go of her arms as if he burnt her and quickly marched away from Hijikata.

"Nothing too serious" Ruuji waved his hand dismissively. "Just two of you wrap around each other's arms and act romantic." He grinned, his index finger tapping his chin lightly as if thinking some brilliant ideas.

"Urgh…romantic? With that guy? Puh-les" Chizuru shuddered.

"I ain't that bad sweetheart. If I recall, you did enjoy last night." Hijikata wrap his arms around her waist from behind and gave feathery kisses along her throat.

Chizuru shivered upon the contact of his lips. "Let me go, you idiot!"

Hijikata tightened his hold. He purposely did that to provoked Kenji because he knew he was looking their way. He felt his sharp eyes burnt holes behind his head. He didn't like Kenji. Something about him made him irritated so much. Perhaps jealousy, he knew the look he gave Chizuru whenever she wasn't looking. Jealousy? Huh! Definitely not that. He's just being childish. Remember what happened to you with your previous girlfriend? Shut up! I'm not listening. He quickly blocked his thoughts.

Chizuru muttered mantras to calm her when she saw several crews stopped whatever they were doing and looked towards them, even Ryuuji quirked an eyebrow at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You must have mistaken me with another woman." She replied slightly louder, to make it clear that it was all misunderstanding.

"Really?" He replied vaguely, continued nuzzling her neck.

"Yes and will you let me go?" she wiggled.

"Stop wiggling!" He snapped at her.

"What? Don't you dare snap at me!" Chizuru hissed.

Instead of replying, he pressed his hips closer to her bottom. Chizuru gasped when she felt something poke against her flesh. Without thinking, she immediately turned around, shoved him off her and gave a slap in the face. Shocked and angry were an understatement because Hijikata was very mad beyond words. He cradled his red cheek. His eyes narrowed and jaws clenched.

"What the hell was that woman?!" He shouted.

"You idiot! Moron! Stupid! Pervert!" She raised her voice to match his and walked passed him, bumping shoulder as hard as she could. Hijikata stumbled on the ground, watching her retreating back with anger.

Ruuji offered his hand to him and he took it. "I don't know what your problem with her but you do understand we need to finish this photoshoot today, right?" Ruuji asked - eyes concerned. Even though he was used with models making scenes on set, he still felt concerned and agitated to get everything done according to schedule.

"Yeah, I get it. She's PSM-ing. I can never understand woman. That woman expecially!" He shouted last few words at her direction.

Ruuji chuckled. "Ok. Whatever you say. Let's get that red mark covered. We're doing a romantic photoshoot and I don't want that thing in my pictures. Go back to your trailer." He patted Hijikata's back.

30 minutes later,

Chizuru and Hijikata were back to action. They put their disagreement aside and acted professional in front of lens. Although some crews watched them warily, they pretended like it never happened. They proceeded like usual despite tension thick hanging between their heads but never the less; they managed to reach the end.

"Beautiful, give me more of that expression Yukimura-san!" Ruuji instructed. "Finally, before we end, I want you to look at each other." He walked towards them. "Hijikata-san, I want you to support Yukimura-san when she leans back, ok?"

Both of them momentarily looked confused. Ruuji sigh before showing them what he had in mind. "Hijikata-san, your right arm support her waist, Yukimura-san, will you wrap your hands around his neck?" Chizuru did as asked.

"Good like that. Now, slowly you lean back. Hijikata-san, wrap your right hand around her waist. We don't want her to fall."

"I'd love to let her fall." Hijikata mumbled. Not loud enough for Ryuuji to hear but Chizuru caught him saying that – making her eyes narrow dangerously at him.

"Fantastic. Hijikata-san, you'll hold her left leg when she curves it up slightly. Yes like that." Ruuji admired his work before proceeding behind the camera.

Chizuru quivered when his hand supported her under her left thigh – he most sensitive spot – a bit upwards from the back of her knee through the split of her skirt at her left side. She gulped. Hijikata must have realised her slight trembled and nervousness. His eyes followed the bobbled of her throat when she gulped. He smirked.

"Are you nervous?" He lightly made patterns on her skin, widening his smirk when he felt her goosebumped.

"Do tell me Yukimura, here's your most sensitive spot?"

Chizuru didn't believe her voice. Instead she nodded slowly. Her teeth gritted to control her shivering.

"Good to know." He replied.

Before Chizuru could reply, they heard Ryuuji saying something.

"Ready guys? Action!"

Chizuru felt like forever for them to finish their last scene. Although it didn't take more than 10 minutes, she was dreading to get away from Hijikata's teasing fingers. He deliberately traced light patterns, caressing under her thigh to torture her calm composure. When Ryuuji said they were done for today, she finally felt like breathing for the first time.

"Will you let me go now?" Chizuru hissed.

"Let go of my neck and I'll let you free darling."

She rolled his eyes whilst freeing his neck. "Ouch!" She fell down on the ground.

"How dare you!"

"How dare me? That is for slapping me." The anger was back in his eyes, erasing the playfulness before. He walked away when she was getting up. Chizuru stalked towards him. Her blood was boiling and she definitely had enough of his annoying, big headed treatment towards her since that morning. She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

"Why you big head conceited man! I had enough of your antics the whole day!" She jabbed his chest with her index finger.

"Stop it woman! What the hell is your problem?" Hijikata tried to push her finger away but she managed to inflict slight pain on his chest.

"You want to know what my problems are? You tell me! I asked you nicely what happened this morning and you kept giving me nonchalant answer and you – " She continued jabbing her fingers. She didn't care if she attracted attention from the crews, Kenji or public because she really needs to vent her pent up anger.

"Damn it woman! That hurts!" He trapped both her hands with his. He looked at her. This woman was treading on dangerous water. "Lady, you have beautiful face but your temper is ugly. Your mood swing is even worse and it's not a wonder if no man ever likes you. I bet the only men ever love you were your dead father and twin brother and your uncle!" He shouted before he could think what he was saying. Everything want silent. Suddenly he felt guilty when he saw hurt and sadness crossed Chizuru's eyes. Her eyes turned glassy.

"Yukimura, I – "

Chizuru slapped him again at the same place she did. Hurt was an understatement because he used that piece of information she never tells anyone. The death of her parents and twin brother were taboo to her so when he intentionally used it to hurt – he won because the dried scabs on her heart bleed again.

"Thank you very much Hijikata for reminding me. I must tell you that their death is something that I will never forget until the day I die. Congratulations because you won! You wanted to hurt me right? Now I am hurt beyond redemption." Tears were streaming down her face. She couldn't care less with her ruined mascara.

"You never know me and don't think you do just because you learnt of their death." She swallowed heavy lumps in her throat and choked back her tears. Before she could turn away, Hijikata grabbed her shoulder and crashed her lips with his. Chizuru squirmed but his hold on both her cheeks immobilised her. Chizuru bitted his lower lips as hard as she could – and he let me go. Chizuru slapped him again on the other check before running towards her trailer.

Chizuru slammed her trailer's door before barking whoever inside to leave her alone. She slides against the door ungracefully, letting out loud sobs.

"Oka-san!"

"Oto-san!"

"Kaoru!" She shouted in the empty trailer.

"Do you remember yesterday was my birthday 24th birthday? I'm a big girl now." She giggled whilst crying heavily. Chizuru lay on the floor, allowing darkness to consume her sorrow and pitiful fate.

To be continued…

A/N = Hello! What's up readers? I hope you enjoy this time's update. I'm sorry if it's not to your liking as this is the major point that will change Chizuru & Hijikata's relationship. I hope I did a good job. Don't forget to rate & review. I'll be very happy to receive constructive criticisms & supports from y'all – this is my very 1st fanfic *sheepish smile*. Till next time. Check out my other Chizu/Toshi story on my profile title "Fated Woman"