Forgotten Sonata

By: Ryokoluv17

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
Marilyn Monroe

Ryoko heaved a content sigh as she rolled over to find her clothed raven-haired lover turning to acknowledge her with his most charming smile. "Leaving me so soon, lover? There is still night dew clinging to the soil. The sun is not yet hot, Tenchi." She whined forming the cutest pout she could muster.

He treads over and stoops to give her a playful kiss, "But the bees are already hard at work. As much as I would love to be in bed with you all day, I made a promise to my dad I will take care of a few things this morning since I left him a bit early yesterday."

"All right All right, I guess I will let you go this time. I can't promise it'll be this easy next time." She teases him, she giggled more seeing him fuss over his black tie, Ryoko pushes back the bedspread paying no heed to her nudity, "May I?" She smirked as Tenchi suddenly redden, he felt his erogenous region reacting to the nude beauty before him. "Y'know Tenchi, you inspire me to better myself."

"R-Really, Ryoko?" He ran his tongue over his bottom lip suddenly parched, her perky breasts jostle each other with her every slightest movement tugging and looping the black tie. "T-That's great."

'She's such a tease.' Tenchi sought to think of the most outlandish notions, just to keep him from becoming sexually aroused. "You are being very naughty."

Ryoko smirked, "Did I forget to mention that you're a very warm-hearted person and so down to earth. Our conversations always bring me a lot of joy." She finished and allowed her hands to run over his tone chest not forgetting to pinch his nipples, 'Dammit.' Tenchi brows furrowed as he not only felt a surge of carnality at this point of the morning but what she said reminded him of the displeasure he felt in his marriage, he could not recall the last time Ayeka ever complimented him. He tilts his head back trying to restrain himself yet again. Ryoko leans forward, keeping steady eye contact, her breast pressed more against the fabric of his shirt, his jaw tightened as he gave her a lustful sidelong glance looking to her lips then traveling to her hazel eyes.

A twisted smile, her mouth parted softly calling his name. That's when he lost it crushing his lips to hers. "Ryoko." He whispered firmly looking into her eyes intensely, she stared back wanting more of his kisses. Passionately he took hold of her head, allowing his fingers to tangle in her hair as he crushed his lips against hers grunting hungrily, he advanced forward causing her to stumble back.

Absorbed by the feel of him, Ryoko gasped as he moved her head to the side lovingly attacking her neck. "Those soft lips. Tenchi please…" She purrs, feeling his agile fingers fondle her body. Charged with excitement, she was able to straddle him pulling the dress shirt from the depths of his slacks. Running his hands over her forearms, he chuckled as goosebumps start to appear. "You mustn't laugh, or you will spoil the moment." She loomed over him giving him feathery strokes of her tongue on all over his toned upper body, he complied sliding his eyes shut in ecstasy dropping his head against the pillow. Ryoko tosses the blouse to the floor and eases her body to his waist.

Admiring her fervor in their foreplay, his member throb inside its cavern crying for release. His brow rose as he snuck a peek at her, watching as her full lips curved into a grin cupping him into her hand. "God Ryoko," He could almost see that notorious naughty smile of hers behind his lids. It was not long before he was covered by the slick heat of her mouth surrounding his member, he let out a ragged breath.

"Still want to leave me, Tenchi? Hm?" She began to probe him in a slow repetitive motion, he shudders and whets his lips full of desire. He shook his head not able to speak, Ryoko grinned increasing her pace holding his lower half captive in her sinewy arms. Hearing his breathing becoming rushed, she slithers upwards against him, her possessive amber eyes not leaving his. Giving her a sincere compliment, his lingering eye contact, his hands gripped her firmed rump moving her hips against his he entered her feminine portal. Her rapid, shallow breathes matched his rhythm, her hands rested on the lean muscles of his chest wanting to reach fulfillment, and he ensured he will give it to her.

Dazed and mellowed Ryoko felt she was reaching her peak. In no time her climax came at her in strong waves, she circled her arms around his neck as he continued to drive into her powerfully. His arms wrapped around her tightly as she cried out to him on his shoulder, one deep primitive grunt, a wearied Ryoko sighed and laid her head down on his moist chest. Tenchi squeezed her shoulders as he let out small gasps. Sleep greeted them a short time later.

A couple of hours later the golden medallion blazed over the grounds of the compound, its light creeping through the curtains eliciting Ryoko to stir. Having enough she reached out running her hand over the space next to her. Still, with her eyes close she frowns fiddling with a paper. Rising up fully and scratching the side of her head, she skims through the note despondently, Tenchi had snagged the opportunity to escape while she was in deep slumber, at least he promised he will be back later in the day.

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Ayeka strolled leisurely down the two-way split staircase, after the altercation with her mother, she tossed and turned throughout the night, only to fall asleep two hours before the break of dawn. As she approaches the dining room, she was able to decipher the voices and their owners, she grimaced.

The chatter and laughter all ceased as they acknowledge her. The servant draws the chair out beside Sasami and motioned for Ayeka to sit, to which she grabbed the seat two chairs away. The servant slid the serving dishes away to where Ayeka chose to sit.

"Good Morning, Ayeka." Funaho bow her head from her spot beside Azusa. "Slept well?"

"Good Morning, Funaho. For the most part, thanks for asking. I am sure you have as well." Ayeka retorts with a touch of mockery shooting a glance across at an unbothered Misaki. Azusa noted the exchange from behind his mug of coffee, he found the growing tension between the woman stifling.

"Kato-sama, please take Sasami to her room." Azusa voiced deeply almost startling the confused little girl. The aged woman quickly eases the little girl out the seat and places the food on a tray.

"What for, father?" Sasami blinks at him innocently.

"Your mothers and I need to have a word with your sister."

Sasami nodded and briefly, side glanced her impassive sibling. "Yes, Father."

Ayeka kept her eyes downcast poking at the food, she concludes that the trio was trying to conjure up what to say to her. The corner of her bare lips pursed as she peered at them, "Is this one of those times when you want me to lie to protect this…thing you call a marriage? Protecting your delicate emotions? This is a travesty! Weak people you are!" She spoke with no hesitation.

Funaho sucked in her lips as she gave Azusa a sidelong glance of her own, finding his silence, his piercing stare and Misaki stillness irking she turned to the woman at the end of the table, "I'm trying my best to be polite, but another remark like that young lady I will drag you up and down this house like a rag doll pregnant or not. Do you understand me, Ayeka?!" Funaho warned tightening her fist, "I have never been so insulted!" She went through a serious of self-comforting touches to soothe her anger.

Azusa glared across at his daughter who flashed a smile, "The nerve of you! That is your mother! Ask for forgiveness!"

"Forgiveness? Mother?" Ayeka mouth retracted exposing the top row of her perfect pearled teeth, as she looked on to the affronted woman. "She convinced mother to abandon her family! How did that feel, Funaho? Using me, pretending to care for me and my sister, be my friend all to just to get close to my father and his assets!"

With her eyes blazing with rage, Funaho shot up from her chair, desperately struggling internally to not asphyxiate the younger woman, "What the hell is wrong with you?! Is this how little you think of me?! From the moment you step foot in this house, you have done nothing but give me a hard time with your sly remarks. I worked so hard to be where I am now and I'm not going to let someone like you take that away from me. I have a responsibility and that is caring for your father! Don't you dare talk over me, little girl! I will not let you drag any of us into your pit of misery, you spoiled wench! Azusa, tell her to leave, leave! I wouldn't miss you. Nobody would!" Funaho agonized.

"I'd wish you stop and realize just how loud you're being." Her dark brows snapped together.

"Leave…" Funaho hissed.

"Are you going to cry now? Honestly, the worst thing you can do is stare." Ayeka countered.

"Don't you dare challenge me." Funaho eyes widen, Ayeka mouth parted again.

"That is enough Ayeka!" Azusa glowered causing her to flinch, her dark eyes narrow at her father, "I think you've exerted yourself enough for one day."

Misaki expression hardened, "Regardless of the impudence from our daughter last night and now. In her crude way, she is being truthful. Many years ago, I thought walking away would give me time to gather my thoughts as they were advocated, but I was wrong, I needed to salvage our marriage, so I returned.

"A whole year and a half later," Ayeka criticized.

"When I returned just months before the war ensued, I said to myself that there was nothing to be ashamed of by making myself the priority for once," Misaki whispered towards the end

"You were needing a place to dwell, a familiar place, naturally. Let us not censor ourselves." Ayeka asserted.

"What I was not prepared for was a new life of contentment had already been established." Misaki continues, paying no attention to her annoyed daughter, and looks across to Funaho who sat overwrought wondering where Misaki was going in her speech. "As the years went by it was not long that I realized you unlocked something in me." She heaves a sigh, "I had returned to living a life more confused and lonely. And it took my daughter, to finally wake me up from this!" She snapped.

Azusa sympathetically reached out to hold her hand, she shook her head frowning, "Please don't make this harder than it already is. There's nothing you can do…" Misaki advised

"Misaki, I do not feel comfortable leaving you alone in this condition, let me take care of you." Misaki shakes her head as he went on, "It took you thirty-one years of not telling me this. I no longer cannot sit on idle and do nothing when you have been suffering so much." Misaki wipes away a few of her tears as she rose from the table.

"I do not have confidence in your promises. I just need some time to myself." She walks to the door heels filling the quiet room, but just before she walked out Funaho spoke up.

"Don't do this to yourself, I am responsible too. Misaki please!" Funaho pleaded sorrowfully placing a hand on her chest seeing Misaki shook her head in disagreement.

"Don't cry for me, Funaho. It is not your fault. I did this to myself" Misaki added softly. She angles her body away from the trio, giving Ayeka one last look and stormed out.

Ayeka twisted herself forward to look at her father, "This is not how I planned this would go down, but we all knew this day was going to come sooner or later." Ayeka admitted taking a sip of the tangy drink. Funaho dejectedly look towards Ayeka, face paled.

"Are you going to let me suffer more?!" Funaho bellowed.

"We'll see…" Ayeka smirked as Funaho dashed past her and out the room.

"Once you leave here, don't ever come back." Azusa voiced sternly keeping his eyes downcast.

"You can't even look me in the eyes and say it," Ayeka chuckled sitting back in the chair.

"What more do you want?!" Azusa roars staring daggers at her, his own guilt eating at him.

"I am not going to tell you what to do, Father. If I tell you, you won't put in the effort." She advised approaching him with concern.

He averted his eyes from her, she was dead on. "I am old Ayeka, each year brings me closer to the end of my life. I cannot erase the past. I lost myself and forgotten what mattered. All because I was selfish and with no patience. Perhaps you can take a lesson or two from this," He brushed past her, Ayeka watched his retreating form disappear from view.

Jilted and pained, she rested most of her weight on the window sill as her knees gave out, she twists her body so her back rested on the cool wall.

"I don't blame them for being afraid of me. I am afraid of myself too. But I did what I had to do-I spoke the truth. Why hide behind dishonesties?" She peers down at her belly sitting cross legged. "Oh, what a life you will have?"

Sometimes Memories are the worst form of torture.

A/N: Sorry for the delay. This chapter seems short, but I needed to push it out.

Regarding the relationship between Funaho and Misaki. I understand in the OVA Funaho is the more mature and quiet type whereas Misaki the complete opposite. I thought I would have a little fun swapping their personalities-but boy was it difficult, I almost gave up on it. Anywho, see ya in the next chapter. Don't forget to review