This takes place 2 years before canon. Rumiko is 26, Takato is 8.

Warning: Rape/Non-con elements and dubious consent. Tagging sexual assault too just in case.

Soft rain hitting the glass window, atmospheric light about in the parlor, and a serving of ice cream each for the two of them. It was almost a romantic date all in all. Almost.

Rumiko smiled down at her young partner. "How does it taste, Takato?"

The boy who was barely half her age stopped from stuffing his face with ice cream and looked up to her, the uneasy smile from before yet to leave his beautiful face. It almost made her reconsider, to get up from her seat to leave and never look back.

"...It's delicious. I like it," he said, his eyes briefly meeting hers before he cast them down again.

Rumiko picked a piece of tissue and wiped the stray bit of ice cream stuck on his lips. She chuckled as his face caught the pinkish hue of a Sakura petal.

Right. Takato was her Sakura petal. Beautiful, yet so tiny and fragile. She wished to hold him in her hands, protect him from harm, and keep him for herself forever. Yes. He was her precious Sakura. And like all Sakura petals, he would soon fly away from her and be forever out of her reach.

Rumiko patted Takato's head after putting the tissue down. "You don't seem to like me much."

Takato panicked and cutely flailed his hands to alleviate her worry.

"N-no! I do like you. It's just... Mom said I shouldn't talk to strangers..." He looked away, his voice becoming weaker as he explained, but she didn't miss the occasional reserved glances he threw towards her.

Rumiko bopped his nose, amused. "Your mom is right. You shouldn't talk to strangers. But we aren't strangers anymore are we?"

Takato hesitantly shook his head while shyly rubbing the spot she just touched.

"Does your mom know you're hanging out with me?"

He shook his head again, pursing his lips. "I told I her I'm playing with Hirokazu. She won't believe if I say I'm hanging out with an adult."

Oh, but she would, along with all the complications that would come with it. Rumiko nodded sagely and offered him some of her vanilla ice cream. He had opted for chocolate, evident from the dark smudge on his lips. He blushed but opened his mouth and accepted the spoonful.

"Are you free next weekend?"

He nodded, the spoon still in his mouth. The sight drew a giggle out of her.

"Then I have someplace I want to take you."

They first went to a theme park. Rumiko took full advantage of the parents-with-children discount they offered.

She smiled watching Takato play in the water with other children his age, the sun shining on his bare, smooth skin. His laugh was like music, beautiful and brightening the world as it played its melody. The melody of her phone's ringtone remained ignored.

After they had their fun, Rumiko took Takato to a cinema where they watched the newly released Digimon movie. While the franchise already lost its charm for her adult taste, she could still see its magic taking ahold of the boy's attention throughout the movie. Away in the safety of her private thoughts, she imagined his pretty red eyes looking at her with the same enraptured look he had on the wide screen.

It was nearing the end of the movie when Rumiko felt Takato's head rest on her shoulder. His eyes were fluttering, threatening to close shut against his will. The whole day playing had taken its toll on him. It was already sunset too. She smiled softly, running her fingers through his locks.

"Do you want to leave?"

He nodded tiredly before sleep took ahold of.

Rumiko carried him to a hotel room that she had booked just for the day and set him on the bed before lying next to him. His eyes fluttered open when she stroked his unbelievably soft cheek.

"Rumiko-san?" He muttered weakly.

She nodded and landed a kiss on his forehead.

"Takato. Do you like me?" she asked, her face inches away from his.

Sleep was still on his eyes when he answered, but it was the most honest confession she'd ever heard, truer than any one she'd ever gotten.

"I like you. You're... pretty."

Nothing in the world mattered right then and there, for Rumiko had her Sakura petal in her grasp at last.

"Then I have something I want to show you." Her hands cupped his cheeks as she leaned into his face. Their brief kiss ended with Takato gaping at her, light returning to his eyes.

"R-Rumiko-san?" She smiled, shushing him when she went for his pants. Not a moment later, she was face to face with the boy's most hidden body part, tiny and innocently twitching between his opened legs. A cute squeek escaped him when she cupped his penis in its entirely. She gently squeezed it around her palm, entranced by its warmth.

He squeeked again in surprise when she enveloped it in her mouth, her tongue exploring its every grooves and grain. She felt his gaze on her and glanced up to see him watch her in morbid fascination. She couldn't help the playful grin that pulled at her lips, her teeth softly biting into his chewy skin. Apparently it was a wrong move.

Immediately, tears began to gather in Takato's eyes as he began to hyperventilate. His body was about to inch backward only to freeze in horror when he looked down and saw she still had him locked in her mouth.

"P-please! Don't hurt me. I-I'll do anything! Just please." He begged, hiding his sobbing face behind his hands. Rumiko pulled her head back and drew her mouth into a thin line, frowning.

Right, of course. She was an adult towering over a child. How did she expect said child to react when she just up and treated him like she'd a sexually experienced grown man? To think she scared him...

She left his flaccid penis to reach for his arms and gently peeled them open. When she saw the horror in his eyes, the voice of conscience in the back of her mind reminded her she could still back away and forget this ever happened. But the voice held non power against the allure of his purity. And so she wiped his tears, smiled, and squeezed his shoulders in reassurance.

"This won't hurt, I promise. Do you trust me?"

Takato stammered, his head moving as if he was trying to shake it but paused midway. He didn't look at her when he hesitantly nodded. "I trust you," he croaked.

The voice of conscience shouted again, but Rumiko ignored it in favor of planting a kiss on his forehead. She hugged him close, whispering in his ear.

"I'm your friend, Takato. I won't hurt you. This is just... a game. Best friends play this with each other for fun."

"Really?"

"I promise."

His stiff shoulders slumped and when their eyes met again, she almost backed out. Especially with those bloodshot eyes, beautiful as they were in her lust-clouded mind. The voice of conscience knew she was a lost cause and disappeared into the recess of her mind.

"Can I?" She gestured downward where his hands had found a new home between his legs. He gulped and reluctantly removed them to reveal his erection. It was standing slightly stiffer than before, even more so when she suckled on it like a tiny pacifier. as it gradually grew inside her mouth and touched her cheeks at full size, yet he was tiny enough she could suck on his whole length without choking.

She bobbed her head up and down his delicious length, her hand playing with his ballsack. His moaning was music to her ears. His breath soon becamed ragged, his body shaking. He unsconsiously thrust out his hips so much that her face was buried between his legs.

"S-something's coming–"

She pulled herself back in time before he could release anything more than precum. Above her, Takato was panting from the stimulation. But there was expectedly a disappointed expression his face. He probably was attempting to frown, but it came off more like a pout. She decided to tease him a bit and ran her finger from under his neck to his chin. He shuddered before blushing when they stared into each other's eyes.

"Was that fun?" She said.

"It was at first," he said and fiddled with his fingers. Gone was the fear in his eyes, replaced by curiousity. "When you pulled back it felt..."

"Like a letdown?" Rumiko supplied to which he nodded. "Don't worry. I pulled back early. We don't want you to shoot your cum too soon."

His ears perked at the foreign vocabulary, and it took all of her willpower to not smother him in her chest when he repeated after her.

"What's cum?" He asked with the face of an angel. She seared the adorable image into her melting heart and beckoned him to come forward.

"You'll see. Come sit."

She positioned herself against the bed's headboard and guided the boy onto her laps. His back rested against her bouncing chest, rousing an excitement she hadn't felt in a long time. She hugged him from behind, planting another kiss on his cheek in the process. He blushed and looked down, but his abashed smile betrayed any enjoyment he felt from all the affectionate gestures.

"So now that you know how fun this game is, do you trust me?"

He nodded eagerly. "I want to play more."

"Good boy." She said, her eyes transfixed on the smooth skin beneath his collar. Such beautiful color, all for her to take.

Takato shuddered under her palms when it trailed from his waist to his armpits, but otherwise didn't object. His shirt and windbreaker slid off easily from his body, leaving him naked as the day he was born. Rumiko traced her fingers over his smooth and supple shoulder, savoring their feel against her own touch.

She rested her chin on his head. "This time I'll do it till finish, alright? Don't hold anything back."

He didn't seem to understand her words fully, but he still gave her an eager "okay."

While her left hand headed for his nipple, her right wrapped itself around the now full length of his penis. He sighed as she again began to pleasure him. His perked nipple bounced against her thumb and index fingers, while his flat chest pulled taut as she fondled it.

With the help of her saliva from earlier combined with his continuously leaking precum, her other hand repeatedly pumped him and left him taking deep, heavy breaths. The last time she had sex, the head of her partner's penis was a bulbous red piece of meat that, while charming, was in no way adorable. But Takato was young. His had yet to mature, leaving his foreskin to cover his cute eight-year-old penis.

His heavy breathing eventually evolved into pants. To let him savor every bit of this moment, she slowed down her pace and played with his nipples more, tapping and and pinching and circling her fingers around them. He sighed in bliss, his dazed eyes staring into space. It was cute seeing him drool from just her hands. The silence that was only accompanied by Takato's gasps and sighs eventually prompted her to hum out a song. It was a nostalgic lullaby, one she used to sing to her daughter.

Takato grew an interest in the song. "What song is that?" He asked weakly, his breathing having gotten better from the slower pace.

"Yuuhi no Yakusoku." She said wistfully. The name brought many memories with it, both bad and good. "It's a song I learned from my ex-husband."

"Oh. It sounds sad."

The fapping sound of her hand jerking his penis was a rather odd white noise against their conversation. Rumiko chuckled as she thought how to best answer it.

"It is. It's a song about goodbyes." She sighed, a rare feeling of longing rising in her chest. "This was one of the only things he left behind."

"You said husband." Takato tilted his head up to meet her eyes. "Do you have kids then?"

Rumiko nodded, finding the conversation getting more and more difficult. Her precious Ruki was no more older than eight, yet here she was having sex with a child her daughter's age. She shook the thought out of her head, finding it too late to even reconsider.

"I have a daughter. Really cute and rebellious that one." She said, not letting go of this chance to tattle about the girl. What her daughter didn't know wouldn't hurt her. His next question however surprised her enough to pause her hand for an entire second.

"Do you do play like this with your daughter too?"

Rumiko froze. She'd never-

The voice of conscience returned for a brief moment before being buried again. The moment passed just as quickly as it arose. She hid her guilt with a laugh and resumed to milk his squishy and squiggly boy flower, somewhere not even he himself had touched so sensually.

"Of course not." Like a woman possessed, she breathed into his ear and feasted upon the sight of his shudder. "You're my most special person. I don't play this with anyone else."

Takato's blush that had subsided during their conversation returned full force. Rumiko's remaining moral compass wished it'd stopped at that, because his beaming smile, pleased at her compliment, finally summoned her inner demon out. His giggle aroused her, setting alight a fire inside her thighs. The fire might have doused in no time, had Takato not said something that sealed the final nail in her coffin.

"I like you, Rumiko-san."

Against a smile as bright as the sun, Rumiko faltered and returned it with her own. She was the first person to touch him in such a way, and like the demon she was, she relished in the thoughts of corrupting her pure angel.

"I like you too, Takato." She said, lost in his innocent eyes. Pulling herself up to her knees, she guided the boy into sitting on all four. With his bare butt pushing against her waist, she rested her chest on his back, humping her own wet flower slowly against it.

Her left hand soon turned away from his nipples to join her right where his erect penis was begging to be released. His ballsack was like a button, making him whimper with every squeeze. He screamed her name, his body shaking under her chest.

"R-Rumiko-san! Something's coming out!" Takato said in something akin to fear.

"It's fine, Takato. Let it all out," she reassured him as she increased her pace, eager to watch him reach his climax. His moans became louder, his shaking more violent. Takato dug his fingers into the mattress, crying out her name.

"Rumiko-san! I'm... I'm..." Like watching a flower bud blooming for the first time, Takato came with a scream. Streams of white semen shot from his penis onto the mattress, her hand that was coated in the unripe nectar never slowing in its pursuit to draw more of it out. He jerked back and forth in his orgasm, gradually releasing his loads until all that was left was the leaking leftover cum. Rumiko squeezed every last drop of it, savoring his gasps and satisfied moans.

Takato collapsed onto the mattress afterwards, a blissful expression on his tired face. His nectar was sweet, but not as sweet as his lips when she rolled him over and laid him properly on the bed.

"Did you like it?" She asked her angel.

Takato nodded but was interrupted by a yawn, too tired from the combination of today's activities and his recent orgasm. "Can we play this again later?"

Rumiko brushed his bangs away and planted a kiss on his forehead. "Tell you what, sleepyhead. You rest now and I'll teach you more about this game when you wake up."

"Um-hm." He nodded again, this time surprising her with a weak peck on her cheek. Rumiko smiled at him in thanks, her hand rubbing the wet spot his soft lips left. What a sweet boy...

Sleep soon took fell on his eyes. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest in fascination. Her fingers danced across his smooth chest, only to trail down and find their way down between his thighs, carefully playing with his still wet and sticky flaccid boy part. Takato squirmed in his sleep but otherwise was indifferent to her tease. His penis was a different story. It grew under her touch, squishing adorably inside her slow-moving hand. She wondered what his dreams were about, or maybe he wasn't dreaming at all.

She couldn't see his face clearly before when he had his back to her, but now she knew she'd fallen in love. She wished she'd brought a camera to snap the subtle shift of expression on his sleeping face the longer she massaged his sensitive length. As a model, people often took note of and complimented her beauty. She herself acknowledged as much but Takato... If beauty was a scale, he stood at its topmost alone and without competition.

It was with that beautiful face that he came again, his child-aged cum spurting onto his belly with a soft grunt. Even after that, he still slept so peacefully. Rumiko pulled him to her chest and hugged him close, taking whatever she could of his warmth. She wouldn't be coming back after this, but at least she could make best of the time she had left. When he woke up later, she hoped he could forgive her for leaving with not so much as a heads up.

The world blurred around her, and as she dozed off listening to Takato's deep inhales and exhales, she hoped she could forgive herself for playing with the emotion of such a young child.

When Takato woke up later, he found himself on the street a few blocks away from his house, fully dressed with a baggy jacket on his person. Neither Rumiko-san nor the hotel was in sight.

"Rumiko-san?" He huddled in his new jacket in the unusually cold night, calling out her name to no response. He pulled himself up only to bend down again when something dropped to his feet. It was a flip phone with a note attached to it. His hands shook in disbelief under the streetlight as he read its neat writing.

"This is the last time we see each other. I'm sorry I used you and didn't even wait until you wake up to see you off. Please stay safe." There was a scratched out "I lov-" left unfinished at the end.

"W-what? What does that mean? That can't be it!" He read the note over and over, trying to confirm if he read it right. When only the exact same words taunted him, he flipped open the phone to look for something that could prove him wrong. He found nothing except an instruction on how to use the phone.

His mind went blank, not understanding what'd just happened. Just a few moments ago he'd been in her arms. And now she was gone, just like that? Takato walked to his home from muscle memory alone, absentmindedly thumping his shoulder on every streetlight and wall he chanced upon.

He barely registered the panicked shout of his mom or the smothering hug that followed. His parents scolded him, but even that was a blur, his thought's sole focus on the note that'd been crumpled under his shaky fist. When he was back on his bed staring at the ceiling, he shed out his first tears for the night.

Rumiko-san had left him. Why?