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A Tekken Story: Through the Years - Volume I	By : DarkRomancer Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
Chapter Summary: Akira manages to patch everything back up since he
father died, however she feels she still has unfinished business, so she
decides to pursue it.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If
you steal, be prepared to suffer.
Chapter Warnings:
Swearing and lemon. Obviously I
have edited it for the FF.net version, however the
fully unedited chapter will be posted on Adult Fanfancition.net so I�ll post a
link if anyone wishes to read it.
Notes: Hey guys, I�m so sorry I haven�t updated in so so long! It�s been totally crazy since I�ve started Uni � I haven�t even had time (or the money) for TTT2 yet!
I promise now that I�ve settled into my new routine I�ll update a bit more!
Extra Notes: Another long chapter, sorry! But things will start
to get a lot more complicated after this, so prepare yourselves!

Chapter 20 � The Real Jin
Kazama will be up soon!
A
Tekken Story: Through the Years

�I miss that town

I miss their faces

You can't erase

You can't replace it

I miss it now

I can't believe it

So hard to stay

Too hard to leave it

If I could relive those days

I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door

I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom
floor

It's hard to say

It's time to say it

Goodbye, Goodbye

Look at this photograph

Every time I do it makes me laugh

Every time I do it makes me��
�Photograph� � Nickelback

Chapter 19 � The Final Goodbye

�Well, is it working?� I asked as auburn-infused
waters droplets dribbled into the bathtub.
Sakura raked her fingers through my hair three
more times for switching off the warm stream that had been flowing across my
scalp,� Yeah, I think we�re done,�
Once my hair was dry and combed, I surveyed
myself in the mirror. My natural coffee-coloured hair that had been dyed a
coal-black colour for the duration of nearly a month had been dyed back to its
original shade, only it was it had a more reddish-brown tone. My eyebrows were
still mismatched and dark, but it looked better than before.
Sakura gave me the nod of approval when I emerged
from the bathroom,� Much better,�
�Great. Thank-you,�
Things had returned to normal two weeks after Jin
�rescued� me (I was still sore over the incident, both physically and
emotionally) and Mom had forgiven me for my erratic behaviour�well, almost. My
family life with Mom, Hana and my unborn sibling was as normal as it could be
(it took a weeks� worth of left over cupcakes for Hana for our relationship to
regulate again) but my school life was a completely different story. Jin was
the only one to speak to me on my first day back after my absence (Mom felt it
was best we spent a little bit of time together as a grieving process), so
after school we went to the caf� before my shift started so I could explain
myself and apologise over coffee and cake to Ryo, Sakura, Ichigo, Satomi, Tae and Shin. They all forgave me
and seemed relieved I was back to my old self, but Ryo�he gave the impression
that he was happy but I couldn�t help but think he felt sad, nearly sombre and
dissatisfied.
Why? Why do you feel
that way?
I spoke to
Jin about it and he revealed that the past few weeks, Ryo had been extremely
troubled, wounded by the way I had treated him and had confined his woes to Jin
himself. But the worst part was that Ryo was the most upset about the way I
ended our relationship, but he felt that maybe it was for the best.
�Did Ryo
give any reason why he thought it was best for our relationship to end?� I
asked Jin as I nursed a cup of hot chocolate in my hands.
Jin sighed,
swinging his eyes away so he wasn�t looking at me, �He said that�people change.
He was glad that you�re back to your usual self, but you had gone through a
traumatic experience when you lost your father, which would change you. He felt
that maybe during this difficult time, it�s best to stay away from you,�
�So, that�s
it? We�re just gonna part like that?�
Despite the
fact that my heart was in the healing process from the inconsolable pain of
Dad�s death, the fact that Ryo had now chosen to stay away from me had only
reopened that wound, but a hundred times worst.�
Over the
past few weeks since my dad died, I had much more time on my hands, so I spelt
it by thinking about my life before tragedy struck us (what I could remember of
it, anyway), back to our old life in Chūō-ku.
God,
did I miss it.
I wished I could have gone back to those,
uncomplicated, idyllic family days of living in a picturesque, undisturbed
district without a single concern or a fragment of problematical to rapture a
day apart. Like our time in Shinjuku.
Maybe
I should go back�one last time�to say goodbye�
I still had money stable in my savings account�
Mom
wouldn�t let me go�I have to care for her, and Hana, and the baby�
But I need to say goodbye�I need to let go�
I won�t tell her. I�ll sneak out during the
night. I�ll stay for a day or two, just enough time to say the final goodbye.
Almost unconsciously, as if I had drifted from my
body and watched from above as someone else took over my body; a joint train
and bus ticket and a taxi ride were booked in my name for that night.
I
can�t tell Mom�she�ll tell me not to go�
No. This would be my little secret. My final goodbye.
I acted like everything was normal for the rest
of the day. I was quite surprised - it seemed like I was a good actress.
I went to school (it was Friday), as normal,
spent time with my friends, came home, spent time with Hana and Mom, had
dinner, did my (little amount of) homework and went to bed.
Or at least, I pretended to.
I had successfully and falsely convinced my
friends and family that everything was fine � as fine as it can be in my new
fatherless life � and that I didn�t have a little secret caged away.
I set my alarm just before midnight, hoping to
catch some sleep before my long and tiring journey from Tokyo to Ōsaka. I had packed
my duffel bag and was dressed in ordinary clothes before I slipped into bed, so
all I needed to do when I awoke was grab my bag, keys and meet my taxi outside
in the street. I managed to wake up, gather my belongings and wait outside
before the taxi actually turned up, which I was glad about � I was a bit
paranoid that if the taxi possibly beeped the horn for me, it would wake
everyone up, and there would no other chance to go back.
As I jumped into the taxi, I paused to cast a
look over my shoulder at my house�knowing my family were fast asleep,
completely aware of what I was doing.
I�m
sorry, please forgive me for what I�m about to do�but I need to do this. I�ll
never let go if I don�t.
Without another thought, I slid into the taxi
that would take me to Tokyo Station.
From Shinjuku to Marunouchi,
on the Tōkaidō Shinkansen to Yodogawa-ku in Ōsaka, I was finally on the bus which stopped
just outside our old family home in Chūō-ku.
At this point, on the bus, the colourful twilight
was streaking across the early morning sky. It was beautiful. A moment I would
have liked to share with someone, other people. Something my family would have
liked to have witnessed.
My perfect, unbroken family.
Back in Tokyo, three-hundred forty miles away, they
would probably still be impaired with slumbering. Or possibly arising from
their slumber, at least Mom possibly would away.
My hand automatically slinked to my jumper pocket
to grasp my cell, which is where I could have kept it had I brought it with me.
I decided against it � knowing that it would have built up with voicemails and
text messages, I didn�t see the point. It would have tempted me, and that was
something I didn�t want.
I had always
enjoyed riding on the nozomi trains, as well as the shinkansen trains. I was used to them � Dad told me that
when we travelled together, or if we were visiting family in Ōsaka or Kyoto, we would often take the shinkansen. There was something soothing about the journey
to me, something about roaming somewhere fast and far but not actually moving.
I loved it.
Bus rides
were not as good as train journeys. There were bumpier and longer.
It felt like
I had had been voyaging for days and days on end, but in reality it only took a
few hours until I reached my old house, the house I grew up in.
Home
sweet home.
Instinctively,
almost impulsively, I found myself staring up at the old, ancient but
traditional single-levelled house with a thatched roof, wooden letterbox and
the long, gravelled path bordered with arranged shrubbery.
It hasn�t changed.
Unexpectedly, the
front wooden door glided open and a woman dressed in a silk stepped out,
completely oblivious to my presence halfway down the path. She unsealed the
letterbox, scooped out her mail, inspected a few letters, turned a little to
check the neighbourhood and noticed me.
�Oh�I didn�t see
you there,� she said softly, tying the sash of her robe a bit tighter, fully
conscientious.
�Sorry,� I gave
her a small apologetic smile, �I didn�t mean to intrude. It�s just�,�
�This is my home�
��I used to live
here,�
The woman smiled,
taking me aback slightly, �Oh, I see. You must be from the Oshimaki family.
Your parents were so kind to us when they sold us the house,�
I strained an
unnatural smile, �I�m glad,�
The woman paused,
glancing back at the house then focusing back on me, �Um, you would like to
come inside?�
Now I was
definitely taken aback, �Er, I don�t want to trouble you�,�
�No, no, no, you
wouldn�t be. It�s the least I can do,�
What do you mean?
�I hope you don�t
mind me saying so, but�you look lost,�
Lost? Without my father�am I lost?
I appreciate your kindness, �Thank-you,�
She closed the
letterbox and motioned me to join her, �Please, come in,�
Ducking my head so
I didn�t have to meet her eyes, I clambered up the path and shadowed the woman
into her/my old house. I removed my shoes and dumped my bag in the genkan.
�Can I get you
anything? Tea? Coffee? A sandwich?�
I was about to
politely refuse her offers, but the walls of my stomach rumbled in protest,
�Tea and a sandwich would be great, thank-you,�
�Alright,� I
followed the woman into the kitchen as she deposited her mail on the counter,
�My name is Koga Raicho, by the way,�
I nodded, �I�m
Oshimaki Akira. It�s very nice to meet you. Thank-you for letting me into your
home,�
�Not at all,� Mrs.
Koga shook her head kindly and poured water into the kettle, �May I ask you
what brings you back here?�
I hesitated,
waving my head from side to side before seating myself on a barstool and
answering her, �I came back because�my father died,�
Mrs. Koga frowned
at me sympathetically, �Oh, I�m very sorry to hear that, Akira,�
�Thanks�,� she
placed a cup of steaming green tea infront of me, ��I just felt like�I needed
to come back here, for some reason�,�
Mrs. Koga swiftly
rose upright, dropped the knife she was using and twisted to me, �As strange as
it sounds, I think I know why you need to come back. Please wait a moment,�
Um, OK�
She charged out of
the kitchen, her robe flying behind her like a superhero cape, and I guessed up
the stairs from the sound of her racing footsteps.
I waited patiently
for Mrs. Koga to come back � taking a few sips of my tea, taking a few bites of
my sandwich � until she returned to the kitchen, with a medium-sized cardboard
box.
What is that?
�My husband and I
moved into this house a few weeks after your family moved out, and after we
unpacked our final box, I found this,� Mrs. Koga disposed the box infront of me
on the table, �I haven�t looked inside�out of privacy,�
I said nothing. I
just yanked the box closer to me, tore off the scotch tape off the seal and
pushed open the flaps.
I gasped when I
saw what was inside.
This�this is our stuff�
Framed
photos. Leather-covered photo albums. House ornaments.
My angel necklace.
When I was born,
Dad decided to start a tradition of blessing his children with an angel
necklace in the colour of our birth stone. Mine was blue-topaz angel with thin,
black vein-like striations. It hung on a long, thin silver chair with
ocean-blue glass beads, resembling a Catholic rosary.
Hana received a
similar one, only it was a cubic zirconia angel and beads instead of topaz
stone.
Tears prickled a
heat sensation behind my eyes as I cradled in the necklace in my hands.
�Is something
wrong, Oshimaki-san?�
I sniffed but
couldn�t make eye contact with her, �When I was born, my father went out and
bought this for me. When we moved�I couldn�t find it anywhere, so I just
assumed I lost it or something, but�,�
Dad�Tou-chan��
Mrs.
Koga clutched my shoulder comfortingly with her hand, �I�m glad I found
something that meant so much to you,�
I
finally swivelled my eyes to hers as an unknowing tear slithered from my eye
and down my cheek, noticing her small, sad smile.
Is this�is this what I was
meant to come back for? After my father�s death�
I felt my bottom lip wobble as tear after tear
escaped and dribbled down my face.
�It�s OK, Akira,� Mrs. Koga wiped my tears away
with her knuckle and enfolded me into her arms.
A hard sob quivered my throat and I threw my arms
around her neck, �Thank-you�thank-you so much�,�
An hour later, I left my old house/the new Koga
house with the abandoned box and headed to my Dad�s first dōjō.
Before he had left for England, he had left us all with spare keys for each dōjō scattered around Japan (twelve in total),
plus a note that was given strict instructions �not to open it useless I was in
severe trouble and/or danger�.
On my way to the dōjō,
I took some time out of my journey to indulge in some of my past times.
I went past my old middle school first. The place where I
first met Miciko, the Hisaishi twins Seita and Setsuko and Kanata � and with Taisuke-kun, that
made up our little gang. We had great times with eachother � sleepovers at
eachothers� houses, movies at the local theatre, eating out at the specialist
restaurants, taking walks through the mazes of forests, all the normal things
teenagers from Chūō-ku would do.
My old
middle school wasn�t anything like Shinjuku Middle School and Mishima Polytech. It was a plain, boring building that spanned out
across five floors with a few small courtyards dispersed between the connected
buildings and a metal fence fringed on the outskirts. I was like any usual
teenager towards school � I hated classes but loved spending time there with my
friends.
Back
when nothing was complicated�back was my dad was still alive� ��
The next place I passed was the old arcade. I would
often spend time down there either myself, with Dad or Taisuke�s
older brother, Susumu.
Susumu-kun�
The
first boy I ever fell in love with.
Apart from the shadow boy, of course.
Susumu had ink-black hair that flopped over his
forehead; dark, almost eyes; light tanned skin, full berry-red lips and a small
birthmark on his chin. With his almost cold presence, his emotionless attitude
but cool-guy image, he was popular with girls, and some guys.
Luckily
for me, I was best friends with his younger brother.
But when I turned fifteen, everything changed. We
had spent a few hours down at the arcade and it was starting to get dark, so
Susumu-kun offered to escort me home. And by escort, he meant me peddling his
yellow bike as he walked briskly beside me. As we silently strolled over to the
bike, Susumu-kun unexpectedly seized my elbow, spun me around and pinned me up
against the wooden wall.
�Susumu-kun, what are you doing?� I asked, trying
to weasel out of his iron-grip, but I was trapped.
He said nothing. His intense eyes bored into
mine. He was as still as a statue.
Then, he kissed me.
He
stole my first kiss!
Back to present, I touched my lips with my
fingertips. I still � after many years � hadn�t received an explanation of why
he did that. After the incident, we never spoke of it again. I never told
anyone. To my knowledge, he never told anyone either. We just acted like
nothing ever happened.
Why
did that happen? I wonder�
I was positioned on top of the dōjō building (the dōjō was on the bottom level while a small studio
apartment was on the top level), sitting on the roof, my legs suspending over
the edge, looking down, my mind floating back to my time in Chūō-ku.
Why is this so hard? My
father died�people die all the time, so why couldn�t I get over this?
People died all the
time�but none of them where my dad�
The most important
person in my life�the person who nurtured me, taught me, advised me�
�the
person who loved me�
He was taken from me �
from all of us � so abruptly, so cruelly. Why?
I know he�ll
always be watching over me�but not being to see him, touch him, talk to
him�even sense him�
It broke my
heart. My soul. My complete being.
I was just
an empty vessel. A soulless body. Nothing.
�But you have so much
to live for,�
Mom, Hana, my unborn sibling, Ryo�Jin.
I couldn�t
feel anything, for anyone. I was just a mass of being, or something.
�It doesn�t have to be
this way,�
�I didn�t think I could feel any
other way about this.
�What�s done is done,
Akira�even if we don�t like the outcome, we can�t change the past, right?�
Jin was
right. Even if I had understood my vision before Tou-chan�s
death, I was unable to do anything. You cannot change destiny. You cannot
escape it. You just to accept it and move on.
Accept it and move
on�it�s not impossible, but it won�t be easy�that�s for sure�
I cannot do it
alone�neither can Mom, or Hana�neither can my awaiting
brother or sister when they find out�
I have to be strong for
them�I have to move on too.
As if the
Kami-sama himself was trying to give me a sign, Susumu-onii-chan came into my
line of sight. He stilled directly underneath me, reared his head and blinked
up at me.
�Susumu-onii-chan? What are you doing here?� I
called down, earning few upward glances from passer-bys.
Of course, he said nothing. He replied to me by
keeping his stoic stature, slinging his hands into his coat pockets and
disappearing into my dad�s old building.
I scrabbled to my feet, departed the roof,
hastened down to the bottom floor and threw the door open.
�Susumu-onii-chan�,� my breath drew out in short
pants, �You�,�
�Your mother called. She�s worried about you,�
his voice was still the same � deep, flat, matter-of-fact manner.
Shit. �I guess she
would be,�
�We�ve all been out looking for you. Chihiro-san
wants you to come back with me, to stay with us and go back home tomorrow,�
Maybe
she understands. �Alright. Let me just get my
things,�
�You can take the bike. I�ll walk,�
I hid a smirk. Some things never change. �Sure thing,�
So, there we were � me peddling on the
custard-yellow bike with Susumu-onii-chan walking mutely beside me, carrying my
bag and the forgotten box, surrounded by awkward tension.
Well, that�s how it felt to me at least.
Just as I finished locking up the bike in the
Kinjo�s garage, Susumu-onii-chan finally spoke up, �I�m sorry,�
I turned to him, my face pinched in a frown,
�What do you mean?�
�I�m sorry�about what happened�,�
I stared at him, trying to figure out what he
truly meant, until he eventually clicked.
He
meant what happened all those years ago�when he stole my first kiss�
I smiled shyly and shook my head, �I doesn�t
matter anymore, Susumu-onii-chan�it�s in the past. What�s done is done; we
can�t change the past, right?� Just
accept it and move on.
Susumu didn�t reply to me � he simply gave me a
very rare and unusual smile and a curt nod. Despite my feelings for
Susumu-onii-chan being completely demolished ever since that force - no, wait�pressured kiss, my heart did a little
somersault.
Which was
entirely different to the reaction I got from Taisuke-kun when we walked in.
He was waiting for us at the end of the genkan
with his arms crossed over his chest, his foot tapping impatiently on the
wooden floor, his right eyebrow arched in irritation, his mouth pursued.
�Hey, Tai-,� I started to greet him, but his hand
swiped across my cheek to prevent me from speaking.
Shock racked through my body. I held my warm,
reddened and now sore cheek and narrowed my eyes at him, �You just slapped me!�
Even though I couldn�t see him, I pictured
Susumu-onii-chan rolling his eyes towards the Heavens as he slid past me.
�Damn right I did!� Great, Taisuke-kun had now entered full
Drama Queen mode, �Chihiro-obasan phoned Mom in a
panic, telling her you had gone missing and she was really worried about you, especially after your little �episode�
you went through � which you neglected to mention to me. She called everyone
she knew to get them to help her search for you out in Tokyo. She even spoke to
the police, who then suggested that
maybe you had ran away to Chūō-ku. We searched for you
everywhere, until Susumu found you ontop of your dad�s old dōjō.
Man, I thought the worst!�
�On top of
my dad�s dōjō�wait, you thought I
contemplating was suicide? Are you insane?!�
�What was I
meant to think? I found out that you started beating people up, swearing at
them, not giving a damn about anything anymore not too long ago! How the hell
was I supposed to know what you were thinking?�
�But
committing suicide? Really?�
Taisuke-kun
shrugged his shoulders.
I sighed,
shook my head and rubbed my temples with my forefingers, �I�argh, even I
don�t know what I�ve been thinking over the past couple of weeks�I just�,� I
stood up straight, but let my eyes drift to the floor, �I felt like I needed to
come back here, come back home�and say goodbye,�
Taisuke-kun
hauled me to his body and bound his arms around my shoulders, swarming me with
his warmth, �You should have talked to me. You know you could have. I would
have listened to you; I would have tried to help you. At least, to the best of
my ability I would have tried to help you. You mean a lot to me, Akira-chan. I
don�t know what I would have done if you did something,�
I enclosed
my arms around his waist and buried my head into his chest, sniffing back the
threatening tears, �Sure you�re not getting all straight on my ass?� I joked.
Taisuke chuckled,
�Hell no, I�m a hundred-per-cent gay, through-and-through,�
I squeezed
him closer, �Good,� I wouldn�t have you any other way.
�I mean it
though, Akira,� he run his fingers through my hair, �You can always talk to me.
We may be miles apart, but you�ll always be important to me,�
�And me,�
I wriggled
slightly out Taisuke�s grip and gyrated towards the
voice. It was Toki-obasan.
�You�re
important to all of us, Akira-chan. You and all of your
family. All you had to do was talk to us; we would have helped you,�
I nodded, �I
know that now, thank-you. I wished I had known that,�
�But, you
know it now,� Toki dragged me into a hug as well; �We�re all family. Families
do their best to help eachother,�
�Thank-you,�
After the
excited of my arrival had died down (Taisuke is one of five, and like me, he is
the middle sibling) and the news of future marriages (as I mentioned before, my
Chūō-ku best friends are getting married to
eachother � Miciko and Seita are getting married
while Kanta is getting married to Setsuko. Taisuke
informed me that they�re all in talks of having a double wedding, with us two
as maid of honour and best man), I was set up in the guest room, lying on my
stomach while flicking through the third photo album from the box, the balcony
wide open to let the cool, relaxing air caress me. Someone knocked on the door
and without looking up and called for them to enter. It was Taisuke again.
�Hey, what
are you looking at?� he asked curiously as he let the door fall shut behind
him.
�Just one of the photo albums from the box. It�s the one filled with
embarrassing photos of us as gawky teenagers,�
Taisuke
groaned-laughed and seated himself next to me, looking over my shoulder and I
turned the pages, �I was hoping we could burn those,�
I pondered,
�I don�t know�some of these photos might be good for the upcoming joint
wedding, like this one,� I pointed to the photo of a field trip during middle
school of the six of us and back when both the twins had braces.
Taisuke
laughed, �If we did that, Kanta would kill us for
sure,�
�Yeah, most
likely,�
I sighed,
turning another page.
�Sometimes,
I wish we could back to times like this � when we were together, not thousands
of miles away, when my dad was still alive�,�
I hadn�t
realised those words had come out of my mouth until it was too late. Shit.
Taisuke
patted the small of my back, �I know, but that�s what makes our friendship so
special and strong�even thousands of miles away, Miciko, Kanta,
Seita and Setsuko know that you do what it takes to
be there on their special day, because we all mean so much to together,�
Distance doesn�t mean a
thing. Bonds like that are made forever, and remain intact forever.
Every memory
of looking out the back door

I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom
floor

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye.

Every memory of walking out the front door

I found the photo of the friend that I was
looking for

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye.

I
returned home to Shinjuku the next night. Mom breathed a sigh of relief and
immersed me into her arms the minute I walked in.
�Oh,
I�m so glad you�re home. I was so worried,� Mom stroked the back of my head
with the palm of her head.
�I�m
sorry, Mom. It was something�I had to do,�
�Of course, sweetie. I understand,�
�It�s
was just something I had to do�a loose end to tie up�,�
Wait�loose ends to tie
up�I have one more�
�Mom�,� I
pulled away at arms� length to look her in the eye, �There�s, um�I know I just
got home and everything�but I have one more loose end
to tie up,�
She gave me
a knowing smile and stroked the side of my face, �I know, and I understand.
Just go,�
I planted a
kiss on her cheek,� Thank-you!� I charged down the genkan, grabbed my shoes,
flung on my coat and was out the door.
Amidst all
the mayhem and heartbreak, there was one person I nearly forgot about � one of
the most important people, despite the fact that I pushed them away.
I never should have�
Ryo.

I bolted all
the way to the Kikukawa home. My breath was heavy and short, my muscles quaked
and I had a thousand doubts running through my mind, but I didn�t care � I had
to see Ryo. I had to make peace with him.
�Akira? What
are you doing here?� Ai asked me once I reached the steps leading to the front
of their household. Kinnosuke, Takeji
and his girlfriend Toshiko were all standing behind her, dressed smartly. They
were obviously heading out together somewhere.
Once I
regained my breathing, I told them I here to see Ryo.
Ai nodded,
�I think that might be a good idea, Akira-chan. Ryo-kun hasn�t�really been
himself for the past few weeks. We�ve tried talking to him about it, but he
shuts us down everytime. Perhaps if you talk to him, he�ll feel a bit better,�
I nodded
back. The mammoth-sized swelling in my throat prevented me from speaking.
I�m guessing Ryo didn�t
tell his parents about me breaking up with him�that�s why he�s not acting like
himself�because I hurt him in the worst way possible�
�Go right ahead,
dear,� Ai reopened the front door for me and Kinnosuke
held it open for me, �Maybe you can talk some sense into him or something,�
�I�ll try.
Thank-you,� I stepped inside, �Have a good time tonight,�
After we bided our
farewells, I closed the door, took off my shoes and entered the living room.
Man, I may not have been here for the past
few weeks, but it�s still the same�
�Ryo?� I called,
shrugging out of my jacket.
�I told you, Mom, I�m not going to change my mind
about going out tonight!� Ryo�s heated voice floated from upstairs, so there�s
where I headed.
I paused just outside his bedroom door, my hand
poised to knock in mid-air.
The
last time I spoke to him, I told him to get lost and that I didn�t care about
him�or us. What if he doesn�t what to see me?
�He was glad that
you�re back to your usual self, but you had gone through a traumatic experience
when you lost your father, which would change you. He felt that maybe during
this difficult time, it�s best to stay away from you,�
I
don�t wanna stay away from him any longer � I love him. Even if�even if he
doesn�t still feel the same way about me, I at least have to make peace with
him.
We
all have to move on.
Regardless, I knocked on the door and after
waiting for a few seconds to receive no response, I pushed open the door.
�Hey,� I said in a near-whisper.
Ryo lifted his arm that was flung over his eyes
and darted upright when his eyes fixed on me. After a split second, he casted
his eyes away from me, �What are you doing here?�
His tone was gruff and distant, which was what I
expected, but it still hurt nonetheless. I deserved it.
�I wanted to talk to you,�
Ryo snorted, �Really? You told me to stay away
from you,�
I glued my eyes to my clasped hands, �I know. I�m
sorry about that. I�m sorry about everything I put you through. I just wanted
to tell you that,�
�Well, you�ve told me now. You can leave,�
I stepped forward but was still unable to look at
him properly, �Do you accept my apology?�
�Yeah, sure, whatever,�
He had never reacted like this before, apart from
the time he got jealous about me and Shin. It was like he was a completely
different person, not his funny, caring, loving self.
I hated it. I could feel the tears build up in my
eyes.
But even worst, I could feel the anger radiate in
my stomach.
And unleash.
�Why are you acting this way? You know, it took
me a lot of guts to come here and apologise to you, but I knew I had to. I owed
you that much at least. Now the least you
could do is actually accept it,�
Ryo pushed himself off the bed and stood right
infront of me, his own anger blazing in his eyes, �I owe you? Are you
fricking kidding me? Do you know how you�ve put me through over the past few
weeks? Yes, I understand that your father died, and I�m sorry you and your
family had to go through that pain, but the way you treated me�the way you
treated us�it�,� his voice fizzled
out, ��it broke my heart,�
Man, I knew I had hurt him � and the others �
badly, but�I didn�t really realise the full extent of it.
I broke his heart. I smashed it into thousands of
tiny pieces, and to finish it off, I stamped them into the ground without a
care. But the worst of it was that I hadn�t realised�until it was too late.
I held back the tears. I didn�t deserve to cry.
I laid my hand on his shoulder, �I�m so sorry. I
realise now how much I really hurt you guys. It was too late for me to truly
realise how much damage I had really caused, but�when I spoke to your mom, I
knew. She told me you hadn�t been acting yourself since�,� I lowered my voice,
��since the day I broke up with you,�
Ryo blinked but didn�t push my hand away.
�I really am sorry. I would do anything to take
it all back, but I can�t now,� I daringly trace the side of his face with my
fingertips, �All I ask for is your forgiveness, but I completely understand if
you think I don�t truly deserve it,�
Unexpectedly, Ryo held my hand against his cheek,
rubbing it against my palm.
�You�re right; you don�t deserve my
forgiveness�,�
Damn,
I knew he would say that�but I really don�t�
��But I love you too damn much not to forgive
you,�
What?
�Akira, you know you�re the most important person
to me in the world. I love you more than anything. And to see you go through
that�and act like that�you should have talked to me. I could have helped you,�
I laughed through my now fallen tears at the
irony of it, �I know that now. Everyone keeps telling me that,�
Ryo laughed too and took my hand in his, �Just
promise me that from now on, we�ll never keep anything from eachother. If
something�s bothering us, or troubling us or whatever, promise me we won�t push
eachother away. We�ll talk about it and help eachother out,� he kissed my palm
and waited for me to answer.
I smiled and chained my arms around his neck, �I
promise,� I bent my head and brought my lips to his.
Ryo didn�t hesitate in kissing me back. He moved
his lips against mine in a slow rush, his hands grasping my waist so he could
bring our bodies closer. My fingers tangled themselves into his dishevelled
tresses as our kiss grew deeper, hungrier, rougher.
Ryo tilted his head at a better angle and traced my lower lip with his tongue.
I granted him access and pushed my tongue up to meet his. They danced for
dominance as, unconsciously � as if our bodies were on auto-pilot � we made our
way to the end of his bed. His knees knocked mine when the back of his knees
hit the bedframe, so I pushed him down onto the mattress, our mouths entwined
as I straddled his lap.
This definitely felt different. Sure, we had
commenced a few make-out sessions during our more �private moments� � infront
of the TV, in the school library, under the tree ontop of the nearby hill � but
this time, it felt different. It was more passionate, raw. Was it because we
had finally made peace with eachother? Or because I finally understood what he truly meant to me?
We had talked about having sex before, but we
felt it was best to wait. We had been serious about eachother from the
beginning � we had even talked about marriage and children � but we knew we
would have all the time in the world for that. That�s why it didn�t feel like
it was the most important thing for us.
Until now.
I ended the kiss when I felt the little air I had
left in my lungs burn and rested my forehead against Ryo�s.
�Is this�OK?� he asked, panting severely.
�It�s more than OK�,� I smiled and gave him a
brief kiss, �I want you to know how much you really mean to me,�
Ryo trailed his hands up and down the backs of my
denim-clad thighs, tickling my skin, �I already know how much I mean to you,�
�Then let me show you,� I swooped down for
another kiss, cupping his face in my hands.
Ryo returned his hands to my hips and pulled me
with him as he fell back onto the mattress. I arched over him, migrating my hands down his face and neck. I felt his hands
slip under my shirt and soothe over my stomach. I gasped at the contact, giving
Ryo access to deposit kisses down my chin and neck. I felt something stir
inside me and I wasn�t sure what it was.
This would have been the point where I pull away
shyly and told Ryo I didn�t want to go any further. Sex was a big deal for me,
but after Ryo expressed to me the hurt and pain I caused him, I didn�t want to
stop.
I wanted to keep going.
Ryo brought his mouth up to my ear, where he
sucked and nibbled at lobe, making me cry out. He blew his hot breath into the
shell before asking me, �Are you sure you want this? Because
if you don�t, we don�t have to do this. Don�t feel like you have to
because-,�
�Just shut up and kiss me,� I smashed my lips
onto his again.
I felt his mouth smile against mine.
I fingered the zipper on his basketball-styled
jacket as his hands resumed roaming my stomach area. After much deliberation, I
yanked it down and pulled it off his torso, along with his plain black shirt,
leaving his torso open to me.
I grinned and pulled away, only to return to
leaving a trail of kisses down the hollow of his neck, down his sternum, down
his chest and down the middle of his abs.
�Ah, d-dammit Akira�,� he choked, struggling.
I ignored him and kissed both his hipbones while
my hands caressed his biceps. Knowing that he was out of breath because of
me�it made my heart jolted with excitement. His fingers traced my spine and
back muscles, sending tingles throughout my body. I grew impatient and snatched
the shirt off my body.
Ryo sat upright, taking his time to admire my
almost-nude upper body, his hands caressing me as if I was being worshipped.
His lips were on the side of my neck, then down my shoulder and the valley
between my breasts. I arched my head back from the pleasure, driving his head
closer to my skin. His touch, his kiss�it all felt so good.
I didn�t want it to stop.
�Uh�don�t stop�,� I whined as his lips fondled my
stomach, �Ah�,� I flinched when his teeth sliced into my flesh.
His lips tasted mine for a fleeting moment before
he pulled off both of my bra straps and unclipped the back. The piece of
clothing slid off my torso and joined the other items of clothing.
I hugged him closer to me, our naked chests
clashing, my hands hooking on his shoulders, his head tucked under my chin. But
before I knew it, Ryo flipped us over so I was worming underneath him. I
pretended to protest and writhe, but really I could feel my skin was hot, like
it was aflame.
Ryo grinned and attacked my neck once again,
spreading his fingers along my clothed thighs as I dug my nails into his
shoulder blades. I could feel the pleasure rising again, crackling through my
body with electrical shocks, over and over again.
�Ah�oh�Ryo, I�oh God�,�
I couldn�t think clearly, my mind flogged. My
breathing escaped my lungs. My heart was thumping against my ribcage so fast
and hard, I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. My skin erupted in
goosebumps.
All because of
Ryo.
My hands fumbled with the buckle of his belt, so
much that he lifted his lips away from my neck and helped me unfasten it. I
took the open opportunity and joined our mouths again, his tongue stabbing my
mouth as I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly and pushed them down his legs
until they were completely off. Not long after, my jeans were off too.
Ryo drew our bodies closer once more, locking us
in an embrace. His forehead touched mine as he smiled, his fingers skimming my
face.
�Are you sure you want this?� He asked huskily,
brushing strands of my hair away from my eyes.
I nodded, �Yes. More than anything,�
Without another words, Ryo�s hands pushed my thighs further apart and slid
his torso down so he could settle inbetween my legs. I moaned a sigh.
�If you ever want to stop at any point, tell me,�
I nodded and slowly, torturously, deliberately,
inch my inch, he pulled my underwear down one leg, then the other and
completely off.
I blushed but didn�t cover up my naked body. He
was the first person I had been naked infront of in a long, long time but I didn�t feel
self-conscious. Instead, I felt�almost embarrassed,
because I knew what was going to happen.
Ryo soon removed his underwear and threw them
with the other clothes.
�Wait,� While I was caught up in the moment, I
had nearly forgotten about protection, but Ryo was one step ahead of me.
He opened his hand, where a silver packet lay in
the middle of his palm. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled the condom
on.
�Akira�,�
�Ryo�,�
He snatched my hips and I snaked my arms around
his neck. He released a breath and connected our eyes, �Ready?�
I nodded. Gently, he eased into me, causing me to
bit my lip so I wouldn�t groan. I felt a little bit of pain as he pierced me,
but it was replaced with the feeling of electricity, jolting my centre. He
pumped in and out of me, gaining more speed as it become easier to move. I
wrapped my legs around his waist at their own accord, as well as my hips
matching his thrusts. He thrusted deeper, touching my sweet spot and making me
cry out in ecstasy. God, I had never felt anything like this before.
I sucked in as much air as I could as Ryo
continued to strike that spot again and again. My nails bit into his skin,
leaving red crescent-moon indentations on his lower back. I arched my head back
in pleasure.
�Ahhhh�ooohhh�oh God, Ryo�I�ah!�
Ryo grunted, burying his nose in my hair as he
rested his head on my shoulder.
The rapture continued to climb and build, until
it became too much.
�Uuuuhh�,�
My entire body clenched as I climaxed first, curving my hips as I released. My breathing
came out in short, irregular gasps.
Ryo collapsed not
long after and together we rode out on the final waves of pleasure, sluggishly
thrusting as our convulsions stopped and the aftershocks subsided. He pulled
out eventually and crumpled next to me, pulling off the condom, tying a knot in
the end and throwing it in the wastepaper basket at the end of his bed. His arm
circled my shoulder, bringing me to his side. I draped an arm around his waist
and he kissed my shoulder.
�That
was�amazing,� Ryo wheezed, twisting his head to the side and kissing the bridge
of my nose.
I rotated to my
side too, smiled and murmured with agreement. I no longer had any energy to
speak or move.
�Tired?� Ryo
chuckled, stroking my arm.
I nodded,
half-shutting my eyelids. They suddenly felt so heavy.
�Let�s get some
sleep then. My family won�t be home until late,�
I nodded again,
supporting my head onto the pillow as Ryo dragged the covers over us and gave
me a kiss goodnight.
Soon enough, we
were both fast asleep.

I miss that town

I miss the faces

You can't erase

You can't replace it

I miss it now

I can't believe it

So hard to stay

Too hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days

I know the one thing that would never change
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