Granting Favors

Disclaimer: Characters in the story aren’t mine. They belong to Nobuyuki Anzai.

Granting Favors

“No, it’s normal… Yes.” A pause then a sigh, “It’s all right, she’s bound to feel that way. No, she’s in a very delicate stage right now. You have to… No, it’s like this. Wait, hear me out.”

Fuuko slid an amused glance toward a slightly exasperated Tokiya talking to his mobile as she scanned the dresses hanging on the rack in front of her. She was waiting for the shop owner’s recommended gown for a dinner-dance party they were going to attend the next day when Tokiya walked in with his phone attached to his ear. She raised a brow toward him in question but he shook his head to indicate that it was nothing important.

It was Tokiya’s third day in Japan and both were out shopping for formal wear for the party. They had already picked a black dinner jacket for Tokiya and were on their way to another shop when his phone rang. He signaled Fuuko to go ahead inside and choose her gown while he stood outside to take the call. But he soon followed her inside when he deemed that privacy in the conversation was unnecessary.

“Hanabishi, I hope you’re not going to tell me all the things she’s done from her early pregnancy down to her current stage.” Fuuko laughed softly at Tokiya’s annoyed tone. Her companion had been on the phone for almost twenty minutes, assuring Recca that Yanagi’s condition was normal and that she was very healthy. “Shouldn’t you be talking to your doctor about this? What? No, I’m not assisting the delivery--,” another patient pause, “Of course I’m trained for that. All doctors are.”

She watched as Tokiya fell silent for a while, listening to whatever Recca was telling him and absently fingering the supple material of a cobalt blue gown displayed in front of him. He then suddenly stilled, his eyes slightly widening with what he heard. “You can’t do that, you horny idiot,” he said, lowering his voice to a fierce whisper, “Reign in your damned lust until after the birth, baka.”

A very loud whine which she heard all the way from where she stood answered Tokiya.

“Shut up. You’re giving me a headache.”

“Here’s the gown, miss,” the designer said from behind her, taking her attention away from the disgruntled doctor before she could save him from her best friend. Deciding that he needed not her aid, she turned around to face the owner and smiled as she took the dress from her hands. She inspected the dark green gown, noting that it would surely cover her from neck down but the material would cling to her like second skin, enhancing all the enticing curves of her lithe body. It was truly a remarkable dress but it was not something she would want to wear.

And not to disappoint the designer’s eager look on her face, she placed a wide smile on her lips and said that she would try it on.

Fuuko walked toward Tokiya and tapped his shoulder to gain his attention. He turned toward her and mouthed ‘What?’ She pointed to the gown the designer gave her and pointed to the dressing area, indicating that she wanted to try it out. At his nod, Fuuko raised her handbag to his face and gave him her most dazzling smile. With a slight narrowing of his pale blue eyes, he took the bag from her to hold it for her while she changed. Squeezing his arm as a sign of her gratitude, she winked at him before she strolled away.

Tokiya watched her until she disappeared in one of the dressing rooms.

“So, how’s Fuuko?” Recca’s animated voice droned in his ear. Tokiya completely missed what he said due to his intense scrutiny on a very well-shaped part of Fuuko’s anatomy.

She has the finest ass, he thought. And the strong surge of his desire made itself known once again. He groaned as he shifted to a more comfortable position. Kami, he’d been hard for days, it surely wasn’t healthy to be sexually frustrated for this long.

“Oh? She does, doesn’t she?” Recca drawled, making Tokiya realize that he had spoken out loud. He mentally cursed himself at his stupid mistake.

Still, he tried opting for innocence in case he could fool the baboon, “What?”

But Recca wasn’t buying it, “So, you finally noticed that our Fuuko’s all grown up, eh?”

I’ve noticed that three years ago, Tokiya wanted to say but wisely held his tongue. “Any more questions, Hanabishi? Are we done here?” He asked instead, pertaining to their previous conversation about Yanagi’s condition.

“Not yet, Mikagami,” Recca replied in wicked amusement, “Hey, why the sudden change of subject? Let’s get back to Fuuko.”

“What about her?” he asked indifferently.

“Do you like her?”

Like? He mentally scoffed. That was probably the weakest word one can use to describe the raging emotions he was feeling for Fuuko. “Yeah, why not?” he shrugged.

Tokiya nearly dropped the phone in astonishment when Recca squealed like a delighted high school girl in his ear, “I knew it! It was obvious, you know? With the way you looked at her and all?”

“Really?” He asked blandly, “Then please do enlighten me on how I looked at her.”

“Okay,” Recca chuckled, “You looked at her as if you wanted to devour her whole. Like you couldn’t wait to get her alone. It’s actually scary seeing you like that.”

Tokiya stilled. He always prided himself on maintaining his cool, impassive front. He must be slowly losing his touch if the baboon and the gorilla noticed his, apparently, poorly concealed attraction to Fuuko’s sensuality. “You’re so confident of your theory, aren’t you?”

“Very,” he replied with a laugh, “I mean, who would’ve thought? You and Fuuko.” He paused, “But you know, I was kind of worried for Fuuko for a while back. I mean, you’re an intense guy and Fuuko’s… well… un-intense.” He shrugged for the lack of a better word to describe her, “You’re total opposites. Then again, you know what they always say, Opposites Attract. So I guess it’ll work out for you guys. Besides Fuuko’s always someone who can adapt to things pretty quickly so I think she can pretty much handle you, ne?”

Tokiya raised a brow at Recca’s justification of their soon-to-be relationship. He could almost see the primate grinning at him from ear to ear at the other end of the line. It was as if Recca was hinting at a long termed, not to mention, a happily-ever-after kind of affair between the two. But that wasn’t what he was aiming for. “Hanabishi, I hope you’re not under any false belief that I’m in love with your friend?”

There was a long pause.

“You’re not?” Recca asked in confusion, “Then, what do you want from her?”

Tokiya sighed. Must he spell it out for him? The poor, naïve baboon. Falling in love at such a young age and concentrating all that emotion to only one single person must’ve given him that romantic notion in his head. Being born 400 plus years ago couldn’t possibly be a factor to such an old-fashioned concept now, could it? Still, Tokiya had to educate the innocent fool that not everything revolved around love. So he answered in a bored tone, “Sex.”

“WHAT?!” Recca shouted from the other end. Tokiya had to hold the phone nearly two feet away from his ear. “You can’t do that to her! She’s my friend!”

“So I noticed.”

“A-Are you serious about this, man?” Recca sputtered in disbelief, “Don’t do it!”

Tokiya didn’t bother answering him and checked if Fuuko was done fitting her dress.

“Hey! I’m talking to you! Leave her alone, you hear me?!”

The doctor glanced at his watch and sighed. This was taking too long.

“Damn you, bastard!” Recca seethed, “If you lay one finger on her, I’m going to—“

“Frankly, Hanabishi, this doesn’t concern you,” Tokiya cut him off impatiently, “We’re both adults and we know what’s right and wrong. Rest assured, sea-monkey, I’m not going to touch her if she doesn’t want me to.”

“But Fuuko’s—“

“Old enough to decide things on her own. How do you think she was able to travel around the world all by herself and be okay with it? She’s a strong woman who’s capable of handling anything, including me, as you’ve said earlier, with ease.”

“But what you’re planning to do is still wrong! It’s Fuuko we’re talking about here!”

“I’m hanging up, Hanabishi,” Tokiya replied with a sigh, intent on ending the meaningless conversation.

“Bastard! Don’t you dare—“

“Ja,” was all Tokiya said before he hung up and switched his phone off in case he called again. He quickly pocketed his mobile and opened Fuuko’s handbag to search for hers. Just as he curled his fingers around it, it began to ring.

Tokiya sighed impatiently as he answered the phone, “Stop meddling in my business, Hanabishi.”

“You get away from Fuuko!”

“She’s twenty five, baka, not sixteen.”

“You’re just going to hurt her!”

“I am not,” Tokiya answered tersely. “Look, don’t worry. I’ll be clear with her with what I want. Whatever happens will be an agreement between two consenting adults. Besides, I told you already. If she doesn’t want me, I’m not going to force her.” Tokiya frowned at this. He didn’t want to think of her denying him. Not yet. He honestly hoped she wanted him back. “So you just sit there, relax and tend to your lovely wife. She needs all the attention you can give her, especially in her current state.”

“Mikagami, don’t do this!” Tokiya detected a hint of alarm and plea in Recca’s voice but he decided to ignore it. It was probably just his imagination anyway.

“Ja,” he said again and disconnected the call. He turned Fuuko’s phone off as well before the annoying baboon could call again. He sighed. Really, who would’ve thought Recca could be such a conformist? Trapping himself in a love-filled marriage at a young age turned him into a naïve little fool.

A lucky idiot, too, Tokiya had to admit grudgingly. The fire wielder was able to find love early in his life. That very evasive abstract died in Tokiya’s heart when he was only nine. When he had lost his only family…

Chotto, that was already in the past, he mentally shook his head to clear it up of those thoughts. There was no use getting sad over it all over again, was there?

Foolish as Recca was, Tokiya was certain he wasn’t going to tell on him. He had reasons to believe that Recca would keep the conversation only to himself. It happened before, a long time ago, when they also fought over a girl. Recca’s wife, Yanagi Sakoshita. Despite the fierce argument they had and the punches they had thrown at each other, Recca never told anyone of what had happened. And neither had he. The fight was only between them and them alone.

The same rules should apply now.

Tokiya’s gaze landed on the gown he was touching a while back. He took it out and examined it. It was an evening gown made of the finest silk with intricately designed black beads on the front. The color would perfectly enhance Fuuko’s ocean blue eyes, he thought. The thin strapped top was a little loose on the bust line but Fuuko would fill it out nicely. He groaned inwardly as he imagined the object of his desire in it. She would look stunning with the flowing material brushing her slim thighs as she moved gracefully around the dance floor.

Soft murmurs on his left interrupted his train of thought. He looked to that direction and found two older women giving him disapproving looks. He vaguely wondered why. They couldn’t possibly know the dirty thoughts running in his head now, could they? No, that was impossible. Unless, of course, they’re mind readers?

Dismissing them from his mind, he shifted his gaze from them until it accidentally lighted on a full-body mirror in front of him. He stood, stunned, as he took in his reflection staring back at him.

Garbed in a casual tight fit shirt and jeans, he was still clutching Fuuko’s phone in his left hand, her stylish handbag hanging by his elbow, the gown folded over his other arm as if he was going to try it on himself.

He looked absolutely ridiculous.

Instead of returning the gown on the rack and leaving the shop to save at least his remaining masculinity, he turned back to the ladies and gave them his patented icy look. “I know the color of the gown won’t look good with my complexion but it will clash nicely with my hair, don’t you think?” He asked haughtily, waving a careless hand as flamboyantly as he could.

The ladies huffed at his sarcastic tone and moved to another rack.

“Bigots,” he muttered under his breath and returned Fuuko’s phone in her bag.

“Now what did you do to those ladies, Mi-chan?” Tokiya heard Fuuko’s amused voice from behind him just as he was clicking her bag shut. “They’re glaring at you.”

“It’s nothing,” he replied with a shake of his head, dismissing the topic as he turned around to look at her, “Did you find anything you like?”

Fuuko sighed and shook her head. “Everything here’s nice but they don’t look nice on me. They’re making my butt look huge,” she laughed self-consciously.

Tokiya fought the urge to inspect said area of her body to see if it was indeed large and almost lost the battle if it wasn’t for his sheer will and determination. “Here,” he quickly recovered and handed her the gown, “Try this.”

Fuuko took the cobalt blue dress from him and unfolded it. “I don’t know, Mi-chan,” she started uneasily, “While this covers me thoroughly from the waist down, I don’t think the top would do a good job covering my boobs. It’s a little loose.” She ran a finger along the silken fabric, “Although I think it’ll feel good against my skin since I won’t be wearing a bra underneath.” She frowned as she inspected the back and turned to face him, “Do you think it’ll still look nice even if I go braless?”

Damn, but Fuuko never even blushed when she talked about her assets. Tokiya had to clear his dry throat a couple of times before he could speak. “You… um… have nice full breasts, Fuuko-san,” he said faintly, “You don’t need a… bra… to maintain their shape.”

“You think so?” Fuuko asked dubiously, wrinkling her nose. “Okay, I’ll try it then,” she said and once again disappeared in the dressing room.

Tokiya breathed in deeply when she left. Kami, the sexual tension was almost tangible, he could feel it suffocating him. He unbuttoned his shirt and gasped for much needed breaths. The way she talked about her… person with so much ease was truly nerve-wracking.

Shit! He thought grouchily. It seemed like he was the only one affected by raging hormones. Fuuko didn’t look fazed at all! Was she so comfortable with him that she was able to talk to him freely about her undergarments… or the lack thereof? Was the attraction only one-sided?

He sincerely hoped not!

Arrogance aside, he knew he wasn’t ugly. He’s at least ‘okay’ in his book. Hell, women often called him gorgeous and sexy. Even perfect at times. So why did Fuuko seem immune to it all?

Fuuko Kirisawa never ogled at him when they first met. Well, not that she could since she was trying her damnedest to save her life under a three meter thick stone wall. But she had the gall to screech at him like an outraged primate for insulting their incompetence. No decent girl had done that to him before.

Still, she never acted like a simpering female around him. Was it because she was a tomboy? How about now? He doubted she was still one, now that she dressed, talked, and acted like a liberated modern woman. She may still have reservations regarding sleeping with men she only had met but he was sure as hell that she was no longer a virgin. Not after dating Takeshi Tachibana three years ago who was notoriously known for bedding his girlfriends every chance he got.

Something unfamiliar flashed through his chest. He frowned and looked at it, as if he would see what it was if he watched closely enough. He placed a hand over his chest. What the hell was that? He wondered. Whatever it was, he didn’t like the feeling.

“Mi-chan.” Tokiya’s head snapped up when he heard Fuuko’s voice. He looked toward the dressing room and saw her waving at him to come closer. He obliged.

“What is it?”

“Could you zip the dress up for me?” Fuuko asked and presented him her back, one hand clutching the front of the gown to her front, the other holding her hair over her right shoulder, “I can’t reach it.”

Without another word, Tokiya stepped inside the stall and, without Fuuko noticing, locked the door behind him. He reached for the zipper and slowly eased it upward. Fuuko gasped as the dress brushed lightly against her bare breasts. After locking the zipper in its place, Tokiya ran his hands lightly from her bare back to rest on her smooth shoulders, his bright pale eyes inspecting her enticing form in the mirror in front of them.

A few silent moments passed and still he didn’t make a move to leave the stall.

Fuuko seemed oblivious to his presence as she touched the loose u-shaped dip of the gown that arrowed down to her flat stomach. She tried twisting to her left and right to see if the gown would accidentally expose her unbound breasts. To her surprise, the material held on to its precarious position. The gown molded her hips just right, without making her butt look huge, and it flowed beautifully down her legs. She liked it very much.

Tokiya had good eyes when it comes to these things, she thought with mild amusement as she continued to inspect the gown. Well, not that that was any surprise. After all, he dressed quite nicely when they were still in high school.

Fuuko looked up and found Tokiya staring intently at her. His light blue eyes turned paler as he took in her enticing form, hot white desire lurking in their depths. She tensed a little at the force of his gaze branding her skin, making her feel hot all over.

“W-Well? What do you think?” Fuuko asked brightly to lift the tension that settled between them. What was the matter with him? She wondered, her heart suddenly beating frantically against her chest. It’s a little unnerving to see such blatant desire and hunger in Tokiya’s usual emotionless eyes.

For her? Surely not! It couldn’t be.

“Looks good on you,” he replied huskily, his glazed eyes caressing every curve of her body, from her shoulders down to her feet and back up again to rest between the bare curves of her ample breasts. His hands traveled down her side to span around her slim waist. “It fits you nicely here and…” he slowly moved his hands up, his fingers brushing the sides of her breasts, “…here. It’s perfect.”

Fuuko’s mouth ran dry when she felt the light brushes of his fingers on her sensitized skin, her nipples hardening under the silken material when his fingers came dangerously close to them, “Y-You think so?” She should stop him, she knew. But curiously, she didn’t want to. She felt feverish and weak at Tokiya’s expert touch, ripples of desire gripping her muscles, making her shiver with the strength of her arousal. Heat was rapidly building in the pit of her stomach and pooling down on her hot center.

She watched, entranced, as his fingers traced the top edge of the gown covering her ample bosoms, her skin prickling at the touch of his cool skin against hers. “I told you, you won’t need a bra,” he husked and dipped his head to nibble lightly at her left ear. She gasped when she felt his tongue flick the outer shell of her ear.

“N-No…” she managed to say.

“They’re very proud,” he rasped as he slipped his hands beneath the silken material to cup her bare breasts, “Firm and full.” And before Fuuko could realize what he was doing, he pulled her toward him, her back plastered to his strong chest, and angled her head back to his direction, his mouth crushing hers in a searing hot kiss. Fuuko moaned softly when she felt his tongue flicker across her lower lip, seeking entry to the moist cavern of her hot mouth. She opened her lips to comply with his silent command.

Tokiya hungrily slipped his tongue in and explored her mouth. A low growl of male appreciation escaped his lips when he felt Fuuko start to kiss him back. Her tongue touched his hesitantly at first. But soon lost all inhibitions when he deepened the kiss and sparred with her tongue. She battled well with him, flicking her tongue in and out of his mouth teasingly before sucking hard on his.

He tore his mouth from hers and groaned approvingly, “Where did you learn how to kiss like that?” He asked rhetorically in between feverish kisses. He moved to the side of her jaw and nibbled at her throat. Fuuko tugged him back to her lips and Tokiya complied with her silent demand.

She barely registered Tokiya pushing the dress down her flushed body, her breasts bouncing free out of their silken confines before his large hands returned to knead them to arousal. “T-Tokiya…” Fuuko moaned his name as his mouth left hers once again and traveled down her throat. He turned her to face him and pushed her back to the mirrored wall.

Tokiya parted her legs with his and lifted her up the wall. Anchoring her legs around his waist, he rubbed his hips against her moist center and began moving to the age-old rhythm of lovemaking. Fuuko bit her lip to stop herself from crying out loud at the pleasurable sensation of his hard cock prodding against the thin barrier of her cotton panties, her vaginal lips swelling to accommodate more of his clothed erection. She wantonly moved her hips in a small circular pattern and laced her fingers through his silver locks as Tokiya kissed the pulse point at the base of her throat.

“Fuuko…” he groaned as he bent his head to capture a pouting nipple in his mouth while he fondled the other one with his left hand. Desperately fighting back a moan, Fuuko arched her back against him, offering herself more to his mouth as he suckled at her left breast, rolling the pink bud in the velvet feel of his tongue. Giving her nipple a last lick, Tokiya moved to its twin and bestowed upon it the same attentions he gave the other one.

“Excuse me, is everything all right in there?” the shop owner’s voice interrupted Tokiya in his ministrations as she knocked on the door stall. He stilled when he realized once again where he was and what he was about to do to Fuuko. Tokiya stood unmoving for a while, waiting for his heartbeat and his breaths to return back to normal, before he slowly untangled himself from her and detached his mouth from her breast. Gently sliding her off him, he unfolded himself and moved to look at the bemused Fuuko. Her large eyes glazed with want, face flushed with desire, lips swollen due to his kisses, Fuuko looked like she was thoroughly ravished and seemed to have enjoyed every moment of it. Tokiya wanted to forget where they were and continue on with his seduction.

Still, ice cold logic battled with his desires. Logic won with a lot of difficulty on his part.

Kami, what the hell was he doing? And in a dressing room of all places?

It took quite a while for Fuuko to snap out of her confusion. She gasped when she found Tokiya still gazing hungrily down at her. Blushing furiously at her brazen actions a few seconds ago, she quickly avoided his gaze and stood up, clumsily straightening her gown as she did so. But Tokiya would have none of it. He caught her chin between his fingers to force her to look at him. When she finally did, he planted a chaste kiss on her lips before he whispered, “We’ll continue this later.”

“Hello?” the shop owner asked from the other side of the door again.

“We’re just having a little problem with the zipper here,” Tokiya finally answered in a clear cool voice as he helped Fuuko straighten herself up. “We’ll be out in a while.”

“Oh, okay. Please excuse me, sir.”

Tokiya waited until the shop owner moved away before he turned back to Fuuko. Yet she seemed unwilling to be subjected to a talk as she quickly slipped by him to reach for the door. Unfortunately for her, Tokiya was faster. His hand clasped over hers before she could open the door. “Fuuko, wait, allow me to--”

“No,” she cut him off, “it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

He frowned, “What?”

“It’s just a spur of the moment thing,” Fuuko took a deep breath and finally looked at him, the glassy look in her eyes gone as she gazed at him. Her cheerfulness, which was suddenly starting to annoy him, was back in place. She laughed lightly, “Hey, it’s no big deal. It was just a little mistake.” And then she shrugged as if she wasn’t writhing beneath his touch just a while ago.

Tokiya suddenly had the strongest urge to push her back up the wall to demonstrate to her just how ‘little’ the mistake, as she called it, meant to him. And to her no matter how much she denied it. But he hesitated a little too long. Fuuko was able to slip pass him and out to the shop. He cursed under his breath and followed her outside.

“It’s a lovely dress,” Fuuko was saying to the pleased designer when he joined them, “I’ll take it.” She said excitedly and twirled before the owner.

“I’m glad you found it to your liking,” the shop owner replied, “Allow me to press that up for you.”

“Okay, thanks,” Fuuko smiled as she turned around to head back to the rooms to change back to her casual clothes.

Tokiya watched with narrowed eyes as Fuuko passed by him without even a glance in his direction. She was completely ignoring him! He was sorely tempted to follow her back and lock themselves up inside the stall again and continue where they have left off.

Shit! Tokiya thought as he stalked toward the waiting area and slumped on the couch. What in the world came over him anyway? It was as if he suddenly lost himself the moment he stepped inside the small room with her. He had all but attacked her with his lust and perhaps even scared her out of her wits with his overactive libido. It wasn’t the way he was planning on seducing her. Not at all.

He had wanted to talk to her first, see if she returned his feelings before he presented her the proposition he had in mind: sleeping together with no strings attached until their week in Japan was up. It made perfect sense, in his opinion. Since both of them weren’t currently seeing anybody, it would be normal for two healthy adults to indulge themselves to the call of the flesh. And with the response he got from Fuuko a while back, he was sure they were going to enjoy each other’s company until they parted ways.

Yes, it shouldn’t be too late. He could still talk to Fuuko about it.

“Yo, Mi-chan, you done?” Tokiya looked up and found Fuuko standing beside him, the wrapped gown in hand. “Shall we go?” she asked lightly, the incident in the dressing room all but disappeared from her mind. Tokiya found himself gritting his teeth in frustration as he stood up and followed her outside the shop. They walked, side by side, with Fuuko whistling a faint cheerful tune and Tokiya staring grimly at the sidewalk ahead of him. He scowled darkly as Fuuko remained acting unaffected by their sexual escapade in the shop.

“Hey, Fuuko,” Tokiya started after a long silence, “ about a while ago, I--”

“Stop it, Mi-chan,” Fuuko cut him off without looking at him, “I told you it’s fine. It won’t happen again, okay? So can we please drop the subject now?”

“Like hell it’s not going to happen again,” Tokiya snapped at her indifferent tone. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from walking away. “You felt it, too, admit it. This intense attraction between us. You want me. I want you. What’s there to stop us from sleeping together?”

“I’m not looking for a bed partner today, Mi-chan. Sorry.”

“Like hell you are,” Tokiya growled, “You come alive when I touch you. That’s how much you want a lover. Tell me, how long has it been since you last slept with someone?”

She gasped, “That’s none of your business!”

“Don’t deny it, Fuuko, you want me,” he said through gritted teeth, “You practically went up in flames, melted in my arms, when I kissed you. Shall I prove it again?”

Fuuko pushed him away when he made to pull her toward him again. She looked at him calmly, “Okay, let’s try again. How do you feel about me, Mi-chan?”

“What?” He had not expected the question.

“How do you feel? What am I to you?”

Tokiya failed to answer as he continued to frown at her.

“I rest my case,” Fuuko shrugged and continued to walk away.

What the hell was she talking about? He thought as he watched her go. Surely she wasn’t pertaining to an emotionally involved relationship, was she? That\'d only complicate matters. He chased after her and caught her arm once again. “What the hell do you want from me, Fuuko? What do I have to do to make you sleep with me? Even for just one night?”

Tokiya never saw it coming. He noticed the darkening of Fuuko’s eyes in pain and fury a second too late before he felt her palm hit his cheek. “You arrogant bastard,” she seethed with anger, “I’m not a whore who you can pay for her services!” Throwing a venomous glare at him, she walked away.

Tokiya stood staring at the area where she disappeared to for quite a while. He absently touched his cheek where she slapped him hard. Running a trembling hand through his hair, he cursed lowly and began to follow her back to her apartment.

Kami, what in the world came over him? It seemed that he really needed Fuuko to knock some sense back in his head with the way he was acting a few minutes ago. He was like a sex-deprived lunatic with an enormous hard-on with the way he was dealing with her. He had never felt such a strong attraction to any female before. Until she came along. It somewhat scared him, the way he was behaving around her. The promise he made with Recca about him not forcing her if she didn’t want to sleep with him rapidly went down the drain. He was quick to lose his cool and his judgment whenever she was around. And that had never happened to him before. What the hell had the little wind witch done to him?

Still, he had to apologize. She deserved a very clear and a very detailed explanation from him. He was totally acting out of character and no doubt scared her (or infuriated her) with his all-male aggressiveness. Fuuko deserved to be treated better. He had to win back her friendship before the Hokage realized what happened between them. He had to apologize and get back his pride. And above all, he had to win her trust back.

He would never want her hating and doubting him while he was still staying with her for four more days.

Kami, he was no sex maniac to begin with anyway!

“Fuuko,” he muttered under his breath as he remembered his crazed actions in the shop, “do you see what you have reduced me into?”