AN: Here's the Kyouichi/Aoi lemon scene I promised you guys! The last two chapters were in first person from Kyouichi's point of view, but now I'm switching it up to third person from both points of view, because I don't quite have the writing ability to write a lemon scene from a guy's perspective yet. Lol. This is actually the first lemon scene I've ever posted—usually I just hide them in a red folder and show them to friends, so feel free to tell me how you liked it. :D

Disclaimer—I don't own Tokyo Majin but how I wished I owned Kyouichi, mrrrrroooooow.

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Sometimes I'd like to quit,

nothing ever seems to fit,

hanging around,

nothing to do but frown,

rainy days and Mondays always get me down.

The record scratched and Aoi glanced up from her desk. Her father, the great antiquities lover had given her a record player for her eighteenth birthday. Rather than selling it and buying an MP3 player, Aoi had chosen to frequent a records store and buy a few records. That seemed so long ago…before the final battle that had scarred Tokyo. The record player, amazingly had somehow survived the catastrophe. Her father, who'd been abroad during the battle, had immediately paid to restore their house. Aoi had come close to a brawl with her father after his blatantly selfish actions, but she was able to convince him to stay in Japan and help make investments to rebuild Tokyo. Things would never be the same again, but with Komaki, Daigo, and all the others' help life was becoming livable.

What I've got they used to call the blues…

Aoi smiled briefly. It was fitting that this song was playing—the dark storm clouds had been promising rain all day.

Hanging around,

Nothing to do but frown,

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.

Karen Carpenter ended her mournful tune and the record player clicked off. Aoi turned back to the paper on her desk. She sighed softly and signed it, folding it up and carefully placing it inside a gold lacquer box. Thunder rumbled quietly.

It was a letter. One of many letters. Aoi knew that Kyouichi was looking for Tatsuma, and that he was probably in China. Other than that, she had no idea of his whereabouts. But that didn't stop her from writing him letters. Sometimes the letters were short, only saying that she was thinking of him. Sometimes they were long babbling letters. But she finished each one, signed it, and put it in the gold lacquer box. She didn't quite know what she'd do with them. But they made her feel like she was close to him somehow.

Aoi stood, smoothing the folds in her yukata. She quietly picked up the bokuto sheath Kyouichi had given her and examined it for the thousandth time. It had been a year since he'd left to search for Tatsuma. Some days it felt like the year had flown by and others days it seemed like a million years.

Her fingers tightened around the sheath. Today had been a long day. She'd spent it sandbagging—the river had started to flood since the rains had come in, and it was damaging the few feeble houses that were up. Daigo and Komaki were good company of course, but Aoi couldn't help but feel lonely when she was with the two of them. They were so obviously in love with each other in the sweetest, most subtle way—Komaki had stopped focusing her protective energy on Aoi and started becoming more open to Daigo's affections.

Aoi heard a roaring noise and realized that it had started to pour. She worried faintly about the sandbags and hoped they would hold.

Lightning flashed and the lights went out. Aoi sighed and set the sheath down to search for candles. She found some in the living area and brought them to her room. The candlelight dimly lit up the room.

Thunder started to roll ever harder when Aoi heard a strange banging noise. She frowned, wondering if the winds had knocked something over or if a tree branch had fallen onto the roof.

The banging and thumping continued ever more persistently. She tried to focus on where the noise was coming from and realized with a jolt that something was crashing into her window. The curtains were drawn so she couldn't see what. Wondering if a tree branch had gotten caught in the sill, Aoi drew back the curtains.

Kyouichi Houraiji was squatting on her windowsill.

Aoi about had a heart attack. She flung the window open and gaped in shock as Kyouichi climbed inside her bedroom, dripping wet.

"K-Kyouichi…" She stammered.

"Hey Aoi," He said calmly, as if it was perfectly normal to climb through her window during a raging storm.

"You're—you're—" Aoi whispered and before she could think of anything else to say, she flung her arms around him. He was soaking wet, he was alive, he was Kyouichi

He stroked her hair lightly and she quickly broke away from him, drinking him in. He looked remarkably unchanged. His brown hair still stuck out every which way, he still had his bokuto slung over his shoulder. His eyes had a strange tired look in them—as if he'd seen too much in the world.

"What are you doing here?" Aoi asked breathlessly. "I thought you were in China—did you…find…?"

"I was," Kyouichi replied. "And…yeah. I found Tatsuma."

Her breath caught in her throat. "Where is he? Did you bring him back?"

"No," Kyouichi shook his head. "He refused to go back. I spent six months following rumors and I finally found him in a Tibetan monastery. He knows how to defeat Yagyuu."

Her eyes widened.

"He insisted that I return to Tokyo. Said that he needed to do this on his own. So—I came back," Kyouichi finished.

"You—you actually listened to him? Tatsuma can't do it by himself!" Aoi cried out sharply, a little more accusatory than she intended. "We have to help him! You shouldn't have left!"

Kyouichi glared at her. "Don't you think I know that? I came back to get you and the others! So we can all kick Yagyuu's ass together!"

Aoi swallowed. She looked at the floor, ashamed. "Then…then we will. We'll all go…to protect Tatsuma. We'll help him," Her head snapped back. "Do Komaki and Daigo know?"

"No," Kyouichi affirmed. "I came to you first." There was a strange sort of pause after he said this and they both looked away from each other awkwardly. Aoi cleared her throat and Kyouichi sneezed. Aoi then remembered that he was still sopping wet.

"Oh!" Aoi started. "I'm an idiot. You must be freezing—I'll go get some towels for you!" She darted out of the room.

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Kyouichi exhaled loudly when she exited. Far be it for Kyouichi to admit to any kind of weakness, but Aoi was making her nervous. The room was dimly lit, only with three or four candles. He suddenly noticed his bokuto sheath lying on her bed. He jerked at this realization and his bokuto knocked a box off the desk.

"Shit," Kyouichi muttered as papers flew out of the box. He bent over and hastily gathered them, messily shoving them in the box. Then he noticed his name

Dear Kyouichi…

Kyouichi nearly dropped the box again. They were…they were letters. All of them were letters to him…

Picking one at random, he unfolded it and started to read.

Dear Kyouichi,

Winter's been rough for us, and I can't help worrying about you. Are you safe? Are you warm? Know that there are those who care deeply about you and may that keep you warm.

Love,

Aoi

Dear Kyouichi,

Today the cherry blossoms started to bloom and I thought of you. I thought of you sitting in the sakura tree by our school. You always looked so carefree, as though nothing ever bothered you and you feared nothing. I hope you still feel that way and the cherry blossoms give you courage, wherever you are.

Love,

Aoi

Dear Kyouichi,

I'm very tired today from working at the hospital. I just wanted to say…I love you.

Love,

Aoi

Kyouichi stared at the letters in shock. His mouth went dry.

She loved him…

"I brought some towels, and they were just in the dryer, so they should be really warm," Aoi burst in chattering with several white towels piled in her arms. She froze when she saw Kyouichi holding the letters.

The towels fell to the ground.

"Those—those're private," She said sounding mortified. She flushed bright red.

"Did you mean it?" Kyouichi asked quietly.

"M-mean what?" Aoi stammered.

"All of it," He said softly. "That you were thinking of me, that you were worried about me—that you loved me."

Aoi was so embarrassed she wanted to burst into tears. Kyouichi was never supposed to read those—well he was—but not like this—!

He was still looking at her.

"I—I—" She closed her eyes. "Yes. I meant it. Every word." She cringed, as if expecting him to shout at her.

She loved him…

It took three steps to cross the room. Kyouichi was in front of Aoi in two. They stared at each other for one solitary moment. Kyouichi stroked her face quietly and another moment, he kissed her.

It was a soft and gentle kiss, so unlike Kyouichi. He broke away from it for a moment to whisper, "I love you too."

Aoi felt everything bubbling up inside her at once. Kyouichi's kiss seemed so surreal to her, so amazing. She slipped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his once more. She deepened the kiss.

Kyouichi's grip on her hair tightened as the kiss deepened. The kiss became aggressive and staggering. Kyouichi was starting to have trouble controlling himself. They broke apart for a moment, gasping slightly. Aoi's hands still remained on the edges of his wet jacket.

"I should go," He said gruffly.

"I don't want you to," She said quietly.

"I don't want to," He admitted. "But I should. Aoi…"

She looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. "Kyouichi…stay with me. Don't leave again."

And at that moment, Kyouichi was damned tired of being the noble hero, the gentleman. He wasn't freaking Tatsuma for Christ's sake. All the want and desire for Aoi he'd harbored for years erupted and he lifted her up, kissing her hard.

It was an aggressive, possessive kiss—and Aoi loved it. She felt him explore every bit of her small mouth, his tongue lapping gracefully with hers. She nibbled slightly on his lip and he bit hers harder, as if to prove to her who was taking control of the situation here.

Aoi gently removed his wet jacket from his shoulders. Kyouichi impatiently tore off his shirt and went back to kissing her.

Kyouichi took her in his arms and lifted her up, princess style. The memory of him doing this again for a completely different reason struck them both and they giggled together. He carried her to her bed and lightly laid her there.

Aoi's yukata had loosened. Kyouichi's hand went to the belt as he tugged it open. Aoi's hand caught his wrist suddenly.

"Wait," She said, suddenly nervous.

"What is it?" Kyouichi asked, concerned that he did something wrong.

"It's just…" She bit her lip.

"I can go," Kyouichi said quickly. "I'm sorry Aoi, I can—"

"No!" Aoi said in a rush. "I just wanted to—to show you…" She turned around. She then lowered her yukata down, revealing the unsightly scars on her back. She shivered, feeling a draft touch her bare skin.

"There was a fire, when I was young…" She said miserably. "I couldn't save my friend…"

She stiffened when she felt Kyouichi's lips on her back. He kissed each and every scar, lightly stroking her back. She turned around to look him in the eyes.

"You're beautiful," Kyouichi said to her directly. "And I love you."

"I love you too," Aoi breathed and then he was on top of her, touching every inch of her. His hands cupped her breasts; she gasped in delight and pleasure. She tried to keep up with him, tasting his neck and stroking all she could but Kyouichi was constantly moving. He was pure energy.

His hand went lower and lower till Aoi cried out in shock. His hands were teasing her softer portions, then caressing her thighs back and forth. It was driving her crazy, but she wanted him to never stop.

She felt hot and flushed. Their kissing became more frantic, more harried. His hand pleasured her until she wanted to cry from the absolute intensity. She felt hot, she felt wet, she felt pleasure so intense it felt like pain.

"K-Kyouichi—" She struggled to get out.

He kicked his pants off and in an instant, he entered her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and Kyouichi realized she was a virgin, which somehow heightened all that he was feeling.

"Aoi…" He said hoarsely and her pain ended. She smiled at him hazily, and his rhythm began. She felt an incredible fluttering in her belly—her eyes begged him to hurry, hurry…

And then she screamed. A white hot burst of pleasure filled her being and a cacophony of bliss erupted. Kyouichi groaned his own release and collapsed on top of her. He licked his lips and kissed her cheek.

Aoi's fingers were tangled in his hair and she was panting lightly. She closed her eyes.

There was no need for speaking. The two of them understood each other. When morning came, there would be no mention of this to Komaki or Daigo. They would gather their friends and then go after Tatsuma. There was no time for a relationship between the two of them…

Kyouichi kissed her again softly and fell asleep. Aoi curled up closely to him. They would find Tatsuma. They would defeat Yagyuu.

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AN: This was the beginning of a sequel fic I've had in mind—the whole TM gang find Tatsuma and have an epic adventure to defeat Yagyuu while Kyouichi and Aoi try to fight their feelings for each other with the added romantic complication of Tatsuma. It'll be totally canon (unlike my AU fic, Time Stranger Ai which I need to update, I will soon!) and be a sort of 'third season' we've all been waiting for. Well, let me know your thoughts—review review!