They walked to the end of the corridor and Arisa said, "So, I will see you tomorrow? At 7.00, for a movie?"

"Yes, 7:00 it is."

Arisa stood on her tiptoes and gave Kureno a peck on the lip. "Thank you for tonight. It was very fun."

"Likewise."

He, a bit tentatively, left her side and closed the gate between them. He gave a final wave before walking to the sidewalk, and disappearing into the night.

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Arisa slumped against the corridor, her head spinning a bit and her heart pounding quickly. She really liked Kureno. She was happy that he wasn't pushy, and was open to new things.

She couldn't wait for tomorrow.

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Kureno walked down the busy streets-- young star-crossed couples, giggling school-children, teenage girls, businessmen, proud elder, best friends, babies in carriages... like Arisa said, he wanted to live a little. He wanted to be a normal guy friend (or hopefully something more) and not someone's 'pet'/'sex partner'/'emotional punching bag'. He wanted to do 'fun' things. He wanted to eat McDonalds. Play at videogame stores. Be a kid. Stroll the streets. Do laundry. Talk. Eat mochi ice cream. Experience the subtleties of life.

He absolutely couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Pre-A/N: I apologize for the long wait. If you are easily offended by 'M' rated sexually graphic scenes and innuendos, turn back. You've been warned. (Oh, and it's not between Arisa and Kureno.)

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Satori presents:

Chapter 4 Playing with Ice

Kureno walked home absentmindedly, getting honked for jaywalking. So that's what it feels like to be in love. He didn't even bother to get on a bus, and instead, walked home. It took an hour. His feet were sore. His heart swelled was passion and joy. He traversed the serpentine road through the forest to the estates. It felt great to be this...free. He felt like a ship unbound by the heavy anchor and had been set to sail the vast oceans.

He typed in the code at the iron-wrought gate, and entered. He went to his room where... Akito awaited. It didn't even bother him that Friday was 'sex night.' He thought nothing of it. He could only think of a certain striking blond beauty.

"Did you have fun tonight, my little cock?"

"Yes. I wandered some streets and ate at McDonalds."

"Hmm-mmm."

Kureno said down on the couch and stared into the darkness, vaguely making out the shadow in the corner. The girl perched on the edge of his bed. She was draped in black, and by the moonlight, she had this sinister appearance-- her asymmetrical haircut looked jagged and her eyes bore holes into him.

She came over and straddled his hips. She bounced once on his thighs, testing the waters, if you will. She always liked to watch his reaction when she was so close to his... groin. Animalistic instincts. Once a cock, always a cock. Her small hands grasped his silken hair, as she roughly forced her mouth onto his. She suckled his lips like they were sweet, exotic honey nectar. She watched him. She never closed her eyes when in contact with anyone. She liked to be in power. Akito tasted bitter to his lips, so different from his kiss with Arisa, who tasted like the most heavenly candy on Earth. Akito nibbled and bite on Kureno's lower lip until it bleed. Blood was the symbol of life. It ran cold in her veins. She needed him like a drug. That was one of the reasons she copulated with him. He was attractive, but that mattered little. It was the fact that she was in control. Alive. Like a slithering snake with a mouse hanging from the bars of sharp teeth. She licked his lips clean and whispered, "Why are you so... quiet tonight? You're usually so... loud."

"Nothing."

"I will make that change." Akito fumbled with the buttons on his collared shirt, but gave up. "What the hell." She tore open his shirt, sending buttons to the ground. Her hands traveled from his prominent clavicle to his chest, down to his flat stomach. His muscles rippled beneath her cold icy fingers. He may have disliked Akito with a passion, but she was still a woman. Her icy touches burned him. When her fingers retracted from his skin, he moaned, "Don't stop."

"Be patient, let me remove my clothes."

Without further ado, Akito untied the sash around her waist, revealing a tight red corset-like thing that hid her budding breasts. She unzipped the contraption from the front and let it fall to the ground. Kureno gulped. He felt guilty.

It wasn't like he and Arisa were dating and he was betraying her or anything, by being with another woman; right? It made him shiver. He was playing with ice. Sometimes it was so cold, that it burned, and that was how he felt. He wanted to control himself. He wanted to stop. Forget. To hold himself for someone as sacred as Arisa.

When Akito was completely nude from the waist up, she bounced her weight on his lap. "Come on," she cooed in her cold, emotionless voice. This may have sounded sultry in another woman's voice, but to Kureno it sounded like a taunt. Kureno did as told (for that was his sole purpose in Akito's eyes), and grabbed her thin thigh, and brought her over to his bed. He laid her down softly, and proceeded to remove his belt. She watched his eyes through her dark ones. He stood in all his naked glory as she looked him from head to toe, a grimace plastering her ashen face. He didn't look at her. His eyes shielded by the fan of long dark lashes. He lowered himself between her open thighs and quickly removed her panties. He didn't even bother to remove them from her legs. This was going to be quick. His member was already stiff.

Kureno remembered. He pulled open the drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a condom.

"Sorry."

"Make it fast, Kureno."

He put it on with ease. Practice makes perfect. Akito dug her nails into his firm back when he thrust into her. Her tightness surrounded him. She kept her eyes open during another one of their 'nightly affairs.' It disgusted him that she watched him grunt and sweat with her dark eyes; expressionless. 'Making love' was supposed to be remembered by the body, but Akito remembered it with her eyes: the power she had over him. She enjoyed being the one in control, even though he was doing all the action. Today, he didn't even bother to wait for her orgasm; he spilled inside of her. His warm seed filled her. He bit his lip so as to not cry out another woman's name, the one who invaded his mind like a sweet scent. His hands avoided touching Akito, instead fisted in the bedspread.

Kureno removed himself from the spent female, who glistened in sweat; her shiny, boyish face as yellow as dirty moss. He pulled his boxers up, and lay beside her, breathing deepily.

Akito leaned on her side and peered into his face. "You didn't wait for me like you usually do."

"I'm sorry. I'm really tired. I needed release."

"Hmm. Don't let that happen again."

Kureno nodded in the darkness, before turning on his side to face the open window. He felt sullied. Guilty. He dreamed of Arisa and the prospect of tomorrow before sleep overcame him.

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Arisa woke early in the morning, like she always did. She did her 'morning business' in the bathroom, cleaning herself of Kureno's essence. She checked her father's bedroom. He wasn't there. The bed was made. Probably never returned, went to one of his 'whores' and spent the night in a drunken-stupor. Lucky me.

She made some seafood-flavored ramen for breakfast. She couldn't trust her servants, those whore-maids. She hoped that Kureno didn't touch that filth. STDs.

She had never been one for healthy, wholesome meals. She wasn't that self-conscious poor slut, Tohru.

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Arisa dressed in plain garb for her job (she worked mornings on weekends), locked the door behind her, and walked to the cafe. Kureno had saved her yesterday, but she was sure that Tanaka would be back to his wandering ways. He was a charmer. One who charmed his way into girl's panties, as the rumor around the cafe said.

Arisa gave a curt nod to her superior, and started taking the chairs down from the tables and refilling the napkin holder and sauce bottles.

Her boss approached her and said, "One of the female workers said that Tanaka was giving you a hard time. Is that true?"

"Yeah, but it's fine. He's a guy."

"Don't let him affect your work."

"I won't." If he doesn't come at me again!

Arisa did her usual morning routine, trying to put Kureno at the back of her mind. He is wonderful. I hope it isn't just a front to get into my pants. I will be devastated.

Please let him be the real deal.

I am willing to do anything for him.

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At lunch, Akito asked Kureno, "Can you check up on the kids for me tonight? Make sure that they aren't becoming as reckless as Shigure. I can't get out myself, I don't feel good. We won't have sex until I'm better."

Kureno sighed softly. Good. He didn't want the pressure of returning after his date with Arisa to affect him.

"Hai."

"Wait. I don't want lunch right now, but could you..." her voice trailed off. She removed her black yukata and looked down at herself; nude. Kureno noticed the wetness of her grey panties. This girl was always so... horny. It sickened him.

She though out 'sex' as a sport.

Bad.

Kureno fingers dug deep crescent-shaped marks into his palm.

"Are you sure? I don't want to harm you."

"No this is fine. You won't have any contact with my mouth." Oh, but you will use yours, she thought to herself.

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Arisa finished her work and returned home. Her heart swelled with excitement. She looked into her small closet. There weren't too many presentable pieces for his occassion. She picked out a pair of dark jeans (without any holes or stains) and a top that Tohru had bought her for her birthday. Arisa had careless threw it in the closet, vowing never to wear that navy blue cotton blouse with some kind of yellow bird printed on it. A little inside joke, since his sofa was decorated with bird patterns. Heehee. She couldn't imagine him lounging there. Hey, at least the shirt was girly. She paired it with her other pair of clean black mary-janes. She also pulled out a tote-bag from the foyer closet. It toppled from her large collection of junk on the shelf.

This was definitely an eclectic outfit.

She went into the bathroom and treated her face with warm water. She didn't have any makeup. She brushed her hair to remove any knots.

She thought she looked presentable.

Kureno didn't look at what she wore as a 'factor.' Otherwise they wouldn't have never gone this far.

She couldn't wait for the doorbell to ring. 6: 35.

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