Chapter Thirty Five

Akemi arrived at her bedroom later that evening and discovered that her balcony door was open. Tossing her bag to her bed, she made her way to the other end of the room, where the curtains were billowing gently from the cold, evening air.

She paused at the sight of Takeshi with his back against her. He turned around at her arrival.

"Ah, welcome home," He stepped inside the room. "What took you so long?"

"Your spies didn't get to inform you?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

Takeshi smirked. "Looks like you had a good time."

She made her way back to the bed and began taking out her textbooks. "I've got a lot of homework to do. I'd like to be left alone now."

"I had a talk with your principal today. Seems you've been getting into trouble again," he said, slipping his hands in his pockets. "She thinks you might be having issues at home."

Akemi sighed in exasperation as she turned to face him again.

"Right," She narrowed her eyes. "Did you really have to come all the way to school for that? Someone happened to see you, if you didn't realize, and now everyone's talking about it."

Takeshi innocently raised his eyebrows. "I may have had a witness or two."

"God," She rolled her eyes and shook her head in frustration. "You're going to cause a scandal!"

"Are you that ashamed of me?"

"I'd rather jump off a building than be seen with you," she scowled.

"It hurts me to hear that," he murmured, putting a finger on her chin. "Did you have fun on your little date the other day?"

Akemi stiffened but held her gaze.

"You know, I sometimes wonder how your best friend's still alive," he mused, tracing his thumb on her lower lip. "Considering you're doing a lousy job of keeping your end of the deal with me."

"What?" She slapped his hand from her face. "I'm back here in your stupid, old mansion, aren't I?"

"Darling," he smirked, cupping her cheek. "You're supposed to be back in my bed."

"You keep saying that, but you never really do anything about it," she snapped.

Takeshi raised his eyebrows again before regarding her in amusement. "Are you saying you want me to do something about it?"

"I'm saying you're all bark and no bite."

His voice dropped a foreboding octave. "The part where I kill that boy or the part where I fuck you?"

Akemi swallowed. She took a step back when he moved closer.

"I'm only trying to be gentleman," he whispered. "I don't like to force myself on a woman."

She couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"A gentleman, huh?" she simpered. "Then you can stay celibate for the rest of this marriage."

Takeshi pushed her to the bed without warning. She was barely able to get back up in her surprise when he moved on top of her.

"See, I don't think I can work with that," He effortlessly pinned her arms down when she tried to struggle beneath him. "You don't seem to appreciate my efforts considering I haven't fucked you in a good while."

"Let go of me!" she shouted, still writhing beneath him.

"No, Akemi," He lowered his face to hers. "Not anymore."

Takeshi crushed his mouth against hers. She immediately rejected him, but he heedlessly forced himself upon her, parting her lips open and slipping his tongue inside her mouth.

His lips settled on her neck when she looked away, then back up to her ears to make her face him again. He captured her mouth once more, kissing her fully and more gently that it drew an unwanted sensation that she had not felt in a long time.

His hands relaxed on her wrists as he looked down on her. His smoldering gaze sent her looking away. He sat up straighter and let go of her arms, but did not get off of her as she looked up at him in a mixture of anger and confusion.

"Just this once, Akemi," he said. "Maybe you can be nice to me."

Akemi slowly sat up, warily eyeing him when he got off of her.

"Kiss me," he smiled. "Then I'll leave you alone for the night."

There was nothing but amusement in his eyes as she skeptically glared at him from the pillows. Finally with a sigh, she slowly, uneasily crawled to him and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Takeshi put a hand on her arm when they parted. "That was not a kiss."

"Yes it was," she grumbled, suddenly feeling flustered.

"You know what kind of kiss I'm talking about."

Akemi looked at him in both unease and frustration before nearing her face to his once more. She pressed her lips to his and softly, gently kissed him, but Takeshi claimed her mouth in a deeper kiss that immediately sent her pushing him away.

"I think that's enough."

"No," he growled, yanking her arm and pulling her to him again. She instinctively placed a hand on his shoulder as he locked her by the waist, kissing her again more passionately than the last.

Akemi was breathless as his hand slipped up her blouse. She gripped his long, white sleeves at the feel of his mouth on her neck and his hand on her left breast. Her suppressed body immediately opened up with a need that overwhelmed her, sending her dizzy with disorientation as his hands and mouth revisited places that only he knew well.

She softly cried at the feel of his fingers slipping into the space between her legs. He tauntingly traced the slit of her entrance and took a breast in his mouth. She bit her lower lip and fought back a whimper, but the trembling in her legs worsened with his each caress.

"Please..." she whispered, gripping his shoulder tight.

"You want me to stop?" he murmured, withdrawing his hand but pressing his lips against her stomach. She groaned when he gripped her left thigh.

"No," she finally said. "Don't stop."

Takeshi looked up at her and saw her face flustering with shameful desire. He pulled her head down and kissed her again, long and hard before gently pushing her to the pillows.

He undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped a hand between her legs once more. He carefully watched the change in her expression as he entered a finger inside her, making her squirm and grav his wrist.

"No?" he asked while slipping another finger in.

Akemi lowly moaned and parted her legs wider as he watched her lose herself at his fingertips. She was damp and quivering by the time he withdrew his hand as he removed his shirt.

She returned his kiss with a fierceness that he had not felt from her before. Her hands raked the expanse of his back, arms, and chest before she began undoing his pants. He watched her again, captivated with her sudden brazenness until he groaned at the feel of her hand on his shaft.

He groaned at the sheer tightness of her the moment he entered her, so hot and wet for him that it threatened to break his control. He moved inside her in slow, full strokes, relishing the response of her body with his every thrust. She gripped his wrists beneath him, throwing her head back and parting her legs wider for him.

"Oh God, Akemi..." he hoarsely whispered. "It's been so long..."

He rested his upper body against her, settling his lips on her neck as he caressed her breast. He thrust deeper inside her and listened to the sound of her cries filling up the room. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly sat up, pushing him down to the sheets as she straddled herself on top of him.

Takeshi groaned as she moved above him. She was breathtaking the way her breasts bounced as the sleeves of her blouse pooled down her arms. He pulled her skirt up and watched her impale herself repeatedly upon him until her voice grew raspy with need. He seized a full breast again and grabbed her by the waist, letting her hips move more freely above him. Akemi cried as release washed over her again, making her entire body shudder as she collapsed on top of him.

Takeshi trailed a finger down the curve of her back as he felt her breathing heavily above him. When she finally calmed down he shifted his weight and moved on top of her again. Her body felt almost feverish beneath him as he kissed her breasts, stomach, and legs before making his way back up to part her thighs.

Her oversensitive body quivered with rejection when he pointed the tip of his shaft at her entrance once more. He ignored her whimpers as he slowly entered her again, making her body arch with pleasure. She buried her face to the sheets, but her cries were not muffled for long as he finally began moving inside her deeper and harder than the last.

"Ah...!" she cried, reflexively trying to push him away as he gripped her legs tight and parted them wider. He leaned forward and cupped her face, forcing her to look back at him as he moved faster and further in her. He closed his eyes and whispered her name at the feel of her gripping him, and he finally let go as he released himself inside her.

He listened to the sound of her heartbeat and relaxed at the feel of her hot, damp skin against his. Akemi stared at the ceiling of her four-poster bed before placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him away.

He watched her button her blouse at the other end of the bed. She walked to the dresser and pulled her hair up in a ponytail. Her face was impassive when she looked at him again.

"You can go now," she said.

He found that her gaze grew stonier with each passing second as he slowly rose and picked up his shirt from the bed. He walked up to her, his gaze lingering on her lips as he watched some of the hesitation return in her eyes.

Takeshi leaned forward and murmured in her ear. "You make an excellent fuck as always."

Akemi's gaze was ice-cold as she watched that all-too-familiar smirk return to his lips. He turned on his heel and left the room without another word.

Her heart began to pound with newfound rage and frustration the moment she heard the door close. Her angry, teary gaze was on the floor for a long time before she shut herself in her bathroom and took one of the longest showers of her life.


The first snowfall of the year came on a Thursday afternoon in mid-November. Akemi looked up at the clear, gray skies and watched tufts of snow cover the windowpanes down the hallway at school.

Today Akemi was feeling just short of destructive, and the weather did nothing to make her feel better. A big part of her believed that after everything else, sleeping with Takeshi would no longer mean anything. Something inevitable but easy to get over with, if that was what it took to keep some sort of balance to things. But after last night she had ended up looking like easy game, and Takeshi leaving her room like that made her feel both pathetic and infuriated with herself. In the end he could still rile her up with just his words, and still break her resolve with a kiss...

"Wow, it's snowing!" Chiharu breathed in amazement. "I can already feel the Christmas spirit! Does your family celebrate?"

"Not really, although we have a nice family dinner," Akemi smiled fondly at the reminder. It was short-lived at the realization that this year would be different.

She paused in her tracks and closed her eyes, putting a hand to the wall and swallowing.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she murmured. "I just don't feel well this morning."

"Are you coming down with something?" Her friend put a hand to her forehead. "You don't feel warm though..."

"I think I need to go to the restroom..." she said, heading to the nearest washroom as Chiharu worriedly followed after her.

The moment her eyes spotted a sink, she immediately felt like she was going to hurl. She locked herself up in a cubicle, relieving herself as her stomach tightened with nausea.

"Oh my God, are you alright?" Chiharu whispered when Akemi finally got out and went to the sink.

"Yeah, I feel better now," she muttered, rinsing her mouth and tiredly closing her eyes. "It must be something I ate this morning..."

She looked up to find Chiharu eyeing her with concern but saying nothing.

"I'm sorry about that," Akemi uneasily smiled as she wiped herself with a paper towel. "Let's go back."

"Right," Her friend nodded, following her out with a frown.


"Figures for the fourth quarter are looking good as we bounce back with 23% market share from last month's extensive campaign..."

Takeshi flipped to the next page of the report when his gaze caught the platinum band on his left hand. He stared at it for a long time until the voice of the presenter at the other end of the long table was lost to him entirely.

Lately Takeshi would stand in front of a mirror and find a different man in his reflection. Almost a year ago, he lived recklessly and had a different woman every night. He had not believed in marriage, and now that he was in one he often wondered what must've gotten into him.

He was very much aware that he was the sole reason for his misery. After everything he had made his wife go through, of course the state of his relationship would be in shambles. Still, that stubborn, proud part of him remembered how easy women were, and still he wondered how out of all of them, only Akemi remained the exception.

By now Takeshi was past the point of anger. Most days he would shift from frustration to resignation. She would make him believe for the few nights that she did return to him, but come morning she was back to being as cold as his vacant bedside. She had taken their relationship to a new level of destructiveness, and even he could not think of a better payback.

"Mr. Ryuuzaki?"

Takeshi blinked and looked at the man at the other end of the table.

"Mr. Ryuuzaki," Chairman Sawamura repeated. "We'd like to hear your presentation now."

"Yes, of course," He cleared his throat and stood up. He grabbed his papers and walked to the screen. He faced the Board and put on his usual, self-assured smile.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."


The library was bathed in a deep orange glow on a late afternoon as Akemi pushed a cart of books down the hallway. She stopped in front of the Literature section and turned down the aisle, returning several books to the shelves.

Akemi looked at her watch and inwardly sighed. She had half an hour left before her after school service was finally completed. Unfortunately Sayaka was also given the same task as her, although she had managed to avoid running into her so far.

She picked up a particularly heavy encyclopedia and pushed it up a high shelf with slight difficulty. A sudden wave of dizziness swept over her as she put a hand to the bookcase for support.

Akemi leaned back and swallowed. The bouts of dizziness had come and gone for the last few days, but now a certain heaviness and sluggishness was spreading over her...

Sayaka was heading her way down the Mathematics section with several books when she stopped at the sight of Akemi down the aisle. She was only about to tell on the girl for slacking off when the girl suddenly collapsed to the floor.

"Oh my God," she whispered, running to her and finding her unconscious. "Morisato...?!"


Akemi opened her eyes and found herself in the school clinic. She slowly sat up and found her bodyguard-slash-Russian History teacher reading a book at the other end of the room.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, rising from his seat.

She creased her forehead. "What happened? What am I doing here?"

"You passed out. Hanasaki brought you here."

"Sayaka?" she said in disbelief, suddenly remembering. "Oh..."

"The school doctor already left when you were brought in. I've already notified Mr. Ryuuzaki. He should be here soon."

"I'm fine," she frowned. "I was just dizzy, that's all."

The door opened. Takeshi arrived into the room, straight from the office in his trench coat and suit. Kusanagi bowed at his arrival and dismissed himself from the room.

"I heard what happened," Takeshi began, his eyebrows meeting. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she repeated. "You didn't have to come."

"We should at least go to the doctor," He settled on her bedside. "Just to see what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," she snapped in annoyance. "Just leave me alone."

Takeshi frowned at her in exasperation. "Just this once, Akemi, I don't want to fight with you."

"Then fuck off!" she snarled. The stinging in her eyes was instant as she lowered her head and tried to hold back her tears.

He beseeched her gaze but she remained staring at the sheets. He slowly rose from the bed and left the room. When she heard the door close, Akemi brought her trembling hands to her face.

She didn't have to go to the doctor to know what was wrong. The dizziness, the vomiting, and now passing out... She had never been one to keep track, but now that she thought about it, she was running late in her cycle...

Her vision began to grow blurry with unshed tears.

She was pregnant.

to be continued