School Girls' Stories

A/N: To address Anon\'s question about the meaning of this following phrase:
-Shinwa: “I just saw him going into a hotel with a bunch of guys.
Your sister, however, followed with Makenke later.” ~ Shinwa was explaining that when Kago went into the hotel, Kaori and Danko showed up at just a little after them. It\'s up to interpretation if he saw them go into the same hotel room, or if he just assumed that they did, but it\'s a huge coincidence. And he called her Makenke because he is not a friend to her, and in Japan if you are not close friends, or relatives, you will call them by their surname, not their given name. (That\'s for anyone else as well)


Chapter 39 – Shinji Taiikuka/Taiikuka Shinji

Fuji sat across from her biological father at the Taiikuka kitchen table. She hated it. She hated being there, but she did not know whom to blame. She tried turning the hatred inward, but none of this was her fault. She turned it on her mother, but for once it did not stick. She turned it to Mr. Taiikuka and it stuck.

“Fuji, your mother has been worried about you.” It was a bad way for Mr. Taiikuka to start off his conversation with his first illegitimate child. “We know you have been staying at Amatsu’s apartment, but your mother doesn’t know who he is or how to get a hold of him, and as long as you were going to school she decided not to have the police go looking for you, but you are still a minor, and what you are doing is still called running away.”

“Save the lecture,” Fuji snapped. “I want to know why you called me here.”

Mr. Taiikuka sighed and leaned back in his chair. Fuji was trying her hardest to make things difficult for him, and it seemed whatever she said or did was working. “Let me tell you my side of the story and how things happened,” he insisted.

Fuji nodded, but gave no other acknowledgment that she was even truly paying attention to him.

“I worked for Tsukasa Chenbaro when he was just dating your mother,” Mr. Taiikuka admitted. “I was married to Kari at the time, and very much in love. We had been trying for years to have children, however, and I was growing disappointed, as was she. We lost interest in being with one another, and my poor beautiful Kari began seeing someone else, and so did I. I won’t bore you with details, or disgust you, of what happened, but your mother and I began sleeping together. Then she got pregnant and told me she did not want to see me anymore. She claimed it was Tsukasa’s child and I believed her. I did not want to come between them. However, she lied to all of us. She never slept with Tsukasa until she found out she was pregnant, and she knew the whole time it was my child.

“Shortly after, Kari became pregnant, and trust me she and I made sure it was mine, and, it was, it was my precious Shai. I could not have been a happier man.

“Four years later Tsukasa died and Noriko, a very changed woman, took over the company. She fired many people, and instead moved me to another company. She didn’t tell me you were mine until you were ten. She could not find any relatives with your blood type, and you were terribly sick that year, she became stressed, overreacted, and worried like any other mother. She called me to see if I matched you, and she blurted it out, casually and scared the whole time. That was the first time I knew, and by then you were one of Shai’s best friends, and I saw you nearly every day. What was I supposed to say, or do? She asked me not to tell you, and bribed me further. I had the chance to watch you grow up, I just could not be a father figure for you.”

Fuji sat there, a bit dumbfounded. Okay, the anger was gone, now what did she do? Was she suddenly supposed to be filled with love for her biological father? Weren’t these things Hallmark moments that were supposed to play out happily, with her throwing herself in her arms and saying, “I love you Daddy!” and then everyone lived happily ever after?

Instead Fuji wanted to go and hide over at Amatsu’s apartment again.

“Mr. Taii… Da… Sir,” Fuji said, not knowing how to address the man any longer. “Why tell me now? After all of this time, why admit to me now that you are my father?”

“I want you to know you have somewhere else to go if it is so terrible at your mothers,” he explained to her. “You can come here and live with Shai and me, there’s a spare bedroom you could stay in. Shai slipped and told me you were going to try to marry Amatsu, and instead of doing that and ruining your future, if you came to live with me you could continue to go to school, then college, and then take the marriage step.”

Fuji shifted uncomfortably. “Why could you not have offered to take me in without revealing you are my father?”

Mr. Taiikuka looked taken aback. “Is it so awful?”

“Do not misunderstand me,” Fuji began. “I do not mean it is a terrible thing, but this hardly comes at a pleasant time, and it is hardly easy to swallow after almost sixteen years of living with my mother and having nothing but lies beaten into me. Can I at least think about the offer before I take it?”

“I do not want you staying with Amatsu that much longer,” and now he sounded every inch the father figure. “I do not want what happened to Shai to happen to you as well.”

“Are you saying it is so awful?” Fuji countered.

She was trapping him, and Mr. Taiikuka would not step into the trap. “I do not want you to regret your decisions,” Mr. Taiikuka went on. “I would prefer you to go through life a bit more smoothly.”

“Well, here’s a surprise for you,” Fuji said to him softly, “I’m not sleeping with Amatsu. We did it once, and have not done it since. He respects me too much and refuses to bed a child, though he did not word it that way. So I will not end up being pregnant like Shai, though what Shai is going through is a blessing, not a curse. I am going to stay there a few more days, and in those few days I will make a decision, all right?”

Fuji did not wait for an answer, she began to stand quickly. Mr. Taiikuka stood with her, unsure what to do with his hands at this time. “Fuji, I do not want to hurt you, I am trying my hardest, but I do not know what to do either.”

Fuji sighed. The man sounded so old, and he usually sounded so young and full of life. “I know,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do either, and I do better on my own.” Fuji walked out of the house, closing the door softly behind her.

Mr. Taiikuka smiled a small pleasant smile. “You girls have more in common than you thought,” he said to himself, then went back to his coffee and sulked.

~*~

“Amatsu, I’m back,” Fuji called into the apartment, trying her hardest not to call, “I’m home,” though it was what she meant. She felt more at home in Amatsu’s apartment, with Kyoei who usually walked around half naked and leaving clothes everywhere, than she did at home in the immaculately clean house.

“Fuji!” Kyoei called from the kitchen, the cap from the milk on the counter, the milk jug in his hand, no glass in sight. “I was dying without you!”

“What did you do all of this time before I came into your life?” she asked with a smile to her smug expression.

“I was dying; I just did not realize it until you filled me up with joy and food!” Kyoei laughed. “Amatsu’s in the shower right now. He thought you would be a little longer.”

Fuji nodded. “Put that in a glass,” she demanded of him, then went into Amatsu’s bedroom. She looked towards the open bathroom door and debated going in there and surprising him, but her mind kept running in circles on what Mr. Taiikuka had told her. He was right; she did not want to end up pregnant like Shai… like her sister. She wanted to go to college, and would she have that privilege if she married Amatsu.

She toyed with the ring on her finger, the beautiful engagement ring her despondent mother had yet to even notice. It gleamed off of her long fingers and was a beautiful decorative piece that she had to hide every day when she went to school. If she married him, she would wear this and a wedding band to school, everyone would know, her studies would be disrupted.

“Fuji, are you all right?” Amatsu had entered the room, only a towel around his waist, his wet hair hanging loose around his ears and cheeks. The water still glazed his body in a healthy sheen that made Fuji’s body turn to a puddle. She had to shift on the bed and cross her legs tightly to feel nothing for the sensual figure before her.

“I’m fine,” she squeaked.

Amatsu looked to her doubtfully, but he did not push her for an answer. “I was not expecting you back so soon,” he admitted. “I thought you would want to talk to… Mr. Taiikuka? a bit longer.”

Fuji shrugged and leaned back on the bed. “He told me the truth,” Fuji sighed. She went into detail and told Amatsu everything that happened. “He wants me to live with him, and I do not know if I could.”

Amatsu sat next to Fuji on the bed and put an arm gently around her waist, pulling her in. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. “You are having second thoughts on marrying me, aren’t you?” Amatsu asked her softly.
Fuji shook her head. “Not on marrying you,” Fuji admitted. “On when I should.”

Amatsu nodded, slowly releasing Fuji. He stood up and walked across the room to his closet, pulling out the outfit he would wear to the club that night. Fuji watched him silently, her eyes filling with the tears she had been fighting for weeks. “You are mad at me now,” she insisted.

“Fuji, I am mad at the situation, not you,” he told her flatly. She did not believe him.

Fuji hopped off of the bed and walked over to Amatsu, wrapping her arms around his wet, slick body and pulling his back in against her chest. “I love you,” she sad quietly. “I’m sorry that I am not what you wanted, or expected.”

“You weren’t what I asked for,” he told her. She began to pull away, stricken but knowing it was reality, but his hands on her wrists, pulling her back in began to reassure her senses. “You are better than what I could have ever imagined finding.”

“Amatsu,” Fuji whispered quietly, her fingers trailing under the hem of the towel. It had been so long since she had felt him. They had made love one time, but since they had found each other again they had found it difficult to be with each other. Their love was consuming their thoughts, and though sex was high on their minds, they wanted love to be perfect.

The towel dropped to the floor around Amatsu’s ankles. Fuji slid her hands down the front of his body and was surprised to find him hard and needing already. “I thought your mind wasn’t on sex that much,” Fuji said smugly.

“That was an assumption you put into your own head,” Amatsu said, not letting her take her fingers from the head of his cock. “I have never lied to you and said I didn’t want it, I said we shouldn’t.”

“How about now?”

“Why is it you only really want me when you are upset?”

“Are you going to deny me again?”

Amatsu only thought of it for a moment. He whirled Fuji around his body until he had her pinned between his body and the closet door. He pressed tight against her, his lips smothering hers in a passionately bruising kiss. She answered back with as much force and need, her arms reaching up around his neck, clinging to his skin.

Amatsu pressed the length of his body against Fuji’s, her fluffy breasts pressed into his chest while his hard cock pressed into her stomach. He rubbed against her, needing the feel of her body around his. So many nights he had slept beside her and tried to think of anything but slipping inside of her. He barely remembered whose idea it was now not to have sex. The whole matter seemed trivial now that he was so close to being inside of her once more.

Amatsu pulled at Fuji’s pants, nearly ripping them in his urge to pull them off of her body. He had them unbuttoned and almost completely down to her knees when she began pushing him towards the bed. They tripped over themselves, landing on the bed in a heap. Fuji kicked her pants and underwear off of her legs and let Amatsu lay on his back as she straddled his legs, ready to be on top of him. He was going to protest, he was going to tell her that it was probably going to still be a rough time and her being on top would not be best, but he wanted her badly, and he did not want her to stop.

She nipped at his nipples, her teeth grazing over them. Amatsu wrapped a hand into her hair, holding her head over his nipple, letting her continue to graze it. His other hands went over her ass, feeling the gentle curve, the sweetness of it all, going lower till his fingers were between her legs and pushing upwards, feeling the wetness she tried to deny for so long. Two of his fingers slipped inside of her and she nearly tilted her head back to moan. However Amatsu was not allowing her mouth to move from his nipples, so as she moaned it vibrated through his chest, over his heart, and down his body, the hardness that was already awakened feeling an even higher need in that moment.

He pushed his fingers inside of her, working them around, stretching her just enough so she grew used to something being driven inside of her once more. She seemed not to mind, and in fact was enjoying it. She was writhing on top of him, her sweater covered breasts arching towards Amatsu’s body. He pushed his fingers hard into her one more time before he removed them gently and let his cock do the rest of the talking.

He released her head just as he drove his cock inside of her. She sat up straight on top of him, only pushing him inside of her further, her head thrown back, the moans already deep in her throat. She trembled with him inside of her, and for a moment they both sat still, inside one another and loving every moment. The moment did not last, he wanted to move, and he slowly began moving his hips, gripping onto hers and moving her along with him. They moved together, feeling one another, and she experienced a feeling like no other. He was so deep, and at the same time it was not enough. The slow pace was maddening, and her need was driving her to do things she did not normally do, and yet here she was, taking advantage of her own boyfriend as he slowly moved inside of her.

Amatsu reached his hands further up, pushing from her hips up under her shirt, towards her breasts. He pulled her bra away from her breasts and gripped hard onto the generous mounds. He pushed them so hard he knew he was leaving marks, but they felt so great in his hands he did not care. He pushed harder up into her, listening to her cry out with pain and joy all at the same time.

He pushed deeper and deeper, driving her up and over him. She was clinging to his sides, trying to hold herself up and not go limp like her exhausted body was wishing to do. She wanted more of this than she could even imagine and she and her body was shuddering with need, and then she suddenly landed on her back and Amatsu was in the bathroom, ruining a perfect mood.

“At least you didn’t drip on bed this time,” Fuji mumbled, sitting up and feeling satisfied, while still highly unsatisfied.

“This is why we shouldn’t be doing this,” Amatsu said, washing his body of himself, and her. “You are not on the pill or anything of the like, and I never remember to buy condoms, so… as much I hate to say this, if we do not have protection, we are not having sex.”

Fuji had to admit, she agreed. Looking down, and knowing how close he had come to finishing inside of her, she realized the danger of how close they had come. Mr. Taiikuka was right, she could not afford a mess up like Shai had.

Fuji stood up and began slipping her clothes back on. She looked to the bathroom and called in to Amatsu, “I think I have made a decision!”