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Left Behind But Not Forgotten	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The day Tatsuki dreaded had finally arrived. Weeks of hiding and slipping around without the watchful eye of her parents had suddenly come to a halt. Now the rules would change dramatically. As she had promised, she arrived at the seaport, intent on welcoming them. What she did not count on were the posse of people accompanying her. Isshin had insisted on helping with the hospital van to ferry her parents back, and Tatsuki did not refuse. Of course, Karin and Yuzu as well as Ichigo had to go. Thankful for the help Tatsuki did not refuse. There was room for eight and her parents knew the Kurosaki's quite well.
“Ichigo, I don’t know if this is the BEST idea,” Tatsuki mumbled.
“Hey, Dad got me into this mess and I’m here to stand by you,” Ichigo sighed stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked next to her towards the van.
“Hurry up Ichigo! We’ll be late!” shouted Isshin.
“My parents are the only people who could keep a straight face and laugh during your father’s driving,” mumbled Tatsuki as she leapt up into the van. Ichigo swung in next to her and sat down. Both buckled their seatbelts after Ichigo slammed the door shut.
Both of them hung on for dear life after Isshin pulled the van out and into the street. Even though the wanted to cling to the seats with white knuckles, they continued their conversation. Ichigo called over the loud radio, “So you guys are okay now, but how much DO your parents know?”
Tatsuki called back, “He said he’d met my father before and had been talking to him about me. I figure it’s a good thing but still… it just makes me wonder…”
“You’d better believe it,” Ichigo mumbled.
Tatsuki's eyes widened. “But if they know just WHAT we’ve been up to this past few months… the times I’ve claimed I’m staying at a friend’s house…”
“Orihime covered for you before, right?” Ichigo said, before yelling, “Oi, Dad you trying to KILL us? What the hell?”
“Ichigo don’t be a back seat driver! Daddy’s got it UNDER CONTROL!” Isshin yelled back and turned up the radio. Yuzu laughed while Karin shoved her headphones deeper in her ears and pretended she was not there.
“Just why I’m riding with this family I don’t know,” Tatsuki whispered to Ichigo.
“Because your parents expect it, right,” Ichigo said with a shrug, clinging just as tightly to the seat as Tatsuki was.
***

While Isshin stashed the van, the small entourage gathered at the gangway for the cruise ship. Tatsuki’s eyes widened seeing more of her friends gathered. Orihime herself waved, standing near Chad. What didn’t surprise her was that Ryuuken was not there. After all, he was on shift at the hospital. However, his son?
“What are THEY doing here?” Tatsuki whispered to Ichigo who also rubbed his neck and glared at the group in annoyance.
“That’s what I wanna know,” Ichigo mumbled back. “Oi, you guys? Is this a party? What the hell?”
“Kurosaki kun! Tatsuki chan! We wanted to say hello to your parents!” Orihime laughed as they arrived. She ignored Ichigo’s sour face and rushed over to give Tatsuki a hug.
“Well it’s great but it’s a bit… unexpected. I mean I’m used to people NOT telling me things but…” She mumbled.
“Why shouldn’t we be here?” Orihime asked. “I mean your parents think all those times I had you over at my house and all.”
“Chad,” Ichigo greeted with a nod.
His best friend bobbed his head, noticing Karin tagging along behind Ichigo and Tatsuki. He grunted, "Ichigo." As he leant into Tatsuki Chad added, "We thought the more people here, the better. More of a distraction."

“How many people know about me and Ryuuken san?” mumbled Tatsuki.
“Well…” Orihime murmured twisting her hair around her finger.
“Forget it. Thanks guys,” Tatsuki mumbled, looking at all of them exchanging glances.
Ichigo scrunched his brow and rolled his eyes. He shrugged. “Whatever. Just go with it Tatsuki. Eventually, they’ll know. Who needs email with Keigo around?"
***

Nearby Orihime stood, intent on helping her friend through this no matter what. Even Ichigo stood there tapping his foot intent on disowning his father rushing with his nose pressed to the glass at the ships pulling into port. Next to him, Yuzu adopted an identical pose to her father. Chad stood with Karin quietly sharing earphones for an IPOD.
She guessed by now everyone knew of Tatsuki’s relationship as well as Uryuu and Orihime’s in the form of a silent secret passed about. Orihime had mustered her friends together and insisted on ‘being there’ for Tatsuki. Despite a reluctant Uryuu, they had committed themselves to selling the idea to Tatsuki’s parents.
It was unwelcome, and irritating as hell, but she loved them for it.
“I don’t know how in the hell you’re going to sell this or make it easier,” Tatsuki mumbled to Orihime.
“Distraction,” she whispered. “They’ll all be so focused on us turning out to meet them that when they DO have dinner with Ishida san and you, they’ll be in a good mind frame.”
Tatsuki cocked her head to the side. “I guess I SEE the logic in that but…” she mumbled.
Orihime twisted a lock of hair around her finger, asking, “Uryuu kun said that you were fixing them dinner. Are you sure you still don’t need my help?”
The nearly empty paper cup echoed with the sound of Tatsuki slurping on its straw. “It’s okay. Ryuuken san is stopping by early to help me out to cook it."
“ Tonight? I thought it was the day after or two days after?” asked Orihime, her eyes wide with surprise. “And wouldn’t your parents be a bit confused about him dropping by?”
Tatsuki hurled her cup into the nearest trashcan with a thud. “That was Ryuuken san’s suggestion. That I make a big dinner for them and invite him, Ishida, you, and the Kurosaki’s. Didn’t you know?”
“I guess I got the days mixed up,” laughed Orihime pressing her index fingers together. “I was so busy calling people to come meet them that I forgot…”
“Orihime,” sighed Tatsuki rubbing her friend’s head. Clutching the large bouquet of ‘welcome back’ flowers, she turned to see the ship drifting closer to the dock.
“There it is!” called Isshin, waving. “Kids, you gotta see this.”
Karin leaned against Chad, bored. “Dad it’s not like we haven’t seen a cruise ship dock before, sheesh."
“We’re here to support the Arisawa sans honey, and welcome them home from their long voyage!” Isshin protested, pouting. “So if you don’t mind put on a smile…”
“You do the smiling you old goat,” mumbled Karin as she plucked the headphone out of her ear and handed it back to Chad. He peeked out at her from under the curls of brown hair.
A flood of people filed down the gangplank. Tatsuki craned her neck to see her parents somewhere near the middle of the column of people disembarking. Wearing a green baseball cap that said Aloha on it, Mr. Jiro Arisawa clutched a string bag of various souvenirs and his wife’s hand in the other. Mrs. Eri Arisawa sported a knee length sundress and strappy sandals. Her hair was shoulder length and pinned back with stylish barrettes underneath the broad brimmed sunhat she wore. Fresh from vacation and good vibes she clung to a hold all with the cruise line’s name emblazoned on it. Slung over her shoulder was a large purse.
“Looks like they both got a tan,” Tatsuki mumbled, with a chuckle. Seeing her, they waved, and Tatsuki blushed deeply.
“Tatsuki chan!” they both called as they saw the entourage.
“Welcome home, Mom, dad!” called Tatsuki.
“A heartfelt welcome home!” Isshin cried as he shot out and held his arms wide. “From your second glorious honeymoon!”
“Kurosaki you old goofball,” laughed Jiro Arisawa as he grinned and bowed. Both patted each other on the shoulders.
“Well this is quite a party,” laughed Eri Arisawa, glancing about at the large welcoming party. Despite her expression, the gleam dulled a bit. Seeing Orihime and Ichigo there, she wandered over to her daughter after bowing to Isshin and accepting a kiss to the cheek.
“We brought the whole gang,” Tatsuki said hugging her mother. Orihime embraced her as well.
“How are you two young ladies doing? I understand you spent quite a lot of good time together. I do hope you’ve eaten well,” said Eri Arisawa grinning at Orihime.
“It’s been great,” Tatsuki blurted out. Certain the pink flush spreading over her cheeks would have betrayed her if Orihime had not helped her pick a shade of blush and foundation.
“Arisawa san nice trip,” said Ichigo, bowing to Tatsuki’s mother.
“Ichigo kun, you’ve shot up an inch again?” Eri teased smiling at him. “Yuzu kun you’ve been feeding them all well.”
“Lots of yummy food!” Yuzu nodded.
“What a lovely surprise having all you here to meet us,” said Jiro, still grinning. Flowers were pushed towards them with many offers to help carry bags. Tatsuki relaxed a bit as her welcoming committee exchanged words and greetings in a flurry towards the way to the van.
“The clinic wasn’t the same without your bright shining face delivering our packages,” Isshin sighed wistfully as he grinned at Jiro Arisawa.
“I know. It took two weeks to get the routine out of my dreams,” Jiao teased, cocking his head towards Isshin. The clinic doctor grinned back digging him in the ribs.
“Honey,” sighed his wife, shaking her head in the same way Tatsuki did. Her brown eyes glanced over her daughter, noticing the dress Tatsuki was wearing. If a person who had never met Tatsuki’s parents were to observe her now alongside them they would notice the fusion of their features reflected in their daughter’s countenance. The dark eyes and shape were partly from her mother’s side, yet her cheekbones and lip shape closely favored her father.
Unfolding her hands from the uncomfortable and un-Tatsuki pose she had adopted, she mumbled, “It’s new. You always nagged I didn’t wear enough dresses so I thought it was a good way to say hello and welcome back.”
“Such a lovely print too,” said her mother, giving her a fond hug. “My little girl is growing up so fast! Looking just like a lovely young lady.”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Tatsuki nodded. “I guess dresses aren’t so bad after all on a hot day like this. But still I’m not going to wear them ALL the time.”
“Orihime chan, did you take her shopping?” asked Eri leaning over to whisper to Orihime.
“Well, a little bit, but it was mainly thanks to our good friend Mahana and Chizuro,” said Orihime brightly.
Reaching up Eri brushed her daughter’s hair from her neck. “And such cute barrettes. You’re blooming dear. I almost didn’t recognize you Tatsuki chan.”
“Figured it didn’t hurt to change a bit,” Tatsuki said with a nervous chuckle. She did feel self-conscious wearing the skirt. The only time she wore a skirt was with the uniform so her mother seeing her in the casual skirt with a button up blouse was a surprise.
Bending her head closer to her daughter, Eri queried, “What’s this about inviting us to dinner? Is there some grand occasion?”
“Welcoming you back is good enough isn’t it? Besides, I wanted to cook you two dinners anyhow. I’ve invited friends so…” she trailed off.

Despite the slight frown creasing her mother’s face, Tatsuki saw her mother then put on a smile. “You are right dear. I would enjoy seeing you cook a bit more. If you need help…”
“Mom, I don’t,” she sighed and said. “That’s the whole point…”
Thankfully, the entourage had reached the front doors. Hissing open, they allowed the masses of passengers disembarking to spread out. Isshin announced, “Stay here. I’ll get the van!”
“Thanks Kurosaki san but…” Tatsuki trailed off. Ichigo and Chad dragged the luggage behind them on a cart while the others moved out in the rapid slash of wind whistling down. Laughter bubbled into Ichigo’s ears from the group of people pushing past them. Ichigo could swear it sounded familiar, causing his heart to leap.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ichigo glimpsed purple hair tied back by a red ribbon. Brown coat, short skirt, and amber eyes for just a split second. Inside his chest, his heart skipped several beats accompanied by rasping breath. His feet refused to move freezing him in place. Noticing his friend stopping dead Chad said, “Ichigo… are you all right?”
“Ichigo, hurry it up!” Tatsuki shouted over her shoulder, breaking Ichigo out of his trance.
A frown crept over Ichigo’s face as he yelled, “Yeah yeah! Give me a break okay?”
“Tatsuki, it’s not polite to shout,” Eri scolded gently, tugging her daughter’s arm.
“Well it is pretty windy,” commented Jiro, swiveling his head to look at his wife. She pressed her lips together avoiding rolling her eyes except for the slightest bit.
Tires squealed close to the entourage, startling most of them except for Tatsuki and Ichigo. Both friends exchanged mutual looks of irritation. Typical Isshin, who poked his head out the window and merrily declared, “The Kurosaki mobile is here! Hurry up everybody! We can just beat the afternoon traffic if we leave now!”
“Ugh… I am NOT related to this man,” Ichigo muttered under his breath. Tatsuki shared the mutual embarrassment when her father eagerly waved.
“That’s my buddy, Isshin! C’mon everyone! Let’s look sharp! We need to get there on time! We’ve got a slide show to see!” he urged, grabbing Tatsuki and Eri's hands to tug them forwards.
Ichigo and Chad grabbed the luggage and started transferring it to the back of the van while Karin opened the sliding door. Soon everyone piled in and found a comfortable seat. Tatsuki found herself squeezed alongside her parents in the first row of seats. In the second Ichigo squeezed in next to Chad and Karin. Everyone was thankful for the music blaring over the van’s stereo once Isshin lurched the van out into the fast lane headed towards the highway. Tatsuki gripped the back of the seat before her and closed her eyes tightly praying the trip would be brief.
**

Amidst wrong turns and a few hours of stop and go traffic they arrived intact with their lives in front of the Arisawa home. Tatsuki insisted on helping Ichigo and Chad schlep the bags mainly because she did not want to kick Isshin’s teeth in. Jiro and Eri Arisawa happened to glance around their home, various looks of surprise on their face.
Drawing her finger over the hall table and seeing no dust, Eri said, "I'm impressed young lady. Not a grain of dust."
“It looks very neat,” Jiro Arisawa commented. “Are you sure you didn't have any wild parties while we were gone?”
“Dad!” Tatsuki snapped.
“Our daughter would never be as silly as to leave any evidence nor would she do such a thing dear,” sighed Eri Arisawa. She nodded in satisfaction while Tatsuki and Orihime helped everyone off with their coats.
“Don’t worry about dinner,” Tatsuki announced. “I’ve made plans for that.”
“We could just all go out for…” Jiro Arisawa began but Isshin grabbed the deliveryman's shoulders giving them a shake.
“Hey, don’t worry about it! Not with my lovely daughter and yours all prepared to cook up a storm!” laughed Isshin clapping them both on the backs.
Quickly Tatsuki bobbed her head like one of those silly dolls that Isshin had on his dashboard. She said, “That’s right! Sit down, relax and leave it to Yuzu and me…”
“I’ll help!” Orihime chirped, dark lashed eyes closing in coordination with her smile.
“Great. Why don’t you help me get drinks for everyone first,” Tatsuki quickly urged her friend. Ichigo got up and moved to the kitchen with Yuzu.
“I’ll help,” he offered, walking in that perpetual Ichigo pose with slightly slumped shoulders.
"Young man, don't slouch," Eri nagged Ichigo, giving him a slight tap in the small of his back.
"Oi!" Ichigo yelped, rushing off to the kitchen.
“Great. I’ll get the projector set up,” Jiro Arisawa announced.
“I’ll help,” said Isshin cheerfully.
“Terrific,” mumbled Karin sighing and Chad patted her back sympathetically.

***

Through the doors of the kitchen Yuzu, Ichigo, Orihime, and Tatsuki moved. Every inch of the place shimmered and gleamed rife with the pine scent of cleaner. Ichigo wrinkled his nose. “Oi… who invited the floor cleaning genie?”
“You’ve got me to blame for that, Kurosaki kun!” said Orihime brightly.
A knock at the front door almost frazzled Tatsuki’s nerves, but Ichigo held her shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’re here with you okay?”
“Thank you,” she said as she rushed out.
“We’ll start in here!” called Orihime.
“Just drinks Orihime!” called Tatsuki rushing out. Midway through tying an apron around her waist, she burst out of the kitchen past her father.
“I’ll get it!” she shouted.
“No need, I’ve got it,” Chad said helpfully opening the door.
Tatsuki’s nerves were almost shot when she noticed the two men standing there with various bags and containers in their arms. Out from the living room Jiro called, “Who is it?”
“Ryuuken san… Uryuu kun,” Tatsuki breathed. “Hi.”
“I’ll get that for you,” Chad said reaching out to take the bags from Uryuu. Tatsuki helped them with her coats. Orihime moved past holding a tray of iced tea and quickly returned.
“Uryuu kun!” she giggled moving to hug him.
“Orihime san…” he said as he pulled her into a far chaster embrace than he would because of the people nearby.
Eri moved over as she saw the Ishidas entering and smiled. “Ishida san! And you’ve brought your handsome young son…”
“Good evening, Arisawa san,” Ryuuken said politely as he bowed. Already Orihime held Uryuu’s hand tightly grinning while Ichigo and Chad moved the food to the kitchen.
“Nice to have you here, Doc,” said Jiro Arisawa grinning broadly at him.
“And your famous casserole I smell?” Eri Arisawa asked with a slight upturn of her lip hinting at a smile.
“Indeed. I apologize for the intrusion,” he said bowing to her as well.
“Why don’t you join us?” Tatsuki asked her heart pounding. The faint tingle of Quincy reiatsu caressed her skin like a butterfly and she knew Ryuuken had let just enough slip by his normally tightfisted control. In order to embrace her and reassure her though he dared not show her public displays of affection. Such intimacy without physical contact caused shivers of desire to creep down Tatsuki's spine.
“Allow me to assist you in the kitchen,” Ryuuken said. “I want to make certain dinner is perfect…”
“But you are a guest you know,” laughed Jiro Arisawa. “Let the w…”
Tatsuki growled and blurted out, "Dad, don't you DARE!"
“Dear, don’t you have a slide show to start?” Eri Arisawa cut in and steered him away.
“Orihime, why don’t’ you sit with your boyfriend and leave everything to me and Yuzu,” said Tatsuki as Orihime looked conflicted.
“If you’re sure,” she said then grinned when she saw Ryuuken hold a finger to his lips.
“It’s your welcome home dinner,” said Tatsuki to her parents. She quickly rushed to the kitchen, followed by Ryuuken. Various concoctions bubbled on the stove to which Yuzu was stirring.
“Allow me to take over,” Ryuuken said as he tied an apron around his waist after handing Tatsuki his jacket to hang up.
“Ryuuken Jiisan, I haven’t seen you help fix dinner in ages,” Yuzu said excitedly. “I don’t mind…”
“You cook for your family all the time, let us serve you,’ Tatsuki insisted.
Yuzu held up her hands, protesting, “But I’m fine…”
Tatsuki pleaded, something she did not normally do, “Please… just while he gets his casserole in?” she asked.
Understanding crept across Yuzu’s face. “I’ll check on you later, but I’ll need to check the soup!” she insisted.
Once she was gone, Tatsuki leaned against the wall, breathing deeply. Ryuuken put his casserole in the oven and then turned to her with a slight smile on his lips. He strode over to her and rested a hand on her shoulder. “I see your parents arrived safely.”
“Uh huh. Isshin san’s being a goofball, and my father’s going to bore them with the slide show… we had a hell of a time with that traffic jam…”
“Not to worry,” Ryuuken murmured as she looked up at him. Stepping close she suddenly leaned against him. His arms slid around her. Turning her around he tightened his embrace.
“The… uh… the dumplings…” she said as she wriggled out of his arms.
“Are sufficiently fine,” he informed her reaching over to reposition them with a set of large cooking chopsticks. He then grasped some spicing and tapped the container to add a bit over the large soup pot burbling away.
Tatsuki then moved over to the fridge and looked in, noticing a covered glass bowl containing red and pink gelatin and pudding. “You brought dessert too?” she asked as she checked its firmness.
“Simple recipe. Hardly anything worth fussing over,” he said as he prodded and turned the meat over in the large stir-fry wok. He then added some chopped peppers and broccoli with a smidgen of cooking oil. Tatsuki lifted the lid on the rice cooker and tested its texture with a paddle.
“Don’t tell me you’re the one who taught Uryuu to make that killer chicken,” Tatsuki realized, recognizing the ease that Ryuuken handled the wok and spatula he used to turn over the meat.
“He adds too much oil. The natural water in the meat and its fat provide enough to grill itself,” he commented. Tatsuki slid arms around him from behind and he turned to give her another soft kiss. As she leaned up, Tatsuki found that wearing the higher heeled shoes she was more able to reach him. His silver hair hung down a bit on the sides of his face as he angled his head down to press a soft kiss to her lips.
“Mmm…” she mumbled.
“Hmmmn…” Ryuuken rumbled back through the kiss.
Tatsuki’s hand curled around his neck, pulling his face down a bit more. Slipping her tongue along the furrow of his lips, she coaxed him with little difficulty to open his mouth and let her gain access. Instantly the taste of breath mints tingled her tongue along with the bitterness of tobacco and coffee. Her nostrils filled with the mingled scent of aftershave and the present smoker’s smell that she grew accustomed to. Ryuuken took his time returning her kiss, sliding his hand down her back to rub it with one hand. His other curled around her shoulders.
Tatsuki felt him stiffen and pull away, but his arms still wrapped around her. She looked up at his eyes darting to the side towards Yuzu who pressed a hand over her mouth. An amused smile came over her face and she let out a low squeal. “Tou san was right… you ARE sweethearts…”
“I trust you can keep this to yourself?” Tatsuki asked her coughing.
“It’s okay. I think it’s sweet to see two people stealing a kiss in a kitchen,” Yuzu giggled and moved out closing the door. Tatsuki put a hand to her head and groaned.
“Yes, Isshin’s daughters both are well aware of our relationship,” he informed her, noticing Tatsuki’s cheeks glowing a deep shade of pink. All set to gripe she then noticed Ryuuken tensing in her arms. Instead of releasing her, he held her more closely so their bodies pressed together, both wearing aprons.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, blushing as she felt every inch of his hard muscular front and something else at the level of her abdomen. Evidence of his self-control even though it only hardened slightly.
“Unfamiliar reiatsu,” he frowned.
Cheek pressed to his chest Tatsuki asked, “Should we…”
“Let the shinigami handle it,” said Ryuuken quietly. “There are a few coming nearer.”
“If you say so,” Tatsuki murmured. Thinking about Ichigo she continued to relax in his embrace.
“Tatsuki, you know my stance on this,” Ryuuken said with a labored sigh.
“Still,” she muttered, pulling apart from him. “I don’t exactly have to like it.”
“Where are you off to?” he asked as she pulled off her apron and hung it up.
“I want to change out of this stupid dress, that’s what,” Tatsuki murmured, glaring down at it. “You can come with me if you like…”
Quirking a silver brow at the strangeness of the situation Ryuuken removed his apron and hung it up on the hook next to hers. They clasped hands then exited the kitchen just as Yuzu slipped back in with a hint of a smile on her face.
***

Up the stairs she led him, feeling nervous jitters crawling through her stomach. Even though she had brought many friends here few of them were ever male, except maybe Ichigo. Ryuuken’s slippered feet trod after hers on plush carpets stopping before a closed door. Tatsuki opened it and stepped inside, waiting as he stood there with his other hand stuffed into his pocket.
“You CAN come in you know,” she murmured.
He coughed a bit, slipping up his glasses and peered into the generously sized room. Not a hint or frill of anything girly met his gaze, not surprising him. Soft powder blue walls were decorated with posters set in frames varying from a few martial artists to music idols. The only concession to lace were the slightly ruffled pale sea green curtains drawn back to reveal miniblinds.
Two shelves above a desk held multiple trophies and ribbons, proudly on display. Beneath it the desk was piled with stacks of books and a desktop computer with an older style monitor. The maroon swivel chair was pushed in. Plastic crates and metal shelves held a variety of books and magazines collected in plastic hot pink caddies and bins.
Only a moment he hesitated stepping through the door and into her own small part of the world. Instead of sitting on the bed he pulled out the desk chair and sat on it, resting his hands on the desk as she slid open the closet and started shifting the hangers laden with clothes. HE only saw the skirts for high school but the rest were all slacks neatly hung over hangers and plastic bins with folded clothing stored in the center of the closet. Plastic figurines of horses were assembled on another high shelf, along with a large set of soft pillows piled on the floor amidst an assortment of stuffed animals. He saw a room in transition from teen hood to adulthood and a strange sense overcame him.
A full bed sat pushed against the far wall, decorated with a sea green comforter. A dresser with a vanity mirror was painted in a muted brown.

“I’ll just be a minute,” she said, amused at him stiffly sitting and perusing the books that sat on the desk. She guessed another reality of the situation was fast settling in, but his stoic exterior was hiding it for the time being. His eyes diverted to the pictures by her bedside table that he picked up. In a porcelain frame he beheld Orihime and Tatsuki wearing middle school outfits and posing for a picture as they leaned against a wall. More personal pictures showed Tatsuki in a cast holding a Val tudo trophy in her other hand.
“Second place last year, first place this year,” Ryuuken murmured, noticing the certificates on the wall. Another showed her certification to teach as a karate instructor.
As he flipped through a chemistry textbook he peered back out of the corner of his eye at the dress pooled around her feet. She smirked in amusement reaching for a shirt and slipped it on, not needing to change the white lace bra he glimpsed the back of, along with a pair of pink and green diagonal striped panties. Bending over she grabbed the dress to see him reaching in and holding out a hanger to her. He’d moved so quietly that she hadn’t even felt him rise from the chair. Amused she hung up the garment and picked one of her colorful shirts with a butterfly on the front and horizontal striping across the chest and hips. Both hands stuffed in his pockets he watched her slip on the shirt and steadied her with one hand stepping into a pair of blujeans slightly bleached up the front.
“You know you CAN sit on the bed,” she said with a playful chuckle, gently backing him up so he sat down on it.
“Humph,” Ryuuken grunted, still neutral faced and guarded, clearly outside of his comfort zone but his brown eyes gleamed with amusement. Plunking down next to him she then turned and slipped her hands into his silver hair. He found himself leaning back fully clothed over the comforter getting a view of the ceiling where multiple glow-in-the-dark stars were pasted.
Tatsuki straddled his lap, brushing a soft kiss to his lips. Then she whispered in his ear, “I locked the door.”
“You deliberately know that your parents are downstairs and insist on playing such games,” he murmured, frowning at her.
“Aren’t you playing games too?” she asked. This earned her another annoyed glance but his hand tightening on her waist told her the opposite was the case.
Her hands on his belt caused his breath to hitch. Ryuuken lay back on the bed, Tatsuki’s amused face bobbing into his as she slid her hand down his front. His fingers slipped into her dark hair, undoing the barrettes and feeling the soft spiky texture.
“I prefer it short,” Ryuuken murmured as he glanced down at her.
“Good because I’m getting it cut this week,” Tatsuki informed him, slowly unfastening his belt as she knelt on the bed. “Now just relax.”
“There is hardly a need for this. Considering the circumstances…” he began to protest.
“Just shut up and relax all right? If you and I can play in your office or your own apartment, we can play in my room?” Tatsuki cut him off.

Grasping the sides of his pants she tugged them down enough to reveal his pale muscular legs. He felt the soft texture of the comforter on his backside.
He tugged her so she lay alongside him on the bed, facing one another. She bent down and he felt cold air surging against his warmest parts. Then immersion in a soft place that made his eyes flutter shut in bliss and wrestled a moan from his throat. Completely silent he inhaled deep gulps of air and shivered with sheer pleasure at the unpracticed attempts Tatsuki was making down below. By her hair he tugged and murmured, “Stop a moment.”
Her eyebrows wrinkled in frustration. “Why? Don’t you like…”
Strong hands then reached over and repositioned her the other way around. Shivering she watched him unfasten her pants and slide them down enough so he could slip his hand between her legs. He then murmured, “Continue.”
Now it was Tatsuki’s turn to gasp and pant while she resumed what she was doing before. Ten minutes passed like the better part of an hour through a shuddering rush of sheer white hot pleasure for both of them. When she had caught her breath he maneuvered her so he could claim her lips in a quiet but satisfied kiss.
Bitterness slid over both their tongues. They parted for breath giving him the chance to shimmy back into his pants and put himself back together. She felt him pulling up her jeans and refastening them for her. Against his shirt she rested her cheek to listen to his heartbeat slowing to a steadier pace.
“You’re the first person I’ve dared do that with up here,” Tatsuki confessed, relishing the way his hands traced over her scalp.
“Indeed,” Ryuuken acknowledged with the slightest turn of his lips upwards and a healthy flush across his face that matched hers at the moment. For a second he remembered his own room at home at a stage in his life that once seemed far away but was now very fresh in his mind.
The call from downstairs jolted them both, “Tatsuki san! Why don’t you show Ryuuken san around the house? Tatsuki chan?”
“Mom,” she groaned, sitting upright. Ryuuken quickly rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. He opened the door and tugged her out after him.
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Left Behind But Not Forgotten