@tru_harmony: Yeah, Ai-chan will find love one day!!! You're welcome! It was fun. I totally had a Ishiyoshi idea this morning!! But I kinda forgot it now...
Wait....wait.....I got it! It's back!! Hopefully, it'll be my next one!!
@maverickpanda: Awww thanks! You're sweet!
After so many ppl making me like other pairings, I'm happy to see that I have the power to do it too!!
@peti-chan: I'm glad you're happy now!!
They're good as friends but as lovers....their personalities kinda clash. Hmm, you have a good point!
But like I said, I'm done!
@lollipopgirl: I guess everyone needs closure...
Aya knew something was wrong in their relationship but she was getting a little attached to Ai-chan. Which is another one of her flaws/qualities (depending on how you look at it). But now Aya is going back to Miki, maybe, so she'll be ok. As for Ai-chan, she's taking it easy! Oh and btw, my LJ is lonely!!! And I want some more sexy fics out of you!!!
@kRisZ:
This might kind of suck. I got the idea after part 2 of Better Days but didn't have time to work on it. I was pre-occupied with other things (AKA Better Days parts 3-6!) So it's not too great. Try and enjoy though!
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Hitorijime Ishikawa Rika sat in her favorite chair, the soft white one next to the window. Her manicured feet curled under her, she turned to the pane of glass, stroking it lightly. Outside, it was cloudy, the premonition of a storm. Rika’s gaze traced the cityscape, her eyes following the sharp points. The gray sky outlined the gray buildings, creating a sort of painting that reflected in her solemn amber eyes. She sighed, her breath fogging up the glass. Her thin finger traced two characters in the haze, the name of her lover. But Rika was alone again, as usual. It was nothing new, as the 23-year-old spent most nights by herself. Sometimes waiting for those footsteps and other times pushing them from her mind.
She knew it was her own fault, though. She had been warned countless times not to fall in love with that devil of a woman. But her heart couldn’t stay away from the alluring scent and taste of her lightly tanned skin, the feeling of her slim hands over her body. Every time they were together, she got this tingling sensation, this sense of worth. When their lips grazed each other, Rika shot to the moon. She felt special, despite knowing tons of other girls were made to feel that way by the same person. She cast a spell over them all, turning them into her lovesick puppies. They all wanted to be her one and only, regardless of the fact that they definitely weren’t. Somehow, somehow, her affection was enough to erase the other faces in their minds. Enough to make them forget, at least for a while.
The door creaked and Rika’s ears detected the slightest of movements. She turned to see a sweaty and exhausted looking Fujimoto Miki in the entry way, struggling to remove her shoes before collapsing on her face in the living room. Rika made no move to help the woman up. She instead got up and walked past the body to the bedroom. She went into the bathroom and cleaned up for bed. Her clothing was traded for a T-shirt and pajama pants. Climbing onto the lavender sheet-clad bed, Rika resisted glancing out the open door to see if Miki still lay there. Thoughts reverting back to her contempt, she wondered exactly how many others there were. She knew of quite a few but what about the ones that were too shy or embarrassed to confess that their hearts now resided in Miki’s arms? She didn’t even hesitate to think those sorts of girls existed in their twisted relationship. No doubt Miki was able to get in the panties of the reserved ones. Perhaps even a few of the kids had experienced some new sensations at the hands of the infamous “Groping Demon”.
Rika pulled the down comforter over her body and curled into a ball, laying on her side. Sleep came easily and soon, all that could be heard from the bedroom was soft breathing. Until, of course, Miki picked herself off the floor and settled into the bed. She moved closer and closer to the sleeping woman until they were spooning. A slender arm made its way onto Rika’s soft stomach, softly rubbing the warm skin. Rika was awake by now, but made no move to stop it from crawling up and settling on her ample chest. The hand squeezed the mound in its possession gently, earning a slight mew. The older woman wished so hard not to feel the way she did but the body never lies. The hand on her breast began a seductive massage, causing Rika to press back into the slim body behind her. Miki’s other hand, which had been dormant, snuck onto the body in front of her and slipped under the pink hem of pajama pants.
At that point, Rika wondered if Miki knew which of her flings she was with. As pressure built up within her body, she decided she really didn’t want to know. After her release, the arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. Miki pressed her lips onto Rika’s neck, lapping lightly. “I love you”, she whispered, tickling the sensitive skin. But the older girl stayed quiet, not wanting to succumb to the temptation. “Rika-chan…”, she whined, needing to hear something from those lips. “I-I love you too”, came the quivering response. Rika didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to give up her dignity, but in the end, the body doesn’t lie. A soft whimper followed the statement, barely audible. The poor girl couldn’t hold in the pain any longer and cried out. Miki held her as the sobs got louder. She had no idea why Rika was freaking out like this.
“Why the tears, babe?”, Miki asked after getting the emotional girl to face her. The look in her eyes was almost too painful to look at. There was no response, just a blank stare. “Rika, are you ok?”, she questioned, beginning to panic. What could be wrong with her? Silence enveloped them, except for the faint sobbing coming from Rika’s tired form. Taxis could be heard driving on the street outside, honking and revving their engines. The city sounds seemed to calm the distressed girl, her chest heaving less and cries slowing. Her face was flushed, sweaty and exhausted. Miki desperately wanted to avoid those eyes but something compelled her to gaze into them. “Why are you crying, Rika?”, she tried one last time.
“Ichinichi dake watashi ni anata no subete”, replied Rika, her voice quiet, “kono hitomi ni kudasai, hitorijime.”
The words stung but Miki knew that’s what they all wanted.
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