Written by: Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Wow! A whole new storyline unattached to my other short series fanfics! This story focuses on a love triangle between Haru, Kisa and Hiro. Each part is told from a specific point of view. Back to Hatsuharu. Lemon, with more sap and more angst. Comments are always welcome. Please enjoy. ^^

Part Seven - Saying Goodbye

Every freakin' part of my body aches right now.

Stupid...son...of...a...bitch!

I mean Akito, of course.

But I suppose it also applies to me.

My body finally gives up on me, causing me to fall back onto my futon. All I want to do is take two steps over to my dresser and grab my cell phone. It's not that difficult of a task, is it?

Well okay, consider the large number of bumps and bruises I've sustained from my early morning conversation with the almighty head of the Sohma house. Add to those the two cracked ribs and a handful of bruises Hiro gave me a few days ago and the large welt on my head from Hatori and I suppose I'm in no shape to crawl out of bed.

Bone weary from both mental and physical exhaustion, I close my eyes and allow myself to sink further into my bed. It's been a rough couple of days since Kisa was here. Since Hiro caught us kissing outside my room.

Damn, but I'm pissed at myself for that.

I knew it would happen sooner or later. That we'd get caught. It always happens, although we'd been doing well thus far. But I was getting far too careless lately when Kisa was around. My hands wanted to touch her, my lips wanted to taste her and my body just wanted to feel her heat.

I knew I'd have a hard time keeping our relationship temporary.

But as of today, it ends.

Actually I made that same decision yesterday. Strange how I've moved it up a day. Perhaps it's because Kisa came to see me earlier. She was on her way to the hospital to check up on Hiro. He hasn't been speaking to her, really. But he tolerates her presence and that says something about him and how he's dealing with the whole situation as he knows it.

He still loves her.

He has to. The little shit wouldn't put up with her if he didn't. I'm the last person who should be calling him names right now, but I'm sure he has a few choice ones for me, so I guess that makes us even.

When he's ready, he'll listen to her. I know it.

I'm glad he's recovering though. I usually don't get to see my dirty work as Black Haru first hand. I was quite disgusted by the number I did on my younger cousin. But at the same time, I was proud of him.

I never knew he could throw a punch like that!

Sighing, I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. This is my daily habit when I think of Kisa. Think of those golden-orange locks and those wild, amber eyes...the sway of her hips as she walks and the way my hand fits into the curve of her waist...those high mounted breasts and taut peaks that simply beg to be devoured....

ARGH! While it feels good to think about, the shot to the groin that Hiro took still brings me short. OUCH!

I was short with her when she visited today. She wanted to know if I was okay after facing Akito. I almost asked how she knew I had seen Akito, but I stopped myself. Of course she'd know! News travels like wildfire in our family.

Her face was covered in worry and concern, and I wanted to smile. But all I could manage with my bruised cheek was a smirk. All I could tell her was to go away. I feel badly for that, but my aches and pains make me cranky. Plus I could've used a sympathy fuck, but my body wasn't going to enjoy that as much as I would've liked, either.

Still, I'm happy she smiled at me.

My eyes close again, and more images of her come to mind. Lying naked beneath me and writhing under my touch. My hands knead her soft breasts. My lips explore the crevices of her neck and shoulders. I can hear her moans as plain as day, as if she were really there. My own moans pour forth as I feel her hands work on my bare skin.

Her hands?

Bare skin!

My eyes snap open to find a beautiful goddess kneeling above me. She covers her mouth with one hand as she giggles. The fit continues until she finally stops, leaning forward to place a light kiss to my lips.

"Gomen," Kisa says with a smile, breaking the kiss. "I didn't mean to wake you.

"Uh-huh," I answer with a half-smile/smirk of my own. "Don't worry about it. I've only been out for..." I check the clock beside my bed to learn that I've been asleep for.... "Over an hour." My how time flies when you're having fun.

She giggles again, lying down beside me with one hand still on my bare chest. Well the part that isn't covered with bandages, that is. "I can leave you to rest. You said we could talk later, but perhaps it should wait until tomorrow."

"We can talk now." I raise my arm a little and ease it around her in a hug. Sort of. "How did things go at the hospital?"

"All right, I guess," she replies, her smile fading slightly. "Hiro asked me how you were...after you spoke to Akito and all."

"I didn't say anything about us."

"That's what he thought. He just wanted to be sure."

I nod to myself. He IS still in love with her. Protective little punk. Gotta love him.

"He said," she paused, raising her yes to look at mine. "He said we'll talk after he comes home tomorrow. He...wasn't ready to listen today."

My other arm reaches across my chest, my hand stroking her hair. "He'll understand. He's not an idiot."

She sighs, leaning into my touch. "I hope you're right."

"Kisa...." My voice finally decides to fail me when I have something important to say. That would figure. I want to tell her that this is the end. That we can't carry on like children who just want their own way.

"Nani?" she asks, sitting up on her elbow to look down at my face.

"I...we...." I swallow hard, trying to sooth the dryness in my throat. Kami, why can't I just tell her? I open my mouth, try to force the words out, but they won't come.

Instead she leans over me and places her tender lips over mine. It's a tentative kiss, one filled with longing desire and sadness. My eyes widen in surprise. There's no doubt that she, too, realizes that this is it.

This will be our last time together.

Her lips slant further over mine, adding pressure to the kiss. Carefully she raises herself above me, my fingers undoing the buttons on her top as her fingers lightly caress my unmarred skin. Hey feel good on my skin, burning in some places while cooling in others. They linger dangerously close to a fresh bruise and I wince, breaking the kiss. She smiles at me apologetically, sitting back onto my thighs.

Slowly she removes her shirt, revealing warm creamy skin to my heated gaze. Her small hands stretch upward from her waist, massaging her breasts, kneading them together temptingly before undoing the clasp in the front of her bra. I lick my lips, my eyes held captive by those wonderfully smooth mounds of skin. In slow motion my hands reach for her, cupping those globes in my hands and causing her to moan in response.

Her hips begin a tantalizing dance in my lap and I push my hips upward slightly to add to the pressure. My cock is fully engorged and throbbing for attention. It's ungodly insane how much I want her and I'm driven to take it slowly by the fact that these will be my last moments with her.

My hands move downward from her breasts, settling just above the waistline of her jeans. With nimble fingers I undo the button and zipper, all the while grinding myself into her. Once her pants are unfastened, I grasp her hips, thrusting upward into her. She tosses her head back in ecstasy, moaning my name.

"These need to...come...OFF," I tell her, trying to push down a pair of jeans she was seemingly poured into.

She smiles, leaning forward so that the jeans slide easily past her rounded butt and down her thighs. She rolls over beside me to finish taking them off. I watch her through hooded eyes, my own erection painfully obvious through my pants. She smiles at me, tossing them somewhere in the room before resuming her previous position above me. I'm stunned, and pleased, to see that she isn't wearing underwear either.

Was that planned I wonder?

I close my eyes as she leans forward again. I expect her to kiss me, to feel those sweet lips cover mine. Instead I gasp, my body tensing in surprise, when I feel those soft lips sweep over the skin of my chest. They lightly press kisses to both my undamaged and bruised skin. I open my eyes, watching her as she works to sooth my pain. I whimper when she reaches a sensitive mark on my stomach and moan when her tongue reaches out to caress that same spot.

Her fingers work on the button of my pants as she places a kiss just below my navel. My pants come open and my aching erection springs forth. I, too, forgot to wear underwear today. I'm honestly more comfortable without it.

She sits back, settling between my legs a her fingers grasp my rigid cock. I moan as those fingers start to slide over me. Up and down they move, in a slow rhythm until I'm moaning and thrusting my hips for her to move faster. She obliges gratefully, her fists pumping up and down on my cock.

I moan even louder, crying out her name as she takes my head inside her mouth. My entire body is racked with shivers and my mind enters a haze as I lay there and enjoy the sensations she's causing. Her moans only serve to make me more aroused and my hips start to lift off the mattress, trying to push myself further into her warm mouth.

My eyes open when I no longer feel her hands and mouth on my cock. Wait, when did I close them? What is she doing now? I find her smiling face mere inches from mine, her lips claiming mine in a sweet kiss. Her hips, under the guidance of my hands, settle over my throbbing erection. Breaking the kiss, she sits up, impaling herself on me. We both moan at the contact, and I force her to be still for a moment, wanting to savor the sensation.

I let her ride me slowly, trying to savor the sensations she's causing and embellish them in my memory. I want to remember everything about this time. How her hair shines from the light of my window. How her body glows, her skin sheathed in a thin film of sweat. How those amber eyes grow darker as she nears her orgasm. How those rosy lips part on a sigh, moaning my name.

And when she comes over me, her muscles squeezing me as tight as they can, I want to remember how her body arches just so, causing me to go even deeper inside her.

Oh, sweet torture!

Unable to take anymore and my own body crying out for release, I grab her hips, thrusting once more into her before sitting up. She gasps in surprise, our lips meeting for one final kiss. Sitting up on my knees, I push her backward onto the bed. Her shoulders touch the mattress, her lower body raised off the bed so her hips can meet with mine. Her eyes flash in desire, her fingers tightly clutching the sheets beneath her.

"Onegai...Haru...!"

Holding her hips in a tight grasp, I begin thrusting into her like a piston, increasing my speed and depth the louder she cries out. I close my eyes, seat dripping from my forehead into my eyes as I push the pace even faster, my hips slamming into her. I can feel the rush of her juices on my balls as I push even harder into her. Her muscles start to grip me again, her orgasm rocking her entire body and sending shivers into mine.

I cry out her name, allowing myself my own release. White light engulfs me in its invisible flames, pulling on me, milking me dry. As the light recedes so does my energy. I feel the last of my seed spurt into her tight, hot depths when my arms give out. Eyes still closed, I fall on top of her with a grunt.

We've been lying there for nearly an hour, I realize when I open my eyes again. Kisa's smaller frame is being crushed by my larger one. I quickly move to lie beside her, my flaccid manhood slipping from her center easily. She remains unmoving, a small, contented smile on her lips. With one hand I reach out and place a few stray hairs behind her ear. Leaning over I kiss her forehead before crawling out of bed.

I'm still wearing my pants I realize, the waistline pushed just past my butt. I pull them up, redoing the zipper and button. Stretching my arms over my head I look at the clock once more. It's nearly six o'clock. Her mother will be worried if she doesn't make it home for dinner, but I suppose I can leave her sleep a little while longer. Besides, I like her naked in my bed and I want one last glimpse before I send her away.

Good god I'm really going to do this.

I didn't think I could.

I step outside for a moment, hoping the cold air will help with my increasingly heated thoughts. I could keep her here for the rest of the night, but it's best not to arouse her mother's suspicions. Enough has already been done. There's no more need for pain and sorrow.

I can feel my own tears form in my eyes, blurring my vision. But I hold them back, determined not to cry. I cried over Rin and that didn't help me. I know it wouldn't help me now.

My breath catches in the breeze and I notice just how warm it is. It's becoming spring. Pity. I wanted it to stay winter just a little longer.

This is it. The end of us.

And possibly the beginning of something new...for them.

~TO BE CONTINUED~