Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ A Single Spark ❯ One-Shot

"Ah! Shishou-san!"

He turned at the call, immediately recognizing the figure that approached, weaving through the other bodies on the busy sidewalk as she waved an arm in greeting. However, it was the other form beside her that captured his attention, sending a sudden stunning and mystifying electric spark shooting through him as soon as he laid eyes on her as if in instant recognition.

Which was ridiculous because he'd never seen her before in his life.

As she met his gaze with an inscrutable expression while she moved with confident grace, he was absolutely sure that he'd never seen her before for he could tell in a glance that she was impossible to forget so easily. Distantly, he wondered how she seemed so comfortable in the summer heat despite the way she was overly clothed for the summer heat. Her elegant willowy form was very distinctive clad in lacy black gothic dress and elbow length gloves while her long dark hair flowed and rippled around her, putting him in mind of a mysterious midnight goddess who practically exuded wicked seduction from every pore and made him want to strip her from her concealing garments and see what lay beneath.

He almost shook his head at the suggestive and fanciful imagery that gripped his mind and made him acutely uncomfortable as he tried to suppress his imagination. Clearly, he'd been reading too many of Shigure's novels.

"Tohru-san," he greeted with an amiable smile. "What a surprise! I didn't expect to see you around here."

"Me neither," she responded with a smile. "Amazing coincidence. I didn't realize we had wandered so far. Oh!" she suddenly exclaimed as she turned to the other person by her side. "This is my friend."

"I'm Hanajima Saki," she greeted with a small bow.

"Ah." He bowed politely as well. "I'm Souma Kazuma."

"I know."

He stared at her in surprise.

"At school." There was a hint of amusement in her dark gaze. "The career counseling interviews."

"We saw you in the hallway with Kyou-kun," Tohru added helpfully.

"Oh, I see," he responded with a smile as he glanced at Saki. "You must also be a classmate of Kyou's then."

"Yes. And you're his father, right?"

"Well, something like that, I guess," he replied with a light laugh. "I try my best."

She regarded him silently for a moment, searchingly, an odd light in her gaze. "Just as I thought, you're an excellent specimen."

He blinked. "Eh?"

"It's something along the lines of what I thought when I first saw you," she elaborated calmly. "Meeting you face to face, I can tell my earlier impression was correct."

He looked at her with astonishment, dimly noting that Tohru bore a similar expression on her features while Saki remained as cool and collected as ever. If this was some sort of pick up line, he'd never had it directed towards him quite like this before, nor from someone so young. Suddenly amused at her bluntness despite the strangely charged atmosphere that settled between them, he chuckled.

"Well, I suppose I should be flattered that I made a good first impression."

"I don't really think of it as flattery," she commented tranquilly. "Merely the truth."

As Kazuma considered her with a bemused expression, he noticed Tohru's gaze flickering back and forth between them with an odd look on her features that he couldn't quite decipher. He observed her curiously as a blush tinted her cheeks and she appeared suddenly happy as she turned to him with a hopeful glint in her eyes.

"Shishou-san, are you free today?" Tohru asked.

"Well, yes. I suppose I am. Why do you ask?"

"Because you know more about boys than I do."

"Perhaps so," he said with no small amount of confusion. He wondered what that had to do with him having a free day.

"Great!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in delight. "I need to be on my way to work now and I was wondering what to do. But now Shishou-san can help."

"I can?" He felt utterly lost, as if he were missing a huge chunk of the conversation. "With what?"

"Megumi-san!"

Kazuma's went completely blank.

"My little brother," Saki commented blandly.

He was still baffled. "How can I possibly help?"

"Well," explained Tohru, "I was supposed to help Hana-chan look for a present for Megumi-san's birthday, but I'm afraid I don't know much about buying gifts for boys. I haven't been much help and now I don't have any time left. I really need to be off to work though I was worried about what Hana-chan was going to do now." She smiled. "But I'm sure Shishou-san will be much more help than me in finding a present since you know a lot more about boys then I do."

"Ah, well, I…"

Before he could say anymore, Tohru was waving a hand in good-bye as she gave one last flustered glance to Saki before taking a few steps away as she began to leave.

"Thanks a lot, Shishou-san!" she called out. "See you later, Hana-chan!"

And then she was gone, leaving him and Saki behind.

Unsettled to find himself suddenly alone with the intriguing young woman…well, as alone as two people could be on a busy sidewalk with a crowd of people constantly passing them, parting around them like water around rocks embedded in a stream…he felt another electrifying thrill run through him at the inexplicable expression she bore, hinting at hidden mysteries in her dark gaze that seemed to beckon him to explore. It excited him, but it also made him nervous for he'd never reacted this way before to someone at first meeting, especially someone so beneath him in years. However, despite the awkwardness he felt, his inherent gallant nature wouldn't allow him to abandon her.

"I don't know how much help I'll be," he told her, "but I'll do what I can. That is, if you don't mind?"

A slight smile, almost secretive, curved her lips, making her even more intriguing in his eyes and sent heat prickling through his body. He did his best to cover up his startling reaction but some instinct told him that he could do little to hide anything from her knowing gaze that was fixed upon him with a penetrating intensity.

"Not at all," she responded with quiet composure.

He cleared his throat. "Well, before I can make any suggestions, can I ask what sort of things your brother likes?"

"He-"

Her response was cut off with a startled gasp as sticky green coolness suddenly hit her, rolling down her torso and smearing a visible trail over dark hair and the front of her dress, even down the length of one gloved arm. A rumpled teenaged boy wearing a blue baseball cap worn backwards was sneering as he glared at the girl he had bumped into.

"Get out of the way, freak!" he snapped. "You shouldn't be standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Now look what you did to my ice cream!" He tossed the empty cone now devoid of its scoop of mint chocolate chip aside as he roughly brushed by the blank expressioned girl. "You got what you deserved, if you ask me."

"Hey!" Kazuma cried, sternly angry, as he was about to go after to retreating figure. "Get back-"

"Please," Saki interjected serenely. "Don't bother going after him."

A refusal was on his lips when he glanced at her at stared, wondering if he was hallucinating. Were those electric sparks that he saw dancing across her skin?

A sudden cry of pain captured his attention and sent his gaze to the source. From over Saki's shoulder, he glimpsed the blue-capped boy clutching his head and hunched over in pain amidst passing onlookers that sent him strange looks. Then the teenager straightened with an abrupt jerk and looked around wildly until his eyes landed on Saki whose back was to him. Kazuma watched as intense fright widened the boy's eyes before he turned tail with a little yelp and ran away, jostling others in his apparent haste to get away.

"Was that a little too much, I wonder?"

Saki's low, musing tone brought his surprised attention back to her. "Did you have something to do with that?" A sudden recollection had him pausing. "Kyou's mentioned a denpa friend of Tohru-san's. By any chance, would that be you?" He winced at how he sounded. "Excuse me for my rudeness."

"No need to apologize. Not for the truth." She tilted her head, regarding him solemnly. "You're not bothered by it, are you?"

"Hmm, I suppose not," he replied thoughtfully. "I've been witness to other phenomenon that most people would think of as strange so I don't think I can cast stones at anyone really."

"So I don't frighten you?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," he answered truthfully. "Though it's not your denpa powers that concern me."

A pleased expression briefly flickered across her features. "Good."

"Ah," he suddenly groaned dismally as he stared at her. "I'm being so absentminded again. I should have been seeing to it that you get cleaned up instead of standing around talking."

"It's okay. I don't mind."

"No, no, no. What kind of man would I be to let a lady walk around like this without doing anything?" He gave her a questioning look. "If you don't mind, we can go to my home to take care of that mess before it dries. It's not far from here, just a short distance away."

Her lips curved. "I would very much like to visit your home."

Though he thought her phrasing of her assent was a little strange, he ignored it as he led her to the dojo. Today, there was no one around to question him about why he was bringing a strange unknown girl to his home since he'd given everyone a free day due to the heat, knowing that his students would be unlikely to be up to a lesson in this hot weather. With no classes to attend to, he had been left with extra time on his hands that he'd dealt with by going on a walk, which had led to his fateful encounter with Tohru and her friend who seemed to be taking in the surroundings of his home with a greater interest than he imagined it warranted as he led her to the kitchen.

"Here, use this," Kazuma said as he handed her a dishtowel. "You can dampen it in the sink. I'm afraid I don't know much about these sorts of things so if you need something else to keep it from staining, I don't think I'll be much help." His tone was sheepish. "But if there's anything you need besides soap and water, just let me know and I'll see what I can do."

Saki's expression was one of enigmatic amusement. "That's alright. But I believe soap and water will work just fine for now to remove the worst of it. The rest can wait until laundry day and that will take care of the rest."

"Well, that's a relief then. It would be a shame to have such a lovely outfit ruined."

She inclined her head in acknowledgement of his compliment as she went to work on getting herself cleaned, wetting the dishtowel in the kitchen sink and proceeding to first clean her hair of the sticky mess and then the rest of her, always supremely conscious of his presence next to her. As she felt some of the stickiness had slipped inside the outer edges of the gloves rimming her elbow, she slipped it off, intensely aware of his presence beside her as she had been all day since she first noticed him on the sidewalk. Though she hadn't expected things to work out quite this way, she felt that Fate must have been smiling down upon her to place her in the home on the first day they'd formally been introduced of the man who had been plaguing her thoughts for so long.

And she wasn't about to let this chance slip away.

As for Kazuma, when she began slowly peeling black lace away, baring more creamy flesh of one arm to his gaze, his awareness of what an incredibly bad idea it was to invite her to his home without the presence of others around pressed upon him as the temperature in the room seemed to spike, heating his already overly warm blood. He would have spoken and broken the charged silence that seemed to settle between him but he could find no words as his eyes latched onto a missed spot of sticky pale green clinging to the smooth flesh of her upper arm. He became entranced with that little area that seemed to call out to him with a silent cry, promising the taste of mouth-watering sweetness, begging to be licked clean to it's original state of pale pristine creaminess.

Heat pooled in his groin and, eyes still fixated on that tasty spot, a distant part of him couldn't help an internal frown over his aroused state from just staring at a patch of skin. He was no longer a randy teenager to be so affected, he was disciplined and usually better controlled than this.

What was coming over him?

A soft plop had him automatically bending to pick up the lacy glove that had slipped through her fingers and fallen to the wooden surface of the floor. He reached for it before he could think, the feel of black lace registering just moments before the soft slide of feminine flesh against his own as she mirrored his action.

A single spark.

That's all it took.

Everything changed as the world tipped on its axis and the electrifying spark he felt from the small spot where their skins were in contact seemed to spread, rushing through his body like wildfire and suffusing his entire being until he didn't think he could contain it any longer. It didn't matter, he didn't have long to even try.

Who moved first? Even she couldn't say. All Saki knew was that one moment they were looking at each other while charged electricity leapt between them and in the next, his mouth was on hers in a voracious kiss as if he were trying to suck her in by mouth. Of course, if she'd had the capacity to think more clearly, she would have realized that she was trying to do the same to him. But all else seemed so very far away and disconnected from reality as the only thing that was real to her was his mouth on hers, his tongue tangling with hers, and the warm male scent of his body filling her nostrils and her lungs. And his taste - it was thick, sweet, addicting, one of her favorite flavors. He tasted like peaches, as if he had just eaten one.

It made her want to devour him.

She vaguely realized, as their mouths worked at each other, that she'd somehow come to be clutching fistfuls of his yukata, bunching them in her restless grips as her internal voices cried out for more. One at a time, without breaking the consuming kiss and guiding her until they were standing, he peeled her hands from his yukata and tucked them around his neck, allowing him to settle more completely against her from knee to shoulder as he leaned into her, pressing her against the edge of the kitchen counter.

How could just a kiss arouse her so completely - make her feel so hot? She'd never in her wildest imaginings dreamed of such a thing. But it wasn't just a kiss. She moaned into his mouth at the way he was using his entire body, rubbing his chest against her nipples until the friction made them stand out, hard and aching, through the black lace concealing them while the bulge of his erection moved against her stomach with a slow, subtle rhythm that was nevertheless as powerful as a summer storm and called to all of her senses.

Suddenly, it wasn't enough and she distantly heard the wild, smothered sound that erupted from her throat as, acting on instinct, she tried to climb him, tried to get high enough to position that prominent bulge where she felt it would do the most good. She was burning hot, dying with the heat surging through her, half-mad from the onslaught of sexual need and frustration that be brought out in her and she wanted more.

Heeding her wants, he locked both arms around her and lifted her the few inches needed to set her on the counter. Though her head rapped against the wooden cabinets behind her, she didn't care. His tongue was in her mouth and her lace-draped legs were wrapped around his hips and that bulge was just where she wanted it at that hot, damp place between her thighs that was screaming out for him.

Then he moved in another one of those subtle, rolling thrusts and she climaxed right there in a blinding burst. Her nails sank into his back as she made a guttural sound, arching and shuddering in his arms.

Afterwards, still feeling the aftershocks that left her feeling wobbly, she sank against him, melted into him and his mouth on hers. He groaned deep within his throat and the kiss changed, became hungrier as he attacked her lips with renewed force, driven by the electrifying need she was infusing within him. She had surrendered totally, that much was obvious in the pliancy of her form molded against him, but that didn't seem to be enough for him as he sank his hand in the dark waves of her hair and pulled her head back, arching her neck and exposing the soft flesh of her throat to his voracious mouth, leaving a trail of love bites wherever they touched until they ran into the black lace collar of her dress.

Impatient with the impediment to his advances, he ran his hands up the length of her back, feeling around for the zipper by touch as he continued laving the available flesh of her neck with his busy mouth. His efforts were rewarded when his fingers came into contact with the hard tab and drew down, the metallic sound of zipper coming undone rasping through the room. He pulled back enough to draw the clinging black material down her arms only pause at the sight that met his gaze, black lace stark against pale creamy flesh.

Saki felt her blood heat at the intense look in his eyes as her flesh was revealed when the lace of her dress lay crumpled around her waist. The black lace of her strapless bra as it cupped the globes of her breasts stood out in stark contrast to her skin, highlighting its ivory paleness. Her breath caught in her throat as his bent down, gaze hungry, and captured one nipple pushing against black lace, seizing it between his lips and dampening the material with the heated wetness of his mouth. She gave a throaty moan as he suckled and tugged while he worked to unclasp her bra until even that swatch of lace fell away. She cried out sharply as the sensitive flesh burned in his mouth with no barrier to interfere with the sensual contact, every pull on tender breast sending fire streaking towards her womb as sensations mounted, yearning for him, the only one who could quench it.

Her cries heightened his desire, already at a fever pitch, and he found himself tugging at her dress with rough hands, bunching the lacy skirt of her dress in his fists and drawing up until the material was hiked up to her waist and she was bared to his touch. With less restricting cloth to get in her way, she immediately wound her legs around his hips, feverishly trying to move even closer, to meld their bodies and ease this electrical storm of need that was burning her from the inside out.

"Wait," he panted huskily.

He separated from her, unwrapping her legs from his waist despite her whimper of protest. She was opening her mouth to protest with words when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and some bit of reasoning returned to her as comprehension dawned. She helped him, lifting her hips slightly to allow him to slide them off more easily with a few brief tugs until they slid down her legs and landed in a tiny pool on the floor.

Then there was no more thinking, no more concentrating on anything else but him as he wound one arm around her hips, scooting her to the very edge of the counter and tilting her for better purchase as she coiled her legs around him. His knuckles brushed between her legs as he reached down, freeing himself from his own clothes and she caught her breath when he was bared and pressed against her, naked and hot, searching. Pleasure zinged through her, making her nerve endings sizzle with longing. She arched helplessly, hunting more, craving more, needing him.

He groaned softly under his breath and hitched her just that little bit higher to adjust her to the position he needed. She felt the head of him probing at her, smooth and hard and hot, then and almost incredible sense of burgeoning pressure as he began to invade her in one long, sliding stoke.

Then she cried out and he stiffened at the tearing resistance that ripped within her and he would have pulled out if she hadn't hooked her legs around him, holding him tight and unable to move without causing her more pain with the struggle. As she felt her resisting body ease around him, stretching, caressing the flesh already embedded within her and giving her nothing but tingling pleasure in return, desire grew with a roaring force.

"Don't stop," she whispered huskily in his ear.

He looked back at her, features uncertain despite his burning need. "Are you sure?"

Saki's fingers dug into his shoulders as she felt like sobbing with the growing force of want building inside her. How could he ask her that? Just stop like that? Barely half of him was inside of her and, as she squeezed around that fullness sunk into her, it still wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Her inner muscles clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper as they massaged his length with her quivering flesh and stripped him of his tenuous control.

"I'm sure," she replied rawly with a wiggle of her hips. "Please!"

That was all he needed, all he could take as he gave up resisting and braced himself, held her steady as with one strong thrust he pushed his entire length within her.

She heard herself cry out but the sound was distant to her ears as every fiber of her being could only focus on the thick shaft sliding back and forth within her, pounding deeper with each stroke, his rhythm hard and fast, and she climaxed. Sensation exploded within her and she jerked against him, screaming, her hips bucking and her entire body shuddering as the world spun completely away and shattered into a million pieces.

He came a second later, pulled by her internal spasms, drilling into her with an almost brutal force that jostled her hips off the counter and sent her weight sliding down and forcing him even deeper. So deep that she stiffened convulsively and climaxed again in pulsing waves that swept her up and washed her away.

Afterward, with him leaning against her, his weight pinning her into place and preventing her from sliding to the floor in a boneless heap, he panted heavily, chest heaving as he sucked in air as conscious returned to him, as well as the reality of what had just happened. Disbelief slowly worked its way into his mind as he was having a hard time coming to grips with the wildness that had overtaken him and caused him to take her - a young woman who he had just met and an innocent to boot!

His mind cringed at the realization that she was no longer quite so innocent. Feeling shamed and not knowing what to say, he finally brought himself to look into her face only to be startled at the amusement that he saw gleaming in those dark eyes that seemed to regard him knowingly. Oddly enough, it reassured him, made his chaotic emotions steady as he felt a spark of amusement at his own uncharacteristic behavior even though he knew that this event opened up a whole new arena that would have to be dealt with…as soon as he figured out how.

"Well, that was unexpected," he finally commented, breaking the quiet of the room and flushing a little in remembrance. Then his expression softened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. But I didn't think…I mean…" He regarded her curiously, a bit uncertain how to phrase his words. "I sure…pretty sure…I would have stopped if I had known you'd never done this before. But you seemed to know what you were doing."

Dark eyes sparkled with humor as she all she said in reply was, "Let's just say…that there are some subjects I'm more interested in studying than others."

~ owari ~