Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Requiem of Summer ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Water boiled in a middle-sized pot as udon noodles were added. Natsumi stirred the noodles with a wooden spoon to avoid them sticking to the bottom. Ryo sat at the kitchen table, watching her as she maneuvered to and from the stove. It was the first time he was invited over to her house since she started dating him last month.

When he first entered the house, the strong scent of lilac hit his nostrils. The walls were covered in paintings, and there was no sign of any family portraits. It was weird being that when he went to Kento’s, portraits were the only thing on the walls. He also realized that no one was home that day. Natsumi led him immediately to the kitchen where she insisted on making him lunch.

“Say, Natsumi,” Ryo said as he looked around the room. The walls were cream-colored with oak cabinets attached to them. A painting of a tall mountain that was surrounded by evergreens was hanging on the wall by the kitchen table. “Why does the house smell of lilac?” It wasn’t just the hallway; it was the kitchen, too, minus the smell of the cooking noodles.

“My mother loved lilacs,” Natsumi answered as she added seasonings to the pot. “After she passed, my father made sure the whole house smelled of her favorite flower. If you don’t like it, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not that,” Ryo said with a shake of his head. “I was just curious.” He looked down at his hands that were folded on the table. He felt guilty about asking her the question that resulted in mentioning her deceased mother.

“Oh, good,” Natsumi said with relief. She walked over to the polished wooden table with two glasses of water. She placed a glass in front of Ryo and smiled at him. “I wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t like the scent.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “I’m sorry about bringing up your mother.”

“It’s not a problem,” Natsumi said softly. “I was really young when she died. I don’t really remember a whole lot about her.” She sat down across from Ryo, taking a sip of her water. “How’s the house coming along? Is your room all set?”

Ryo nodded his head. “Yeah. I didn’t have a whole lot to begin with. I used to live in a cabin in the woods before moving with everyone.”

“A cabin? Where’s your parents?” Natsumi asked, astonished.

“Well, my mother passed when I was really little, too,” Ryo explained. “My father is a wildlife photographer, so he’s always away on long assignments. I don’t really get to see him, but he does support me financially.”

“I see,” she said. “I guess we have more in common than we thought.”

Ryo smiled at her as she got back up and headed toward the stove. “Say, what does your father do? He’s never really around, is he?”

Natsumi stopped in front of the stove and stood there in silence. Boiling water splashed out of the pot and onto the stove, making a sizzling noise. The noise snapped Natsumi out of her stupor as she took the wooden spoon and stirred the water, scrapping some of the wheat noodles that were stuck at the bottom. Anxiety was slowly creeping up on her as she watched the noodles spin in a circle.

“Natsumi?” Ryo asked with concern. He leaned over to the side to get a better look at what was happening. Did he say something wrong, again?

“I-I’m fine,” Natsumi said in a nervous tone. “My father… is a management consultant. That’s why he is always on trips to different places.”

“I see,” Ryo said, curiosity pecking at his brain. “You also live with your uncle?”

“Y-yes. My Uncle Tim lives with us,” Natsumi said. Her nerves were wracking inside her body with all the questions she was being asked. “My uncle works for a security company. He works on the cameras.”

“That’s fascinating,” Ryo said. “I didn’t know your family was so cool.”

“Yes, they’re cool,” Natsumi said as she added more seasonings with a shaky hand. “Let’s stop talking about my family, okay?”

“Oh, sure,” Ryo said, feeling guilty once more. “I’m sorry that I asked you so many questions. I feel horrible.”

“Don’t,” Natsumi said as she poured the noodles into two medium-sized ceramic white bowls. She walked over and placed the noodle bowl in front of Ryo. “Eat up.” Ryo looked down and saw a bowl of just noodles swimming in broth. “It’s kake udon.”

“I realize that,” Ryo said as he took a spoonful of the hot broth and placed it in his mouth. His eyes opened wide as his palate was bombarded with a salty taste. It was almost like she took a container of salt and dumped the whole content into the pot. He forced the food down his throat and immediately took a drink of water, satisfying his thirst.

“Is something the matter?” Natsumi asked as she watched him chug the whole glass in one sitting.

“No. It’s good,” Ryo said with a small smile, almost choking.

“I don’t believe you,” Natsumi said, her eyes narrowing at the man in front of her. “I saw the way you reacted. What’s wrong with the food?”

“Okay, fine. It’s a little on the salty side,” Ryo admitted.

Natsumi eyed Ryo as she took a spoonful of noodles into her mouth. She immediately took the utensil out and placed it back in the bowl. She made a face as she took a drink of water. “I guess it is,” she said as she moved the bowl away from her. “I’m sorry, Ryo. I guess I wasn’t really paying attention when I was adding the seasonings.”

A chuckle erupted from Ryo’s throat as he smiled at his girlfriend. “It’s okay. Why don’t we go out to eat instead?”

“Are you sure? I can make us sandwiches,” Natsumi suggested as her cheeks turned pink. “I can make those without screwing up.”

“If that’s what you want,” he said. “I would love a sandwich. If you have pickles, that would be icing on top of the cake.”

“Yes, we have pickles,” she giggled. She got up from her seat and removed the bowls from the table, dumping the contents into the trash.

A pair of determined blue eyes studied the open book in front of him. A single sweat drop ran down the center of Kento’s face as he tapped his pencil against the table. He let out a frustrated groan as he slammed his pencil down, messing up his dark-blue hair with his hands.

“What’s with all the noise?” Hana asked as she walked into the living room. She found Kento slumped on the couch as if in defeat.

“I’m studying to become a chef. Why do I need to take these classes?” he asked, exasperated. “It doesn’t make any sense, man!”

Hana leaned over the table that was flooded with papers and an open textbook. “Algebra?”

“Advanced algebra. I’m pretty sure the Devil himself invented it,” Kento said.

The dark-haired woman giggled and sat down on the couch next to her stressed friend. “I can help you.”

Kento leaned forward as Hana explained the equation that was on one of the pages in the open textbook. His eyes moved from the dark-haired woman sitting next to him to the notebook filled with numbers and letters. After the first month of having Cye back to normal and Hana getting her boyfriend back, he was having trouble adjusting to everything. Every time he saw her, his heart ached. Some days he tried to avoid her, but he soon found out that it was of no use.

As the months went by, it became easier for him to be in her company. He started to care for her more like a sister figure than a friend. His eyes traveled down to the silver bangle that hung freely from her wrist. It was something he got her last Christmas after the chaos that had happened. A small smile crossed his lips as he brought his attention back to his homework.

“Are you paying attention to what I’m saying?” Hana asked as she eyed the man next to her.

“Y-yeah,” Kento said as he rubbed the back of his head. “It’s like a foreign language to me.”

“Would you like me to go over it again?” Hana asked, her eyes not leaving his.

The black watch around Kento’s wrist beeped once, gaining the man’s attention. Kento looked at the time and stood up from his seat on the couch. “Maybe later. I have to get going to the restaurant. You working tonight?”

Hana shook her head. “I have the night off. Tomorrow I’ll be in.”

“All right,” Kento said as he stretched his arms over his head. “I’ll see ya tonight.”

“Have fun,” Hana said as she, too, got up from her spot. “Dinner will be here for you when you return.”

“Yes! I can’t wait,” Kento grinned and exited the room.

The sound of the front door shutting could be heard as Cye made his way into the living space.

“What was going on here?” he asked as he looked at the mess that was on top of the wooden coffee table.

“Kento was doing homework,” Hana replied. “I was trying to help him, but his focus was elsewhere.” She covered her mouth as she tried to suppress a giggle.

“Not surprised. His attention span is worse than a five-year-old,” Cye said with a shake of his head. “I guess we should leave everything the way it is.”

“It would be best,” Hana said. “We wouldn’t want to mix up anything.”

Cye smiled at his girlfriend. “The stew is simmering on the stove.”

“I let Kento know that there’ll be food for him when he gets home,” Hana smiled. “He seemed very excited about that.”

A chuckle emanated from Cye as he took Hana’s hand in his. “I also finished the bedroom.”

Cye led her to the first room that was located next to the kitchen. He slowly opened the door to reveal a queen-sized bed that was dressed in a light blue bedspread. Two polished oak dressers stood against the wall across from the bed by the door. Hana could see that some of her stuff was placed on top of one of the dressers. She walked into the room and sat down on the end of the bed, a smile plastered on her face.

“It’s not a mess yet,” Cye said as he followed suit. “I hope it’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Hana said. “I would have helped put things away.” She looked over her shoulder and saw a brown bear sitting on the nightstand to the left. The bear’s body was roughed up, and it was missing an eye. It definitely saw better days.

Cye followed her gaze to the old bear. “Oh. I found that in one of your boxes. I thought you might like it if it was by you.”

A small but sad smile formed across her lips. “I’ve had that bear since I was little. When I moved into the apartment, I took it with me. If I hadn’t, it would have been burnt to a crisp in the fire.” Her tone was low and filled with sorrow as she explained her treasure. “It’s one of the things I have left from my home and family.”

Cye took his hand and placed it on her cheek, wiping away a lone tear that escaped from her sad eyes. With the other hand, he brushed a strand of her short black hair away from her face. Hana turned to look at the one she loved in the eyes. His teal eyes were soft and loving as he looked into her cobalt blue eyes. He leaned in and captured her lips with his. His tongue massaged the inside of her mouth as he pulled her closer to his body. She ran her delicate hands through his auburn hair, a moan escaping her throat as her tongue danced with his. Something ignited within Cye as he pushed her on her back against the bed. Fire coursed through his body as he placed a hand on her breast, slowly massaging it. Hana broke the kiss and gently moved him off of her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his breathing labored.

“We forgot to close the door,” Hana said as she got up from the bed and closed the door. Before she could take a step back toward the bed, she could feel her body being slammed against the closed door.

“No one is here,” Cye said huskily as he stood upon her, his hand up against the door. “Ryo is at Natsumi’s house. We are all alone.” He took her lips once again in a soaring, passionate kiss. His hands roamed the curves of her body. The kiss became more intense as he pressed her body hard against the door.

Hana moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing his body to her. He placed one leg between hers, pressing up against her sweet spot.

“C-Cye…” she moaned as she started to grind her hips against his propped leg.

“I can’t take this anymore,” Cye groaned, his eyes filled with lust as he hastily removed the clothing that covered her perfect body. After Cye finished unclothing her, Hana returned the favor, practically ripping the clothing from his body in desperation.

Cye slammed her naked form against the door once more as he placed a hand between her legs. The heat that he felt radiating from her womanhood drove him crazy. He wanted, no, needed her. With a single finger, he flicked her swollen bud, causing her cry out in pleasure. Hands gripped his shoulders hard as he continued.

“Oh, god…” Hana cried as she felt her legs shake from beneath her, electricity flowing through her very being. Pressure started to build within her center as her hips grinded against his finger.

Cye leaned over and took an earlobe between his teeth, sending another jolt of electric pleasure to her body. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear. “Well, I’m not going to let you come just yet. I want to feel you come around me.”

“Please… Cye…” Hana pleaded as she yearned for her release. “I need to…”

“Not yet,” Cye soothed as he took her to the bed. Hana whimpered as she lay on the bed, waiting for Cye to take her. She heard a ripping sound from the condom’s package and, before she knew it, he was on top of her, his member at her entrance. He entered her depths with a single thrust, causing her cry out as he filled her. Wasting no time, he started pumping rapidly against her, holding onto the bed for support. The bed creaked loudly as he pounded her, her moans growing louder with each thrust he made. “Oh, god… Hana…”

“Cye… faster…” Hana moaned as she felt the pleasure build within her.

The animal within him answered as he sped up his thrusts. He bent down and suckled the side of her neck. A growl erupted from his throat as he pulled out of her. Before she could question his action, she was flipped over to her hands and knees. He went behind her and inserted his shaft into her from behind. The new sensation from the position tripled the pleasure, her nerves standing to attention. She gripped the comforter as he pumped in and out, his sweaty body slapping against hers.

“You feel so good,” Cye moaned as he felt his end draw near. “I can’t take it much longer.”

“Oh, my god…” Hana cried as she felt her body start to shake. Taking a trembling hand, she placed it by her sweet spot and started to rub herself.

“Yes, Hana, come for me,” Cye panted as he pounded harder into her depths. “Let me feel you.”

Hana cried as her body shook, warmth flowing throughout her body. Her walls gripped tightly around him as Cye let out a groan, releasing himself within her. The two sweaty bodies collapsed on the bed, chests rising up and down rapidly. Cye rolled over to the other side of the bed, wiping the sweat from his face.

“Haven’t… done that in a while…” Hana panted.

“Yeah,” Cye agreed. “It was long overdue.”

Hana smiled and rolled onto her side, her head propped on her hand. “I haven’t seen that side of you. Where did that come from?”

Cye looked at his love and chuckled. “Not sure myself.”

“Well, I like it,” Hana said as she kissed him on the lips. “The wild side of Cye.”

Cye laughed until he heard the bedroom door open slowly. Both figures on the bed looked to find a very embarrassed Natsumi standing in the doorway.

“Oh, my god!” Natsumi shrieked as she quickly covered her eyes with her hands. “I-I’m so sorry! I came back with Ryo a-and we saw the pot on the stove. I didn’t know “you guys were…busy”. Ishouldhaveknocked. I-I’m so sorry!” The brunette quickly shut the door. The couple could hear her rambling on afterward.

“Oh, boy,” Hana said as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “I better go talk to her.” Hana looked at Cye who had his eyes wide and his mouth partly open. The scene happened so fast, he didn’t even know what to think. She giggled as she placed a kiss on the side of his mouth.

Ryo watched as Natsumi ran into the living room with her face covered. “What happened?” he asked as he saw the girl curled up on the leather couch. “Natsumi? Did something happen?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Natsumi said, trying to avoid eye contact. “Just go, please.”

Hana emerged from the bedroom, fully clothed. “I’ll talk to her, Ryo. Just give us a moment, okay?” Without any further questions, the confused warrior exited the living room and headed up to his room. Hana sighed and sat down next to her friend. She placed a gentle hand on Natsumi’s shoulder. “Natsumi, it’s okay. You didn’t know, and we aren’t mad at you.”

“I should have knocked,” Natsumi muffled through her hands. “I heard laughing, and I thought you guys were just hanging around.”

“Oh, we were,” Hana laughed. “But it’s okay.” Natsumi slowly lowered her hands, her face still scarlet from the incident. Hana smiled at her friend before stretching her arms and back. “So, what did you and Ryo do over at your place?”

“I made kake udon, but because of a certain topic we were discussing, I wasn’t paying attention to how much seasoning I was putting in. It turned out to be a salty disaster. So, instead I made us sandwiches. Nothing too special,” Natsumi said, her hands rubbing against each other on her lap.

“Is everything okay now?” Cye asked as he entered the room wearing a plain white tee and gray sweat pants.

Natsumi quickly averted her gaze to her hands. “Everything is fine,” she said in a low voice.

“Why don’t Natsumi and I set the table for dinner,” Hana suggested, seeing the red color tint the girl’s cheeks once more. “I’m sure the stew is done by now.”

“I think that’s a great idea. I just checked on it, and it should be done in about ten minutes,” Cye said. The two girls got up from their spots on the couch and headed into the kitchen. Ryo slowly descended down the carpeted stairs and into the living room.

“Is everything okay?” he asked his comrade who was sitting on the couch. “I’m totally confused.”

Cye let out a soft chuckle as Ryo joined him. “Let’s just say Natsumi stepped into a pretty steamy situation,” Cye said as he looked at his friend with smirk.

“Did she really?” Ryo asked in shock. “No wonder she told me to leave her alone. She must have been so embarrassed. I don’t blame her.”

“I think she’s fine now,” Cye said. “Hana talked to her for a bit. It was an accident and these things happen when you live with a bunch of people.”

“Things just keep on getting interesting around here, that’s for sure,” Ryo said, a smile forming across his lips.

Cye laughed at Ryo’s comment. “At least things won’t be dull around here.” The two men smiled at each other before being summoned into the kitchen where dinner was being served.