Eternal Melody

YUHI

'I know Sumire isn't the judgemental type, even in their past lives together, she never judged me.' But, even though he knows her very well, it doesn't erase the lingering fear and doubt in his heart.

"But you are, you're very gentle."

"Please stop with the descriptions, I'll get images in my head and want to do something."

Sumire giggled again. "Then should I get changed?"

Yuhi paused. He did want to cuddle with her naked, but it's quite chilly tonight. He pulls out a black shirt from the drawer and her eyes lit up.

Sumire sat up and for a moment he just stared. The blanket was barely covering her body, and he could see the curve of her breasts peeking out-

He shakes his head and helps her put on the shirt.

"Now will you look at me?"

Yuhi stared at her and immediately averted his gaze. "Seeing you in my shirt is a bit--"

Sumire sighed. "You're so helpless." She leaned forward and kissed him. "But, so am I."

"Damn it." Yuhi cursed.

She isn't making this easy for him. How can he hold himself back when she is openly seducing him. After kissing for a few minutes, Yuhi finds himself in his favourite spot between the girls legs.

"Um Yuhi-san? What are you doing?"

"Kissing."

"But, why down there?"

"I like it here."

He really did enjoy having his face between her legs like this. Yuhi continued kissing her legs, and would occasionally look up to see Sumire's expression.

"Yuhi, this is really embarrassing."

The lovelist shade of red was on her cheeks, followed by unsteady breathing.

'I really, am losing control.'

It must be because they spent time apart from one another. When they were together all the time, he still had self control. But all that time spent away from her, not seeing her, not holding her was very painful.

"E--enough." Sumire exclaimed as she hit his head.

"Ouch, I almost forgot how violent you were." Yuhi sits up and sighed. "Well, I think you get it. Your desires are controllable, but mine aren't. Mine will make me lose control."

"Yuhi." Sumire said softly. "You're a bit too far, can you get closer or should I?"

Here she goes again, not listening. Yuhi extended his hand out and she happily moved closer.

Yuhi buried his face in her hair.

"You know Sumire. People are starting to notice that your a lot bolder now."

"Does that bother you?"

Yuhi frowned, recalling the gazes of the men in the banquet hall.

'I didn't know Ibuki was so hot.'

'Imagine being kissed like that.'

He shakes his head. Just the thought of other guys commenting like that, pisses him off.

"I don't want others to see you like that, and have impure thoughts."

Sumire giggled. "Even if they had them, you're the one with the most impure thoughts about me."

"Indeed, but I don't want them to have such thoughts at all. You have no idea how powerful imaginations are."

Sumire paused. "I think I do."

Yuhi frowned and nuzzled his face in her neck. "Alright, don't talk about other men."

"You're so helpless my dear." Sumire trailed off. "Did you like the song?"

"Yeah, it's another song that screams 'I'm here, no matter what happens I won't falter.' You really are powerful Sumire."

"I just want to encourage others to fulfil their dreams no matter what, and not lose hope no matter what situation they are in."

At that last part Yuhi immediately understood. Even if the context and situation is different, she was trying to get a message across to Mashima.

She shone that brightly because she was singing for Mashima's sake. Yuhi takes a deep breath and shakes his head. What use is there getting jealous of Mashima? During his counselling session,. Yuhi saw the dark circles under the man's eyes. He saw how Mashima reacted everytime Sumire was mentioned. The one suffering the most right now isn't him or even Sumire, it's Mashima.

He needs to be a better person. His thoughts break off seeing Sumire staring at him. "What is it?"

Sumire caressed his cheek. "I was just thinking my dear, when are we going to perform that song together?"

His gaze softened. "Hino already made the arrangements, I told him to discuss it with you once your major events have finished."

Sumire's gaze brightened. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"That's one goal filled, sharing a stage with my dearest."

"Your goals seem to be on the low side when it comes to me." Yuhi jokes.

Sumire frowned and her cheeks puffed to a pout causing him to laugh. She usually acts so mature, so it's rare to see her childish sides.

"My goals regarding you are very complicated my dear, so I'd appreciate it if you don't take it lightly."

"Somehow I feel like your complicated thoughts are something inappropriate." Yuhi trailed off and shook his head. "I have to ask, do you want to do it again?"

"Ah--I thought--"

"We don't have to do it everyday." Yuhi coughed. "I know, I've been all over you since I returned. But, I'm no beast.

"Oh."

"Then I'd like to just stay like this?"

Yuhi nodded. "Alright." He moved but only to tuck her in closer. He placed his fingers on the mark Nagawa Sano made the other day and frowned. An entire day has passed and yet those marks haven't faded.

No wonder she kept wearing those long sleeved shirts. Whenever he watched her interviews or shows abroad, Yuhi noticed that the girl always wore long sleeve and turtleneck clothing, even at the height of summer. How much did she suffer, and endured? They still need to talk about it.

"It doesn't hurt." Sumire said, breaking his thoughts.

Yuhi shakes his head. "I didn't think it was this bad, even when I saw a video."

Even then she wanted to hope that Nagawa would at least leave Sumire some dignity.

"Ah, the one the media sent."

"That reporter is now wishing he didn't follow you around."

Her sweat fell. "What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing you have to worry about, besides he deserves it."

Yuhi trailed off seeing Sumire stare at his lips. Yuhi smiled and squeezed her hand. "A bit more?"

Sumire nodded. But, instead of kissing Sumire's lips. He lays the girl down and lifts her shirt, exposing her stomach. He places light kisses at first before sucking her tender flesh to leave marks.

"Yuh I+-

"Hmm?"

"You're a horny fool."

Yuhi stopped kissing her stomach and laughed. A wicked grin spread on his face. "Well, it's a good thing I'm you're horny fool."

He understands what she has wanted since she saw him step out wearing that suit. Sumire isn't very good at hiding her desires, when she wants someone, it's easy to tell.