This fanfic came purely from my imagination but cannot say the same for the characters. The characters belong to the author/artist of the book Flame of Recca, Nobuyuki Anzai. I apologise if any of the characters may seem out of character(ooc)but I hope you enjoy the fanfic all the same. If any facts are not accurate please feel free to correct me at this address: Knanaki86@yahoo.com

Thank you for reading my fanfic. This is my first and I sincerely hope it is up to your expectations.
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Mikagami slowly walked towards the notice board where every one else was gathered around. He had heard the news by word of mouth, but he wanted to see it for himself. Especially when it concerned such a mindless waste of time like an end of year party thrown specially for the final year students, thus making it compulsory for him to go.

Tokiya cursed mentally. All that he had heard was true. < Could the school get any dumber coming up with such ridiculous ideas? If I ever find out who suggested such a stupid idea, I’ll skin him alive. Well at least we are not forced into bringing dates not that I’ll have trouble finding one but…> Tokiya shuddered involuntarily at the thought.

Tokiya stalked away from the crowd. All he could do was to wait for the dreaded day to come.

~ Afternoon before the Party ~

 Mikagami was lying on his bed thinking about the night’s party. He was wondering if Recca and the rest of Hokage would be coming. At least they would provide some familiar faces in the crowd. Not like he needed a familiar face, it was just a thought. Just a thought.

 The time for the party was drawing near. Mikagami got out of bed and began to dress. His attire consisted of a very fitting black turtleneck long sleeved shirt which emphasized his broad and lean, muscular chest; black pants which were pressed to perfection, which tapered down his legs; to top things off was black coat which he buttoned at his waist. The lack of a tie in his outfit gave him a bit of an informal look, which was still acceptable. Tokiya later brushed his hair till there was not a tangle left in his long flowing, not to mention shimmering, mane before tying it up in a high pony tail with a black rubberband. In short, Tokiya was ready and looked absolutely dashing in what he was wearing.

 Tokiya reached for the bunch of keys which lay on the partition just in front of the main door. He had decided that tonight was the night he used his brand new car. It was a black Ferrari. He looked at it with pride in his eyes. Tokiya was not a very materialistic person but he knew how to appreciate beauty in whatever form it came in. Although he did not always show it in his face, he had seen a few “beauties” in his school but their lack of brains had totally turned him off.

 Tokiya sighed at the thought…< Nothing is perfect…>

~ At the Party ~

The school’s hall is a big open area with a stage in front and multiple exits at the side and at the back. It is also indoors. Just outside two of the many exits in the hall, is a balcony. Both of which are almost obscured from view.

Tokiya’s appearance at any function organized by the school had never went un-noticed. Therefore there was no reason why his fan club (mostly made up of girls) would have missed his entrance, even if it was rather late.

Tokiya braced himself before he walked in through the main entrance of the school hall. < Must remember not to use Ensui even in the most desperate of situations…The females though brainless are still innocent… > Tokiya smirked at the thought wondering to himself if he indeed had that much will power.

The minute Tokiya walked through the front doors, ¾ of the female population in the hall either fainted, shrieked in delight or rushed up to get Tokiya’s autograph.

“Mr. Mikagami will you please sign my hanky?”

“Oh you look absolutely dashing in that out fit!”

“Mr. Mikagami will you please dance with me?”

“What do you say we lose the crowd and get a room?”

“You’re soooooo handsome! I’ve had a crush on you since first grade!!!!”

The rest of the girls said something along the same lines.

~ ½ an hour later ~

 Mikagami had managed to satisfy most of the fangirls and escape to one of the balconies. Tokiya leaned onto the railing and stared out into the night. Relishing the peace and quiet he managed to get as long as he was on the balcony. It was a clear night and the full moon shone bright in the sky together with a backdrop of a million stars that shone like diamonds fitted onto an ebony velvet cloth. The night breeze seemed more refreshing and cooling than the air-condition which cooled the hall. The draft blew his bangs away from his cerulean eyes and playfully got his prized mane into tangles which he had earlier worked out. Tokiya took a sip of the punch he had been holding but not drinking. He snorted to himself < The little pipsqueaks actually spiked the punch. I wonder if the school management knew about this but didn’t care. Anyhow I’d better not drink more than I can handle, don’t want to end up acting like an idiot. >
 
With that Tokiya proceeded to drink his punch with caution.

 After what seemed like ages to Tokiya since the beginning of the party, it was still going strong. However, there was now more romancing going on than before. This was especially so since most of the girls were drunk. Mikagami scanned the crowd inside when suddenly, he thought he saw someone familiar. He took a closer look to confirm his doubts. Yep it was definitely Fuuko. She wore an emerald green evening gown which flowed to the ground. It was a body-hugging outfit which clung to her body at all the right places enhancing her curves. It had a high neckline that reached up to just below her chin. From the high neckline, it cut down exposing her shoulders and arms and rounded to the back in a low back finish…making it impossible to wear any undergarment of that sort. Tokiya blushed a tinge of red as the thought crossed his mind when he was assessing her attire. Her plum coloured bangs fell over her startling green eyes giving her a very sensuous look, framing her fair face which had a the lightest touch of makeup on, giving her a natural look. For once she was not wearing her headband, this made her look a considerable lot more feminine. On her right hand she wore Fuujin. Ever since she received it from Kage Houshi, she never left home without it. The gown she was wearing also had a mid-thigh high slit which exposed her long slender legs to perfection. Her legs were not flabby but toned and well-muscled. The same went for her arms. Tokiya had not realised it yet but he was actually starring in awe at her sudden change in appearance. He suddenly saw the more feminine side to Fuuko. She looked absolutely breath taking. < Looks like out of the whole gang, only Fuuko managed to make it…> However, one thing marred her otherwise perfect image, she was dead drunk.

Mikagami sighed at the thought…< Fuuko didn’t realise the punch was spiked and had a little too much to drink. Just what I need, a drunk Fuuko on my hands. >

 In Fuuko’s drunken stupor, she was actually flirting with the guys around her. Not something one would usually see her do if she was in her right state of mind. The guys surrounding Fuuko all had a lustful gleam in their eyes. Mikagami sighed once again. < I’ll probably have to bring her home to avoid any unpleasentries. But first I’ll finish my punch, Fuuko can wait, I’m sure she can look after herself. >

 Mikagami was about to fetch Fuuko out of the hall when one of the fangirls spotted him on the balcony. She rushed over to him and latched herself onto his arm. He took notice of her only when her vice-like grip fastened onto his arm. He looked the girl up and down in disgust. She was easily wearing the skimpiest outfit and to top things off she did not even have the figure to compliment it. Now if it was Fuuko it would be a different matter altogether her…< Wait a minute, where did that come from? > Anyway back to the present matter at hand. She was wearing a white see through blouse and skirt combination. The blouse had long sleeves and a wide neckline. She was wearing a black strapless brazier underneath. The skirt had a diagonal frilly hem. It ended somewhere mid-thigh on the right and flowed all the way down to the ground on the left. (Think tango costume). On the whole, her undergarments looked one size too small for her. It was not that she was ugly, but her assets were overly large, like she had them surgically improved. To some guys, she looked like sex incarnate but to Mikagami she was just another annoying fangirl. He greatly disliked it when a girl, or anybody for that matter, tries to get themselves “improved” through unnatural means. He preferred and appreciated natural beauty better.

 She soon struck up a conversation while all the time she had his arm locked in a vice-like grip which threatened to cut off his blood circulation. While doing so she took advantage of his closeness to rest her head on his arm and breath in his scent. She knew wanted him and she was going to get him…tonight. A smirk flickered across her face as she thought of what she would do to him once she had gotten him “vulnerable”.

 Mikagami did not like the situation he was in. slowly but surely, he pried her fingers off his arm and concentrated on depriving her fingers of their prior position. Mikagami was not careful and had not seen the girl slip something into his drink.

 Once he had gotten rid of the fangirl, who had suddenly given up hope, he finished the remaining punch in his glass in one gulp and hurried back into the hall to bring Fuuko home.

 He strode into the hall and scanned the area until he came to one dark corner where Fuuko was sandwiched between 2 guys while a third was advancing towards her. The two boys by her side were stroking her arms lovingly and Fuuko in her high state was doing nothing to discourage them. In fact, she was encouraging them by giving each of them a coy smile as she licked her lips and blew kisses while batting her eyelids seductively. The one on the right was starting to kiss her and shoving his tongue into her mouth, while the other began nibbling her ear and licking it as well as the side of her face. However this was not as bad as the last guy. He advanced on Fuuko kneeled between her legs and slowly began massaging her inner thigh with one hand as the other groped her stomach and up. Throughout this shameful act all three of them were grinning from ear to ear with lust written all over their faces.

 That was the last straw. Mikagami was indignant on Fuuko’s behalf. He could not believe that such scum actually existed in their school, but once again he kept his emotions in check as he calmly walked over to them. Before the minute was up, he had reached the other side of the hall where they were, and was already dealing with the first guy before any more damage was done. Mikagami had pulled the guy away from Fuuko’s body by the hair and felled him with one punch. With the same two moves, he had actually pulled out a bunch of the guy’s hair and broken his nose as well as knocked him out. He gave the other two guys a hard cold stare as they quickly backed away from Fuuko. None of the other partygoers had noticed the commotion in the corner or they chose not to notice especially when an obviously angry Mikagami was involved.

 Mikagami had a reputation in the school. He was mostly popular among the females because of his smarts and good looks. However, around the guys, it was for totally different reasons. They knew he was smart but they also knew he was not one to mess around with.

~ Flashback ~

 In his first year, Mikagami came into school and was immediately a hot number with the females even though he did not project himself to be a lady’s man, quite the opposite in fact with his long hair, slim figure, pale skin and startling aqua marine eyes. Some of the seniors had heard about this new kid and they were not very happy about it. So they decided they should “fix him up” good and proper and “show him how to be a man”. In laymen’s terms, they were planning to beat him up.

 One day, sometime during mid-term, after school, they cornered him and led him down a small back alley. He had followed them without complaints or questions even with his icy mask, not showing that he was enjoying the prospect of a fight. The seniors were puzzled at his passiveness but soon blamed it on him just being plain stupid. Little did they know that Mikagami was actually the smartest person to pass through their school. Neither did they know that he was actually the master of the sword known as Ensui although he did not require it when he knocked the wind out of them in the back alley and warned them never to bother him again.

  Walking into a dark alley with Tokiya Mikagami became undoubtedly the biggest mistake any senior or gang would make after that day.

 The next day, Mikagami went to school as per normal without a scratch on him, Much to the surprise and delight of the legions of fangirls. However the three seniors were the ones which did not show up. And still did not until 3 weeks after the incident and the still showed signs of having had their asses kicked. The rest of the gangs and seniors took that as a warning and no one ever bothered Mikagami ever again.

~ End Flashback ~ Back to the present situation…

 Mikagami smirked at the memory, especially at how effective it was even up to his last year. The new students also heard about it. Must have left a great impact on the student body. He smirked again…< Oh well, back to the situation at hand. >

 “C’mon Fuuko, you had too much to drink. I’m taking you home.” Fuuko looked at his hand and gave him a silly smile. She made a feeble attempt to stand but failed. Lucky for her, Mikagami had quick reflexes and caught her before she hit the ground. She looked up at his face and grinned. “Oi! Mi-chan! I didn’t know you cared!” she said simply before smiling coyly and playing with his coat lapels. < Of course I care,…wait a minute, I do?… > Mikagami thought in his head but out loud whispered menacingly to Fuuko, “I’m gonna get you back for this…” he had barely finished his sentence when he had to dodge a kiss Fuuko was trying to give him. He took further precaution to prevent such a thing from happening again by changing his position to her side instead of in front of her. He then put his arm around Fuuko’s waist, half-supporting, half-dragging Fuuko to the nearest < EXIT > sign before she embarrassed the 2 of them.

 Once they had exited the hall and gotten to the carpark, he began locating his car and when he did, he escorted her over to the passenger side and helped her in. Tokiya had decided that he would drive her back provided her could get the address out of her. However, while he was contemplating this, the first wave of drowsiness hit him. He quickly shook his head to clear it away. Tokiya got into the driver’s seat and asked Fuuko where she lived but all he got in return was an incoherent mumbling from his passenger. He decided that he would first bring her back to his place, let her sleep in the master bedroom and explain things in the next morning. The second wave of drowsiness, this was when he began to suspect something was wrong. However, he quickly pushed it to the back of his mind as he had more pressing matters at hand.

 Little did he know that the drive back would be more of a battle to keep Fuuko’s hands of him than not getting into an accident. In Fuuko’s drunken state, she was hitting on everything within a 5-mile radius but Mikagami still gave her the benefit of the doubt considering the amount of alcohol she had drank.

~ The Drive Back ~
 When Tokiya started the engine of the car, Fuuko started out of her slumber. She placed one hand on his shoulder and leaned as much towards him as her seatbelt would allow her. At the same time, her other hand began to play with the buttons on his shirt. Tokiya frowned at her as this was no her normal behavior. < Now what are you up to Fuuko?…hmm…this actually feels…Omi gosh! What am I thinking ?!?! > Quickly he tried to shrug her off, shocking himself when part of him was actually reluctant to do so and was enjoying the kind of attention he was getting from her.

 Fuuko grew bolder on realizing his hesitance; her hand traveled down and began massaging his inner thigh. With the initial contact of Fuuko’s hand and his inner thigh, Tokiya jumped. He blushed furiously and immediately slapped her hand away. Sure he was used to the attention he got from the fan girls but none of them had ever been this daring! < O my god…what the hell is going on…this is not supposed to happen! > He quickly increased the speed of his car with the intent of reaching home as fast as he could. Being in the car with a drunk (not to mention horny) Fuuko, was like a canary n a cage with a very “hungry” cobra.

~ End of Drive ~
===Outside the Mikagami Residence===

 Tokiya pulled up to the curb outside his house and quickly got out of the car. Panting at the speed of his movements as well as the prospect of almost getting violated by his ex-teammate. He walked over to the passenger side an carefully helped Fuuko out trying his best to keep out of reach while at the same time hold on to her and support her. This was when the third wave of drowsiness hit him. Now his suspicions were confirmed, someone had indeed drugged his punch. < This is not good…if I find the person who did this…> Presently, he prayed that he would be able to support the two of them to their respective rooms before collapsing from the effects of the drug.

 When the third wave hit him, he had stumbled and banged against Fuuko forcing her to grab him around the waist to support him and to prevent the both of them from falling over. Fuuko seized the opportunity and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. Tokiya flung his hand over her shoulder grabbed her tightly as he leaned against the main door for support. Clumsily taking out his keys, he opened the and closed the front door together they stumbled towards the master bedroom supporting each other looking more and more like a drunken couple with each passing moment.

 Tokiya helped Fuuko into the bed as carefully and as gently as possible in his drugged state, and tried to get to the guestroom or at least the hall before passing out from the effects of the drug. This time the fourth wave hit him throwing him off balance just about the same time as Fuuko reached up from behind and pulled him unto the bed. This time, Tokiya was too tired to protest. Together with the inviting softness of the bed, he nearly dozed off. Suddenly, the realization of a weight atop his abdomen as well as someone unbuttoning his shirt caused him to temporarily snap out of his sleep. < What’s going on…? >When Tokiya opened his eyes a crack, he was shocked at what he saw…Fuuko was sitting on top of him and she had peeled off the green dress exposing her beautiful body from her waist up. Tokiya gawked at her exquisite curves momentarily before quickly looking away with crimson cheeks. What he saw had totally aroused him.

 Tokiya may be the most sort after guy in school but that did not mean he was immoral. In addition, the death of his sister had put the concept of love completely out of his mind. This was a formula which practically screamed words like “virgin” and “pure”.

 Fuuko in her drunken state was shamelessly leading the act on. She leaned down on him so her breasts pressed against his firm chest as she used her hand to turn his face back to face her. She kissed him hungrily and nibbled on his lower lip, encouraging him to open up to her. This he did. Soon they were locked in a breath taking French kiss. During the time they were kissing, Tokiya shifted his position so he was now on top. Finally, they broke their eons long kiss to breath in each other’s scent before they were back at it again. Tokiya had cradled her neck with one hand to allow himself to deepen the kiss while his other hand was on the bed supporting himself shakily as he did not want this to go too far.

 Fuuko traced the outline of his muscles on his well-built torso with her fingernail before rubbing her palm on his firm chest slowly relishing the feel of his skin against hers. When she had had enough, her hands darted down to his belt and began to undo his pants in record timing.

 At this, Tokiya broke their passionate kiss and grabbed both her hands in his which was previously cradling her neck. He leaned over and whispered into Fuuko’s ear, “No, don’t. You’ll regret this when you wake up.” It took immense will power on his part to stop something that felt as good and as right as it did. Just as he had put an end to Fuuko’s wild behavior, and as much as he had wanted to get off her to another room, the fifth and final wave hit him. This time there was no escaping the full impact of the drug. He reluctantly collapsed into a deep sleep on top of Fuuko.

 Fuuko soon fell into a dreamless slumber with her last waking moment breathing in Tokiya’s scent.
 
 

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Author’s rambling…

1) This is the first fanfic I’ve ever done…if you find it offensive…do forgive…I assure it would get better…I think.
2) Since this is the first time I’m writing a fanfic, I do not have a definite style and may seem a little inconsistent…I hope u’ll give me time to correct that…

So this is the end of chapter one…I have until chapter 3 written out but I have yet to type them… my estimate is there will be about 5 to 6 chaps…hope you enjoy the fanfic