Chasing Memories - Desperation "Akira...." Jin lay down on his couch, sulking as he wasn't able to see her in her company. The security was tight and they didn't allow anyone in without schedules and appointments. Not even walk-in clients are allowed. It has been almost a week now and everyday he tried to catch her however, she was nowhere to be found. There were times he called her, but it only forwarded to voice mail, and his texts only received the usual, 'I apologize but I am busy' replies. He wondered if it was because of what had happened. Well, it could be. Maybe she got too weirded out. But... Was it all a dream? He took the layout on the coffee table and smelled it, her scent lingering and telling her it was indeed real. The scent of cherry blossoms and mint, her own special blend. It made his senses more alive, with everything around him more colorful, vivid and he felt a heat overwhelm him. "Oh Akira...", mumbled Jin, his eyes closing halfway as he pictured her smiling face. He lost himself in his thoughts about her, his heart partly torn between despair and happiness upon seeing her again. so many things wandered within him, so many questions and at that moment he was lost and hurt, he wanted to relieve himself with only memories of what he had with Akira. His hand slowly worked its way into his slacks, easing himself from his current stupor while tears fell from his eyes. Unzipping it, he started to stroke himself, his eyes glazing over with lust as he recalled how it felt to be inside her years ago. "Oh Akira...", he groaned, closing his eyes as he imagined their first time years ago in her bedroom one autumn evening. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Really? It's your first?" "Yes... I am nervous to be honest.." Jin shifted in his position as he wedged himself between Akira's legs. Blushing and obviously shy, he couldn't look at her and neither can she. Their hearts were beating wildly along with the adrenaline pumping in their ears. There is no turning back beyond that point. "May I...?", Jin timidly asked, his hand now working on the buttons of her blouse. After Akira nodded, Jin could feel himself getting hard in his boxers. Both of them just came from university and were just recovering from the barrage of torrid kisses from the library, however, when Jin dropped her off at her house, Akira pulled him to her in a deep kiss that made him pin her to the shadow-filled front door. After admitting that her mother is gone for the weekend, both agreed to finally 'do it', and now, they found themselves in Akira's room, jacket, scarves and jeans on the floor. Shy and unsure, both only knew of their feelings and wanted to show their promise that there is no one else for them. You know how teenagers are. Button after button, he could see her creamy skin unveiling itself before him, his eyes dilating from her naked beauty as he took her visually. He leaned in and kissed her forcefully, with Akira exhaling a little moan as she wrapped her arms around him. Their writhing bodies and searching hands felt each other, undressed and lovingly took each other by touch while the only sounds they can hear are the rustling of the sheets and the little sighs they were making. As soon as all clothes were gone, their bodies moved to their own will. Jin showered her with kisses, his hands touching her breasts as he made his way down. "You... You're so beautiful..", remarked Jin tenderly, looking at Akira as he ran his hand down her chest and in between the valley of her breasts. "I don't want anyone else having you... Be mine only and no one else's.. Please.." Akira nodded, peering deeply into Jin's eyes as he continued on to his descent to her breasts. His tongue circled her nipples, making them crinkle, and Akira can only bite her lip and sigh in response to the pleasure he was giving her. As his hand traveled down to her womanhood, Jin could feel her wetness on his fingers and gently slid in two, stroking her walls as he continued to kiss her passionately. "Jin, I love you...", whispered Akira in between kisses, her fingers running through his hair. "I love you more, Akira.. So much more...", Jin rubbed his nose on hers and gave her a light, playful kiss. "I will marry you one day... And I will make you happy.. From here on, you are my everything.. My only everything, Akira... I love you so much...", he half-whispered to her lips, his eyes deeply gazing into hers. "You're my half and no one else's. No matter what, I belong to you and you belong to me.. Akira, I love you, you understand?" "Jin...", was all Akira could say, her palms at the side of his face. She kissed him lovingly, inhaling the heat and passion arising from them and embracing him tightly, bringing him to close the gap. "I understand... I love you too..", she said. She tilted his face to meet hers and kissed him once more, her tongue probing open his mouth to have his swirl with hers in a torrid, sensual kiss that deepened and got more heated the longer they did so. Jin hastened his fingering, with Akira's hips grinding which were accompanied by little moans that escaped her. Listening to her groans and sighs of pleasure, Jin couldn't wait anymore. He took his fingers out of her and tasted her, getting more riled. He positioned himself between her legs, her scent intoxicating him as he soon parted her moist folds with his tongue. Deeper went his tongue, along with lips that kissed her nether ones, and Akira was glowing in the building pleasure he was giving her. All peaked as he finally found her pleasure nub, and with his teeth, pushed back it's sheath to uncover her nerve-packed clit and with the tip of his tongue, began flicking and alternated it with gentle sucking. Jin looked up to see Akira in her lewdness and arousal, her mouth an 'O' as she tried her best to contain herself and not seem too loose. "Jin--- please--- please stop!!! It's already too much and I might finish already---" "Cum for me.. I want you to say my name and give me all of you.. Even your orgasms will be of me, because of me and will only be for me..", said Jin, his manhood a throbbing appendage that couldn't wait to have its turn. "I want you so bad.. I want to give you all of me and I just want to hear you say my name again and again." Akira couldn't talk straight anymore as her moans became louder and Jin only turned a bit more forceful, his hands and mouth taking her womanhood. Akira finally came, crying Jin's name in ecstasy as she gripped the sheets, toes curled and sweat just broke from her. Jin was also panting in extreme arousal seeing Akira look so spent and as he watched her chest heave up and down from the release; he couldn't resist not kissing her again and again from the orgasm. "Oh my god... I love you, Akira!!", he breathlessly said. His lips kissed her skin which was salty with sweat and her body now released her own brand of pheromone from the foreplay; and it made Jin less immune to their deed. He finally got on top of her and with a look asking permission if he can take her, he got his approval through a gentle kiss Akira planted on his lips. His heart was pounding and he was scared. "I want you to be the one to hurt me.." Jin looked up, shocked. "But Akira, I---" She shook her head and gave him a calm smile. Her hands roamed his body and he relaxed himself, only to be more anxious. "Jin, we can't do this if you don't want to hurt me. This is the only pain I know I will be happy to have coming from you..and I want this too.. So please..", Akira pulled him to her. "Love me and show me how much.. I want you to give you all of me tonight." Taken by her boldness, Jin slowly nodded as he gazed into her amber eyes and saw himself in them. He bit his lip as he entered her bit by bit,with Akira whimpering when he pushed on within her. Jin could feel he was ripping her apart but he stopped from time to time to see how she was, however Akira only told him to continue. He went on deeper and he only can kiss Akira's pain away whenever she'd grimace. Akira's fingers dug into his skin, sending him to the brink of bliss, but it was only the beginning. Akira's walls then broke and her world ripped open, with Jin finally able to breathe from the tension and anticipation of being both one finally. They kissed more, tears in their eyes as they held each other tightly while they let the pain subside. Jin held her and kissed her lovingly, telling her over and again that it was only her he wanted... and he can only feel it, the fact of it coursing through him as he was now one with her. He slowly moved in and out of her, his manhood replacing the pain and vulnerability Akira surrendered. Soon, the room was bathed in their moans and sighs of their names. Fingers lacing and lips meeting in frenzied kisses, Jin and Akira gave themselves to each other while the snow finally fell outside the window, only the heat they shared alive that autumn night. ~~~~~~ Jin opened his eyes as he felt that he was finally finished, his hand covered with his cum. It wasn't as pleasurable as he'd thought and it made him more ravenous to have Akira once more. He took a paper napkin and wiped himself, frustratedly thinking of her as he walked into his bathroom to wash his face. The cold water sobered him, yet it only made it more real the fact that Akira wasn't the Akira he used to know. "Shit. Something does not add up," he though to himself as he took off his clothes and slid into the shower. And that is true. Akira doesn't seem to know and remember him at all and her disappearance after her confinement back in Okinawa years ago was a curious and questionable circumstance. No records, nor any 'missing person' ads? Either it was planned or something bad had happened. "I have to know what really happened," he told himself in his mind. "Akira and I can't live like this!" Jin continued work after his bath and called up the investigator he hired for a small meet-up in his office. Akira is already brought to him once more by fate, yet not the whole person she used to be. Jin had to take matters in his hands. He wanted her back. Money is no object after all. ~~~~~ "Mr. Aizawa, there is a meeting with some person of law after lunch." "Okay, got that." "Also, your childhood friend Daigo Myojin from Myoji-Tech will be dropping by to see you. He said keep all hours open for him." Jin looked up from his desk, a small knot on his brow upon the mention of his friend. "Oh. Did he say anything else?", he asked his assistant Toyutoma. Toyutoma shook his head and lowered his tablet. "None sir, that was all." He adjusted his glasses and looked seriously at Jin. "I hate to pry sir, but aren't your companies rivals?" Jin didn't answer and just looked down at the layout Akira left on his desk. "A little fact that is, but I have to stay friends with him. I haven't heard of his current ventures as of late." "Well.. About that..." His assistant seemed to want to ask more, but retracted. Clearing his throat, he then read once more from his tablet after a message came. "And a Ms. Akira Gojo will be coming also after your meeting with the police." Jin looked up from desk, slowly nodding. "Keep my schedule open until seven." He was going to see her again. Jin couldn't contain his anxiety within. ~~~~~~ "Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Aizawa, please, call me Kunori." Officer Ringo Kunori was a tall, beefy man with a deep, raspy voice and looked like Peter Parker's boss. He wore a good suit beneath a trench coat and a hat. He was the man who Jin hired to go to Okinawa to take Akira's records. "Pleasure is mine, but let's cut to the chase. What have you found out?", he asked Kunori. Kunori grinned and laughed a little. "True even in person you don't dillydally." He took out several documents from his bag and handed them to Jin. "You'll see the hospital records lack the ones on the day Miss Gojo disappeared. It only had until 2 in the afternoon then there's nothing more. There was no police report and her mother didn't report her as missing. Miss Gojo was pulled out from her university but didn't cite reasons for doing so, except that she was to be moving, but there were no other records citing where." Jin scanned the documents he had in his hands. It was strange. Akira was missing but wasn't? Looking at the hospital records, he scowled seeing a strangely familiar signature at first glance that didn't belong to Akira's mother. Pointing it to Kunori, he asked, "This signature, it's different from the ones on the patient log and the logbook of the hospital. Whose is this?" Kunori shook his head. "Came to a dead end with that since the graphologist was having a hard time decrypting it. It didn't belong to any of the nurses and the doctors in the hospital. I already asked adjacent hospitals in the area, but no match." Jin frowned. The signature was familiar now that he looked at it closer. He just didn't know where. Taking out his phone, he took a photo of the signature. "Also, Mr. Aizawa, I have a hunch Miss Gojo was willingly taken away and not by force," "What? What made you say so?" Kunori leafed through the documents and pulled out a photo taken by a CCTV camera on a toll gate. It showed Akira clearly, looking somber. On the wheel was a man whose face was conveniently out of frame and only his hand on the steering wheel can be seen. Who was he? Looking at the other details of the photo, there was a black box on the backseat, a crumpled jacket and what looks like a bag. "This was taken around three weeks after she went 'missing'. They were already in Chiba." "Chiba?", Jin looked back at the photo and took a copy of it with his phone. He nearly put back the documents in their folders before Kunori took them. He wasn't liking the development. "From Chiba bay? How odd.. as if she's like some smuggled commodity, huh? Anyway, is there anything else?" Before the investigator can answer, the door suddenly opened. Jin immediately stood up looking murderous. "Jinny!" A handsome man in a khaki suit, with a white dress shirt and brown leather shoes sauntered inside, his gleaming smile sparkling as he tightened his salmon pink necktie. His hair was gelled back, and he perfectly rivaled Jin in physique, poise and suit. "What's up, Jinny? Long time no see!", he said, clapping Jin on the shoulder. "Still a tight, old man with no teeth, eh? Can't greet me a smile?" "Daigo, I knew you were coming but you could've been educated enough to knock and wait for my meeting to be over," growled Jin. Daigo Myojin looked at Officer Kunori who was now in the process of wearing his coat and hat. "Well, you got time now since your meeting is over," he nonchalantly said. Kunori bowed to both Jin and Daigo, excusing himself for intruding and left quickly, closing the door behind him. Jin wanted to throw his ashtray but controlled himself and allowed Daigo to push him to the couch. "What the hell do you want?", grumbled Jin, looking at Daigo disinterestedly. "I have no time to be shittin' around, I have another meeting coming next."

Chasing Memories - Finding A Way To Start Jin could hardly sleep for the next week when the investigator said it was difficult finding information on where Akira was. Nights wore on with him drinking heavily, just tiring the search engines out with searches for Akira, but it turned little to no results in the end. The results weren't related to the Akira Gojo he was looking for. How could that be possible? Medical and dental records missing, no trace of her in Okinawa and not even a report of her missing at the website of the Okinawan police department. Where could she be? Blankly he stared at the presentation being conducted before him. His mind was just off somewhere and his wasn't feeling happy with what he'd just learned. "Mr. Aizawa?" Jin glanced at the presenter and his other business associates were eyeing him oddly. "Continue on," he said. The meeting went on normally. After the meeting, Jin watched his business partners get up from their seats and exit the conference room, leaving him alone. Clearly, his mind still wasn't over the news and as he stood up, the door opened and his assistant came in. "Mr. Aizawa? I have on your table the files from the design company we hired recently. They said they needed feedback by 1PM." Jin stood up and sighed. "I'll be on it. Hold all calls and I don't want anyone disturbing me as I review the propositions," said Jin, as he went out the meeting room. His assistant followed him, looking slightly off as he checked his tablet. "You must have forgotten your meeting with their lead project designer, sir. It's this afternoon at 3." "Can't they just hold the meeting on a much later date?", asked Jin, frowning at the update. "They've been quite adamant in forcing the issue and they do know I am a busy man, right? Can't my design team hold the meeting with them? I do remember giving my preferences." Jin wasn't really feeling in the mood to talk about designs and colors and propositions for the new renovations for their office. However, that is going to change. "The designer assigned on your project is keen on making this meeting, sir." The assistant showed Jin the tablet in his hands and touched gestures on it to zoom in on the page. "Apparently, she's personally picked by the design head to lead your renovations. She said that if you want to start on time and finish without delays before the company yearly party, you have to meet now. She has a point. We could minimize expenses and we have the time on our hands to thoroughly go through the plans meticulously and change it as you see fit." Jin peered over and felt his insides seize up. The color drained from his face and he felt his throat run dry. It was as if he was looking at a ghost. There was a little pang of a headache developing, but he simply took off his glasses to divert the odd stare his assistant was giving him. With a slightly weakened voice, Jin told his assistant to push on with the meeting and to block off all others. Closing the door of his office behind him, Jin leaned on it, looking blankly at his desk with wide eyes. His heart was rapidly throbbing inside him and his hands were clammy. Looking at his clock on the wall, it was just 12. The feelings of anticipation seemed to make time both slower and faster at the same time, with Jin not sure of what he was feeling. ~~~~ "Is she there yet?" "No sir," "It's almost 3." "Yes I know, Mr. Aizawa. Do you want me to call the designer and ask of her whereabouts?" "That won't be necessary." Jin closed the door to his office and went to his mini bar. With scotch on the rocks in his hand, he drank the first shot in one swig and poured himself another glass. His dark eyes flitted to the clock on the wall. It was already 2:43. Jin swallowed his spit, looking quite edgy as he tried to calm himself. Peering back into the scotch he had poured himself, he saw his reflection looking anxious with anticipation. His heart was throbbing violently in his chest, a cold sweat coming out from his pores and he knew it wasn't the alcohol. Taking off his jacket, he increased the thermostat of his AC to lessen the heat and nerves he has, and drank his drink in one quick gulp. Jin took several breaths, his chest heaving as he steadied himself before his meeting. He needed to be calm and collected. "Surely I was seeing wrong... but it couldn't be," he muttered to himself, placing a hand to his face, his eyes wide with shock. "I just can't understand. How is that even possible?" Recalling what he saw in his assistant's tablet, he shook his head several times. He emptied the contents of his scotch bottle into his glass and tossed it back, feeling the hot sensation of the alcohol go down his throat to keep him sane for his 3PM meeting. "Isn't it a little chilly in here?" Jin froze where he stood, his eyes going wide and his heartbeat the only thing he could hear. "That voice....", he thought to himself, feeling his own body shaking. His eyes went to the display case of alcohol behind his desk and from the reflection, he can hardly bring himself to turn around. But he had to. Jin slowly turned his head and saw... A woman with kohl brown hair.. Cherry red lips... ...and beautiful amber eyes. With a gentle, warm smile on her lips, she bowed to Jin and said, "Thank you for having me, Mr. Aizawa, my name is Akira Gojo and I am to be the one to handle your project for your company's renovations. I am pleased to be working with you." And that was when Jin felt himself transported back to Okinawa, when he and Akira first met under the shade of the cherry blossom tree near the church. ~~~ "I am not sure about the layout by the lobby. Your design team suggested to liven it up a bit by putting pinks and powder blues, but that certainly isn't you, if I may say so. If you want a more minimalist approach without compromising professionalism, I would want to go for muted colors. I'll gladly change the lighting and reposition the furniture to give it a more luxurious feel." Akira was standing beside Jin and showing him the proposed layout for the lobby renovations. She was slightly bent over, her right hand placed on the edge of his table while her other hand was pointing on the layout. Jin couldn't concentrate. He could smell her perfume and her voice was a sweet, lulling tone that made him question more if it was real or not. Her arm brushed his hand, with Jin letting out a quiet sigh as he accepted that it was indeed her. He sneaked glances at her, feeling his body turn hot at the mere sight of her wearing a sleek and fitting knee-length, sleeveless A-line dress in white with a scoop-neck neckline, with simple pearls and black, pointy stilettos. He had never imagined the girl he loved transform into such a beautiful woman. Jin wanted to place a hand on her back and hold her in his arms, but he maintained control and not let his emotions take over. Akira seemed to be unperturbed by his hidden glances and continued to explain the concept she had planned. Jin watched her, listened to her and took all that she said, yet he couldn't seem to focus on the present. It felt like he was in a dream, but when her arm brushed his hand again as she pointed to design considerations on the layout, happiness would outweigh the dream sequence in his thoughts. She was indeed really there. "It's the same as before... It's the same as ten years ago...", said Jin in his mind, glancing up to see Akira's profile. "She's still as beautiful as I remember and I just can't believe she's here with me now after all those lonely years.." Despite the fact her hair was shorter now and just raked her collarbone, her darling waves framed her face beautifully and emphasized her amber eyes more. It was like ten years ago, and both of them just grew older and matured; but they were both still the same... or maybe, Jin was the only one who was still the same. Jin was going ballistic inside from all this and from how Akira was being towards him. Really? Akira calling him "Mr. Aizawa?". With their past, surely they should be WAY past the formalities now, right? They parted as lovers so how come it's as if they mere acquaintances now? "...I would suggest subtle leathers or satins to decrease the stiffening ambiance and to---" Akira noticed Jin looking at her. "Is.... is there something wrong, Mr. Aizawa?", she asked him, looking curiously back at him. Jin snapped out of it, cleared his throat and shook his head, a little laugh escaping him to dispel his thoughts. "So sorry.. I was quite taken by your eyes. They are like the sun, warm and just inviting. So... Leathers or satins, you say? I am not overly familiar with fabrics and textile, but I am liking your proposal, Akira." He gave her a smile and she returned it warmly, making his heart beat faster. Akira tilted her head and gave a cordial nod. "That is a pleasant thing to say, Mr. Aizawa. Thank you." She then looked away and her eyes wavered to the layout before them. "Someone used to tell me my eyes remind me of the sun...", she said in a quiet voice, her eyes slowly looking once more at him. Jin's eyes grew wide, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair tighter as Akira looked back at him in a nostalgic smile. Jin felt his insides churn. Maybe now they're going to open the part where in they will be happy to see each other again. The day will end in a passionate embrace with them reaffirming their love to one another. "But I was told he had gone and was never heard from again. Truth be told, I never remembered anything else... maybe it was just my imagination, but it couldn't be, otherwise I won't be having bittersweet emotions because of it." Jin died and was sent back to earth in an instant. Hearing her say such things... Standing up, Jin eyed Akira in disbelief. "But-- but, Akira, surely you know why he left, right? He told you he had to! I mean, I told you I was going to be studying abroad! I tried and tried to reach you but I couldn't and I searched for you all this time!!" Jin took her by her wrists, seeing Akira look shocked at how he was now holding her. "You're here now with me and I--" Akira frowned in confusion. "What? Mr. Aizawa, I don't understand. What do you mean 'you'??!! What are you---" The door to Jin's office suddenly opened and in came Kuniko Oda. Both Jin and Akira looked at her unaffectedly at first, with the former contorting his face in anger the moment he saw her. He dirtily gave Kuniko a glare, and Kuniko's own eyes darted to Akira's, with Akira looking from Jin to Kuniko over and over again. It was an awkward situation. "TOYUTOMA!", roared Jin, accompanied with a heavy hand on his table, making Kuniko flinch; Akira, on the other hand, was just quietly making her way back to her things. Jin's assistant, the nerdy Toyutoma peeked his head in looking pale. "S-Sir?", he quivered, looking fearfully at Jin. "Toyutoma! Didn't I say to hold all calls, meetings and visits until I finish my meeting with--" "Jin, baby, I came on my own and Toyutoma stopped me since you did say you were busy." Kuniko threw her Chanel purse on the couch, gesturing for Toyutoma to close the door. "I don't like you telling people off and you trying hard to keep me away from you." Kuniko went over to Jin and was about to kiss him, when Jin turned his head to the side, meeting Akira's eyes. Akira simply gave a wry, timid smile and slung her tote bag on her shoulders. Jin pushed Kuniko away and walked toward Akira, the look in his eyes saying he didn't want her to go. He'd looked for her for how many years now.. He can't simply let go of her now, can he? Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Akira, we're not done yet. We haven't discussed the flooring and---" Akira glanced at Kuniko who was glaring behind Jin. Her eyes were lashing daggers at her. "I am so sorry, Mr. Aizawa but thing is I think I might have overstepped my welcome and I will just come back another time." Jin was about to protest when Kuniko stopped him by wrapping an arm around him. She threw a nasty glare at Akira. "Be on your way then. You're not being paid to linger on your work hours." She eyed Akira dirtily, who only looked back at her with a scowl. "Uh... If you are implying that I am doing something else aside from my job on work hours, don't." Akira turned her heel and was about to reach for the door, when she was spun around and dark brown eyes met her gaze. "JIN! What are you doing?!" Jin apparently had wrenched himself out of Kuniko's grasp and grabbed Akira by the arm. "Akira... Akira please... Don't say you don't remember.. Don't say you cannot recall..", he quietly pleaded to her. "Please...." Akira was baffled. Her amber eyes simply stared at him, lost for words at what he'd said. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked to her side. "I.... I'm sorry... but I am not sure what I am to remember, Mr. Aizawa... I'm very sorry..", she muttered. With a last bow, she went on ahead and left, the sound of the door's click the only thing heard after her wake. Jin was blankly staring at his door. "It's her... It's really her...", he mumbled, his eyes misting over. His heart was beating the way it was tears ago, all for the same girl with the amber eyes and radiant smile. Having her touch him and their eyes meeting, he couldn't get over quickly. Jin is finally with Akira once more... ...but how is it she doesn't know him? "Who? What do you mean?", Kuniko went to him and took his face in her hands. "JIN! Who is she?!!" "Akira... My Akira...", Jin looked at Kuniko, and he got more and more repulsed when he saw that she was touching him. He pushed her away, looking bewilderedly as he made his way to his mini-bar. Taking a can of beer from his fridge, he opened it and the alcohol fizzed out. Jin watched it brim the sides before taking a sip, however, it was wedged out of his hands. Kuniko took the can and threw it on the couch, the beer spilling on the cushions and the pillows. "What the fuck are you doing?", asked Jin angrily. "If this is the only way for you to notice me and talk to me, I'll do it!", Kuniko looked near tears. "Is she.... Is she really Akira?" Jin scoffed. Shaking his head, he turned around. He walked back to his desk and sat down, surprised that Akira had left the layout on his desk. He thought for a moment, eyes glancing at Kuniko who was near tears, before shoving the hardbound proposal in his bag. "Tell me, is she?" "Yes." Kuniko tearfully looked at Jin. "How could you say something like that and not even feel guilty...?" Jin just returned her gaze with a cold one. "Because it's easy." Kuniko started taking off her clothes before him, but Jin was unaffected. He just stared. "What are you doing?" "I want you to desire me and love me." She now stood bare and naked before him, but Jin simply laughed insultingly at her. "That's not gonna happen," he said. "You're nothing to me but a slut." Jin stood up, took his bag and passed by Kuniko who grabbed him. She embraced him and tugged on his clothes. "JIN, PLEASE!!! I gave you all of me and left nothing for myself!!!", Kuniko tried to kiss Jin, but he simply averted his head as he pushed her away again. She fell to the floor, ragged sobs escaping her. "I love you, Jin... I always have!!!! Why can't it be me?! Why does it have to be that woman who's years too late??!!, she cried, holding on to Jin's pants leg. "She left you and she doesn't even show any hint of your past!" "But it doesn't mean she no longer loves me... I know her too well that she speaks to me through her eyes." Jin looked down at her. "You're nothing to me, Kuniko. Stop playing games and grow up. You consented sex with me, that's all. There were no talks of love or anything else like that between us." He took a step and Jin simply looked more hard-faced now. "Now that she's here, I have no use for you anymore. Put on your clothes and get the hell out of my office. Find a new toy to play with. There are a lot of them desperate enough to fuck you anyway. You won't get scarce," he told her, and finally left Kuniko to dress herself as she wept raggedly. He didn't bat an eyelash and went on his way, his face serious and unconcerned with everyone in his office who heard their argument. It was a different story once he got in his car. That was the only place he let his tears flow as he drove, hoping to understand soon how Akira couldn't remember him. Somewhere in those amber eyes, there is still a place in her for him. Jin knew her so well. He knew how she'd often leave her things behind when she wanted him to find her. Find her? "I'll chase you forever if I have to, Akira...", he determinedly told himself, as he sped on from his office and to her design firm.

Chasing Memories - Jin Aizawa: Present Present day Azabu... "Mr. Aizawa, the head of the company would want to see you next Monday," "Schedule it 2 PM." "Okay and Ms. Kuniko called to tell you that she wants to see you tonight," "Call her back and say 7PM." "Yes sir." "Anything else?" "Oh, none. I'll leave you to your work now, excuse me." Jin watched his nerdy assistant leave his office before resuming his paperwork. It's been two years since he took over the IT company his father built from the ground up. Aizawa Tech Industries have been the leading IT conglomerate in Japan for almost a decade now, and Jin is finally spearheading the company years after his father retired. Jin Aizawa is now 28, young, rich and very much driven to surpass what his father had done. He was steadfast, very serious and does not fool around with anyone in his office. His own employees are scared of him, but their respect towards him is immense as compared to his tyrant father, Jin was supremely benevolent, except when they don't do their jobs the way Jin wanted. It's been long since Jin left Okinawa and never had the time to return since he studied college in the UK and came back several years ago. Oftentimes he'd wonder if his old neighborhood was still the same; if the usual neighbors who usually paid his mother a visit were still there or even alive, if his old school was still even the same, if the old man he used to play pranks on was still breathing.... ...or if his mother and a certain someone was still there. With a sigh, Jin leaned back on his leather swivel chair, the one his father usually sat on and looked up at the ceiling. "Akira...", he whispered to himself. Jin held his phone in his hand and opened a secret folder app. In one folder contained photos of him and a very pretty girl with kohl brown hair, cat-like amber eyes, red lips and light freckles on the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Jin stared at the photos intently, swiping each and remembering the memories that came along with them. He could feel a dull pain within his chest and he closed the app immediately, looking at his home screen photo of a necklace with an eight pendant in gold. "I wonder if you are still wearing it..", said Jin, only to be disrupted out of his thoughts when his phone rang. The call was from Kuniko Oda, his.... he doesn't even know what they are. "Do you like seeing me like this? Dirty and pretty horny?" Jin was laying on his back, watching Kuniko ride him like a horse. Breasts bouncing and her hips grinding, she looked down at Jin lewdly and he merely stared back, looking as if his mind was somewhere else. Kuniko stopped humping him, aware of what's going on. "Why did you stop?", asked Jin, placing his hands on her hips and making her body grind itself on his manhood. Kuniko allowed herself to be used by Jin, however, even though she was flushed from their sex, the disappointment on her face was evident. "It's that woman again, isn't it?", she panted, leaning her torso on his. "The one with the amber eyes." Jin didn't answer but started to fuck her with her on top as he moved his hips. Clapping noises accompanied with Kuniko's moans and Jin's feeble grunts were heard all throughout the hotel room, however, Kuniko tried to wedge herself from Jin's pummeling. "No-- Jin, stop-- talk to me--" "What the hell do you want? I'm fucking you right now and you want to talk?" "Who is that woman anyway?? Why is it you're not interested in me-- in our sex and well, me??" Jin turned Kuniko on her back and thrust into her missionary-style, holding her legs up his arms. The bed rocked backed and forth slightly as Jin moved and Kuniko's questioning was drowned out. "Aren't you satisfied to have my cock ram you over and over right now that you demand more from what I am giving you now?", asked Jin, sweat trickling down his face. "B--But-- I want to be more than sex to you. Jin, you haven't even kissed me ever since we met! Whenever I try, you always look away or walk away from me then kick me out of your apartment!", panted Kuniko. "I'm cumming--" Jin felt himself cumming too. "I told you I don't want any emotional bullshit troubling me, Kuniko. Why is that so hard to understand?" Jin then grunted, released his load into Kuniko and she came too, shuddering underneath him. He pulled out from her, carefully removed the condom he had on and threw it in the bathroom, emerging wearing a robe after a quick bath. Kuniko watched Jin dry himself and dress up. They met at a company party and his father was personally the one who introduced Kuniko to Jin. Her father is his father's partner in business and obviously, an arranged marriage was in place, however, since Jin's father already retired, the arrangement was no longer taken into account since Jin immediately took over. Kuniko usually went to Jin, waiting for him at work and even just waiting for him at the restaurant where he usually ate. Since then, people have mistaken them for an item, but Jin didn't really care. Not even bothering to clarify the gossip that was circulating about them, he simply just didn't show any interest, where as Kuniko was all over him, parading Jin as her boyfriend but knew as well he didn't favor her. The fact she's being affiliated with one of the richest and most successful bachelors in Azabu was a prestige and Kuniko wanted Jin to herself by agreeing to give him sex whenever he felt it. To Jin, Kuniko is a good lay, but his feelings wouldn't dare show interest in someone like her. She was just someone he'll use to get the fuck feelings out of his system, however he wasn't after anything else. Kuniko got up naked from the bed, walked over to Jin and embraced him from behind. "Please Jin... It's unfair. All the men who are after me, I turned them all down for you...", she wheedled. Jin didn't show any emotion on his face as he buttoned his shirt in front of the mirror. He extricated himself from Kuniko's embrace without saying anything, but she just followed him, looking clearly upset. "Jin! Please!! Why can't it be me???" Jin put on his shoes and put on his blazer. He gave Kuniko a cold glance. "Why? Because you're nothing to me. You're just someone who keeps me company in bed for a few hours. Do you think you deserve to be taken seriously by me?", said Jin, taking his phone and pocketing it. "You to me are nothing but a common slut, but in your case, you just happen to be rich. If you want a man to take you seriously, find someone else." Jin walked past her, but Kuniko ran to him, tears trickling down her cheeks as she embraced him from behind, stopping Jin from leaving her. "It's her, right?? That woman? Please Jin, we've been through this before! I love you! This is how it's always been! You fucking me then leaving me alone in this cold room! You don't even want to try to have something with me!" Kuniko made Jin face her, and all she saw in his dark brown eyes were nothing but cold and no sliver of warmth at all. "Please Jin... Love me... You used my body over and over again and I let you because I love you...", she muttered, cupping the sides of his face in her hands. She tiptoed and leaned in to kiss him, but Jin didn't let her. Jin took her wrists and lowered her hands, averting his face from hers. "Idiot." "W--what.??" Jin felt disgust overrule him and he just narrowed his eyes at Kuniko. He knew how much she loved him, but he hardly felt anything for her. She was nothing to him but a means to put an end to his bodily urges when it hits. Their sex was great, but Jin hardly felt satisfied. "I don't love you. You're nothing to me. And yes, it's that woman; it has always been her, and it will ONLY be her, Kuniko. Until I find her again, you will just serve as some toy for me to use." Jin scoffed at Kuniko. "I have made myself clear before that you cannot kiss me, and I do believe I did make myself clear on that right? Look, if you still want me to see you, stop demanding when you are not even in the place to do so." As he let her go, he looked at her before going out the door. "That woman was made for me, Kuniko. She is the one who will only have all of me. Save yourself and learn. That woman is the only one I want--" "BUT YOU HAVEN'T EVEN FOUND HER YET!", screamed Kuniko in frustration. "What makes you so sure she's still alive??!!!" Jin opened the door and listened to Kuniko's ragged sobs. "I don't care. She's out there and I know she's waiting for me too. We belong together and I know she is waiting for me." Kuniko felt her heart sink. "Am I not worthy enough?" Jin didn't show any other emotion. "You are not what I want. I hope you understand. You're really nothing to me but some play thing." Jin left the hotel room and could hear faint sobs coming from where he came from. There was no guilt nor any regret, not even a trace of conscience etched on his handsome features. The drive back to his home was blank, as he only had feeble hopes in his heart that somewhere, Akira might also be wondering where he is now. Jin placed his phone on the dash and called a number, anxiety building in his system. "Have you found anything?", he asked as soon as the number picked up. "Those are all her details so I think you should be able to--" "Mr. Aizawa.... Are you sure of the name? Akira Gojo?" "Yes. Why the hell wouldn't I be?" This can't be good, thought Jin. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, he felt his insides constrict. Why the sudden question? He had hired one of the best investigators in Azabu and paid good money to track down Akira's whereabouts, however, hearing the investigator sound unsure was a bad sign. On the other line, he heard some rustling of papers and a sigh. "I managed to only retrieve few information about the person you are looking for," "That's good then, even if it's few." "The last record of her in Okinawa was a hospital--" "Wait-- a hospital??" "Er, yes. A hospital record." Jin felt the anxiety worsen now. His insides started to churn. Hospital record, huh? That can't be good. "Could it be.... a pregnancy or she gave birth or something?", Jin asked though he didn't like it. It's been years anyway, so probably Akira met someone there and already started a family. But Jin knew Akira too well. Both of them believed they were made for each other. It took a while before the investigator answered. "She was confined after an accident. I have in my possession her hospital records, but the Okinawan statistics office couldn't produce any other records of her." "Did you ask the hospital what had happened?" "The doctors and nurses who watched her were mum and told me they couldn't disclose information, however," Jin finally arrived at his apartment and got out of his car. He knew at some point he will be needing a beer after. "The janitor told me that after a visit from a man while she was confined, Akira suddenly disappeared the next day and was never heard from again."

Chasing Memories - Prologue "Stop giving me that bullshit! I don't want to hear it!" "We can't just say it's going to work for us when we both know it never will!" Jin followed Akira down the street, looking incredibly pissed. All these blissful months into their blossoming relationship and now they're left with a day before Jin had to leave abroad. It was already starting to get dark and thunder boomed in the distance. "Akira, listen! You're not making this any easier! Do you think I want to go?? Akira--LISTEN TO ME!" Jin grabbed Akira's arm and pulled her to face him, and what he saw only made him wish to stay longer. Akira was in tears, looking at him sadly, her amber eyes glowing morosely as tears streamed down her face. He knew it was rare for Akira to cry as he knew the strength it took for her to let go of the tears. Jin wanted to take them all away and no longer make it hurt for her. "Jin... Let's stop this now and forget all this. It's not going to do us any good. The only thing that will come out from this is you being somewhere far and moving on with #life.." The rain now poured over their heads heavily, that afternoon, reflecting their feelings as their parting came closer. Akira and Jin stood under the rain that summer afternoon, trying to fight the tears and not wanting to say goodbye, but they had to. "Akira, don't make it hard for me to leave," said Jin, holding her hand gently in his. "It'll never be hard for you... You're the one who is leaving.. I am the one left behind to grieve over what we couldn't continue.", said Akira. The rain became stronger and neither of them moved from the spot before the church where they first met. The cherry blossom trees that lined the church's pathway that hung its' looming branches above them barely protected them from the rain and the cold wind. Nothing ever could that moment. Jin held her hand tighter as he saw a car from a distance. It was none other than his father come to fetch him. Jin closed his eyes, hoping his own tears mingled with the rain on his face and that Akira would never know. His dark eyes met Akira's in a determined gaze. "Wait for me. I shall come back no matter what." Looking up at the cross on the church, Jin eyed the cross and said a silent prayer in his mind. He prayed to protect Akira all the time and to never let her forget him. He then pulled his 8-shaped pendant necklace and placed it in her hand. "This will lead me back to you. You see there are no ends. That will always be my feelings for you, Akira." Akira looked at it and clasped it to her chest. "Jin... You don't have to give me this... I know this means much to you..", she muttered. "Not as much as you matter to me...", said Jin, embracing her tightly. He let her go, looked deep into her eyes and tenderly said, "I... I have always loved you despite all and everything, Akira." The car pulled over by them and Jin gave Akira a gentle kiss on her lips before going in, leaving her under the rain with a promise of his return. Only, Akira will never remember it long enough as an accident wiped Jin out of her #life in an instant.