“Why not?” You asked yourself, turning right and facing the door marked ‘4’. The door itself was unmarked, no dints or corrosions in the plaster work. Shrugging it off, you pushed down the handle attentively, letting the light from the hallway seep into the darkened room. Saying that, there were a few sources of flickering light coming from the hanging lanterns in the corners of the room; a red lava lamp bubbling silently on top of the drawers in its calming way. There was a Japanese futon lying askew in the middle of the area; a pattern of lotus flowers flowing up the side in an embroidered subtleness. The walls were painted a deep shade of red, almost maroon, the ceiling a dull creamy white, although it did look a lot darker than it probably was, due to the wavering light emanating from the lava lamp and lanterns.

“Who’s room is this?” There was nothing significant indicating whose room it was, and you tried to sort out the possible candidates. “Not Aoba’s, no way; there’s no blue in here. Clear? Doubt it. I don’t think its Noiz’s or Mizuki’s so... Koujaku’s?”

“Yes my lady?” You spun around so fast the rug underneath your feet twisted and crumpled, wrapping itself around your feet like a snake. With a little squeak of surprise you stumbled and tripped, falling towards the door with gaining velocity. You quickly extended your arms for support, but before you hit the ground two strong hands grabbed your forearms and swung you around, so you fell with your back against his chest and arms crossed against your navel. It took a few seconds for you to regain your breath and fully understand what just occurred; since being pressed against someone’s abs wasn’t something that popped up in everyday life. At least, not on this out-of-place island.

“K-Koujaku? Can you let go of me now?”

“Very well.” He released your arms, steadying you as you retrieved the dignity to stand upright without slipping. You looked down at the rug, which was scrunched up in a creased catastrophe.

“Sorry about ruining your rug Koujaku. I’ll straighten it out...” You paused when you saw his humorous gaze fixed on you, a gentle laugh escaping from his lips.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” You were puzzled, caught off guard by the man’s unorthodox question. Taking in your puzzled expression, he sighed good-naturedly and gestured with a sway of his arm, your costume. You remembered with a blush that you were still wearing that ridiculous outfit from earlier. Koujaku winked flirtatiously and said: “I don’t think you want to bend over in that.”

“S-Shut up!” You replied quickly, your blush slyly creeping across your cheeks in a vivid red.

“You almost match the walls now.” Koujaku stated simply, grinning like a young, eccentric child. You began to stutter your resignation, when suddenly something clicked into place.

“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?" Koujaku laughed in response, his crimson eyes glittering with his shameless jokes. You huffed in embarrassment, pouting and crossing your arms in a mock tantrum. How could you be angry at this dude anyway?

“Okay, I’ll stop teasing you. But you just look so cute when you blush.” He sighed and gazed at you gently, his entrancing eyes capturing you in his gaze. Somehow you got the sense that the mysterious man had something more on his mind. “There was something I wanted to say... (name)?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. Go ahead.” His statement snapped you from your daydreaming, and you noted there was a slight tint of pink adorning his cheeks. He took one step forwards, his long fringe swaying in a handsome way; a slight smile accentuating his masculine features.

“You’re so beautiful...” He was a few steps away, but he extended one arm and brushed a stray hair from your face. You felt your stomach flip, a lump rising in your throat. Koujaku drew his face closer, his breath tickling your ear and making ripples run through your body. “I think I- like you...”

“... K-Koujaku?” The blushing hair dresser leaned backwards slightly, placing a trail of kisses down your neck in swirling tingles of pleasure. You suppressed a little moan in the back of your throat; not wanting to be overthrown so easily by the suave raven haired man. He left one final kiss on your collarbone with a warm breath, before drawing back to his full height, smiling down at you with a soft gaze. A pale blush was splashed across his tanned cheeks; making him look tantalizing and dare you think it, seductive.

“(name) I don’t know quite how to put it into words but... I like you. A lot. Ever since you walked in that door after the show, you were just so beautiful, sweet, protective of your friend; but fun-loving, and daring enough to play our little games. In the short time I’ve known you; I think I’ve fallen for you.”

“Koujaku... I- I don’t know what to say...”

“You don’t have to say anything. I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I couldn’t carry on without telling you. If you don’t feel the same way... I- I understand.” Koujaku looked heart-broken, but he smiled and tried to shrug it off; even though his smile was obviously forced. He turned away, walking towards the door with a miserable shuffle. Your heart twisted painfully, aching with shame; ‘I didn’t mean it like that! Don’t go!’ With a sudden surge of fear –of losing him- you reached out and grabbed the hem of his kimono; gently stopping him from walking away. You heard him grunt in surprise, but he didn’t try to pull away.

“Don’t go Koujaku, please? I do feel the same way, so don’t leave.” You begged, feeling tears form on your lashes; but you weren’t quite sure why. Koujaku was silent for a few seconds, but he spun around in a flash and pushed you against the wall; his arm by your head, his other hand pinning your wrist to the wall. You felt yourself turn crimson, but it was mirrored by Koujaku, although you hoped you weren’t blushing that heavily. It wasn’t even that bad of a position, considering what else he could’ve done... Koujaku lowered his head and moving closer to kiss you, his lips meeting your own with a passionate spark. You were locked together until you had to pull away for air, your eyes meeting with a lustful tone; his crimson gaze seeming to draw out your innermost desires. Koujaku suddenly pulled you to the floor, laying you on your back with your stomach and chest exposed.

“Ah! Koujaku! What are you-?” Your question was cut off when Koujaku gently began to nibble on your ear lobe, which was, strangely enough, enticing. He began to trace the line of your bodice, before undoing the laces and discarding it completely. He began to massage your left breast while sucking on the skin of your collarbone, breaking the skin with his canines to form a delicate love bite. You moaned in response, your spine arching in pleasure as he squeezed your nipples; feeling your lower regions tense in unison. He pulled away, his ragged breathing matching your own; and with a jolt you noticed the bulge in his trousers. He shrugged off his kimono, alongside his trousers and boxers. Feeling somewhat awkward, you removed your skirt and leggings, a blush making you feel self-conscious. When you met Koujaku’s gaze again, a thin dribble of blood was running from his nostril, and internally you had a little panic attack.

“Koujaku! You’re bleeding!”

“What? Oh crap-” Koujaku quickly wiped away the blood and turned back to you with an apologetic stare. “Sorry (name) I don’t know how to explain it... It’s happened before, it’s just that I’m- kinda awkward about these things. It’s nothing to worry about!”

“’kay...” You couldn’t help remembering all those times in anime shows where boys burst out in a fountain of blood when they saw a hot girl or got super embarrassed. In real life it made you blush, hoping it didn’t make him feel too awkward. The raven-haired man looked downcast and faraway; and you saw his member still erect, and with a dirty thought, you led back down and moved into a seductive position. “Koujaku...”

“Ah! (name)? You don’t mind my-?”

“I only want you.” You interrupted, reassuring the unsteady man with a gentle smile. Koujaku positioned himself at your entrance, sparing you a concerned glance; to which you nodded in reply. His tip penetrated you insides, and you felt ripples of nerves electrify your body. He pushed more of himself inside, stopping every now and again to let you get accustomed to his size. When he was completely inside, he began to thrust gently, making you moan. He gradually sped up, repeatedly hitting you g-spot with a grunt; sweat breaking out on both your bodies as you both came closer to your climaxes. With a final thrust he came, his seed unloading into you; while your toes curled and you gripped the futons sheets, your walls contracting around his member, squeezing everything from him. After a few seconds of sighing and harsh breathing, he pulled himself out of you and rolled you over onto the futon; draping his kimono over your tingling body. You snuggled into his chest while he wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“(name)?”

“Hmmm?”

“Love you.”

“Obviously.” You replied cheekily, but felt too tired to open your eyes and meet the gaze of your crimson-eyed lover. With a faint, melodious laugh you felt him kiss your forehead and then rest back on the pillow; both of you falling into a blissful sleep, in each other’s embrace.