The Revealing....

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: Should Andrew want to post, he can. Otherwise, it's closed. :P

["Mitsuki, you okay? Hey Mitsuki!"]
"--yeah?"
["...are you okay?"]
"...yeah, I'm fine."]
{"Let her be, Drew."}

Reita was being especially careful not to say the name 'Andrew' in front of Mitsuki, mostly because she had not been herself lately. At first, she was perfectly fine, or so appeared to be. She lived life by studying, training, and running. They were always constantly on the move, staying no longer than four days at one place. And even then, it was risking a lot. The last place they had gone was Utah, where Mitsuki had adopted a boy for a week. Not actually adopt, but she had been given the responsibility to take care of the child. Ever since then, she her mind had not been in the same spot. Something inside of her clicked and her thoughts were always in a constant scurry. Her older brother was now being more tender with her, as if she would break by a single touch. She wasn't PMSing, nor was she a time bomb ready to go off. But she couldn't stop thinking; it was restless. She could not sleep because of her thoughts, and so she didn't. She kept herself busy for the past two days, trying her best not to get lost in her thoughts, but often she would find herself thinking too hard to the point where her brain might...

"You guys go on ahead. I'll follow behind in the other car."

They understood that she wanted to be alone, so they complied. At this point, they let Mitsuki do almost anything she wanted, no questions asked. They knew how much it broke her to leave her school, her life. They thought she had been prepared for this, but no one considered that maybe she would have gotten attached to things back in California.

Andrew left first to get inside the car, leaving the two siblings to be. Reita surprised her by lacing his arms around her in an embrace, knowing already beforehand what was going to happen before even she did.

{"Please. Return to me safely."}
"Of course, Reita."

But at that time, she did not understand what he meant. Return to him safely? She would always be with him; they needed her as much as she needed them. Did he mean that some sort of danger was on the way? Regardless. They left together, Mitsuki in her car, Reita and Andrew in the other. She followed them closely behind, allowing herself to get lost in her thoughts once more.

Andrew Black. Moved on? How's life? The job? The old apartment. His house. His counterpart. The school. The pillars. Andrew Black. The eyes. His anger. Resentment? Forgiveness. Questions. What if?

Andrew Black.

Their place.

And slowly, she found herself lagging behind Reita's car, and knew what she had to do to clear herself of all this confusion and unwanted lingering thoughts. She turned her car around and headed in the opposite direction, not even thinking of how Drew would react when he realized that Mitsuki's car was no longer following theirs. The only thing in mind was how to get to California from her current place of location.

Seven hours later, she found herself in that field. Car was parked and she walked straight toward the 'that' tree, and leaned against it. California was known for it's warm weathers. Rarely did it ever get cold, but because it was, what? Almost eleven pm and the sun down? It got chilly.

Over 36 hours of no sleep. She was...

She found herself falling asleep without really thinking about anything. Maybe she had been right to stop by this place for a quick moment... Maybe....

Later.

She thought, exhaling.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew looked up, showering himself with glass, the small pieces of refined sand hitting him softly, the window above breaking soundlessly. He held, gently, softly, both hands, a gun, Desert Eagle, the use of which had been indefinitely postponed. He sighed calmly, quelling his anger beneath a firestorm of guilt and pain. He felt nothing these days, always walking in a haze, never truly hunting for the challenge he had once sought, instead looking continuously toward the past, always dwelling in dark thoughts. He walked, a man jumping out at him. Andrew fired. Straight in the head the bullet went, the man going completely unconscious. Rubber bullets. Thats all he used. He was fighting men who had attempted to mug him, and with that last shot, had downed his final adversary.

He sighed, spinning the guns in his hands and landing them clean in their holsters. He grew tired of this. Tired of always questioning himself, tired of the nights spent, leaning over his desk, writing, drawing, constantly scattering his memories to the wind and looking through them, as though a movie. He had dreams in the day, dreams of a girl who had taken his humanity. Some may feel that devoting yourself to someone so completely wasn't smart, that it was boring, lunacy. He disagreed. He, when in love, fell hard, and now he knew it. He didn't know if he could ever love another person again. He would have to move on, someday, or perish, but he wanted to keep her there for a little longer, to remember her for a little longer...

He pulled open the door to his car, slamming it shut behind him. Placing the car in reverse, he drove backward, his car hitting a bump (a body) and continuing to hold the head of a hobo in his side rear window. He slammed the break, spinning the car around, the body detaching from his window and flying off behind him as his tired tore up earth. On his eyes, his glasses. He had begun to wear them again, after that day where he massacred the boy in the hall. Having them off constantly reminded himself of her, and he couldn't bear the agony. He didn't pay attention to where he drove, instead heading off in a random direction, the highway meeting his tires like a long lost friend.

He awoke from his daze some moments later, his eyes glancing about him. He was driving down an eerily familiar path, one that haunted him always. This is where his subconscious had decided to bring him. He pulled into the Field, eyes merely glancing over the perfect replica of Mitsuki's Car. He got out, merely walking by it without even a comment- it wasn't the first time he had seen her car, his nightmares haunting him, sometimes coming to life before his waking eyes. He headed up the trail that only he knew of, ignoring the footprints that were buried beneath his own. He walked on, coming to the circle of stones and walking past, eyes finally falling on the peaceful, clear blue lake.

Their spot.

He fell back, leaning against a stone, taking a deep, shaky breath. Then, his eyes caught feet, his gaze traveling to the tree where...His eyebrows drew down. She looked like Mitsuki. Once again, not that this was anything new. He nearly gasped when her face turned toward him in her sleep. What? His mind couldn't work it out. He knew, then. He was hallucinating. He calmed himself, letting out a sad sigh. He hadn't gotten to the point where they would stay in his eyes, where they would be there always. Most of the time, they were just fleeting, but this... This image was almost perfectly flawless, and that he had not yet seen. He walked over, the grass moving softly under his feet as he too a seat beside her, his movements stealthy as he leaned his head against the same tree.

He reached out, almost unsure, not knowing whether the image would disappear, and he knew thats not what he wanted. But... He just couldn't make sense of it. She looked so perfect...His hand went out, his feelings almost building inside him as he prepared to see his hand pass right through her.

His fingers felt her hair.

His eyes went wide, his mouth opening gently.

"Mitsuki..."

[Mitsuki Park]

His footsteps when he first entered had stirred the young girl. It should have been enough to waken her from her sleep, but she had to remind herself multiple things. For the first part, the gang members would not know that she was back in California. It would be at least a couple of days before they realized she and Reita went their separate ways, and of course, the first place they would look would be California. The next thing she had to keep in mind was that Andrew had specifically told her that this was their place. Even if he did get a new girlfriend, she didn't think that he would bring the girl here...but what if someone happened to stumble upon the area? That person would be of no threat to her, with her weapons concealed underneath her clothing. So without a fight, she easily fell back into a deep slumber, though her wrists twitched with anticipation.

Battle instinct.

And the next thing she knew, her eyes had snapped open, hands moving without much thought. She felt a certain brush through her hair, knowing that it could have been a bug. She would have abruptly sat up, hand grasping against the wrist of the one who had dared to touch her, while the other hand revealed a sharp silver object ready to plunge into--

She dropped her arm, her hand pulling back from his wrist as if...

"An..."

She couldn't say it. What if this was all a dream? She was not used to said dreams. Often she would wake up more confused and dazed than ever, which worried her elder brother. Her eyes peeled away from Andrew and stared at the knife she was holding. She wouldn't dare hurt Andrew, even if he was a dream, but instead, she slid the weapon across one of her fingers and waited. There was blood, there was a small stinging pain, which should have meant that this wasn't a dream, but...

She looked up, a still look on her face.

"You're not real," she whispered.

[Tyr Odinson]

The first thought- Startling surprise. The second thought- Overwhelming joy. She was alive. He wanted to grasp her in his arms, touch her, hold her, make sure this wasn't some sick, twisted memory coming alive before his eyes. He didn't move when she grasped his wrist- at that point he knew, without a doubt, that she was real, since dreams couldn't touch and speak like she did.

He stared at her, his face gone suddenly blank as she stated he wasn't real. His eyebrows drew down slightly, his mind sorting through everything that came crushing around him. Mitsuki Park was alive, her eyes boring into to the shades that were over his eyes. He could come to terms with that. Some small part of him had always known...he spoke. "I...I am..." He breathed deep, brushing her hair away from her eyes as he looked full into her beautiful face. He opened his mouth to speak, then he paused, his mind going through everything that had happened, his mouth closing.

The final feeling. Unexpected, overshadowing the others. A feeling in his chest which he did not openly welcome.

Anger.

He clenched his teeth, grinding them with his mouth closed as he tried to gain control. She was alive, and she didn't tell him? She didn't come to the one person who she had given herself to? Why? Why?

"Why?"

His voice was layered with anger, though soft, showing how deep this feeling began to root itself inside him. He stared down at her, coming to his feet as his hands, bearing the traditional fingerless gloves, clenched.

"Why didn't you tell me you were alive?" His mind was in pain over it, a feeling of betrayal welling in and mixing with his anger, only making this worse on himself. He had killed because she had died. He had broken his word to her, rededicating his promise after their death. He had torn himself up inside because of her, given up on his dreams, his ambition- all because it meant nothing next to his want for this girl. Then, months later, he finds her alive? Living well as if nothing had happened? He just continued to stare,a hostile aura coming from his body. She said she loved him, then left without a word? Why? She thought it might put him in danger? Didn't want to risk it? His house was a fortress, layered with weapons always at the ready. There was no risk for him. None too great for her.

She could have said something. She didn't. He began to feel like... Like maybe he never meant anything to her after all. Like maybe it was all just a passing fancy for her, something to get by on and leave in the dust of her past should she have to.

He continued to stare, his body squared, his eyes flashing beneath his shades.

[Mitsuki Park]

He was real. This was it. He touched her, and she whimpered silently; he was happy now, but eventually... And she assumed right. His question, his silent anger, standing above her, his fury, his aura. She was choking, she couldn't speak, too many thoughts running through her mind again. It wasn't a good idea to come back, she shouldn't have returned. Should have been patient with her endless thoughts. She didn't think that he would come here, today of all days, tonight of all times. She gasped, hands grasping her head, a huge migraine, unbelievably knocking against her head. She groaned, picking herself up to stand in front of him, to meet him face to face, eye to eye. Only she couldn't - he had his sunglasses on, didn't he?

"I-.." Mitsuki's hand was digging into her scalp over her ear.

If he saw her face clearly in the light, he would not see Mitsuki to be living as if 'nothing had happened'. There were cuts on her face, bruises on her neck, bandages on her arms. Escaping death numerous of times...you'd think she would have gone accustom to such attempts. But with every person comes different ideas, and the people after her and her brother were no ordinary Joe's. They were creative, and it took a whole lot of hours, disagreement and thought to think up of exit plans should something go wrong. Like for instance, should one member go missing, they have a meet up date at a certain location at a certain time. If that person doesn't show up at said place during a certain time limit, then you're either left behind or dead.

Once the migraine subsided, she spoke quietly, hand dropping to her side as she explained why she left him. Not for his safety. Not for her own safety. But...

"I thought...you would be better off thinking me dead...then knowing I was alive and in constant pain," she whispered. If she told him she was alive, he would worry about her. He could say that he knew she would be able to handle herself, but that would have been complete bullsh(t, and the proof was right in front of him. Look at her - a complete mess. If he said she would have been able to handle herself on her own, he was a fool. On multiple occasions both Drew and Reita had to save her ass, and she got to return the favor.

And if she told him she was alive...how would he know if she ever died? Would he continue to wait for her...and never move on?

"I'm not sorry for lying," Mitsuki whispered, eyes dropping, head following through, "Because I still think what I did was the best I could do."

Her heart was pounding in her ears. Fear...? Being pushed aside, anticipating rejection. Should he attack? She would not defend herself, though she did not believe she deserved any punishment. She was not sorry for lying, but.

"But I am sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for the pain I've caused, for the memories I left behind. I'm sorry for coming out of the blue, I'm sorry for creating such confusion," a short pause.

"And I'm sorry for not telling you that I love you before disappearing."

Maybe it was a memory fuzz, but Mitsuki could not recall telling him that she loved him in words. Perhaps through her actions...

She stepped away from him, looking up at his sunglasses before backing off to the car. She could not stay there any longer. Did she want to cry? Yes, but did the tears actually spill from her eyes? No. Was she angry? No; actually, she was feeling very empty at that moment, and she knew that it wasn't a good thing, because after a good nights sleep, she knew that all these emotions would come crashing down at her all at once. An unpleasant feeling, mind you.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew stared, waiting for her to speak, gathering his thoughts as she tried to explain. What she said calmed him slightly, his face going a little more slack though still etched with anger. She said she loved him, his heart leaping as she did so. How often had he heard her scream that in his dreams? Now she spoke it softly, letting him know his feelings weren't in vain. He watched as she tried to move away, His eyebrows drawing down as his fists, which had gone slack, went back once more into balled fists. Attack her? No, never. He wouldn't attack her unless she attacked him first- hell, even then he didn't think he could strike her. The only reason he had done so before was for the title, nothing more. He wouldn't hit her, the girl who held him, just because he was angry.

He walked forward. There was no way she was going to simply walk away this time. No, she wouldn't say her piece then leave. He grabbed her arm, turning her around softly.

"You could have told me. I would have gone with you. I wouldn't have left you a choice- even if you told me to stay i would have followed you. Mitsuki- i love you. I have from that moment in the alley. You have always captivated me and nothing would or could take me from your side." He gently brushed some hair from her face again. "Believing you were dead was the hardest thing Ive ever had to do. I cant describe what it felt like. And not....not..." He stared at her as his mouth went open, his breathing quickening. It seemed a dream, and no matter his anger his feelings could not be repressed. Andrew, not letting her get in a word edge-wise, did something she may or may not fight. If she tried to pull away he would let her... But... he needed it just once more.

He placed his hand on her lower back, his right hand going to the side of her neck as he pulled her in quickly,taking the goodbye kiss she never gave him. Should she return it, his heart, at connection, would begin pounding uncontrollably, his face flushing as he pulled away to look through the glass and deep into her eyes.

"Mitsuki... Don't leave me again..." He touched his fingertips to her cheek, stroking his thumb across it, the soft skin, slightly bruised with healing cuts tingling his thumb, his stomach going haywire. He would gently kiss her on the lips again.

"I will protect you...just...don't go..."

[Mitsuki Park]

How!? How could she take him with her knowing that he could potentially die in front of her?!! If he were in her position, would he have taken her along for the ride? No, he wouldn't have. People go through hard times to keep their loved ones safe, and in this case, it was leaving Andrew behind. To go with her, although they would be together, who knows? She was his ultimate weakness, and he, hers. But she felt a spark of hope inside of her, one she tried to kill once it ignited. She could not afford to have feelings anymore because in the end she would have to leave. Nothing would take him from her side? Was that a promise? If he died, then what is she to do? How would she live with herself, knowing that if he died, she would instantly regret taking him along for the ride.

She'd rather him hate her and live, than love her and stand by her side.

An arm slipped around her waist and she widened in eyes. His hand coming up to the side of her neck. She should have pulled away knowing what was coming up, but she didn't. Instead, she returned his kiss feverishly, while the small spark turned into flames. Her arms, which rested peacefully at her sides, slowly came up to grip his shoulders. A gentle touch across her face, another light kiss upon the lips.

It was not his touch that caused a tear to escape, but his words.

He was asking her not to leave him again, but... She had to. Reita and Drew were waiting for her, needed her to be by their side. They would potentially die without a third member, mostly because Mitsuki had skills and abilities that the other two did not have, but needed. And she in turn needed them. Drew, who was - is - her best friend, and Reita, her older brother. Andrew said he would protect her, but at what cost? Will her love be the death of him? And...

"Please... Don't make me choose," Mitsuki begged, the pain throbbing against her chest, "Andrew, I won't leave tonight, but I must return to my brother in at the very least a couple of days."

"I know that you can protect me. I want to stay..." If she was basing her actions on purely her wants, then she would have stayed behind with Andrew.

"But it's not about what I want anymore..." A pause.

She lifted her hand to touch the side of his face, a frown gracing her lightly trembling lips. "...please don't be angry," she uttered, "I love you, I do... I'm so sorry for not being a better girlfriend. I can't even promise to you that I'll return."

Because who knows? She could very well be dead the first day she leaves.

[Tyr Odinson]

He let her hands touch his face, his eyes looking to hers in question. He believed her, that she loved him, he also believed that she may want to stay. But it was other people who seemed to get in the way of them. He hated it. Hated that she always put everyone else above her wants. School Captain? It seemed like, to him, that she only kept the title for other people. She always seemed to be making others happy instead of herself. He hated it. He wanted her to be with him, to come back to school. He didnt care about danger- his life was spent in it. As long as he had her he would brave anything. He sighed, closing his eyes at the rejection. He didnt want to force her... He wanted her to choose it of her own free will.

"Okay. I want to be with you but i want you to be happy more, not dissatisfied with your visit."His mind was doing cartwheels. Two days? Three days? Thats all he had? His mind shot through a list of things he wanted to do with her, from the hilarious to the fun-filled to the sexual. He laughed a bit in his mind. Yeah right. He leaned against the car beside her, folding his arms across his chest before opening his mouth again. "Can you tell me what happened? Why you had to fake your death and leave?" He wanted the details not only to clear his own conscience, but because he planned on hunting the men for himself. He also planned on fighting Mitsuki while she was here- not for any sort of title, but for fun, and to test himself against the old School Captain once more, with everything he had, before he continued on. Plus, he thought it would be fun and interesting to play some mind games with her.

One moment- Combat. The next moment- A kiss/buttgrab/boobgrab.

Oh, he could already see the pain he was going to be inflicting on himself with that.

He smiled at the thought.

Leaning over, he would guide her body to stand in front of him, either facing outward toward the feild or facing toward himself- he just wanted contact with her body, her scent in his mind to be forever there. He felt whole again, like he had been half a man but was now back and with a fury. He felt all his courage, his will for the future, he felt it all. He wondered at his question, prepared for an answer, taking a tight reign on his anger before she explained.

[Mitsuki Park]

Of course he would want a full explanation, and he was entitled to get one. She settled herself against Andrew, back leaning against his chest as she stared out at the dark field in front of them. She could hardly see a thing, and she wondered how Andrew would react once he saw the flesh wounds and scars on her body, the bruises on her neck and the minor cuts and scrapes. Would he get angry once more, or simply worried? She hoped that neither would happen; that it would be merely a passing thought. She felt a tinge of fear, thinking that maybe Andrew might form some opinions about her. That she was dirty, no longer pure.

"I told you how a group of people are after me and my brother?" Mitsuki would say, a brief pause before she continued, "The one in charge had a son named Brian. He was the man on the message I left on your phone the day I 'died'."

Should she tell him everything? Or only things necessary for him to know? Her relationship with Brian was quite complicated. They held a certain amount of respect for each other, yet at the same time would use cheap shots on one another to become the victor. They were rivals, yes, but Brian would go to an all time extreme to take her down. There was a time when she ran into him at the beach. Nearly killed her if he didn't accidentally run into the knife she stuck out at him.

He also happens to be the one that raped her.

"Reita and Drew killed him," she said, referring to the last gunshot before the phone died on his message, "And then we ran. They took me to a close family friend's house and took care of my wounds, and I suppose you could say that's when we decided to finally - supposedly - end my life. We were hoping that my death would spread to Brian's father so that it would stall them for at least a couple of days, giving us a head start to run," and at that, Mitsuki shook her head.

"He's a smart man. Not even a full day later, the tires of Reita's car were slashed."

Reita had many connections, so when it came to expenses and needs, everything went smoothly.

"Brian was his eldest son and he thinks I'm responsible for his death. I don't know his name, where he's located... I just know he exists. It's not even just his group after us, but his alliances as well. We were going to escape the country and go to Japan, where the rest of my family resides, but we can't risk getting other people involved."

That, and Mitsuki did not want to leave Sikai in a cage at the bottom of the plane.

"It's been restless," she uttered quietly than normal, taking in low, deep breaths, "You never know when the next attack is, where the traps are, how the people think. They're all different, very creative..."

[Tyr Odinson]

His eyebrows drew down as he listened to her story. It was interesting- an underground syndicate with national power and wealth, spending so much time on one girl and her brother. He guessed there must be good enough reasons for it, since he himself was on the nations top one ten wanted list, though his picture was fuzzy and the name they had was Micheal Statton, effectively destroying any chance they had of finding him, at least currently. Plus, they searched worldwide, not within their own country. He put his hands in her front pockets, his chin on her shoulder as he spoke.

"Why would...why..." Andrew recorded everything in his mind, constantly and drastically aware of every word she said. Not just because he planned on hunting down the bastard and killing him, but because he was so inwardly ecstatic about her being there with him. His face, being so close to her own, noticed the dark and healing cut across her cheek in the moonlight, hence his reason for silence. He stared at it for a moment, then directed his eyes forward, anger churning once more in his stomach. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Listen... i... i can understand you wanting to keep things to yourself, but can i have a little more than that? Like, when did this start? What did you do to piss him off?"

He leaned back again, trying not to think about the small but rather shapely form pressed against his body- he hadnt even looked at a female like that since...well, since he was with her. And thats a long time for any man, especially when your suddenly introduced to it.

He shrugged.

"If you don't wanna say, thats fine. I'll just have to throw you in the pond. No biggie."

Was he serious?

Maybe.

His face showed nothing as he waited for a reply.

[Mitsuki Park]

Her face flushed a bit when his hands slipped into her pockets. It's not that she was embarrassed by it, nor was she uncomfortable; he just had a way with her where certain actions made her feel certain things. Things she obviously hadn't felt before, and so ended up terribly confused. Her face soon returned to it's normal color near instantly though as he began to talk. She could feel his breath, but she focused on his words. Of course. He would want to know more, wouldn't he? But just how much could she tell him without him going confused? How far back would she have to track? The very, very beginning? And where exactly would the very beginning just be?

"It's a hard decision. I don't think I would mind getting wet if you were in the pond with me," Mitsuki smirked, but she shouldn't be provoking him. She really could not go into the water because of her wounds that have yet to close properly, and if they were to get infected...

"My biological mother was the leader's first love. I could ask my blood parents for information, but then they would know of the predicament we're in and would get themselves involved. But things started noticeably going downhill when my oldest brother, JaeSuk, attempted to leave the gang he was in. Reita and I promised him that if we were recruited, we should decline," Mitsuki said, making it very brief, "They do not take kindly to the answer, 'no', especially from the Park family."

"My father stole my mother, my mother broke his heart, I broke his son (quite literally), Reita broke his expensive toys, Drew broke his closest people. And JaeSuk... He broke a lot of things," Mitsuki let out a soft, sad smile. "Brian was also the one who had taken advantage of my body when I was twelve." She was over it now, but she thought she should just let him know, that it was never really 'unknown' to Mitsuki. It's just that she kept hidden these memories from even herself so well...

"Do you realize how seductive you are without even trying to be?" Mitsuki questioned, an eye brow arching for some perhaps a lighter conversation.

[Tyr Odinson]

Hmmm... Rather interesting. So it was a family fued and had been going on for a long time. He had to commend Mitsuki's enemies though, they had a very good memory and extreme patience. Andrew had the memory, but he had no patience when it came to those sorts of things, and he would prove that by hunting down and killing the poor bastard who hunted her. She gave him enough information to go on, and he would happily use it to his advantage. He began thinking of where she might go once she left here- if she would move east or north or even flee the country. Andrew hoped she would stay, her didnt want he to leave America. That would mean he'd have to follow, since, now that he knew her to be alive, he could-

His eyebrow went up as she spoke of him being seductive. He never really thought of himself as such, but then again had never been with a girl he wanted to be with in that way, and therefore hadnt seen himself trying to be it. He couldnt help it- he smiled.

"I know! I cant even understand how your still in your clothes!" His voice held sarcasm and a joking tone, his mouth opening to continue. "But if you want it to stop, your gonna have to try your best to make me... Otherwise, i think i might just keep this up and have you in my bed tonight." Again, his voice held that same playful tone, though his face went a little red, his pulse slightly picking up. He knew that this might embarass her, and he meant it that way. As he said the word "tonight" he would reach down and grab her bottom, gently, laughing a little as he felt sure some kind of violent reaction was going to ensue.

Though he was playful, a part of his mind went over the changes in himself. He went back to normal as quick as that, his entire attitude and personality coming alive when around her. God, he had missed her. What she did to him was beyond anything he had ever heard happening with a man and woman before. He guessed that was one way he differed from his father- he could never imagine harming Mitsuki. He would die for her, without second thought. His mind began lingering on the feel of her bottom as he gave it a quick grab. Still the same beautifully shaped Mitsuki.

He held the smile on his face, and if Mitsuki looked at him in a shocked way, he would only wink and squeeze again, trying to goad and action from her.

[Mitsuki Park]

"Oh? And if I don't want you to stop?" Mitsuki would say with a light chuckle, her elbow jerking back against his gut. She couldn't have stopped it; he grabbed her ass and battle instinct told her to retaliate violently. Her elbow launched itself before Mitsuki even realized it, a low growl escaping her throat. He wanted to play dirty? She couldn't remember the last time he even had the guts to touch her. Well. Not if they weren't already intimate. Of course, not even a second after her elbow was launched, she twisted and turned her body so that her front side would be pressing agonizingly against his own, palms pressing down against his shoulder as she pinned him against the roof of her car. Her eye brow was arched as she lifted the upper half of her body away from his own and clicked her tongue.

"Naughty one, aren't you?" She uttered quietly, keeping her legs locked at his sides, straddling him. "I believe a punishment is in order..."

Question is, what should the punishment be?

Being completely honest here, Mitsuki had no idea what she was doing. She was flirting, yes, but without control. Her actions and words seemed to have escaped her before she even thought about it, which disgruntled the young girl. What was Andrew doing to her? Her palms kept firm at his shoulders, unsure of what to do next. Maybe if she just let herself do whatever without thought, she wouldn't be in this position. But what could happen if Mitsuki had no control scared her. One thing could lead to another, and she was sure if it was sexual, Andrew himself would also not hold back. She loved him, she really did. So why was she so afraid?

Maybe because...

No.

She mentally slapped herself.

Let's not think about that.

She looked down at Andrew, frowning because he had his shades on. She couldn't use her hands to get them off. She could use her mouth, but she decided not to, because... Well. Her face suddenly flushed.

"I swear your love will be the death of me."

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew didnt even notice the elbow as she brought it up to hit him, a slight grunt then chuckle coming from his lips as it connected. He should have expected that, but even if he did he wouldnt of stopped it. He wanted it to happen, he liked it when she was rough with him. He was about to begin tickling her from behind for the cheapshot, but she turned suddenly, pushing him down and pinning him to the car. He didnt resist, only laughing a little bit. The sound was unfamiliar to him, his voice having never made that sound in months upon months. He tried to keep his concentration off her body pressed against his own, instead bringing forward as much control as possible to keep himself in line. But... He didnt love to push his limits.

"Play dirty? Why, whatever do you mea- mmf" He would cut himself off, having faded out as he leaned up to kiss her neck, his hands grabbing her butt afterward, a little laugh coming from his lips. "Oh no, Ms. Park, PLEASE, dont PUNISH me!" His voice was thickly laid over with Sarcasm, his humor coming to the surface for the first time, even when around her. He felt strange, his thoughts taking him down a side of him he never used. He wanted her and him to enjoy the time they had together, and he wasnt going to use it to sulk about what lay ahead of them. She would leave, he knew, even if she had to sneak away, and he would sulk about it then, not now.

Her pulled back at her last words, his voice coming forward before he could truly gather proper thought.

"Your love was the death of me." His mind caught up with himself as he shrugged as best he could atop the car hood. He wondered, briefly what she was meaning by that though, and unless she explained would pursue it further. He would also, unless she hit him or fought back, stick his hands into her back pockets, another sneaky smile coming to his lips even though he was completely interested in what she had said. If she kept up this punishment routine, he would have to choice but to throw her in the lake. He laughed inside. That may be interesting.

[Mitsuki Park]

The sudden kiss to her neck caused the young Asian to gasp, not because it caught her off guard, but because it felt so good. A small smile slipped across her face, and she pulled back. No way was she going to let him have her so easily. She hissed and glared at him, a light twinkle in her eye because this whole thing seemed pretty amusing to her. She felt his hands beginning to slip into the back pockets of her jeans, which she stopped with her own hands. She shook her head, clicking her tongue once more as she pinned down his arms above his head. A thoughtful 'hmm' would escape her throat. What should she do with him? Kiss him? Let him have her? ...or...maybe play hard to get?

"Mm...I'm not as easy as you think," she grinned, leaning down awfully close to Andrew, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, "...it would be boring if I wasn't hard to get."

She pushed away from him, walking backwards as she peeled off her sweater, revealing her black wife beater, which...looked pretty much invisible under the lack of light.

"Come get me," she hissed.

A challenge.