Chapter 8: Osaka

🕚11:00 AM Two weeks later

Male voices are coming from the kitchen.

They sit at a table and enjoy a cup of coffee.
"I'll leave you with all the case facts, Madara."

"Sure, I'm in." He responded while sipping his drink.

"You should leave the police department and work for us. Aren't you sick of switching between the cops and my detective agency? Do you enjoy working under the supervision of newbie Chief Obito? I've wanted to bring you in before." Hashirama stated.

Madara delighted. "I believe you are correct, and I will soon. He may be a pain in the ass, but we have a lot of solved cases with him as well." He groans.

"Okay, suit yourself. It's my job to suggest, as they say."
Hashirama waved his hand and recalled the previous cases they had solved together.

"Like last year, we captured a serial killer who assaulted women. That guy had killed ten people before being apprehended by the police; cops work poorly these days. It took us almost two months to find him because he only attacked people at night. The investigation was tough, but we were able to catch him thanks to the information provided by the victims' families. Let me guess, your partner told you that it was impossible to solve crimes without catching criminals red-handed?"

"Yes, he did. That's how our job works. We're detectives, not bounty hunters. And I don't understand why you call Obito "my partner." Madara smiled and answered, "This is just my chief, nothing more, and it feels weird to call him that. Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Certain." Senju sneered. "You had just started your career as a police officer and met him at your workplace," Hashirama cupped his chin in his fingers and asserted.
"I knew that Obito would be working for the police eventually. He always had such a strong sense of justice."

"That's for sure," Madara murmured in agreement.

Haruko came into the kitchen. "Good day, Hashirama, Madara."
They shifted their gaze to her.
"Morning, babe." He threw her a gentle smile.

"Babe?" Hashirama was surprised and leaned into Madara's ear, whispering.
"How close did you and she get together? Did you two get laid? Wow, you're not wasting any time, naughty man." 

Madara spits out his coffee. "I'm gonna beat that out of you later, Senju."

"Hahahaha," he burst out laughing. "I am joking." He winks and resumes. "Is that just me, or do you blush? I know what you're thinking, of course. Well, wish you luck in that," Hashirama patted his shoulders and then said in a low voice, trying to make sure nobody heard.
"When you're alone and don't want to find a random lady to hook up with, jerking off is fine, but if you have a woman like that next to you... - He cuts off. "Anyway, great sex relieves stress. So, have fun and do it more often, buddy! That's my secret for life. Lastly, try not to be too rough on her." He laughs again as he walks away from Uchiha, patting his shoulders.

"Go to hell; I almost choked because of you," Madara argues, mulling it over. Your wise words, Hashirama, make things worse.

"Good morning, Haruko. He flashed her a cheerful smile. "What do you think of the new city? How do you like the change in circumstances? I hope you're feeling better."

She watched them with curiosity. Hmm, what were they whispering about?
"I like the peace here. Still, adjusting to the new city isn't easy." She noted.

"But it's only temporary. You'll be back in Tokyo soon." He resumes.

"Yeah, I know." Haruko looked at him. 

She pondered for a while. I met Senju Hashirama when we were leaving. He's very responsive and just a good person to rely on. It's good to have a friend like that. Madara was lucky that life didn't separate their paths; they're still friends today. People nowadays are hazy.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Hashirama bragged. "I'm just passing through. I must decide on a present for Mito's wedding anniversary."

"Choosing pots as a gift would be bad; she may not have used the pots you previously bought." Uchiha chuckled sarcastically.

"Ha-ha. Not humorous, Madara. You're lousy at joking, so don't make fun of me." Hashirama replied.

He scoffs again. "Haha, take care not to become depressed due to this."

"Meh," Hashirama sighed and made a poker face before continuing. "Consider my offer carefully, Madara. Bye." He waved and walked out the door.

~~~

"Where have you been this early?" Madara asks me. 

"I was looking for temporary work," I muttered.

"Why?" He raised his eyebrow and added. "We won't be here long."

"I can't sit idle. I have to keep busy." I murmur.

"What a hard worker you are," Madara smirked and approached her to fix her hair.
She raised her head, and their eyes met.

"Shouldn't you be working today?" I ask curiously. "You're not usually in the house at this hour."

"I do, but..." He shrugs, "The meeting was moved to lunchtime."

Haruko's mind. Since I've been here, Madara hasn't pushed me around or demanded to know where I've been all month. Why did I suddenly disappear? Why did I write him that odd message? I expected him to be furious and resentful. But that didn't happen. He was working all the time. We hardly ever crossed paths in that house. I have my room. There was no contact between us, not even a kiss. He gave me time. The sudden change of scenery made me feel incredibly detached. He saw that I was having a hard time and needed some space. I'm gone, so the engagement can be considered broken off. As a result of their horrible behavior, we don't communicate with my parents at all. I always felt I didn't belong in that family. I'm an only child. They assumed I was meant to live their lives. In there, I was suffocating. I wanted to move to a different city within the country long ago, but they were watching me. Later, things got worse... My mother wanted to marry me off. They treated me like a dummy. They even hired a detective to track me down, and luckily, it turned out to be Madara again. They're out of their fucking minds. But I lost faith in myself. Emotionally, I was drained and dejected. They almost broke me. I wanted to bid farewell to life.

Seeing her, Madara couldn't stop staring.
Her thick eyelashes frame her green eyes, and her long hair falls in waves behind her shoulders. Haruko's skin looks even more radiant against the white fabric of her blouse. Her black bra is noticeable through her top, and her skirt emphasizes her lovely hips. Did she dress like that on purpose? Her breasts are round and full, which fits perfectly into her trim waistline. My eyes wander down from her chest to her legs. The look of her slim thighs is enough to drive me crazy. As well as riding high above her knees, the black skirt exposes more of her long, smooth legs. She's wearing black thigh-high stockings. As my mind wanders further down the lust road, I wonder if her panties match. It would be so hot for them both to match, wouldn't it? I'm sweating at this point in my perverted thoughts. I don't know where these thoughts come from, but they're getting out of hand lately. I'm a man who appreciates a woman's body. Curves are something I admire in women. I need to stop thinking about it. In her presence, I can't help but do something dirty. I'd better go.

"All right, if you need anything, you know where I am." He turned to walk away from her.

"Madara." I stopped him gently by grabbing his elbow. In a surprise, he looked back.

"Thank you for everything."  I smiled.

He grinned without saying a word. I stared at his mouth.

Those lips of his. I want to taste them again. We kissed for the first time in the car, later in the street, and then when I was drunk at his house. 

It seems like an age ago. My memory of what it feels like has already faded. With a passionate kiss, I embraced him all of a sudden. 

Madara was caught off guard by this, but in response, he kissed me deeply and lifted me by the waist, setting me atop the table. 

His hand slipped near my shirt and touched my cleavage area. I shuddered and took a little gasp. We stopped...

"Haruko..." He sighed heavily. "Are you certain of what you're doing?" He hesitated.

 "I don't know," I panted and glanced at him. "I gave in to my momentary desire to kiss you again."

Madara brushed my face with his hand and looked at me with lust. His eyes glistened as though he had been waiting for this moment. He just grabbed my waist and held me close. This type of kiss feels better than anything. Maybe because it's Madara, it was so passionate that I couldn't breathe properly. Our lips separated.

"As I tried to stop myself from taking the first step, you made me lose control. Haruko, you undid all my efforts in one minute." He whispered.

"Sorry." I gave him a wicked grin. "I know it's hard for men to have long periods of abstinence."

"How much more do you know?" He reacts.

"Enough," I smirked embarrassedly and continued. "For example... " I shifted my gaze to his pants and ran my hand down his abs.

His breathing grew heavier. Madara stopped her hand at the level of his belt. She bit her lip as he took her hand off his waistband.

I slowly moved against him. The corners of his lips curved into a smile, and he kissed me again.

"You are so hot that I can't stop thinking about what I would do to you." He asserted.

"What is it?" I'm teasing asked.

"To get you naked first, then make you cum and fuck you hard," Madara remarked.

"Ah." I gasp. Those words made me blush. I like how direct and uninhibited he is about sex and what he thinks and says. I should learn from that. Sometimes, I can be pretty shy.
My stomach is squirming with anticipation.

"You've driven me crazy since the first time I saw you crash into my car." He announced.

Haruko cheered at him.
"You also hit me. Despite your anger back then, I thought you could kill someone with one glance." I chuckled.

"If it had been a man, I would have done so," he smirked.

"How generous of you. I never figured you were so gallant, Madara. So I have an advantage over you. I'm flattered that I can have an impact on you." I mock.

"Without your superiority over me, I would have slept with you long ago, taking advantage of the opportunities. There were a few, and you would easily succumb to my desires." He grinned and drawled. "Additionally, I've noticed that you like to tease me and arouse my beastly side."

"You're right; I like to do it because it's so difficult to resist you." I ran my hand over Madara's hot cheek on his sharp jawline. Then he kissed me, and after our lips recoiled and we made a soft popping sound, he said. "I want you."

His words sent shivers running down my spine. He touched me everywhere but didn't rush, as if he was savoring every inch of me. His fingers slid along my skin teasingly, leaving me wanting more.

"But...- " his tone changed, "The last thing I want is for you to regret what you did in a hurry. I'm still unaware of the whole story besides Hashirama's and your ex-fiancé's information files." His glance flicked over my face.
"However, if you didn't want to share it with me, you thought it was the right decision." He speculated.

Does he think it's important right now? I thought with surprise and jeered in frustration.
 "Madara, do you think bringing it up now is appropriate? In a near-sexual setting, you kill the whole mood."

"Haha," he chuckled. "You're right, but I had to take the dialogue in a different direction, or else I...-" He paused.

My heart was beating so fast.
"Otherwise... You?" I whispered sheepishly.

He pulled away a little.
"I don't know how much longer I can restrain myself. I am about to lose control of myself."

I narrowed my eyes and grinned. "Maybe that's what I'm getting at; you haven't considered such a thought?" I taunted him and clasped my hands around Madara's neck.
"Do you think I left with you and regret this? I don't regret anything. I'm fucking sick of doing what I'm told. I only care about what I want to do right now, regardless of anyone else's crappy opinion. Throughout my short life, I've been at the mercy of others and dancing to their tune. It's all about you now; I want you."
Turning to him, I lightly bit his earlobe and whispered. "I am too horny to lie. My mind is currently picturing you naked."

"Mm, the fire girl woke up." He cheered and said seductively. "You are undeniably the sexiest woman I've ever met. When I'm around you, I get hard so much faster." 

I stared at him with delight.

"Well," Uchiha moved closer to the table and got between my legs. "You asked for it." He dragged me to him and declared. "I want to hear you breathing in my ear when I make you feel oh-so-good!"
"Ah, Madara, you're dirty, but I love it." I gave a slight sneer and wrapped my legs around his firm butt.

"Baby, your juicy curves haunt me. Your playful nature constantly makes you want more and more." He teases me. 

I trilled: "I have no doubt you'll blow my mind this morning."

They kissed with little breaks, Madara's hands wandering over Haruko's body and back.

"Ah..." I moaned as he bit my collarbone. He pulled my shirt down a little, exposing my shoulder, then moved away to look me in the face and stated.
"Haruko, I enjoyed nothing more than hearing your little panting. And you're a pretty nice kisser." Madara grinned.

I smiled shyly at his words, and then he resumed.
"But... deep kisses need practice."
I made a grumpy grimace. "Well, all you have to do is teach me everything."
"Oh, I'd love to, babe." He confirmed and gripped me tightly to his chest.
Through his pants, I could feel how hard I got him for me right now. A burning sensation swept through my body. My pussy throbs as I press against his lower part. I'm already so damn wet. My body craves him so desperately. "A-Ahh." I groaned slowly and wrapped my legs tighter around his hips.

He looked at me greedily. The words were unnecessary. It was obvious that he was hungry, sexually hungry. I didn't want him to stop.

Madara pushed me down on the table and bent over. A shiver ran through me when he licked my neck and nibbled on my earlobe.

She muses. I had never felt such desire before. For a long time, I've been daydreaming about this moment. It gives me goosebumps. His tongue touches my neck pleasantly. I want to know what it will feel like when he's going down on me. That is something I want to explore. Ah, I'm so dripping wet and swollen. As I squeezed my legs around him, arousal pulsed between my thighs and clit. I moaned slightly, fantasizing about how good it would make me feel on his dick. This time, I couldn't handle myself.

He turned his head towards me with a cocky grin.
"I've wanted you since we met. The time has finally come to claim what is rightfully mine."
Madara's voice filled with lusty intent.

My heart skipped a beat.
This man is everything I could ever ask for in one person. It was overwhelming, and I started to get excited watching him. I began to wait for his next move with eager anticipation. Everything he does makes me even more aroused. Madara's voice is sexy as hell. I wish he would whisper dirty things into my ear while he touches me. He's fucking amazing.

He stares her down: How I love that picture.

He couldn't get enough of her.

Her skirt was pulled up to her hips but still covered her underwear. And the white blouse through which I can see her black bra. She's angelically beautiful and innocent, yet lustful and dirty-minded. My favorite aspect of her is that she possesses both innocence and filth. What a dirty angel this little thing is.

I am glad that Haruko finds sex exciting. Likewise, I get very excited about the idea of fucking her. I want to show her what it means to get off truly. I will make her cum often and leave her begging for more. That's the thing. Sex is supposed to be fun.

We sighed heavily to take a breath between kisses. He gripped my thigh and slid my skirt up to my buttocks. Then he plants a peck on my neck.

"Ah..." I gasped.
"You're an angel." He commented and squeezed my ass.
My hands moved up and down his muscular back, and I kissed his neck while grinding my hips into his crotch, murmuring. "Ohh, yes, I'm your dirty angel. Madara, you're so good at this."
I pressed my lips to his neck, whispering. "You're teasing my ass again, which I love."

He groaned and let out a low growl. "Oh, Haruko, do you know how much I want you?"

"Yes," I answered back. But I knew that would be the only answer I could give him now. He wasn't in control, and neither was I. We were both lost in the heat of our lust.