Mistaken Soul: Flower And You

I Thought You Were A Virgin!

Tereza looked at him, smiling sadly. She didn't say anything and listen to his explanation until he finished.

Han finally faces her after a while. Tereza leaned her head to his shoulder and rubbed his left hand.

"Great job telling me this.." (Tereza)

"I was shaking, didn't you realized?"

She kissed his cheeks and said, "I did." she continued and teasingly asked, "So, are you Han or Hanzo?"

"I'm both of them." he chuckled.

She brought his head and buried it in her bosom. He could feel her soft breasts pressing on his face. He felt comfortable.

She stroked his head which covers with a bead of sweat while asked him, "Are you still suffering from your past? I mean about your grandma or about your father..." she said meekly.

"A bit, in the past, the memories often haunting me. But now..." Han looked at her, smiling.

"It slowly ceased away when I'm with you, and, when I being honest to you, I felt relieved, somehow." he circle his hands to her waist and pressed it tightly.

She blushed from his embarrassing statement.

But. she quickly diverts it away from the feeling and asked him again.

"Did your family know about it yet?" she tilted her head and asked curiously.

He nodded and answered, "They knew already. Before I went to the military for five years, I told them about my mental illness."

She lifted her eyebrows. "Were they shocked?"

He buried his face on her shoulder to sniff her fragrance while answering, "A little, they understand my problem. In fact, they were sorry. They said it was their fault I became like that. But, I didn't agree with them. It was I who started it and it was I who ended it. I just don't want them to feel a burden. They are a warm parent, but sometimes it was a little overmuch. It just showed them that they care about me." he lifted the corner of his lips.

She giggled and praised him, "You really love your parent."

"Of course, don't you?" (Han)

Tereza looked at him and lowered her head so she could feel his soft hair.

He smells like a shampoo. "I am." She answered with undescribed tone.

He suddenly realized his question and quickly lifted his head.

He looked at her light brown eyes with a troubled face. He said, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay, forget about me... Anyway, I finally realized that was the reason your name is still Han, huh? I was wondering why your father insisted our son to be named 'samurai-like-to-be' yet your name is quite different. So it turned out like that." she nodded, understanding.

"Yeah, it was an agreement between the two of us (Hanzo and Han) after all." he chuckled, "And you told me about that last family meeting, I'm still impressed you could survive in there."

She glared at him and smack his head. She said angrily, "Shut up. I was tired, y'know?"

She heard him chuckled again.

In a few seconds no sound they could hear besides his lips smooching her skin.

In the end, Tereza asked him a question again. "So, your relationship with Mr. Kei Ono and Mr. Rei Ishii are only old classmates? And, I was surprised that Mr. Jo Miura was an ex-special agent. What happened that you guys, finally work together now?"