Manacled Desire

3. A date

The wind had never felt so calling or was it her presence instead. Walking beside the calmest paths with her along left his heart  pounding. Finding a clue was just an excuse.  Kyosuke failed to convince himself that it wasn't a date, moreover when his Sakura-san arrived in such gorgeous way.

A thin ivory white jumper dress rounding around her curves paired with black thighs length stockings, gentle red lipstick over and simple black earnings. For a woman older, she didn't look anything like any. It pounded his heart like a hammer and so he ended up stammering on  compliments. He would just kiss her if possible.
First came the treat at a cafe where Kyosuke got a golden opportunity of seeing Sakura at a different form slurping over her favourite fries even thought it was for a few moments before embarrassment.
Who could except that a woman belonging to a high stage of business having such a carefree phase?.
Once that he saw her true elegance, there was no turning back anymore.
Sakura had no intention of refraining too. It proved a treasuring moment for both of them. Their hearts pounded at the same extent, at the same sensation of warmth and adore, when their fingers intersected, when their distance reduced of age and reliance. 

"Do you have office tomorrow?" he asked while walking towards an empty riverside path for time of afternoon.
"Yes, I have a meeting to attend with the owners, my grandfather actually"
"To be honest, I can never imagine you scolding your juniors or arguing with clients".
"Do you think I can't do that?" She narrowed her pretty brows  a bit looking at him.
"Maybe" he chuckled out nervously.

"Kyo-kun? Do you already have anyone special in your life?" She gently asked making way to a riverside bench.
Her question surely did startle him for a while. "Not exactly".
She didn't react to his answer expect for a tiny smile looking towards the river, while his sight stuck over her lips.
The calm and gentle flow of  shivering leaves, mild sound of river waves and significant close presence was forming an uneasy sensation and desire to touch those tender lips of her with his, but would it make her uncomfortable?, it troubled him judging from the silent look she had on but the desire already became too intense to compress, so he hammered all the courage and made it to ask.
"Sakura-san, I---
"Kiss me kyo-kun". She didn't look but her flustering red blushes explained it all. She wanted it, as bad as he did.
He moved closer, turned her face towards him and under the glazing sunset, their lips merged.
She clamped onto his back, he wrapped tighter his arm around her waist leaning forward as the kiss deepened to savor every bit of it until the wet lips finally parted.
He opened his eyes for the astonishing little gasping look she had right after their kiss.  Closed craving eyes with bright red blush and her wet lustful lips letting out heavy warm breathes.
That was the look he wanted kiss every time,  he wanted to love, he wanted always to see.

An unforgettable day it was for both. At the end when night fell slow, both parted ways with easing hearts, with treasure of  memories.

Kyosuke had to return with a mood happy enough to dance at the middle of the road like his heart would burst to pieces.

He rushed back home and slid in the key to open the front door but as soon as he  realized it was already unlocked his smile perished, all the happiness too. With no other choice, he walked inside and encountered, which he could wish never to see. His stepfather, Takao Ito.
"Kyosuke!" His old man yelled, laying wasted over a living room couch. He never appeared much often but whenever it happened,  it results in argues and fights but this evening, the least Kyosuke could do was ruining his mood, so he didn't bother to respond.
Takao's violent nature, from beginning engulfed his mother that demise took her over pity.
Kyosuke knew why his worthless father had appeared to his former wife's house, to throw out all the frustrations of his degrading business.
"You son of a bitch, come right here!".
Compressing all  anger and trying to avoid that old jackass, he went straight to his room upstairs.
Their relation was nothing but of hatred.

The night sought to cross in a bad temper, he was certain until a call kicked in.
That too, from an unknown number.
He dropped to his bed and received it.

"Yamade Kyosuke?" A firm female voice.

"Yes, who is it?"
"Do you know anything about a prisoned man?". It sparked his attention in surprise. The atmosphere turned immediately.
"Y-yes, how did you know?, do you know where it belongs to?"
"Are you the one to first read it?"
"I am, why did you ask?  do you know anything about it?" 

"Yamade Kyosuke, throw the page away as far as possible. The tale of the prisoned man is cursed".