Monday, August 27, 2007

Duuuuudes. Um...had my back cracked today ^-^ It inspired me to write a SasuSaku oneshot. Seriously. Go read it at ff.net =) I already got a bunch of comments. I have some fics that I wanna post here because, well, I haven't posted any of my writings in a long time and I thought maybe some of you would be interested. So here's some random parts to a TezukaOC fic I'm writing...as well as an AtobeOC. Two completely different stories by the way.

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I’ve never quite understood the wonder that is tennis. It was ironic, given that I went to Seishun Gakuen, home of the famed Seigaku tennis club. I guess I just wasn’t a sporty person by nature. My younger brother was a sports fanatic, but he was more into baseball and basketball. I was artsy, so I spent the majority of my time indoors after school hours, drawing or painting. Several of my classmates, who I was fairly close to, were on the tennis team. Regulars, if I’m not mistaken.

So I’m not sure why the tennis coach suddenly sought me out after school one day. I was packing my bag to go down to the art room, when I noticed the elderly tennis couch, Ryuzaki-sensei, come striding into the classroom. “You’re Mizuno Natari, right?” she asked.

I blinked a few times. “H-Hai,” I answered slowly.

“Good, I found you,” she sighed happily. “I was having a chat with your art teacher and he mentioned that you were having a bit of an ‘artist block’ lately.”

I blushed slightly. “Um…yes, that’s true, sensei.” Why would Tetsumo-sensei tell Ryuzaki-sensei that I had artist block?

“Well, I was thinking and thought it’d be a good opportunity for you to come with me to the tennis club.”

“T-Tennis?” I gasped. “But I—”

“Not to play, Mizuno. I was hoping you’d be interested in finding inspiration with the team. I’m sure they’d love to have you around.”

“I…I don’t know, sensei.”

She smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. “Come with me now so that you can meet them. Stay for the practice and bring your sketchbook. You won’t be disappointed.”

I bit my lip. Why me, of all people? There were plenty of other artists in the school, much more talented ones. Why was I the only one mentioned? I should have felt honored, but everything had happened so fast. Before I knew it, I was following Ryuzaki-sensei outside and towards the tennis courts.

I saw the members all giving me strange looks as I passed by. I tried hiding my face but to no avail. Ryuzaki-sensei suddenly stopped and put her hands on her hips. “Listen up, everyone!” she called. All the boys turned to look at her. “This is Mizuno Natari.” She stepped aside, and suddenly all eyes were on me. I gulped and nervously fiddled with the strap on my backpack. “She’s in a bit of an ‘artist slump’, as one would say, and I’ve offered to help her regain her motivation by bringing her here.”

“What for, sensei?” one of the boys asked.

“She will be drawing you.”

“EEEEHHH??!!”

I felt my cheeks warm up as all the boys stared at me in shock and in awe. “I want you all to gradually get to know her so that she’s not just drawing complete strangers. Now, is anyone here familiar with Mizuno?” I saw my friends, Fuji Syuusuke and Kikumaru Eiji, raise their hands. I smiled and gave a small wave to them. “All right then. Tezuka, you should meet with Mizuno first, since you’re the captain.”

“Hai, sensei.” I glanced over and felt my eyes widen. I hadn’t been in Tezuka Kunimitsu’s class since freshman year, so I rarely saw him on campus anymore. He had grown quite handsome and tall over the years. He walked over to me and bowed his head slightly. “Yoroshiku, Mizuno-san.”

“Y-Yoroshiku onegaishimasu, Tezuka-san,” I replied with a bow of my own. “Ano…so you’re the captain?”

“Hai.”

“That must be stressful.”

“It is,” he admitted. “But I never wish I was anything less.”

“That’s a good attitude to have, Tezuka-san.” There was an uncomfortable silence. I bit my lip. “So…Ryuzaki-sensei told me I wouldn’t regret coming here to meet everyone and watch you all play. Is she right?”

“You’ll have to decide that for yourself, won’t you?”

“Uh…hai.”

“May I see some of your work?” he suddenly asked.

“Eh?” He stared at me pointedly. “Oh! Um…sure. Hang on a sec…” I dropped my bag to the ground and opened it. I dug around until I found my sketchbook. I stood up and handed it to him with a smile. “That has most of the stuff I’ve done this year.”

He nodded and flipped through a few pages. I saw his eyes widen behind his glasses. I felt my heart speed up. Did he hate it? He continued looking through the sketchbook, not saying a word. He finally closed it and handed it back to me. “You’re very talented,” he said.

“A-Arigatou.”

Before either of us could say anything else, someone took me into their arms from behind. I panicked before I heard, “Nya, you’re so cute, Nat-chan!”

I smiled slightly. “H-Hey, Eiji-kun.” He was too busy burying his face into my hair and neck to notice the glare Tezuka-san was giving him. I bit my lip, uncertain if I should warn my friend about the impending doom.

“Kikumaru.” Even I shuddered. Tezuka-san’s tone of voice was very strict and cold.

Eiji-kun gulped and released me. “Gomen nya, Tezuka. I was just so happy to see Nat-chan.”

“50 laps, Kikumaru. Now.”

“Hai…”

“You’re very authoritative,” I commented after Eiji-kun had left.

Tezuka-san glanced down at me. “Thank you,” he replied.

“So…”

“Oishi!” he suddenly called. I looked up and around and saw another third year I recognized as Oishi Syuichiroh coming towards us. “Mizuno-san, this is Oishi, vice-captain of the team.”

“Yoroshiku onegaishimasu, Oishi-san,” I bowed.

“Yoroshiku, Mizuno-san,” he said with a smile. “Ano…so you’re an artist, huh?”

“Yes.”

“May I…see some of your work?”

“Of course.”

I handed him my sketchbook and just like Tezuka-san, his eyes widened and he stared at me as though he couldn’t believe what I had drawn. “These are amazing,” he stated.

“Arigatou gozaimasu.”

Oishi-san smiled once more at me before turning to Tezuka-san. “Want me to have Momo and Kaidoh come over here next?”

“Yes,” the brunette answered stoically. I decided to lean myself against the fence since I was uncomfortable standing for so long. “Momoshiro! Kaidoh!” Two second years looked up from where they were on the courts. “Come here!” They nodded and hurried over.

“You called, buchou?” the taller one asked.

“I want you both to get acquainted with Mizuno-san.”

I smiled at the two boys slightly. “Hi. Yoroshiku.”

“Yoroshiku. Momoshiro Takeshi desu. You can just call me Momo though.”

“Kaidoh Kaoru desu. Fssssh.”

“Why do you always have to hiss, Mamushi?! She’s our senpai!”

“Fsssh, shut up, idiot! You’re too loud!”

“I’M loud??!!”

“Knock it off, you two!” Tezuka-san snapped. “Mizuno-san, would you show them your sketchbook please?”

“Uh, hai.”

I handed it to Momo, who opened it immediately. Kaidoh-kun snarled. “Why should you get to hold it, fsssh?”

“Because I’m special and you’re not, Mamushi!”

“NANI??!!”

“Momoshiro, Kaidoh!” Tezuka-san warned.

“Maybe it was a bad idea to bring them over at the same time,” Oishi-san mumbled.

“Ano…do you like it?” I asked suddenly.

Kaidoh-kun and Momo looked up at me. “Uh…yeah, you’re really good, Mizuno-senpai,” Momo smiled. “I’ve never been good at drawing myself.”

Kaidoh-kun looked like he was fighting down a rude comment to say to him. “For once I agree with him, fsssh,” he said. “You’re good, senpai.”

“Arigatou gozaimasu.”

“Kawamura! Inui!” Tezuka-san called.

I recognized them as fellow third years and nodded to them when they came over. “Hi Kawamura-san, Inui-san,” I said politely.

Both smiled and nodded to me. “That’s your sketchbook, right?” Inui-san asked. “May we look?”

“Yep.”

I couldn’t see his eyes, but the expression on his face and Kawamura-san’s was enough to tell me that they also liked my work. Tezuka-san sent them on their way before calling over their star freshman player, Echizen Ryoma-kun. “Yoroshiku, Echizen-kun,” I mumbled.

“Yoroshiku,” he answered somewhat annoyed.

“Echizen,” Tezuka-san said warningly. “Treat her with respect.”

Echizen-kun frowned and looked up at me. “Well?”

“Um…well what?” I asked.

“You gonna let me see your sketchbook or not?”

“Oh, sorry. Here.”

He flipped through a few pages, the same indifferent expression on his face the whole time. “These are really good,” he muttered without looking at me. “Keep it up.”

“Uh…hai. Arigatou.” He walked away, pulling his cap lower.

“That’s everyone from the regulars that you didn’t know,” Oishi-san explained. “You already know Fuji and Eiji, so there’s no need for them to come over here.”

I nodded. “So…now what? Do I just sit on the bench and watch you all play?”

“I guess that was Ryuzaki-sensei’s plan.”
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***

I was nervous. There was no denying that. The fact that Tezuka-san had asked for me to come visit him in Germany along with the tennis team was a huge privilege. I was honored that he considered me a friend. When I stepped off the bus in front of the rehabilitation center he was staying at, I saw him for the first time in months. I smiled and bowed, clutching my travel bag tightly.

“It’s good to see you again, Tezuka-san,” I greeted.

“Aa,” he replied, inclining his head. “Everyone, follow me inside.”

We all followed him inside the building.

***

I had never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. The city was amazing. I had my sketchbook out and was doodling some of the buildings. I heard footsteps behind me and turned. “Ah, Tezuka-san,” I said with a smile.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked coming to stand beside me.

“Oh yes, very much. It’s beautiful.”

“Aa.”

“I’ve been curious, Tezuka-san.” He stared at me. “Why did you invite me to come visit you in Germany? I mean, I’m not really a part of the team. I’m just kinda…there.”

“Mizuno, you are as much a member of this team as the others. You have been with us through many difficult times. Why wouldn’t I invite you?”

I felt tears in my eyes. “That’s really nice of you to say, Tezuka-san. I’ve never really belonged anywhere. I never thought I’d become so close to the tennis team.”

“And I—we never thought we’d become so close to you.”

I heard his slip-up and felt my cheeks burn. He was silent, probably berating himself for what he had almost said. “Tezuka-san,” I started.

“You can just call me Tezuka, Mizuno.”

“Uh…hai. Arigatou.” I bowed my head a little. “I just wanted to tell you that I finished some drawings and wanted to show you.” I handed over my sketchbook, which he took. He flipped through the pages. When he was done, he closed it and stared at me. “Well?” I asked.

“They’re amazing,” he said.

My eyes lit up. “Really? I wasn’t sure if my new work would be as interesting as my previous work.”

“I think you have improved a lot, Mizuno.”

I smiled warmly. “Thank you so much, Tezuka. This opportunity to be with the tennis club; to be here in Germany…I can’t thank you enough.”

He was silent. He looked out at the city below, resting his hands on the railing. “I am also happy that Ryuzaki-sensei asked you to find inspiration among the tennis club. I never would have spoken to you otherwise.”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

He turned his head to look at me. His eyes were so warm and gentle. I felt his hand reach up slowly to caress my face and my eyes widened. He leaned closer, pressing his forehead to mine and whispering, “Mizuno, must I spell it out for you?” Without another word, he pressed his lips to mine. I nearly collapsed into a pile of mush. His arms snaked around my waist and held me close. I clung at his shoulders. I had never kissed anyone before and I had never envisioned myself kissing Tezuka Kunimitsu, the most sought-after boy in school. His lips were surprisingly soft. I could tell he was just as new to this as I was.

Finally, we pulled away. Both our cheeks were flushed red. “I…” But I couldn’t find anything to say. I stared at my feet. Tezuka’s hand hooked under my chin and pulled my gaze to meet his.

“I care for you very much,” he said, taking hold of my hand. “I have never felt this way about anyone.”

I blushed. “N-Neither have I.”

He leaned forward to kiss my cheek. “I cannot start a relationship with you now, however.”

“Why not?”

“There is too much that would get in the way. I want to be able to spend time with you, without worrying about the tournament.” He brushed his hand through my hair. “So…will you wait for me?”

I had never had a boy confess to me. I was almost in tears. It was like a dream. I nodded with a smile. “Of course, Tezuka. I will wait for as long as I have to.”

He smiled then and took me into his arms again to kiss me once more.

***

I heard the commotion before I was supposed to. I heard some of the first year boys crying about something around the front of the building and sighed, deciding to go see who had been hurt. But to my surprise, no one was hurt. In fact, the cause for the freshmen’s tears was because of a tall figure in a blue jacket and pants standing before them. I blinked and felt my jaw go slack.

“T-Tezuka…?” I managed to say.

He looked up and caught my eye. I could only stare at him, too confused. “Mizuno,” he replied with a nod. I wanted to launch myself into his arms, just to make sure that he was real and was really back. But the freshmen were watching us and Horio had a stupid grin on his face that I was itching to smack off.

“I…I didn’t know you were coming back,” I mumbled, walking closer to him.

“I’m going to be filling in for Ryuzaki-sensei as a coach.”

“Oh. So you won’t be competing then.”

“No.”

I fiddled with my hands nervously. “So…are you fully recovered?”

He shook his head. “I’m still in the middle of my rehabilitation.”

“I see.”

“We’ll see you later, Tezuka-buchou!” the freshmen suddenly said, running away.

I watched them leave and was about to turn around myself, when I felt him step closer to me. His hand took my chin gently and turned me to face him. “How have you been?” he asked, brushing stray hair from my eyes.

“All right, I suppose. I’m helping out here, as you can tell. I had a nice chat with Sanada-san the other day.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did he…?”

I smiled. “You’re not jealous, are you, Tezuka?”

“Of course not.” I saw the blush on his cheeks that said otherwise. “I missed you, Mizuno.”

My cheeks turned red. “I missed you too, Tezuka. It’s not the same without you here.”

I carefully wrapped my arms around him to hug him. His hands rested on my waist. He then brought his right hand up to caress my cheek. And then he kissed me. It was soft and gentle, but it was deeply passionate. Tezuka wasn’t a very open person. Even his closest friends didn’t know the real him. As he kissed me, I could feel how caring and loving he was. Our lips parted and he pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes.

“I need to control myself,” he whispered. “I cannot let my guard down.”

“Tezuka…”

He pulled away. “Mizuno, remember what I said to you in Germany?”

I nodded, feeling tears at the corners of my eyes. “You said it would be best if we didn’t become too serious until the Nationals were over with.”

“I stand true to that. I shall not kiss you again until then.”

I bit my lip. “That’s a long time for me to wait, Tezuka.”

He smiled slightly. “I have faith in you, Mizuno.”

***

They had won. After everything they had gone through, Seigaku had won the Nationals. I could barely comprehend it. Everyone around me was cheering and clapping and yelling. Eiji-kun grabbed me from behind and started to twirl me around. I could see Tezuka among his team, smiling for the first time in front of them, holding the trophy high above their heads. I fought my way out of Eiji-kun’s embrace and hurried towards the middle of the huddle.

I tapped Tezuka’s shoulder and he looked down, surprised. I smiled up at him and wiped some dirt off his cheek. “You won,” I whispered, feeling tears fall from my eyes. “You did it.” And in an instant, he took me into his arms and kissed me. I could hear the others whistling and cat-calling, but I did not care. I held onto him tightly, kissing him back with everything I had. When he pulled away, he was smiling and I could see small tears in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he said in my ear. “Thank you for being here; for waiting.”

“I wouldn’t break a promise, Tezuka.”

“Kunimitsu.”

“Huh?”

“Call me by my name…”

I smiled through my tears and kissed him again. “I think I’m in love with you, Kunimitsu,” I said.

“I think I’m in love with you as well, Natari.” And when we kissed again, I was so unbelievably grateful for the day Ryuzaki-sensei had taken me to meet the Seigaku tennis club. For if she hadn’t, I doubt my life would have ended up so interesting.

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here's the AtobeOC stuff...nothing's in order. Just a beginning and a middle section. There is a lemon so um...be warned little children XD There's hot sex!
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I had no reason to be near the Hyotei tennis club. I really didn’t. But when my music teacher, Sakaki-sensei, asked me to help supervise the team with him, I’ll admit, I looked like a dying fish. Sakaki-sensei had known me for three years, since I came to Hyotei. He knew I wasn’t a fan of sports. He also knew that I didn’t get along with any of the club members. Well, except perhaps Kabaji-kun. He was a gentle giant and a good friend. But other than him, I didn’t care for the other members. They were all too arrogant.

Sakaki-sensei somehow persuaded me into helping anyway. Okay, so he offered extra credit, and really, how could I turn that down? So I stayed after school one afternoon so that he could introduce me to the team. I saw Kabaji-kun and smiled. “Kabaji-kun!” I called while waving.

He turned towards me and his lips lifted. “Natari,” he replied with a nod.

“Aa~? Kabaji, you know her?” I closed my eyes in irritation, knowing whose annoying voice that was. Atobe Keigo, self-proclaimed king of Hyotei, captain of the tennis club, and the richest kid in school. In other words, someone I strongly disliked. He treated Kabaji-kun like a slave.

“Ossu.” Kabaji-kun’s response made me angry.

“He is not your slave, Atobe!” I snarled suddenly. All eyes turned towards me and I sheepishly shrunk. Atobe was staring down at me with narrowed eyes.

“Did you say something?” he said coolly.

“No.”

***

Fuck! I couldn’t believe the situation! Atobe and I were stuck in this stupid closet without any room to move. I was pressed up against him, trying my hardest to keep my skirt from riding up. I could feel his breath on my face. Areas of my body that I had never dared to go near were starting to heat up and a strange knot was forming in my stomach. I could feel my underwear becoming wet and panicked. I was NOT turned on by this. I couldn’t be. I hated Atobe Keigo. HATED him. How could I…?

He shifted suddenly, attempting to move his head and in that movement, my legs wrapped around his (unintentionally) and our lower halves were pressed together. He was wearing his tennis uniform, so the shorts didn’t hide much. I felt something hard against my thigh and inhaled sharply. “Atobe, please tell me that’s your hand on my thigh,” I snarled. He didn’t answer and I swallowed hard. “Atobe…?”

“What?” he snapped. I was taken aback by his attitude, but then I had to remember that he wasn’t the only person in an uncomfortable position.

“Um…there’s something on my thigh…”

I felt him crane his head to look, but it was so hard to see anyway, so it didn’t matter much. “…Oh,” was all he said. He sounded embarrassed. Good. He should be. I did not like our position one bit. My panties were soaked, he had a hard on and it was pressing against my thigh, and I was debating on how best to murder Atobe and claim it was an accident.

“Mizuno,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Do you really hate me that much?”

I sighed. “Are you sure you want me to answer that, Atobe?”

He paused. “I suppose not.”

Smart choice. I was trying to ignore the fact that my breasts were mere inches from his face and that I was basically straddling him. “You know, people are gonna talk when they find us like this,” I muttered.

“Would that bother you?”

“Well duh. I don’t want rumors spreading about me doing…stuff with you.”

“You’re a very strange girl, Mizuno.”

“Are you insulting me?”

“No, ore-sama apologizes if it came out like an insult. I was complimenting you. You’re not like other girls.”

I hesitated. “Well, uh, thanks…I think.” I needed new underwear. Stat. That weird feeling in my stomach was getting worse. It felt like I needed something. Some type of release. But there was no possible way that I would find release from Atobe. No way. I could still feel his dick through his shorts and was starting to curse how loose the material was. Honestly, who makes tennis shorts that thin? I heard his breath hitch suddenly as I moved my leg. “Sorry,” I grunted.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was in pain. Well, he did have a hard on and he had no means of releasing himself. “D-Dammit,” he cursed weakly.

I smirked, even though he couldn’t see me. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” I taunted.

I could feel his glare on me. “Shut up, Mizuno,” he spat, taking deep breaths. “Ore-sama will be fine.”

“Not if I do this.” I rolled my hips and he moaned. I’ll admit that I was getting a bit excited at the prospect of torturing him. I did it again and he gasped.

“B-Bitch,” he whimpered.

I laughed softly. “Aww, is poor Atobe-sama in need of release?” I teased.

He gave a guttural growl and arched his back, causing our pelvises to touch. His clothed hard on was inches from my burning core. If I moved my hips again, well, I know he would moan but I don’t know what I’d do. So I rolled my hips and felt the most wonderful sensation of my life. I did what any sensible person would do: I moaned…loudly. Atobe did the same; I could feel his hands reaching to hold onto my waist to keep me on his lap. He didn’t want to lose the friction. Neither did I. It felt so good. My skirt was riding up now but I didn’t care. My carnal desires were beating out reason and logic.

I was begging to be touched. I felt the contours of his face in the dark and traced his lips with my thumbs. I leaned down and pressed an open-mouth kiss on his lips. He groaned and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I had never kissed anyone before. I didn’t know fancy tricks or anything, but goddamn, Atobe sure could do amazing things with that tongue. Our breathing was becoming erratic and we broke apart. I let my fingers touch his soft hair as his hands made circle motions on my lower back. The tension was suffocating. I wanted release and I wanted it now. I thrust my hips towards him suggestively.

“Are you sure?” he asked, taking deep breaths.

“Fuck yes, just do it,” I snapped. I couldn’t believe that was me talking. The hand making circles on my back moved towards my inner thighs. He stroked the skin before using his index finger to drag my panties down to my ankles. A rush of cool air hit my nether region. He inserted one finger first and it was all I could do not to cum in that instant. He let out a satisfied moan as he stretched me.

“So…hot,” he said huskily. I felt like a rag doll. I could do nothing but moan and buck my hips as he fingered me. He added another digit and I saw stars. I clung to him tightly as he used his fingers to scissor me.

“God, Atobe, enough of that,” I said. “Just fuck me, dammit.”

He chuckled. “Anxious, aa~?” I didn’t wait for him. I grabbed hold of his shorts and untied them, yanking them down unceremoniously. He still had boxers on and I threw them off as well. His breath caught in his throat and I smirked, letting my hands stroke the sensitive organ. He gasped and bucked his hips. I pumped him gently, not letting him feel a full release just yet. “M-Mizuno,” he whimpered. Finally, with a growl, he grabbed onto my ass and forced me down onto his erection. We both screamed. I couldn’t even describe what it felt like; to feel him inside me. I rocked my hips back and forth as he thrust up. Our moans and panting were so loud I was surprised no one had heard us.

Our lips touched briefly as we moved together. “Fuck…yes,” I hissed, feeling my peak. I was on the edge of ultimate pleasure. Atobe thrust up roughly and I saw flashes of light and gave a shudder as I came. My thighs were dripping with sweat and cum. Atobe’s grip on my ass tightened and I could just barely see his eyes closed and his teeth clench. He was on the edge of his orgasm as well. I gave his neck a few light kisses before moving my hips against him again. He moaned and I felt him shudder as he spilled his seed inside me. We took deep breaths for a long time. I couldn’t see him clearly, but from what I did see, he looked so unlike the Atobe Keigo I was used to. He’d never done anything so daring and satisfying before, I could tell.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“Yeah,” I agreed, leaning my head against his shoulder. “We should probably redress.”

He seemed to nod. I pulled on my wet underwear, feeling immensely satisfied with myself. I had just had sex with Atobe Keigo. Granted, it wasn’t like I liked the guy or anything, but my GOD. The man was gifted.

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mehehe, hott stuff or what? And hey, just cuz I'm bored, I'll add my KiriharaOC stuff too. I'm not sure when I'll finish these...they were just basic ideas.
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You could look at it any other way and still come up with the same conclusion. I had succumbed to Kirihara Akaya. It had taken me all of junior high and senior high to realize that the little devil of Rikkaidai was worming his way into my heart. Well, he had succeeded. Not only worming his way into my heart, but also into my pants.

Maybe I should start from the beginning. Akaya and I go way back. Our mothers were friends, so when they got together, they brought us, as babies, along. We were then placed in a playpen and forced to interact with each other. As babies, we were innocent, well, mostly. Akaya had always been a bit odd. I guess my reason for disliking him as a child started when he ripped the head off my stuffed rabbit. He laughed while I cried.

It didn’t stop there. When we were in sixth grade, he started getting into tennis. Because our mothers had some strange idea that we would become best friends someday or something, they signed me up for tennis lessons as well. I hated it. I didn’t like sports and being around Akaya more than I had to was too much. So I quit. My mother was furious and forced me to take up the lessons again. Despite my protests, I caved in. Akaya was ruthless on the tennis courts, but according to some of the older players, he was also very good. We eventually graduated on to Rikkaidai junior high.

Akaya tried out for the tennis team and actually made it to a regular spot. He was the youngest on the team and constantly teased. I spent the majority of my time ignoring him, but there were times when I couldn’t avoid him. Because we lived close, our mothers wanted us to walk home together. So that usually required me to wait long hours for his tennis practices to end so that we could go home. I think he delighted in torturing me.

During our second year, the practices became even longer to the point where I was about to lose my temper. I had once asked the captain, Yukimura, if he could please shorten the practices once in awhile so that Akaya and I could go home before the sun set. He had just smiled that creepy smile of his and pat my head as though I were a baby. Next practice, however, ended an hour earlier than usual and as I was doing my little victory dance in my head, Yukimura walked over to me with that smile on his face again.

“I won’t be able to shorten the practices all the time, Mizuno-san,” he stated. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Hai, senpai,” I replied. “Thank you.” I saw Akaya coming over and grabbed my backpack off the ground. He gave me a glare, which I ignored. I then started walking away, leaving him to hurry and catch up. We didn’t talk on the way home; we never did. We barely exchanged words with each other at school either. Pretty soon, junior high ended for us and we entered Rikkaidai senior high school.

Nothing changed. Well, okay, Akaya wasn’t as cruel as he had been at 13, but he was no angel. He dated a new girl every month or so. It was disgusting. And for some reason, whenever I had a chance at getting a date with a guy, Akaya would always scare him away for no reason at all. I confronted him about it and he just shrugged and said someone like me shouldn’t date. That earned him a black eye. I wasn’t afraid to hit him. I had been taken advantage of for too long.

I eventually was able to date one person in high school. He went to a different school and it was completely by accident that we had met. I had been at one of Akaya’s tennis games, unwillingly, mind you, and had left to go find the bathroom. As I was rounding a corner, I bumped into someone and began to apologize furiously. I heard a soft, “It’s okay” and glanced up to see a boy probably my age with light brown hair and hazel eyes. He had a small X-shaped scar on his forehead as well. My cheeks turned red.

“G-Gomen nasai,” I mumbled again.

The boy laughed. “Like I said before, it’s okay,” he replied. He smiled. “I’m Fuji Yuuta of St. Rudolph.”

I blinked and smiled back. “Mizuno Natari of Rikkaidai.”

“Nice to meet you, Mizuno-san.”

“You as well, Fuji-san.”

And that was the beginning of a great friendship and later relationship. I kept Yuuta a secret from my mom and Akaya as best I could. I couldn’t let them know that I was seeing someone. During our last years in high school, unfortunately, Yuuta and I were found out. We decided it’d be best if we broke it off and remained friends. And so we did. When I entered university, for some reason, Akaya entered into the same one as me. I was happy because Yuuta was also attending and I actually had someone on campus that I could talk to.

We spent our days just talking about what was new in our lives. He talked about his brother, I talked about Akaya. Eventually, Yuuta started asking me if I actually had feelings for the devil spawn. I laughed out loud.

“Me? Like Akaya? Are you crazy?” I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

Yuuta shrugged. “Considering that you’ve known each other since you were in diapers, I’m surprised you guys haven’t dated at all.”

“I’d rather be poisoned.”

“That’s a little harsh.”

“It’s the truth.”

And it was. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about Kirihara Akaya. We weren’t childhood friends; we were childhood acquaintances. Yuuta seemed to think that I was denying my feelings or whatever. That had me scowling for the rest of the day and snapping at my professors. I saw Akaya on the tennis courts by the university and debated going over to him and slapping him senseless, just because I was angry.

But then he noticed me and grinned. “Hey Natari!” he called and waved me over. I scowled again and walked towards him, ignoring the looks the other members were giving me. Devil boy slapped a hand on my back. “How ya been?”

“Better,” I growled. That urge to slap him was increasing.

“Saw ya talkin’ with Fuji Jr. earlier.”

“Don’t call him that.”

“Natari, why do you hate me so much?”

I just stared at him. He did not just ask that. “Akaya, do you want me to list all the reasons why?”

“Is it because I ripped the head off your stuffed rabbit when we were five?”

I gaped. “I’ve long gotten over that, Akaya. You’ve done a lot more to make me hate you.”

“I have?”

I wanted to punch him. “Yes, you have.”

“Well I’m sorry.”

I blinked. “You’re about 20 years too late.”

“Natari, c’mon, let me make it up to you.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No is no.”

“I’ll buy you dinner.”

“No.”

“I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Eww, no!”

“I’ll—”

“Akaya, just stop.”

He stared at me with those emerald green eyes of his. He was trying to gain sympathy from me. Damn him. “Please Natari, I’ll do anything.”

That perked my interest. “Anything?”

And that’s how he began to slowly worm his way into my heart. Why he was suddenly being a nice guy, I’ll never know, but it was a nice change. I wasn’t constantly being teased anymore. He did my errands for me when I couldn’t or just didn’t want to. It was like having a little servant boy. But then he started to redeem himself in my eyes and that bothered me. This was supposed to Kirihara Akaya, the devil boy I had grown up with. Now he was just…Kirihara Akaya, sweet and charming.

It was scary. I somehow agreed to a date with him, in which he brought me to a concert played by my favorite band. How he knew who my favorite band was, I’ll never know. And I never bothered to ask. He then took me to a nightclub where we actually danced together. I had some wine and he had some wine and by the time we made it back to my apartment, I was trying my hardest to get him off me. He kept trying to kiss me and it was unnerving. I had a pretty high alcohol tolerance, but I knew he didn’t. He was utterly drunk and falling all over me, breathing on me and touching me.

I liked the attention, but not when it was coming from a drunk person. “Natari, you look sexy,” he slurred. “Can I eat you up?”

“No,” I snapped.

“Aww, you’re mean.”

“Akaya, you’re drunk. Just sleep.”

“But I dun wanna.”

He staggered over to me with a grin and pressed his lips against my collarbone. I panicked. “Okay, stop!” He pulled away with a lazy smile, his eyes half-lidded. His tongue was sticking out and he leaned down to lick at my collarbone. “Akaya!” His mouth didn’t stop there either. He leaned me down on the bed and used his hands to pull my top off. His mouth closed over one of my breasts and I cried out. This was too much. Akaya was too drunk. I tried pushing him away, but it felt so good. I had never been intimate with anyone before.

He then looked up at me and smiled. “I like you,” he said.

“Huh?”

“I like you. A lot.” Then he kissed me. I wasn’t thinking very clearly. If I had been, I would have stopped him from stripping us both naked. I felt vulnerable and shy, but Akaya, who seemed a lot less drunk than before, merely smiled again and kissed me, holding me in his arms. I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered, “I wanna make love to you.”

My heart sped up, my legs felt like jelly, and something warm ignited in the pit of my stomach. I was excited and nervous, but mostly excited. I nodded my head and closed my eyes happily when he lowered me to the bed.

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bwahaha! cliffhanger! XD So yeah, I gotta go now. Gotta wash dishes and then see The Closer tonight, wee!!

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