Title: The Untouchable Chapter 2: The “Punishment”
Rating: R
Pairings:Kag/Inu, Kik/Sess, Mir/San
Warnings: Alternate Universe, naughty languageSummary: Kagome is a lowly untouchable. What happens when she accidentally touches a hanyou prince?
Title: The Untouchable Chapter 1: The Set-Up
Rating: R
Pairings:Kag/Inu, Kik/Sess, Mir/San
Warnings: Alternate Universe, naughty languageSummary: Kagome is a lowly untouchable. What happens when she accidentally touches a hanyou prince?
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Shinohara meant what he said to Tetsu. He had no intentions of winning over Yamaguchi Kumiko,and as far as he was concerned Tetsu was welcome to her. He grinned at the man’s wide-eyed expression easily as he turned back to watch class 3-D enjoying themselves.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Kumiko - far from it. He had taken a fancy to her the moment he met her on the bus. The problem was he was also quite keen with his current occupation. He didn’t really know much about how the Ooedo clan was run, but he had a feeling that whoever Kumiko married would become head of the clan, and he wasn’t prepared to give up his job as a police officer. He also knew that Kumiko had a strong sense of obligation to her family, and would never cut her ties with them. She would have to do so if she were to marry him - his position would be in danger if she were to run and help out the yakuza whenever they needed assistance.
However, although he had given his blessings to Tetsu and Kashiwagi (who didn’t have a chance in the world, the poor man), he nearly choked when that Sawada boy popped up out of nowhere and declared himself a rival for Kumiko’s affections as well.
He shrugged it off at the time, but it still irritated him. What was wrong with that kid? Did he think it would be “cool” to be with Kumiko because she is the Ojou for a yakuza family? Did he even know how dangerous it would be to have a relationship with her? How could someone as young as him even think of such a thing? How could he even love her properly, as young as he is?
However, Shinohara said nothing. It was what Kumiko might call a “promise between men”. It was an unspoken agreement that their intentions would not be conveyed to Kumiko, nor would they interfere with each other’s chances. All four of the men involved had enough pride to play fair. None of them wanted to win Kumiko’s heart through an act of trickery or defamation, including Sawada.
He had almost forgotten about the situation until he was invited out to dinner with Kumiko and her family. He was placed next to Kumiko, and they sat across from none other than Sawada Shin. Shinohara thought at first that Sawada didn’t look very happy with his seat…but then again, Sawada rarely let his expression slip out of its disinterested mode. Their gazes met for a brief moment before Sawada rolled his eyes and turned away, remaining silent and looking slightly annoyed.
The dinner wasn’t particularly eventful, and Shinohara began to notice things – little things that one wouldn’t notice if they weren’t paying close attention. And he WAS, in fact paying close attention, because…because…well, a rivalry is a rivalry, right?
He noticed how Sawada could calm one of Kumiko’s tirades with nothing but a soft “Yankumi.” He noticed the way he looked at her when he knew her attention was elsewhere. He noticed how at ease the boy seemed to be with a family full of gangsters and how familiar they seemed to be with him. Of of them – the Young Chief named Kyo, Shinohara believed – was even trying to slip sake into Sawada’s drink every so often, and Sawada evaded those attempts like he was an old pro at the game.
And that’s when Shinohara had to wonder: how long had Sawada Shin known these people? Kumiko’s secret had just been revealed a week or so ago. There was no way that this boy could have gotten so close to her and her family in that short amount of time, especially considering their social status.
Maybe he knew what he was getting into after all.
When it came time for Shinohara to leave, as he had an early day ahead of him, Kumiko made a gleeful show of getting up and seeing him out the door. As expected, Sawada stayed put, though he looked visibly tense.
“I had a good time tonight, Kumiko-san,” he said at the door. He never thought he’d say that after spending a night in a room full of yakuza.
“I’m glad you did,” Kumiko gushed happily. “I’m sure you can come by again sometime. Or maybe we can–”
“Kumiko,” he interrupted seriously, causing her to pause in surprise. “That boy in there…”
“Sawada?” she asked, confused.
“Yes. You should…you should be mindful of his feelings.” He grimaced. This was harder for him than he thought it would be.
“Eh?”
Shinohara had no choice but to continue. He shifted uncomfortably. “Like…how you would be mindful of Tetsu’s feelings.” He held his breath as her eyes widened in recognition.
“WHAT?” she said, and loudly at that. “You don’t think–”
“Shhh!” he hissed, and she caught herself, continuing in a softer voice.
“You don’t think he likes me like that, do you?” she whispered tentatively, her expression slightly alarmed.
He nodded once, firmly. “Be discreet, Kumiko-san. I’ll see you later.”
“Y…yeah,” she replied quietly as he left. She slowly made her way back to the dining room where her student was still seated and waiting for her. Everyone else had cleared out, so she sat beside him. He looked at her worriedly – he was always the first to notice when she wasn’t feeling well, she realized suddenly – and she could feel her face heating up with his gaze.
“You okay?”
“Oh, yeah! I’m fine!” she laughed. Be discreet, she told herself. Be discreet. It wasn’t working. She knew he could tell she was overdoing it when he rolled his eyes at her. Damnit, she could play things off with Tetsu so easily, so why was the thought of Sawada liking her the same way throwing her off? “I’m fine, so don’t worry!” she repeated, reaching over to ruffle his hair. Surprisingly, he let it slide.
“Fine.”
With that, his expression returned to normal, and Kumiko breathed a sigh of relief. Shinohara must have been mistaken, she decided. He’s a good kid, that’s all.
There’s no way it could be anything more…right?
Fandom: Full Metal Panic
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kaname/Sousuke
Status: Complete
Warnings: THE FLU OMFG!Summary: Sousuke heads over to Kaname’s only to find that he has to face a different sort of invasion than usual.
Authors Notes: This was written for heebee at the himitsu_santa community. She requested light Kaname/Sousuke waff. It’s set a bit after TSR and before the Christmas novel. There’s really only one spoiler for TSR near the end and it isn’t a big one.
“Tasers…check.”
The teenager known as Sagara Sousuke moved away from the devices he had just been inspecting and crouched in front of his doorway, producing a small pump from his jacket pocket. He delicately spritzed a few inches from the floor, and nodded with satisfaction as a thin, red line appeared.
“Laser sensors…check.”
Sousuke quickly pushed a few buttons on the control panel installed into the wall before stepping out of the apartment and pulling the door shut behind him. With a swift movement, he pushed his key into the door knob and locked it from the outside.
“Alarm activated. The apartment is secure.”
This was a daily routine for Sousuke. After all, his apartment contained weapons, electronic equipment, and top-secret data owned by the mercenary group he belonged to – Mythril. It would be a disaster if it fell into the wrong hands. Even his charge, Chidori Kaname, couldn’t deny that. She would still roll his eyes at his caution every so often, but after she had nearly been killed when left in the care of one of Mythril’s intelligence agents, she practiced a little more patience with him.
Patience that would soon wane if he didn’t meet her soon. “What kind of an example would I be if I were late to school?” she’d say.
Sousuke shifted the weight of the bag on his shoulder and stepped outside of his complex. Normally Chidori would be waiting outside of her own building by this time, but it seemed that she was running late today. That’s right, said the little Kaname in his head, crossing her arms and nodding solemnly. She’s running late. Not kidnapped by a terrorist, not being tortured by a terrorist, not anything to do with a terrorist. She’s just late.
All thoughts of nasty looking men licking knives pushed aside, Sousuke was still worried about Kaname. Old habits die hard, after all. Not wanting to stand around outside waiting for her, he calmly walked to her apartment, calmly knocked on the door, and calmly waited for her to answer it. “Calmly” was a relative term, of course, but he was learning. It was obvious by the way he kept his hands at his sides instead of reaching for the weapon tucked away in his pocket, even though they were firmly clenched into fists.
“Just a second!” her voice called out. He let out a breath he wasn’t even aware he had been holding in, chastising himself lightly for not being as relaxed as he ought to have been.
It was only a few moments before she opened the door, and her appearance caused him to step back in mild shock. Her face was unnaturally flushed, and she had very noticeable circles under her eyes. She saw him falter and immediately knew the reason why. How could she not? She saw her reflection in the mirror this morning. “I’m just a bit tired. I think I caught a cold – so don’t worry about it, okay?”
“But—” Sousuke tried to reply, but Kaname had already turned from the door and was making her way to the bathroom.
“I said,” she growled, quickly whipping around to glare at Sousuke, “I’m fine—”
Sousuke nearly had a heart attack when her eyes rolled back and she tilted to one side. Time seemed to move in slow motion as he dropped his bag and dove beneath her, just barely keeping her head from cracking into the floor.
“Chidori?” he said worriedly, not daring to move. They were in quite a precarious position – she was laying face down on his chest, and his arms were wrapped around her to help direct her fall. If she woke up now…
Well, he would prefer it if she woke up now, because then he would know she was okay. As it was, her lack of response set his brain back into gear. He carefully sat up and gently rolled Kaname over onto the floor on her back.
“No external injuries,” he muttered as his training kicked in and he moved her arms to her sides. “All limbs appear to be intact.” Again noticing how flushed her cheeks were, he lifted a hand to her forehead and recoiled when he felt how hot she was. A fever!
Sousuke had seen, and been through, his fair share of fevers. If not properly attended to, a high-temperature fever could do a lot of damage to the human body. This was why he was slightly more panicked as he scooped Kaname off the floor and lay her on the bed. He managed to position her under the covers and tuck her in securely before running out into the hallway.
“Med—” he started to yell before catching himself. There were no medics in this building. He ran profile checks on all of its residents when he was first assigned this mission, and continued to monitor new inhabitants. If anyone but Chidori had fallen ill, he would have remembered that right away; because it was her, he was forgetting himself and overreacting.
“Sou…suke?” Kaname muttered wearily as he stepped back into the apartment. “It’s hot…”
He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water. “Drink this,” he said, handing her the glass, “and stay under the blankets. You have a fever and possibly influenza. You need to perspire and drink plenty of fluids.”
She eyed him incredulously. “I’m fine. I have a cold, is all!” She sat up and tried to look haughty, but Sousuke noticed the grimace on her face as she pulled herself upright. He would have to show her how he came to his conclusion. Her stubbornness would only keep her sick for a longer period of time.
“Have you been sneezing?”
“No.”
“Clogged sinuses?”
“No.”
“Sore throat?”
“Sousuke, what is this all about?”
“If I am to properly relay your condition to the local pharmacist, I will need this information. Please answer the question.”
“…No.” Good, she would listen to him now.
“Are you experiencing muscle pain?” He knew she was – at least in her back.
“…Maybe a little,” she said softly.
“Do you have a headache?” She remained silent and looked down at her glass – almost assuredly a yes. He had won this time.
“Along with those symptoms, you are visibly exhausted and running a fever. It is safe to assume that you have contracted influenza.” Sousuke didn’t know this for sure, but it was the most likely illness. It could still be dangerous, though – dehydration was always a possibility when dealing with fevers as well as other less pleasant effects of the illness.
“I’ll look in my field manual for some remedies, so just relax for now,” he said, walking back across the room where he left his pack. He quickly fished out the book and flipped to the chapter for common battlefield ailments.
“Hypovolemic shock…inflammatory bowel disease…ah, here it is, influenza…” he trailed off as he read. When unable to immediately report to a Military Treatment Facility, it is imperative that a fever should be reduced immediately. Make sure the patient perspires while drinking plenty of water to keep his or her fluids replenished.
He looked over at Kaname to remind her to drink her water, but the words died in his throat when he noticed that she looked a bit panicked…and green in the face. Uh oh…
Surveying the room quickly, he spotted one of Kaname’s tote bags next to her nightstand. A moment later he was dumping out its contents and shoving it into the poor girl’s hands – and just in time, too, for she had barely opened it before she was sick inside of it.
Sousuke carefully sat beside her and pulled some loose strands of hair away from her face and rubbed gently on her back, trying to soothe her a little. Vomiting in front of someone can be very stressful and awkward – he knew from experience – and those feelings would only make it worse. He had been through enough to know that even the slightest bit of comfort would help her, though it was very rarely that he himself offered it.
He stopped when she seemed to be finished and took the tote bag into the bathroom to clean it out a bit. He didn’t take long, though – cleaning something like that would take more time than he was willing to give right now. Chidori came first. He took a moment to grab some Tylenol and the little trash can before going back out to her.
“I liked that bag,” she said softly as he exited the bathroom. She had lain down while he was cleaning up, curled in a ball and facing away from him.
“It will be easier to clean than the rest of your room.” He felt bad about it, but the blankets needed to stay clean to help with the fever.
“I know,” she said, and after a pause, asked, “Why are you helping me?”
“You don’t want me to?” He managed to keep from sounding hurt, but if Kaname had been facing him she’d have noticed it in his eyes, if only for a moment.
“That’s not what I meant. It just…” It makes me happy, knowing you care…but I don’t want to hear that you would do it for anyone… It could be that he really cared, but what if he would do this for any fallen comrade? What if it’s his training kicking in? She decided to change the direction of her sentence. “Aren’t you worried that you’ll catch the flu, too?”
Oh, so that’s what’s bothering her? She needs to think about herself more. “I have already received my influenza inoculation. It’s not a problem.”
Kaname sighed and rolled over onto her back. “I should have expected an answer like that,” she mumbled as he set the trash can next to her bed.
“This will help with your fever,” he said, holding out the Tylenol. “Please take this and finish your water before I get back.”
“You’re leaving?” she asked sadly, her exhaustion causing her words to slur slightly.
“Yes,” he replied. The field manual had recommended various treatments that should relieve the worse of her symptoms, but he was sure she wouldn’t have most of them in her apartment. “I will return shortly.”
“Promise?” Her eyes looked almost desperate, and his own softened. He would never leave her when she needed him again. It didn’t matter how big or small the need – he wanted to be there as long as she’d have him there with her. As long as I make her feel safe, I’ll stay.
“I promise,” he replied, maybe a bit more forcefully than usual, before he stepped out of the apartment.
Kaname followed his instructions and snuggled back under the covers. She felt better just having him here with her, she realized. It didn’t matter if this was his training or if he was doing it just for her. Having him near, having him taking care of her…wasn’t that all she wanted? Hadn’t she followed him to China for that reason? As long as he’s here…I’ll never have to worry. Her thoughts resolved, and knowing that when she awoke he would be here watching over her, she finally drifted off to sleep.
Fandom: TricK
Rating: PG
Pairings: Naoko/Ueda
Status: CompleteSummary: Words can carry a mysterious power depending upon a person’s heart, as Naoko is about to find out…
Authors Notes: Well…It’s short, but I think it’s pretty good. This is my first fic for this fandom. =D
“YOU.”
His baritone voice sent an involuntary shiver down body, as it always did when he referred to her that way. It was reserved only for her, she knew – he had never used it for anyone else. She had only realized it just now, though. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t noticed before.
“YOU.”
His breath caressed her neck as he stepped close behind her and spoke near her ear. Her body betrayed her again with a shiver, and she felt the warmth on her neck where his breath hit it. She knew from his small chuckle that he had noticed her reaction.
“YOU.”
She vaguely wondered in the back of her mind why she didn’t pull away when his hands slipped along her waist and pulled her against him, but once his body was pressed against hers, any logical thoughts she might have had left vanished.
“YOU.”
His chest rumbled against her back when he spoke, and she could have sworn that his lips brushed against her ear. Her knees were weak and trembling from the contact; the only reason she was still standing was because he was holding her up.
“YOU.”
She had thought that this would couldn’t possibly have any more effect on her, but apparently when whispered breathily in her ear and followed by a kiss, it had the ability to set her soul on fire. Her legs finally gave out, but before she fell he caught her so she could slowly drop to the ground.
“YOU.”
She had been maneuvered without noticing so that she was now face to face with him. His eyes were serious and focused completely on her – she could see her reflection in them clearly. Without thought, she leaned forward…
“YOU…”
“GRAHHHHHHH!”
Naoko sat up suddenly, breathing heavily and bathed in sweat. She blinked a few times as if not knowing where she was. Upon realizing what she had just dreamt her hands flew to her head to muss her hair about.
“EEEUUUUGH!”
“There! All gone! What a nightmare!” she said cheerfully before standing to start her day.
Yamada Naoko, though in denial, would now remember not to eat too much natto before bed.
She looked like something out of a dream…the way her long, blonde tresses flowed and moved from the slight spring breeze…the way her sparkling, green eyes gazed up at me, twinkling in the moonlight. She stepped closer to me, and I could barely contain myself. “I love you,” I breathed, and I was delighted when she gasped oh-so-prettily, her breath catching in her throat.
“I…I love you too…”
“Oi, Potter! Don’t tell me you’ve gone faggot on me!”
Harry nearly fell off the sofa as his cousin loudly sauntered in the room where he had fallen asleep watching the news. Unfortunately the news had ended quite some time ago and a mushy romance movie had begun. Of course, that was the perfect time for Dudley to decide to come home (from wherever it was he had been) because now was the perfect time to pick on Harry.
“Oh, come on,” he mumbled sleepily. “You know I wasn’t watching that. ”
“As if you expect me to believe that, ” Dudley scoffed as he marched into the living room and clicked off the television set. “I oughtta just call you Pansy Potter from now on. ”
“Pansy this,” Harry said. He flipped Dursley the bird, to which the larger boy snorted as he plopped down in the recliner to read the daily newspaper.
It’s rather amazing what a few years can do to any sort of relationship. Harry had graduated from Hogwarts two years ago. Just afterwards, he had an ordeal with Voldemort that completely obliterated the older wizard but also rendered Harry nearly powerless. No one had been able to explain Harry’s sudden loss of power – all known remedies had been tried, and there simply wasn’t anything else wrong with him. Harry now had little more power than a squib.
Although he was still very much accepted in the wizarding world, the boy-who-lived had elected to convert a portion of his fortune into muggle money and buy a small apartment. He was tired of everyone feeling sorry for him or telling him how great he was. He wasn’t going to feel sorry for himself, or grasp hopelessly for some sort of ‘cure’ for his condition. If he wasn’t going to have his perfect dream life, then he was going to work damn hard to make a decent, normal living for himself. Because of this, he hadn’t seen any of his cohorts from Hogwarts for over a year and a half, though the occasional owl did fly in from time to time.
So where does Dudley fit into all this? Well, as it turns out, once he discovered the opposite sex Dudley had grown quite tired of his pampering parents. A teenager can only stand so much parental cuddling and sweetness in front of his friends, and after being embarrassed one too many times than he would have liked, Dudley had begun rebelling against Petunia and Vernon Dursley in a vain attempt to throw them off of his back. He would often do the opposite of what they asked of him (if he did anything for them at all, that is) and he even defended Harry a few times just to spite them.
The Dursley’s biggest disappointment in Dudley was when he quit boxing and joined the football team despite their wishes to keep their ‘Little Dudders’ in a more ‘manly’ sport. “Football is for wimps,” Mr. Dursley would argue, contradicting much of the country’s population. Within a few years, Dudley had trimmed down his overly large physique and became the starting right fullback for his local college’s team.
When Harry had purchased his own apartment, Dudley turned up there a few months later – what better way to annoy the older Dursleys than to live with the accursed Harry Potter? Although still arrogant, Dudley’s personality had rounded out a bit and Harry found living with his cousin to be quite tolerable – especially because the Dursleys insisted on sending money to Dudley every month. Harry was quite sure that Dudley hadn’t told his parents that the money was going towards the rent and other general expenses. He couldn’t blame his cousin really - if the Dursleys knew that Dudley had developed a sense of honor and dignity, they probably wouldn’t send him money at all.
Harry groaned and sat up, running his hands through his unruly hair. He worked the night shift at the public hospital, and with a glance at the clock he saw that he had just enough time to take a quick shower before he had to leave. He enjoyed his work at the hospital and didn’t even mind the night shift so much. He was given that shift because most of the freak accidents happened around that time. People would come in with strange abrasions, rashes, and other symptoms that the hospital staff had never seen before. It happened throughout the day as well, but usually the cases weren’t so bad and they were given a room to stay in until their ‘specialist’ arrived at 8:00 PM.
This job was, for the most part, Harry’s only connection to the wizarding world. The people he treated were usually those that had stumbled unwittingly into a stray magical creature or plant of some sort. When Harry had first applied there, the head nurse was skeptical about hiring someone with no professional training. However, during his trial month he had managed to successfully treat so many patients with baffling symptoms that the staff was happy to have him aboard. They found his methods to be a bit odd (to say the least), but since they tended to work, they didn’t make a fuss.
After a quick shower and another futile attempt to tame his hair, Harry walked to work; the hospital was only a few blocks from his apartment. Upon arriving, he was greeted with a smile from the receptionist. She was a pretty little thing, really; she had fair skin, short black tresses, and sensual curves. She was also peeved that Harry didn’t even seem to notice, though she would never mention it to him since he didn’t express preference to any of his coworkers.
“Mornin’, Gloria! Got anything for me?”
Yeah, the hots, she thought with a smirk. “Actually, an hour ago a young woman came in with a strange case. It appears that she’s…uh…blue.”
“Blue?” he repeated, a bit confused.
“Yeah, blue,” she confirmed, handing him the woman’s information. “You know, like the color. Blue as a smurf, she was, and the doctors couldn’t do a thing with her. She’s in room 107 now.”
He pouted slightly, unable to remember anything that would cause a person to turn blue. “Thanks, ‘Ria,” he said with a wave before shuffling off to room 107. He was really baffled about this one – usually his memory was quite good, and this would have definitely been a symptom that was odd enough to be easily remembered.
Harry reached the designated door and pushed it open. He was about to look down at the woman’s folder so he could call her by name when he realized that he didn’t need to. Although he hadn’t seen her for almost two years, the woman sitting on the bed (and staring with rapt attention at the television) was immediately recognizable to him. Why she was blue was anyone’s guess.
“Hermione?”
Fandom: Gokusen
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Shin/Yankumi
Status: COMPLETE
Warnings: Naughty words, some WAFFSummary: Shin’s thoughts on wearing the fundoshi and Yankumi’s reaction towards it. Spoilers for chapter 8.10.
Authors Notes: God I loved writing this fic! After I read the chapter, it just came to me. It NEEDED to be done. By the way, a fundoshi is a japanese loincloth.
Have you ever had that dream where you’re standing in front of your entire class, and suddenly you realize you’re wearing nothing but your tightie whities? Well, I’m having that dream right now. Just replace the underwear with a fundoshi and toss out the classmates in favor of a band of yakuza.
Wait, did I say I was dreaming?
I wish.
You see, right now I’m caught in the middle of such a “fundoshi moment”. And believe me, the fact that all of the yakuza currently “checking me out” are also wearing fundoshi doesn’t make me feel any better. If anything, it’s making me feel worse. I’m seeing way more of these men than I ever wanted to see.
I feel utterly ridiculous, standing here pale and scrawny and hairless among these big and burly men. Not a single chest hair to my name…how embarrassing.
I can’t even believe I let myself be convinced to do this in the first place. How could I be so stupid to think that Yamaguchi would see me as a man if I put on one of these things? I mean, I know she’s weird and stuff, but isn’t that just a bit…well, freakish? For all I know, she drew that creepy picture of the fundoshi corpses right after one of these corny festivals.
But when Shinohara said that anyone in the family who didn’t participate in the festival wasn’t a real man…well, I couldn’t lose face, right? Right? On the off-chance they’re telling the truth, Yamaguchi might add another hundred years to her manliness clause. It stung enough when she added the first hundred, and I really don’t want to get hit with that again.
“It feels reassuring to have the fundoshi close to your skin!”
I actually give Kyou’s declaration a thought, but before I can finish it, a breeze wafts into the room and blows across my bare ass cheeks. I grimace.
“Actually, I feel a little uneasy…”
Understatement of the year.
“Hey Kyou-san! It’s about time to go!”
My head whips around, and there stands Yamaguchi with her grandfather. He’s mildly surprised, but she looks a bit pissed.
“SAWADA!”
Shit, here it comes. I’m gonna get berated and kicked out in front of everyone. What am I doing? I shouldn’t have done this stupid thing in the first place…
It’s quiet.
A little too quiet.
Where’s that lecture I was expecting?
I slowly open my eyes that I hadn’t even realized were clenched shut.
Yamaguchi is looking at me funny. Really funny. Is my cock hanging out? Is there a pimple on my butt? No…she’s not laughing…that can’t be it.
It’s unlike any expression I’ve ever seen on her face before. It surpasses any look she’s ever thrown at me, and it’s certainly a lot more intense than the adoration that Shinohara gets from her. Her cheeks are crimson, and her eyes are glazed over. Unless I miss my guess, Yamaguchi Kumiko is…
Entranced.
I can’t believe she’s actually looking at me this way. ME. Not Shinohara. She’s gazing at me and blushing and I think she’s drooling too. Yeah, she’s definitely drooling. I want to reach out and touch her, and pull her into my embrace. But I don’t, because that’s sort of sappy, and it’d really piss her off And I really don’t want her to stop looking at me like that – like I’m a MAN, and not some boy, not some student, but a man she actually finds attractive.
It doesn’t look like she’s going to stop staring at me, either. I wonder what’s running through her head. Is she fantasizing about me? Does she want to tear off this stupid strip of cloth and have her way with me, or did her brain completely shut down?
Maybe I’m thinking too much.
Maybe this moment is lasting just a little too long for comfort.
I wait a bit longer. I don’t think she’s going to stop drooling any time soon.
“HEY!”
“Eh? AH!”
There. That seems to have knocked her back to her senses.
“Hn…looks pretty good.”
Wait…that’s it? That’s all she has to say? She’s walking away from me like nothing happened! Well, at least she didn’t say I looked like an idiot…
“LOOK!”
OW! I really wish Kyou wouldn’t slap my back so hard…
“Considering the look on her face, you just gained 99 years!”
“…Really? Just because I wore this?”
That settles it…Yamaguchi is a freak. The woman I want to be with is a total freak. Still, if this thing turns her on, I’m gonna have to invest in one. If all “fundoshi moments” are like this one…if she’ll see me as a man again, I’ll wear it suffer through that little bit of embarrassment.
