Ok, so this is the sequal thing to Fate? Cruel? No Way! It's a cross over from Ghost Hunt to OHSHC since I thought it would be fun to write ^.^
Now my awesome readers, you'll have to forgive me when uploading this story since I have a lot of things to do lately so I may not upload quickly. I'm sorry! But anyway, I've already finished (nearly -_-) chapter 1, so all's good. Yep, yep.
Sooo, here it is... I hope you enjoy it! And remember, you're always welcome to share celerbratory cookies with me! Just in case you can't, y'know, finish them all by yourself... tehe :3
Just to clarify: Some characters in the following will be a little O.O.C. They are described as what my weirdo imagination likes to think of them like. But still, ENJOY!
"Ah! No, wait Bou-san!" The air was coming out thickly now as I tried to steady my breathing. My knees were weak and my mouth parted slightly.
Bou-san in return grunted at my breathless plea, yet continued to advance his hand near the top of the blue shorts I was wearing. "I'm nearly there, you'll feel it soon."
"B-but Bou-san, can't we wait until later?" I asked quietly, before scrunching up my nose as something hot and slimy touched the outside of my covered behind. My breathing continued to quicken as the heat and wetness lowered slightly.
"Here, hold your shirt up higher; it's getting in the way. I need better access," the monk ordered. "And stop trying to pull away, you're having it in there whether you like it or not."
I whined in protest, fisting the desk in front of me when I felt it all in the back of my underwear. My cheeks were burning from the embarrassment as well as the denial that I had to do his. And in the desperate need to distract myself from what was going on behind me, I diverted my thinking to sheep. I hated sheep. Darn.
"Yasu, this may feel awkward for awhile, but bare with it for a few seconds until I pull it out. Ok?" Bou-san mumbled in my ear. I nodded in response, knowing I couldn't get out of it anyway. With my eyes held firmly shut, I whimpered my way through just 4 seconds of torture before finally pulling Bou-san's hand from my pants, bringing the slimy hot rubber ball of custard out with it.
"I can't do it! Mai! Ayako! You win, just keep the goddamn money, and don't ever make me have Bou-san shove custard down my pants again!" I bellowed girlishly whilst grimacing at the sight of said custard.
Mai and Ayako, along with John, Bou-san and Masako, could be heard laughing in the background. Giggling at my non manly defeat. Naru simply ignored our lack of work morality and let us get on with our little bet; if I couldn't hold hot custard (in a thin balloon) down my pants for 15 seconds, then they won a fair share of money each. And much to my distaste, they won.
Hours later the thought of losing all that money was still too much for little old me, so I headed to the public library near my high school to clear my head.
Evidently, Fate? Cruel? Yes way!, had other ideas and instead of the peaceful read of the book I intended to indulge in, I got a very annoying call from my very annoying sister, making my very annoying phone go off in a very quiet library. I had only got to pull out my pocketed phone before an elderly voice caught my attention.
"Damn boy! This is a library for bookworms and not high egoistic phone calls from highly inappropriate chat lines! Now go on, get you little legs out of this library before I kick you out!" An old lady with ANCIENT glasses hissed at me. My phone was soon ignored as I stared at the innocent librarian who had deemed it appropriate to assume I am speaking on chat lines. Moi? Chat lines? Psh! Obviously not! ... well not ones with girls on the other line anyway. Ha! Surprise people, Moi is gay! Yep, I prefer finger lickin', soldier brickin' guys! Muhahahaha! Anyway... Bou-san's not my type.
My ringing phone and the librarian, who now had her arms up in a fighting stance, brought me out of my freakishly weird daydream. "Ah. Yeah, sorry about that baggy Betty but if you'll just hook me up with the rest of your speech later I'll probably get back to you. Right now I have an annoying sister to block out when she starts babbling." I grinned cheekily, waving to the confused librarian and skipping from the library doors.
I breathed out before pressing the answer button on my touch screen phone. "Talk." I demanded, trying to sound authoritative and menacing. However that failed when I laughed at a nearby dog humping some shocked mans leg. Wait, is that dog a male?! Hmm, interesting...
"Yasu!" A female voice screamed from the other side of the phone before sighing in defeat. "Geez Yasu, are you perving on dogs and unsuspecting pedestrians again?" My sister asked. I blinked once, before stuttering a no into the phone. Damn this woman has eyes everywhere!
"Yasu, I need to talk to you." She giggled excitedly after a usual banter of nonsense. I frowned playfully, even though she couldn't see me.
"Aren't you already talking to me?" I heard her frustrated growl on the other end and knew that she was probably twirling her black locks in her fingers from stress due to my constant teasing.
"Anyway," she began, "Shinzou proposed to me!" Ouch. That's my ear drum gone.
I decided to tease her a little more, knowing she'll hang up soon anyway. "What? Shinzou? Hasn't he ran away from you yet? Damn! Give it a month." I laughed. She growled again.
"I'm being serious Yasu! Anyway, I want you to do a dance at my wedding. You refused to even look at the dance floor at our parents wedding, so this is pay back." I could actually hear her grinning evilly at her master plan. She devil.
"Hey, that dance floor was damn to bright!" My defense was futile though; I hate dancing. Bleh! Wait... she wants me to dance!
"Hey now Chika, you can't be serious. I can't dance!" I whined.
She flicked her tongue casually in the phone. "Well then learn. I'm sure Kyouya can help." And without even letting me say anything back, she hung up. Darn.
Hmmm, Kyouya. I haven't seen him for years. But Chika's right, he could help. What with him graduating that posh school and all.
Right, it's decided! I shall call Kyouya now! ... or later ... who am I kidding?! I shall be calling Kyouya Ootori tomorrow when I can be bothered.
Now, off to the donut store!
Mmmmm, donuts...