Summer Haze

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Keizou laid sprawled across the roof of his hideaway treehouse deep in Kemamoto Village's forest and stared lazily up at the clouds. Recently life had slowed to a halt for him; after Ubaune was defeated, the Kaima were purged from the village, and he completed the Youkai Watch there wasn't any excitement to have. Each day in his small rural village was filled with a dull silence broken up only by the occasional cry of cicadas. Usually he could at least talk and skip rocks with Yukippe to fill the silence, but she had gone to visit a relative in a distant village and wouldn't be back until the end of the summer.

He fished the original stone that helped him see Fuyunyan for the first time out of his pocket and stretched it to the sky, staring through it. "I wonder what he's up to right now," he wondered out loud. A week or so after the final battle with Ubaune, Fuyunyan ended up leaving, saying his youkai nature was calling him and that he couldn't stay in the same spot any longer. Before he left he scribbled together a medal for Keizou and told Keizou to call on him if he ever needed him. That happened weeks ago and he still had not called on him, not because he didn't miss him – Fuyunyan was now one of his closest friends after all – but because he was on a man's journey and something like that shouldn't be interrupted just because some kid was lonely.

He never called upon any of his other youkai friends either, mostly for the same reason he didn't call Fuyunyan. He was supposed to be Guts Kamen, a beacon of justice, someone that came to the call of others and never needed to call for help himself. Usually he found pride in his poetic solidarity, but recently all the thought left him feeling was a dull pain in his chest. 'Old habits die hard,' he thought to himself.

He suddenly sat up and screamed into the forest, shuffling his hands through his dark mahogany hair. "Augh, why can't I be a normal boy with a normal life and normal friends? Why can't I be more…more average?" As his words began to echo off into the distance a bright light began to shine near him. He instinctively put on his Guts googles, pulled his scarf over his mouth, leapt off the roof of his treehouse, and readied his bat in an aggressive stance prepared for whatever the light might throw at him. Soon the light subsided and from it came a red three-sided mirror that was folded in so that none of the mirror panes showed. He began to slowly inch towards it, his bat still outstretched and poised to strike. "What are you?"

A face suddenly appeared at the top of the mirror. "Ungaisanmenkyou, a youkai. What else could I be," it sarcastically asked.

Still on his guard he continued to slowly step towards it. "Are you a kaima? Or are you a good youkai?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?" With those words the mirror unfolded and released another bright flash of light. He ended up dropping his bat to use his hands to shield his eyes, and shortly he felt something slam into him, falling on top of him and shoving him to the ground.

"H-hey Keizou." A few seconds later his eyes adjusted and he saw that the voice belonged to Keita. His heart skipped a beat and he immediately embraced Keita tightly. He wasn't sure why Keita was here or how he even got back to the past in the first place, but that didn't matter to him at all. He was just overjoyed to finally have some company for the first time in what felt like ages, especially since it was the company of the one boy that flipped his life around and freed him from his solitude. Keita gently returned the hug and chuckled softly. "I've missed you too.

Keizou felt himself blush slightly. Glad that he still had his scarf and goggles covering most of his face he pushed Keita off of him before he could have a chance to notice. He took a quick breath to calm down and stood up, removing his scarf and goggles from his face. "Who would miss you, idiot?" He gave Keita a playful smirk.

"That's the kind of greeting I get after coming all this way to see you?"

"No one asked you come." Keizou paused and averted his gaze. "But since you came all this way you might as well stay for a while."

"Still as dishonest with your feelings as always." Keizou stuck his tongue out at Keita. As Keita began to stand up and dust himself off Keizou was able to get a better look at him. His outfit was slightly different than the last time he saw him. Instead of a stylized layered look with a red vest worn over a white hoodie he now wore a simple red shirt that was tucked into his cargo pants and had two blue bars on his right sleeve and a white star placed right in the middle of his chest.

"What happened to your fancy future clothes? Your new clothes are so plain and average."

"Don't call it average," Keita called out in a fluster. "Besides, I don't want to hear that from you Mr. tank top and cape."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Keizou waved his hand dismissingly. "Why are you here anyway? And more importantly how did you get here?"

"You saw the mirror from earlier, right? Are you familiar with the youkai Ungaikyou?" Keizou nodded his head. "Well the mirror you saw earlier is a powered up one. Not only can it travel through mirrors to teleport itself, but it also can travel through time. Something about being able to reflect the past, present, and future of whoever stands in front of it." He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "Honestly I didn't listen to the explanation too well." He looked down and began to prod the dirt with his foot. "I was just really excited to get a chance to see you again so I just wanted it to hurry and give me it's medal so I could be on my way. I've been pretty bored lately, and I figured you might be too."

Keizou opened his mouth, prepared to let out a sarcastic quip, but stopped himself. Keita was completely right about how bored he had been lately, and since Keita went through all this trouble to visit the he could do was be a little more honest with himself and show a bit more kindness. "Yeah, you hit the nail on the head. Yukippe left to visit relatives for the rest of the summer, and Fuyunyan left on a journey. Speaking of youkai cats, where's Jibanyan? And Whisper for that matter?"

"The Ungaisanmenkyou I befriended was pretty new at its job so it wanted to stick to time traveling only one being at a time until it gains some confidence. I'm glad though; Jibanyan and Whisper live in my room so I rarely get any private time. Whisper even barges in on me sometimes while I'm in the bath so I can't even find a moment to jer-" Keita stopped abruptly and blushed as he had almost said something personal and incredibly embarrassing.

Keizou cocked his head. "Jer- what? What were you about to say?"

"N-nothing. Don't worry about it. It was nothing."

"Man, sometimes I really wonder if we really are related." Keizou squinted his eyes and stared at Keita. "I can't imagine any descendant of mine being so spineless and bashful."

"My bad for not being a clone copy of you," Keita exclaimed sarcastically. After a pause he let out a laugh. "Well, I may not be like you on the inside, but we sure are alike on the outside. Looking at you is like looking in a tanned mirror."

Keizou quickly looked up and down all of Keita. "Hmm, you're right. Guess I never thought about it too much." He did another once-over of Keita. "I wonder how many more similarities there are."

"How many more? What else is there to compare?"

"Y'know, like nipples, bellybuttons, our chinkos, stuff like that."

Keita blushed once again. "Ch-chinkos?! Why would we compare those? Why are you even calling them that," Keita asked hastily in an attempt to change the subject even just a little bit. "That's such a dirty term to use. Not to mention it's out of date."

"Oh," Keizou began to ask in a defensive tone. "Then what do you call 'em?"

Keita's face grew from pink to a light red. "W-wieners."

Keizou burst out in a fit of laughter. "Wieners? As in like hot dogs? That's hilarious!" Without warning Keizou began to strip out of his clothing as Keita, in a state of shock, confusedly watched on. First he started with his cape/scarf and googles, carelessly tossing the off to his side as he kicked off his geta from his feet. Then he took off his tank top, revealing a smooth torso and stomach almost as tan as the rest of him with the exception of the tan lines left by the tank top and small, slightly darker nipples that lay flat on his chest. Finally he undid the buttons on his shorts and took them and his underwear off in one quick motion, leaving himself completely bare. He looked down at his dick. "Weiner? This looks more like a propeller to me." He gave Keita a huge grin and began to twist his hips around and spin his dick in a clockwise motion.

Keita finally pulled himself out of his shock and quickly covered his eyes with his hands. He had gone to local bath houses with Kanchi and Kuma plenty of times so he was used to other males' nudity, but he had never seen another boy be so brazen about their nudity before. He could feel the color rushing to his face, and for some reason he began to feel his own dick stir and grow slightly in his briefs. "Wha-wha-what in the world are you doing? Why are you getting naked in broad daylight?"

Keizou stopped his propeller motion. "Well how else are we supposed to compare ourselves? It's not like you haven't seen another guy naked before. Haven't you been to a bath house?"

Keita cracked open his fingers slightly to look a Keizou, his eyes automatically drawn to his crotch. Keizou's dick was the same light brown as the rest of his skin beyond his tanlines with a pink tip that peaked out slightly from his foreskin, the whole thing hanging below a very small tuft of pubic hair. His balls hung slightly loose from his body, meeting with his dick at the tip. Keita stared, mesmerized, for a few seconds and then closed the gap between his fingers as quickly as he opened them. "Yeah, I've seen other guys naked before but, but never like this!"

"C'mon, now it's your turn."

"No way! Especially since we're out in the open. Aren't you afraid that someone will see you?"

"Nah, no one ever comes out here. Why do you think I built my secret base here? Now stop being shy and take off your clothes."

"I told you no! Doing something like that is way too embarrassing!"

"Well if that's the case." Keizou trailed off mid-sentence. Before Keita could react he felt Keizou tackle him to the ground and quickly rip off his shirt.

"What are you doing," Keita stammered.

"Well you wouldn't take off your clothes yourself so I had to do it for you. Now stop struggling so I can get the rest off of you." Keita tried to twist his body and flail his arms to break free, but Keizou just planted himself on top of Keita's crotch and pinned his arms to the ground. Keita felt his dick twitch and grow slightly once again.

Although he and Keizou were about the same height Keita finally remembered how much more athletic Keizou was and realized he had no chance of overpowering him. He turned his head away from Keizou and looked into the forest. "Fine, I give up. Just hurry up and do your comparisons or whatever you wanted to do."

Keizou smiled and let go of Keita's arms. He began to move his hand across Keita's chest, eventually focusing on his nipples. His hand was warm and slightly rough, but his touch was gentle. "Besides being pale as a ghost you're just as smooth as I am. Except for your nipples, they're a bit pointier than mine." He gave Keita's left nipple a slight twist. A slight shiver shot through Keita's body, the reverberations culminating at his dick, making it grow ever so larger to where it strained against his briefs, stretching the fabric as much as it could. He closed his eyes tightly shut and bit his bottom lip, hoping Keizou didn't feel it.

Keizou began to slide his hand further down, passing over the ridges of the rib cage and down to the stomach. "You have an innie huh?" He stuck his finger into the navel and began to twirl it around. Keita bit his bottom lip even harder as he felt his dick become completely erect and cause precum to begin to seep into his breifs. He was sure Keizou had felt it by now. "I've never seen an innie up close before. Mine's an outie." He stuck out his stomach a bit so Keita could see. "By the way, what in the world is in your pocket? There's been something poking my butt ever since I sat on you." Keita could feel his face turning so red that stream should've been shooting out of his ears.

"It's...It's my…," Keita stammered.

"It's your what? C'mon speak up." Keita remained silent. "Well if you won't tell me then I'll find out myself." Before Keita could respond Keizou reversed his sitting position, undid Keita's pants, and slipped them and his briefs off. Keita's dick ended up catching the waistband of his briefs and came springing out and slapping against his stomach leaving the two connected with a thin strand of pre-cum. Keita was overwhelmed with embarrassment, and tears began to well up in his eyes. "Ooooh, so it was your chinko that was poking me. Do you have to pee or something?"

Keita felt some of his embarrassment subside due to Keizou's surprising naiveté. "N-no. You've never had your wiener get hard before?"

Keizou twisted body slightly to meet Keita's gaze, his dick and balls sliding across Keita's stomach. Keita felt his dick twitch and a small bead of pre-cum trickled out his tip and slid down his shaft. He had never had this much stimulation before, and definitely had never had this much direct contact before another boy before, and he didn't know how much of it he could take. "Yeah, my chinko's gotten hard before, but only in the mornings when I have to pee or if I scrub it too hard in the bath. Why is yours hard?"

"Th-that's because you've been rough and touching me everywhere. It's not my fault."

"Hmm," Keizou hummed as he turned back around. He slid his body further up Keita's body, his butt practically in Keita's face as he lowered his head to get a better look at the throbbing member in front of him. "What's all this stuff coming out of it?" He poked at the tip a few times, and Keita let out a small moan. He played with the pre-cum, stringing it between his fingers.

"S-stop," Keita begged. "Don't touch there. Anywhere but there."

"Aw, don't be such a baby. How come your tip isn't all the way out? Anytime my chinko gets hard the tip always pokes out." He snickered. Keita could feel his breath blow across his dick. "Guess that means I'm bigger than you. I wonder if it'll look the same as mine if I pull the foreskin back." He acted upon his words and quickly pulled back Keita's foreskin. Keita could feel his orgasm building up the whole time, but he finally reached the point where he couldn't hold it back.

"I… I can't take anymore!" With a moan Keita felt his hips convulse as he shot two wads of translucent cum into Keizou's face with the remaining spurts dribbling onto his stomach. Once the convulsions ceased Keita quickly pushed a shocked Keizou off of him and quickly grabbed his clothes, tears welling in his eyes. He dressed himself and dug a medal out of his pocket. "Come on out, my friend, Ungaisanmenkyou. Youkai medal, set on." As quickly as he set the medal the three pane mirror appeared once again in a flash of light. "Take me back to my time period. Please." The mirror opened, and before Keizou could stop him and ask what had just happened Keita stepped through the mirror and disappeared.