Beta'd by fuwacchi.
We don't own Kateikyoushi.
Chapter one—First Impressions
Running a hand through my hair, I raised my hand to slowly brush against the cold metal of the door knob. I was definitely nervous, that was for sure; even the bead of sweat that was slowly trailing down from my temple proved that. I gulped quickly, trying to ignore the lump that was growing in my throat, as I turned the knob and successfully opened the door. The creak of the hinges echoed through my eardrums for a few moments before it dulled down, the sound being replaced with a deafening silence.
"Hello?" I called into what I hoped was an empty, too large house.
I'd been asked by my distant aunt and uncle to look after their house whilst they were away on a cruise. At first, I was bemused why they'd even called me after not acknowledging my existence for almost twenty three years. Putting my petty feelings behind me, I enquired when such a thing would be taking place and the answer I got was that of in a few weeks. They'd explained that they didn't want to leave their sixteen-year-old son home alone and that if he had a relative, who was close in age, staying with him he'd feel assured. Hesitantly, I'd agreed before asking about the details and such. My aunt was kind enough—though I didn't know that before the phone call—to offer me a grand amount of money just to stay for a few weeks. As I was low on cash, and feeling rather lucky, I agreed quickly and even asked if she was sure that was the amount that she wanted to offer. There could've been language differences after all; I was only part Japanese whilst she was full. I could've misheard, I thought to myself.
Grasping the handle to my bag tighter in my right hand I took a cautious step into the house. I was still wary that it might've been a trap; it really did seem too good to be true that I would get a large sum of money just for staying there. There had been one thing that my aunt had mentioned, though; if I squinted my eyes and thought hard for a few moments I could remember she'd said something about her son behaving oddly sometimes. It was probably just a phase for teenagers though, nothing too difficult to think about.
The door was shut quickly behind before I reached for the light switch on the pale cream wall beside me. I blinked in shock at how spacious the hallway was, even the light colour scheme it possessed. There were a few paintings placed upon the wall, but they were only featuring a monochrome colour scheme which contrasted with the wall. My eyebrows unintentionally rose as I slipped my shoes off before padding down the hallway, inspecting the rest of the decorations on my way to the staircase. I'd been told that my room was right beside Kyouya's even that we were apparently supposed to share a bathroom. I'd stuttered from uncertainty at the beginning, but quickly accepted it not even five minutes after. The white plush carpet felt odd on my feet as I walked slowly up the stairs, with my hand gently trailing across the wooden banister and my other hand gripped onto my suitcase. The hallway had timber instead of tiles, an odd sensation to walk across. The colour scheme for the second floor was much the same; cream walls with monochrome paintings and decorations. I'd peered at one of the doors curiously to see if it was my own, but the small sign that said 'Kyouya' just above the black door handle definitely proved me wrong. It was the first one since I'd entered the floor, meaning mine was right beside it. The door was an ominous white where as the doorknob, again, was a deep shade of black. I gulped again, still trying to get rid of the same lump, before grasping it with my hand.
Immediately I'd blinked in shock when I'd processed inside my mind the image that was being burnt into my retina. I wasn't expecting a room that was well furnished or even a bed, if I was being honest. As I observed the lavish furniture and the double bed—white, of course—that was placed in the middle of the room, I couldn't help but wonder how rich the Hibari family had to be. The size of the house, even just the landing, was insane. My apartment where I lived, back in Italy, was probably only the size of two of their rooms. I felt inadequate whilst awkwardly placing my bag down in a corner, trying not to trip over and break anything important.
Just because I had a job, that sometimes paid well, didn't mean I could fall through many windows a week and pay for it all.
Just to be sure that it really was supposed to be the room I was assigned to, I opened the white stained wardrobe and chest of drawers to check if there were any clothes inside. Luckily, there were none. My eyes widened in adoration as I glanced around the room again, noting that there was even a white fluffy rug placed in the middle of the floor.
Glancing from side to side in my peripheral vision quickly, I made sure there was no one watching before I jumped onto the bed, letting my torso hit against the soft duvet and bounce against the mattress.
"So much better than a camping bed," I sighed.
When a high-pitched, shrill sound that sounded oddly like a scream met my ears, I blinked in surprise. Moving my index finger to press into my ear, I checked to see whether or not I was hearing things.
Apparently not, because the next second I heard another one, although it was toned down and resembling more of a laugh.
Automatically, I raised myself from the bed and walked towards where I thought the sound was coming from. Not even a minute later I was standing in front of Kyouya's room with my eyebrows furrowed. I stood paralyzed in front to the door for a few moments, rubbing my wary eyes in disbelief. It's been a long journey, I thought to myself. I'm probably just imagining things. My low budget for the month meant that during the journey to Japan and to Namimori, I could only afford to buy a low-class seat on the plane. My companion through that journey just so happened to be a dead cockroach and I had to admit, his personality was just killer during the ride. I was homesick, too, that was for sure. I was probably just getting used to the time differences, therefore causing me to hallucinate. Soon after thinking that, I became aware of the cold air that was coming from a draft outside. It sent goosebumps up my spine, alerting me that I'd probably missed an open window in my haste. Smooth.
Turning the doorknob open, I inwardly cringed when the noise of the door creaking met my ears. It was definitely one flaw the house possessed; creaking hinges or it was simply luck being thrown back into my face.
The inside of Kyouya's room was much the same as mine, even the white duvet spread over the bed. The only difference in this case, however, was the pink canopy that was sloppily attached to the wall, blocking whatever was on the bed from my sight. As I took a step forward, my foot brushed against something cold, pulling my attention away from the bed.
When I looked down to what was touching my foot, I almost choked in surprise before being taken aback. I pressed my fists into my eyes quickly, trying to see if I was hallucinating for real this time. My left hand rubbed against my black jeans quickly, to get off the nervous sweat, before I crouched down to inspect the item further.
The lump in my throat became worse and my cheeks burnt in embarrassment as I found out what the pink item was; a vibrator placed openly in the middle of the room. M-maybe I heard wrong, I assured myself. Kyouya can be a feminine name, too. I tried to stay calm as I repeated that thought in my mind like a mantra.
My throat was cleared awkwardly as I placed the vibrator back down onto the carpet, trying to make it seem as though I hadn't touched it at all. I didn't know where it had been, after all, and just the thought of it had a small portion of heat spiralling in my lower abdomen. No, I chastised myself. Now's not the time for my needs. Kyouya was a sixteen-year-old girl, it was quite natural to be interested in certain things.
"So cute!" the same high-pitched voice from before exclaimed. I'd pinpointed that what was hopefully Kyouya's voice was coming from inside of the canopy, meaning that she was probably laying down on her bed.
Gathering up my courage after taking in a deep breath, I trudged towards the bed with my hand outstretched in front of me. I fingered with the pink material for a moment before moving the curtain back, letting it fall down beside me. What I first caught sight of was someone who was definitely not a female spread out across the bed, with his stomach flat against the duvet. One of his pale, slender hands was pressed against his chin, propping him up and stopping his face from falling down awkwardly. It has to be Kyouya. His black hair that was just below his ears was far too shiny for the amount of light he was receiving, even the bangs that were gently placed over his forehead and brushing against the bridge of his nose were bright, too. I could see a light dusting of pink along his high cheekbones, contrasting greatly compared to the rest of his complexion. The other thing that stood out about him was the accessory that was perched upon his head, pressing against his ears. The headphones were a shade of dark purple, except for the rim which was a shade of black, blending into his hair.
"Kyouya?" I called.
There was no answer and that was when I became aware of where his eyes were looking at. Since there was a black laptop placed in front of him on the bed, his eyelashes were creating soft shadows onto his cheekbones, just above the dusting of pink.
Kyouya still hadn't looked up to see me yet or even acknowledge my presence, so, as usual, I overreacted. I'd reached forward to pull the cable connecting the headphones to the laptop out.
My eyes widened a ridiculous amount when the sounds were emitted from the speakers of the laptop.
"A—Ahh! Harder," someone on the screen moaned.
My face was definitely bright red at that point. I dropped the lead in surprise before letting my mouth hang open like a dead fish.
"No!" Kyouya exclaimed, still in that high pitched voice. He'd moved his hands to dramatically slap against his cheeks to emphasise his distaste. "It was just getting good."
"K-Kyouya?" I choked out, just as the moans were getting louder. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin met my ears, making me inwardly cringe just as the blush on my cheeks intensified. "What are you watching?"
As his eyes trailed over to me, the blush upon his cheeks became a deeper shade, almost becoming scarlet red as a small gasp escaped his plump pink lips. I stood with an uncomfortable atmosphere surrounding me as I saw his eyes slowly trail over my body, starting with the area around my collarbone instead of my face. Unintentionally, I gulped as I could feel my skin prickle where he was looking me over. When I saw his eyes travel lower, I bit down onto my cheek in embarrassment. It was definitely not the situation I wanted to be in when I was only just meeting my cousin for the first time. My eyes widened as I saw him stretch like a cat for a few seconds before moving his legs to fall off of the side, slowly pressing against the carpet before he ventured towards me. I found myself staring down at Kyouya as he was about a metre away from me. I could tell at that point he would've roughly only came up to just above my shoulder. He's small, I noted to myself.
I found myself staring down at him curiously as his lips slowly parted, getting ready to pronounce a few syllables.
"You're pretty cute, you know," Kyouya murmured whilst darting a small pink tongue out to coat his lips with moisture. The lump in my throat got worse as I saw him lean forward a small amount whilst placing his arms behind his back. "You're going to take responsibility for ruining my fun time, right?"
"Wh—" I attempted to say incredulously, but I was cut off by Kyouya taking a step forward, almost knocking into my torso in the process. I looked down at him with wide eyes as he stared at me with half-lidded eyes. I could finally see from our lack of distance that his irides' were a rare shade—obsidian that seemed to be smouldering at that moment. His eyelashes were far too long for a male, too.
"Is it because we're both males?" Kyouya questioned in a low voice, suddenly obtaining a husky quality as he pronounced his words. "The male body," he started whilst biting softly on the right corner of his bottom lip. "Can be beautiful."
Averting my eyes quickly, I caught sight of the laptop that was discarded on the bed. My eyes quickly traced over the screen and when I indentified what was featured on it, I paled a considerable amount. I didn't want to see the sight of a riding crop slowly rising up before making contact with the flesh of another male, especially when the sound of the impact seemed to echo through the room.
Unfortunately, or fortunately in a sense, Kyouya's attention drifted away from me as well. His eyes followed mine, trailing towards the laptop screen and observing what was happening. Reaching out behind me, I gulped as I groped the air for the door handle. I'd even stumbled back a step, attempting to get as far away from the crazy teenager as quickly as possible. A bead of sweat trailed down from my temple again, raising the hairs on the back of my neck as the change in temperature became obvious. Just as I'd gripped the handle in my hand, I let out a sigh of relief that Kyouya's attention was still diverted.
I turned around quickly, attempting to get away as quickly as possible but I should've known that my plan was set to fail from the beginning. With a painful gasp, my face was pressed awkwardly against the carpet as my feet were placed at an awkward angle. I released a groan as I attempted to get back onto my feet, only causing myself to fall back over, this time hitting my nose harshly on the floor. As the scarlet liquid eventually trickled from my right nostril, I slowly got up, quickly kicking aside the vibrator that had to have been the item that was tripping me up. I refused to believe it was my own feet at that moment; I did have some sense of pride.
The sound of a foot hitting against the plush carpet brought my attention back. I whipped my head around fast to face Kyouya, only to have my own blond bangs swing awkwardly into my eyes. I hissed in pain before squinting to attempt to get the strands out whilst using the other hand to cut my nose to stop the blood flowing. This is beyond awkward, I thought grimly.
Surprisingly, he didn't glance up at me. Instead, with his bangs covering his expression, he reached past me, not even trying to brush his shoulder against my body, and forcefully yanked the door open with a deafening creak echoing throughout the room. As I opened my mouth to question his change in attitude, Kyouya snapped his head back up to stare at me. Instead of the smouldering eyes from earlier, the ones I was seeing at that moment were narrowed in irritation and I could practically see the dangerous aura coating the air around him.
"This," he spat through gritted teeth. "Is a no herbivore zone."
More than anything, I was bewildered in the change of his voice. No longer was it high-pitched and on the verge of whining; instead, it was deep, musical in a way and absolutely intimidating. I gulped unconsciously before I saw his arms reach out towards me again, this time connecting with my chest. He applied enough force for me to stagger out of the room, awkwardly trying to keep my balance before the door was slammed loudly centimetres away from my face.
I stood dumbfounded for a moment, staring at the door with my eyebrows furrowed. My nose was still bleeding, I felt as though my spirit had been raped and yet I was curious about what the hell was wrong with Kyouya. What the hell just happened? I blinked.
Yui: Screw Communication Error. The title should have been Hyperthermial or Orange Boas and Whips. But nooo, Aimee disagreed. Q_Q Well, I hope you enjoy this Luss, err, I mean Hibari and Dino collab fic which pedobear approves which means you should approve also. Oh and babe, a review a chapter keeps pedobear away. 8D
Aimee: I've had this idea for awhile now and told Yui it today. She liked it so I asked to make it into a collab. We crammed to write this shit, man.