Disclaimer: I don't own Mai-HiME nor anything canonical. All storylines are mine, though.
Rating: T, for Natsuki's mouth.
Author's Notes: This is the first of many short stories centered on Akira and Takumi. Some stories are going to skirt very close to 'M', though such chapters will be marked for those who would rather skip them.
Insatiable
The afternoon English tutoring with Yukino, the music lessons from Shiho and Alyssa.
The kendo practice with Tate and Takeda.
The weekend field trip with Midori to study underground ruins, which wouldn't have been so bad except that he never told anyone that he was leaving in the first place.
Takumi was driving Mai – and Akira – insane.
Ever since the surgery and his subsequent healing, he had displayed an amazing amount of stamina for learning. From athletics to extracurricular activities to an untold number of school subjects, Takumi was so dammed determined to experience all that life had to offer that anyone he asked for lessons or whatnot would automatically give in. Considering the company he and the two ex-HiMEs kept, it wasn't hard for him to find people willing to impart some kind of empirical wisdom on the energetic youth.
Didn't bode well for the two overprotective women, though.
"He wanted to know what it felt like," Natsuki said casually, though Akira didn't miss the annoyance in her voice. Akira would have preferred to talk to the gunslinger on her own, but Mai had unfortunately caught wind of Takumi's recent adventure and marched herself (dragging a reluctant Akira) to see Natsuki. "I don't know what you're so worried about. He's a big boy."
"I've seen the way you handle that thing, and it doesn't inspire any amount of confidence in me," Mai retorted, pointing at the offending vehicle. "I don't want him riding with you until you actually have some proof of competency – who knows what could happen because you're a bad driver?"
The air suddenly became cold, and Natsuki's eyes narrowed in unrestrained anger. "I am a damn fine driver! And I will take him riding again tomorrow, if only to spite your anal-retentive ass! One of you two Tokihas needs a backbone, and it may as well be the one with balls!" She smacked her helmet down and sped away, leaving Mai and Akira in the dust.
"That could have gone better," Mai said sheepishly, carefully ignoring Akira's glare.
"Yeah. No shit."
As they walked back towards the girls' dorm, Mai sighed and said, "I guess we should be thankful he's not taking lessons from Nao."
A shiver of utter disquiet ran down Akira's spine.