Disclaimer: I do not own Shokugeki no Soma (aka Food Wars)
If Only for One Night
Sunday night
Yukihira Diner
It was a stormy Sunday night, the rain pelted the roofs and windows like tiny pebbles on a glass surface.
They shook in the frame.
The young redhead contemplated on whether or not he should board them but decided not to. It was too much of a hassle he told himself, and besides, the shopping district hasn't had any incident with storms for 60 years in its existence.
It was like a self-made tradition for him, Soma takes the framed photo by the side, he brings it to face level.
A small smile curves his lips, the 92nd Totsuki Generation Graduates, the Diamonds in the Rough. Though, he would only know them as the Polar Star.
Line up from left to right: Ibusaki Shun, Sakaki Ryoko, Yuki Yoshino, Tadokoro Megumi, Yukihira Soma, Nakiri Erina, Nakiri Alice, Arato Hisako, Kurokiba Ryo, Hayama Akira, Marui Zenji, Aoki Daigo, Sato Shoji, Isshiki Satoshi, Takumi Aldini, Isami Aldini, Mito Ikumi, and Daimido Fumio.
He hums to himself, it's been a while since their last get together -
3 knocks resounded, interrupting his monologue.
"What was that?" asked the young Yukihira to himself.
Maybe it was the wind...then. The same 3 knocks came again.
It was coming from the store front.
He goes to check it. Grabbing the keys and towel in case the person behind was wet. Which was more than likely considering the rage of the storm outside. He might need a towel himself.
Soma slides the key into the hole, the twists it, it unlocks with a click. He exhales, bracing himself for the incoming hail of the storm.
The wind roared in his face, toppling chairs at the counter and salt and other flavoring condiments on the guest tables.
"Come in, Hurry!" He said to the hooded figure that was shorter than him.
He slams the door shut nearly taking it off the hinge. "Whew! that was quite the storm, eh." He lightheartedly joked.
"Uh..."
The figure pulls the hood off to reveal...pink hair?
"Hishoko?"
"It's Hisako!" The secretary roared.
Soma laughed, good old humor, after all these years, since their graduation, he can still get a rise out of the girl with that nickname. So much she detested it.
"Long time," said Soma.
"Likewise," responded Hisako.
The last time they ever saw each other was at the graduation ceremony; granted he barely made it in time. Soma's one of those guys that Hisako classify's as 'Will even be late for his own funeral'.
With the years added to their age, Hisako looked as if she barely aged a day since high school. But she did fill out in certain areas, he allowed his eyes to wonder through her figure, taking in every bit of it, drinking in her curves.
Yeah, she's grown alright. . . If he permitted his hormones to comment.
This was how things had been between them. Strictly business.
When they talk, it was mostly her scolding him for shirking his duties onto Erina-sama adding to her workload. She lauded his behavior as a seat holder. Then again when she thought back to the chef Erina admired so greatly, Saiba Joichiro, she couldn't be surprised.
So in the end, it would finish with her massaging the bridge of her nose and sighing, "Like father like son."
Truly, the spitting image of the Demon.
"So, what brings you here, Hisako?"
"C-can I stay here tonight...I mean with you?"
He was thoroughly confused as can be.
Granted he still hadn't loosen that dunce mentality when it came to certain things since his academy days. But WHAT THE HELL?!
I'd never be caught dead in your arms, Yukihira! It was like that time again at the dorm, in a friendly game of "Truth or Dare" with a little of Isshiki-senpai's added twist.
I dare you, Arato Hisako, to give Yukihira Soma a kiss!
Hmph, piece of cake!
On the lips!
Eh?
For a full minute!
Eeh!
With tongue.
Alice of course with her usual antic had to be the one to issue embarrassing challenges.
12 counts of it being "indecent and shameless and should be reserved for true love" from Erina, 6 counts of "What the hell are you saying you dumb bitch and words no grown up ear should ever hear" from Ikumi and an uncountable amount of "Eeh! and Heeh! among many other unintelligible gibberish" from Tadokoro later, the challenge was dropped and Hisako had to tell the truth.
Name 3 things you like about Soma-kun or I'll start dancing in my apron?
Hisako knew what it was like to be stuck between a rock and a hard place then. Dances from the former 7th seat led to hugs in the end and she did not want some guy who should be in prison for multiple charges of public indecency hugging her.
So
H-his hair. . .
Go on. . .
H-his smile. . .
Ba-dump, she was so cute with the tiny blush on her cheeks. Everyone tuned in, including Erina, who had suspected something since her return from Stagiaire while Yuki Yoshino and Sakaki Ryoko were gushing in the background.
H-his cock...
EEEEEHHHHHHH!
I got it! Chirped Alice, holding up a camcorder, wearing her teasing grin and giggling like a maniac with all the thoughts of blackmail swimming in her mind.
She meant to say his cooking but made a slip of a tongue and it came out as something entirely different and indecent. Oh, she wanted to climb into a hole and die. Just die.
Needless to say she spent the whole celebration night curled up in her blanket in her shared room with Erina. She was so embarrassed.
"Those were the good days," Ending the Azame regime or as they call it, the Central Takeover.
His door sliding open then close brought his attention back down to Earth.
He turns to be greeted by the sight of a blushing Hisako which matched his hair color, she was wearing a pretty big shirt that was 2 sizes way too big for her, and just her panties underneath. Yukihira's pajama pants kept falling off every time she walked so she thought to hell with it and just went without any pants. The shirt was pretty much acting as a dress also.
"H-Hisako..."
"What? Do I look weird?" She asked, a bit insecure. Oh, she knew she should've worn the pants.
"N-no, you look...good."
That didn't sound convincing at all. In fact, it made her more self conscious, by then her face was so hot she was sure she gave the impression of a well cooked lobster. Red.
"S...s-shut up!"
Then the lights went off, she shrieked and jumped the first thing she got. In this case, Soma.
The sudden shift in weight caught him unprepared and his legs stumbled trying to support the second body that had thrown itself into him.
"Ugh!" They both fell to earth, or in this situation, Soma's tatami floor.
"Y-you okay?" He asked, despite not being in the best conditions himself.
She nods against his shoulder. That was sooo scary!
And now she just wanted to die of embarrassment, during her Academy years, she was also quite cold - that was before Soma came. After he came, after Stagiaire, she...softened up to him. Saw him in a new light and held him - if not still low but one rank up - slightly elevated regard.
...
Her scent overpowered him, she smelt of strawberries. So sweet. So intoxicating.
A voice, a desire, a deep and hidden intent, it compelled him to do something. Before she could push herself up, his arms slid down around her waist locking her in embrace.
His lips latched themselves to her neck and he started sucking like she was a dessert. A very sweet one.
"Hiiyaah! Y-Yukihira!"
She struggled, but her mind told her otherwise, her heart and her mind as one told her to embrace it. To give in. For this was probably the one and only chance she may get at romance.
Hisako visibly relaxes in his arms. She sighs as he licks her neck, long, agonizing, slow licks.
By now, goose fleshes formed on her soft skin. He sucks the spot he licked. Her breath hitches, her eyes are clouded with heavy lust and desire. A carnal hunger. A hunger not for any cuisine that can be made by the greatest chefs. No. This was a hunger for the carnal desires of the flesh.
And she wanted him, Yukihira Soma, to give it to her.
Without a second thought, in one quick tip of the scale, she whips her head away from his devil lips. And then, in one fell swoop, crashed them into his lips.
He tasted so damn good!
The taste of his lips overwhelmed her taste buds stronger than any dish Erina-sama ever prepared. So sorry, Erina-sama!
His roaming hands, lost and confused, not knowing where they should go, where to touch brushed, against her clothed breast. The subtle almost feather-like touch sends a strong ripple through her body with the intensity far greater than any lightning bolt.
She gasps but only served to moan into his mouth.
Soma smirks, surprised to draw such a sound from this girl above him, he flips them over surprising her.
Her back feels the floor, her hair is splayed out, she is breathless staring up into twin pools of molten gold that hold her gaze like the gorgon medusa. She is just a stone statue for his personal pleasure.
"Pl...se..."
The power he held over her was immeasurable, giving him a boost in ego.
"Say that again, Arato. Beg."
"Please...Soma-kun. Take me."
His hands reached for the hem of the shirt he loaned her, one of the many diner shirts he had, which technically belonged to him.
The redhead chef draws the shirt slowly unveiling her navel, his palm caresses her taut stomach, a single digit flicking her navel. She moans sharply, "Hyaah, don't play w-with my body like t-that..." she was breathless. Her mouth opened and panting in anticipation.
Oh, god he was enjoying this.
Then, her lower breast started to show, her breath picks up. Take it off already! PLEASE!
Instead, he drops the shirt there, leaving her stomach to show. He leans down, and pokes his tongue out, the tip of the warm appendage drawing up and down her abs.
"Ah...S-Soma...mmmm..." She mewled, like a kitten.
His large calloused hands find her side and starts running up them, she was sensitive, the sensation leaving her giggling as his hands slid underneath the shirt that was half drawn up her chest.
He feels the supple flesh of her peaks. Mmm no bra, his face lights up in a wolfish grin.
Her body is so hot, like someone had increased the thermostat in the room, she felt...tingling. From down there.
Then, Soma pushes the shirt up, her breast spring forth - jiggling, free from their confines.
He cups the left one, feeling the warmth seep into his hands.
"Aaahh!" He starts massaging the soft pear shaped orb, reveling in the sensation, like jelly but warm and firm but still had that softness.
He kisses his way up her taut stomach, coming to her other peak, he pinches her left nipple, then bites down on the right.
She cries out in pure unbridled passion. He starts sucking, pulling and tugging, she throws her head to and fro, lost in the throes of extreme pleasure and pain.
S-So Good, M-my body's getting hotter and hotter by the minute!
A-awesome...he is, I'm gonna lose my mind!
I'm melting! Cumming!
Her lips part in a soundless scream, a long drawn out sigh of pleasure leaves her.
Her body was a forest fire, raging. She shivers as Soma gives both nipples one last lick with his tongue, adding an extra flick in, watching them jiggle, before breathing his warm breath on them that has them standing erect and causing her to shiver and whimper through her teeth.
His golden pool eyes travel her sweat coated body, down to her sacred sanctuary, protected by a thin layer of pink silk. He slides his hands down her soft skin, goose-flesh forming as his calloused hands softly rub her, coming to her thighs then finally her knees.
"Nngh...no...n-no..Soma...-kun...hauw...wah..." her feeble protests fell on deaf ears.
Her arms are lame and lying limp at her side, unable to do anything, she could barely conjure up any strength to shut her legs.
So, instead, she watches as he dips his head down to her treasure, a small thin layer of her juices coating her inner thigh. She closes her eyes, embarrassed beyond belief that her Emperor's hated/loved rival was smirking while his mischievous eyes wander around her...her shame.
But, a small part of her heart that was slowly increasing, was dying to...to...something!
She awaited for whatever it is he plans to do next, the anxiety riding her stronger than ship against the raging seas.
Soma, for his part, was possessed. He sees it, but can't or won't exercise the authority to stop it. Like a mysterious force compelling him to go on.
He dips his head deeper until the tips of his nose was tickling her drenched panties. "Hmm" Hisako swallows a giggle, she was so sensitive down there she didn't know it, even just a small poke from the redheads nose sent her into a giggling fit.
Then, "Kyaah!" She mewled out loud, Soma sticks his tongue out, the tip hooking and he laps at her juices through her silk panties, the added friction from her underwear rubbing with his tongue had her moaning a few seconds later.
There it is again, the tightening in her stomach, she was no Erina-sama. She had (...) knowledge in these things: Love and Lust. Was this love? Was what he (or she) doing out of love, or was it some pent up lust that had been kept locked throughout their academy years. Did he lust for her through the first, second and third year? Unlikely, he was always focused on making Erina-sama acknowledge his dish was delicious. Why would he want me, someone who can't possibly measure up to Erina-sama's magnificence.
She unconsciously starts bucking against the tempo of his tongue. "Aaah! SOMA!" Her hand shoots out like a viper striking, her fingers grab a handful of his hair, curling around and gripping them tight. So tight, she was practically pulling at his scalp.
He hisses, but that does anything but hinder his continued ministration to the young secretary. If anything, it just made him more aggressive in his assault.
Then finally, he puckers his lips and sucks. Hard.
"NOOOO!"
My mind is melting!
He's...he's...amazing~
He drinks the honey, lapping it through the silk, his taste buds lit anew. It was like he had just tasted the finest gelato in the world. He wants more of it and continues to lick and pull until there isn't anymore left. Too bad, as he was just starting to love it.
She lay breathless. More so than ever.
He is hovering above her, staring down at this girl with the flushed cheeks and euphoric expression.
Hisako looks up, he is wearing a small pleased smile, his golden eyes holding her like a vice, she is unable to look away. How can she? She looks up and sees...genuine care? His eyes...were soft and staring at her questioning, asking a single question: Does she really want to do this?
Yukihira Soma enforced control over himself, the inconceivable hardness in his pants was driving him nuts, but this is his friend he was talking about, not a piece of meat!
"Ara-Hisako?" her name rolls off his tongue like a song, so carefully, and warmly said. "D-do you want to do this? I mean, with me. I mean, is this what you want?"
He...he...she feels so happy at the moment. She didn't know why, but the way he didn't mince words when he asked that question. It was clear what he was asking but...
Yes, Her answer to that was so wrap her arms around him and pull him into a deep, wet, sloppy but hungry kiss. "Yes." She breathes, pulling away for air. This time they both kissed, equally, hungrily, neither holding nothing back.
Soma separates, she whimpers, his body now an arms length away but it was so far. Then he lowers himself again but his face is not nearing hers, instead. ... "W-wait.." No..not there again, she thought helplessly.
Soma, smiling widely, eyes locked onto her wet flower clothed behind a thin barrier of silk, he hooks both his middle fingers to the side and pulls, the slight pull makes her jolt and jostle as he starts lapping up her beautiful pink flower.
It was so much more...different now than before. Without the obstruction of her panties, he now had free reign over her, an unrestricted view and access to her most private area. Yet, she doesn't mind, biting her lips, biting in the moans, swallowing the gasps, and shutting down the whimpers and calls of his name down her throat as he laps and explores freely.
She throws her head from left to right, to and fro. The pink haired girl, Hisako, like she was denying the fact her body was having the most pleasurable experience know to man and woman.
Hisako throws her head back, upper back arching up, pleasure clouding her sense, she can't deny it. Not any longer. Not any more. She was in a state of bliss that has been known by many women her age now. This pleasure of the body...how can a body have these reactions?
The only thing so far to invoke such..sensations had been Erina-Sama's cooking. The one gifted with the gift of God's Tongue. Was this betrayal of that loyalty and the kindness her Emperor has shown her?
But it was all for naught as those thoughts are shut away by the building of an impending disaster. A pleasurable disaster. As the coil that wind, like a jack-in-a-box, crank, and crank, and crank then 'pop goes the weasel!' slowly starts getting tighter and tighter and ready to snap...
Her legs hooked themselves over his shoulder and around his back. Goddamn, her mind was turning blank! Soma, STOP TEASING ME!
Then, with one last lick, her mind turns white, a wave, like a blanket, drapes itself over her. The coil snaps, the figment of a jack-in-the-box, the toy clown springs out, the damn dam breaks. She unconsciously screams, long, drawn out, and pleasured. It was like being hit, by what, she can't explain, only that it was hotter than the heat and intensity of a thousand suns combined.
A tsunami that covers her like a warm blanket.
AAAAAAHHHH! She gasps, and sighs, like a great burden has been lifted off of her shoulders.
I'm cumming again!
Soma iss caught unprepared for the torrent of honey coming his way, it coated him, the same way as he coated honey with dried squid. Was it sweet? Yes. Was it disgusting like his squid honey concoction? Heck no! He takes it all in, parting his lips, accepting the offering of her body. He swallows with great enthuse, he was not wasting this precious honey. Not. A. Single. Drop. Of. It.
Screw the gelato he earlier thought off when he first tasted her. This was like a dessert that no chef has ever created. Besides the fact it did come from Hisako so that sort of makes it her creation but that's beside the point!
This was miles beyond what Akanegakubo Momo or any chef for that matter specializes in sweet dishes can conjure up. As far as he's concerned, they can all go... He doesn't, won't and can't say the words he is thinking now, for it would be an insult to chefs all over the world who have devoted themselves to creating the perfect dessert.
She lay spent as she did before. More so now than ever.
Three times in a row...?! She thinks in great bewilderment. But too pleasured to pursue the thought of the possibility.
He is in her view now.
He is wearing that cheeky grin again, so warm, so kind. Her first instinct then, was to bring a hand to cup his cheek, her thumbs brush light against his upper lips and the side, a little bit of her juice still there. Then like what couples do with a grain of rice picked from their partners face, she brings it to her mouth and licks the honey dry.
Her first thoughts on the flavor were, I-is this from...me? she stares at the moist spot of where it used to be.
"So, Arato, any thoughts on the flavor?" Soma teased.
Using what energy she got from a very short break, she playfully slaps him, or tries to before he catches it and starts kissing her each and everyone of her fingers.
Soma locks eyes with her, she locks eyes with him. Gold meeting pink. She brings her arms above her head then in a silky, sultry voice, "Take it off...please."
He does, her body is now just for him to see, she really did fill out in the right places, in the last few years. She may not be as voluptuous as Erina, or as busty as Nikumi but she did have her own unique body shape that definitely screamed Hisako.
"D-don't stare so much...It's embarrassing," She says in a tiny meek voice.
He snaps out of his stupor, "Y-you strip too, okay." She says. Soma grins sheepishly, "Ah, oh, okay the. Here I go, Hishoko."
"D-don't call me that..." She keeps her arms crossed over her chest, wanting to avoid an incident like the one a few seconds ago.
"Eh, but it suits you." He tells her.
A nickname, huh? No one's really gave her one. Excluding the Polar Star Weirdos - as Erina christened them (though she would end up being one of them towards the end of their first year) - Erina-sama never addressed her as anything but Hisako.
Besides, it...it did feel nice to have a nickname, even if it was just pun of her name (Hishoko - Secretary), well, it's not like she hated it. Just don't call her that in public.
"O-only if it's Soma-kun," she muttered, still keeping her arms crossed over her breast but they were slowly lowering.
"I got it, Hi-sa-ko-ch-an."
-C-chan!
He strips, their clothes are strewn all over, not that he cared, this was his room.
Only in his boxers, he plants himself back between her legs, her treasure still in his panties, both their members were perfectly aligned, his tent was kissing her treasure chest.
His arms trap her in, but she's not going anywhere. It's been so long since they've been together like this.
He certainly has changed a lot - she'll have to call Ryoko-san and Yuki-chan in the morning - they were right, he really did grew up to be his father, physique and skill wise. Uninhibited, and unlimited, there was no doubt he was the greatest chef ever to graduate Totsuki, and she was willing to admit it. Even if Erina-sama was the first seat holder, Soma was past that point that a seat wasn't enough to classify his strength as the greatest. Like father, like son - they say. He was basically Asura the Sequel: Son of the Devil.
And he was, taking the culinary world by storm - but always overshadowed by God's Tongue Nakiri Erina-sama - never staying in one place no more than once, those who have seen him, called him a Ghost - he didn't fit in anywhere, various offers by various high profile restaurants that catered to the super rich, turned down.
He traveled, and accumulated knowledge from the lowest to the highest of cuisines. Taking them, adding his elements into them, and reintroducing them back to the world. And what is his food without the trademark: Yukihira recipe: (Insert name here)
She smiles, remembering a trip to Thailand, without knowing he was there too at that time, had tasted one of his dish. How her taste buds were set on flames, a mellow yet aggressive taste with a hint of Yukihira ingenuity, her brain tried to come up with a sentence to describe the dish but...
"Delicious." Was the only thing that came out.
But when asked who made it, the locals only told her it was a young lad with red spiky hair, and had a white cloth tied around his left arm.
And when she looked...
He was gone.
And pretty soon, the legend of Asura's son spread worldwide, Totsuki's students both in his year and above him, some say he was real, some say Yukihira Soma was an idea, it could be anyone. His culinary skills had graduated into a whole new level. If anything broke every level there was known to man. It was...otherworldly.
"Hey, Hisako." He calls out. "Hey, you hear me?"
"Wha-what?"
He frowns, "You were spacing out a little while there. What's on your mind? Not having second thoughts are you?" He asked.
"N-no, never, no, Soma-kun. I want this!" She quickly responds.
Hisako looks off to the side, "I miss this," she says shyly.
"Oh," he says smartly. "For a while there I thought..." he trailed off.
"No," She gives him one of her best smiles. "Never." Brushing his cheeks with her thumb. He kisses her palm, she loves the affectionate gesture.
"Ready for the main course?"
She smiles brightly, just like she did after that night, after telling him how she felt she was incompetent to walk much less be in Erina's presence after disappointing her during the Autumn elections.
"Yes, please." She replies sweetly.
With that the last articles of clothing were gone.
"Here I go," Soma steady's himself, bringing himself slowly, positioning himself at her entrance.
She gives him a meek nod, "Go ahead." She sounded scared. Can't have that. He kisses her, pulling away, telling her it's gonna be fine. And she nods.
Now her arms are more secure around her l-lo..lover?
Soma plunges in, her breath hitches, her eyes squeeze shut, the expanding feeling down below. Oh how she longed for this moment, after so many years.
"Haauuwaaah!" Her nails like meathooks hooking into his strong back. Raking it.
S-Soma! He is expanding her, she feels him pulsate. She raises her hips, accepting more of him, she breathes in and out. Deep steady breathes. Then...it's over.
They both panted, spent, they haven't even started yet.
They looked at each other, drinking each other in - Hisako runs her hands over his chiseled chest, she smiles. He's so warm...she whispers dreamily with her eyes closed.
Soma closes in, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips, she returns the favor. She's not in pain anymore. He stares at her with those brilliant pools of molten gold.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yeah, go for it." She answers.
They started awkward: Soma thrusting, likewise Hisako bucked, both of them completely dancing to a different tune. No rhythm at all. It was laughable which they did when they stopped to stare at each other asking...asking...well, they didn't really say anything other than stare at the other wide eyed before breaking into laughter.
"This seems familiar, don't you think," said the young man, jokingly.
"It does" she says and kisses him. Hisako tilts her head, deepening the kiss. Her tongue sticks out, licking his teeth, asking for permission. He allows it. Their tongues duel like two snake coiled up around each other.
Saliva trickles down the side of her mouth, he was so good. She can't handle it, he's gotten even better, the words come to her mind.
Soma takes the opportunity to attack her neck, covering it in more marks. She mewls, she moans, and she screams as they find common ground in their thrusting and bucking and a rhythm is born.
He grunts.
She moans.
Hisako throws her head back as far as she could. He kisses the middle of her throat. A moan vibrates through coming out of her parted lips. She runs her fingers through his tousled red hair. So soft...
Soma turns his attention to her breast now, they jiggled, and shake, and they meshed against his chest as he continued his thrusting. Slowly but strong, wanting to prolong it for their added benefit. 9 out of 10 girls are often left unsatisfied in their first time, so he read in a men's health magazine. Why was he reading it? Don't ask.
He kisses. He sucks. He pulls. He fondles. All things that drive her over the top and screaming out his name at an unbelievable rate. Her eyes are squeezed shut. Her legs are locked in a vice around him, she meets his thrusts, each one hitting her in that one spot, she shakes her head like before; left and right, to and fro. Gritting her teeth, "Nngh!" She can't take it. It's too good.
My mind is melting!
"S-Soma~ I'm..."
"I know.." He grunted, increasing his pace.
She screamed, there it is again, that infernal coil that was coiling tightly in her gut. She squeezed her walls around him. He sucks in air through his teeth...So tight! He continues to thrust. Their lips find each other, hungrily, they meshed, tongues dueling like two angry swordsman.
He bites her lower lip, she gasps but it comes as a moan. Any minute now.
Her nails rake his back! "I-I can't! SOMA!" The coil finally snaps! Her dam releases.
"Hisako!"
They came together, in the end, a pool of thick, sticky substance seeping out of her body, pooling underneath them. He'll have to clean his floor come morning but now, all his focus is on this...angel in his arms.
He turns on his back, arms wrapped securely around her, she is lying on top of him, a content smile spreading her lips, eyes closed in a satisfied trance. "Hmm" She hums, "Soma-kun~ So warm..." She says dreamily. She is asleep, so spent she is, and in the last...hours?
Soma can't help but smile at that.
But come morning...the what? Where do they go from there...
Their fingers interlock, "Guess, we'll cross that bridge when we get there." He says, then quietly reaching for his blanket on the bed and one quick tug pulls the sheet off and throws it over them. Both individuals. Both chefs drifted off to sleep.
He's shown her a great many things tonight. And he wants to keep doing so in the morning.
But, even If It's only for One Night...
"It was all worth it."
A/N: One of the many SnS one shots to come. My first one, writing this was a bitch, I actually had the whole thing written down and ready to save and post on Sunday, I had planned this as a Christmas gift to SnS fans and perhaps Hisako fans out there, but as I was saving, FanFic decided to have me relogin into my account and all my work...GONE. It was frustrating, I wrote for 4 hours, coming home from some friends, so forgive me if the quality is somewhat lacking, I feel as though what I wrote Sunday was miles better than what's on here.
Anyways, the next one will either be Ryoko or Alice (best girl). Stay tuned.