I forgot to mention this before I published this, but I would like to say that this story was sitting in my computer for a while, and to my surprise, it was already completed...however, I needed to edit it before it was put up. So, yeah...it's an old story, but was recently edited. Anyway, enjoy the story.
"Ah…Mamoru…!"
The taste of sweat…
The touch of heat…
The sound of moans…
The sight of skin…
The smell of lust…
It was too much to handle…it was just too good, and he wanted more. He wanted to feel her writhe against him…he wanted to see her lips tighten in pleasure…oh, god, it was so good…too good…way too good to be real.
"Mamoru…"
"Mamoru…!"
"Mamoru!"
"MAMORU!!!"
His eyes wearily see a woman, leaning forward on her elbows at the edge of the bed. Her hair, about shoulder-length, was down. Her dark red high school uniform looked really light in the sun.
"Hey, Mamoru."
She called him so calmly, but his reaction was the different. He jumped up.
"SUZUME!!"
"You know, this is our last year of High School…if we are late, we will be called irresponsible from our teachers."
Suzume grabbed his hand. "Come on, you lazy man."
Mamoru sat motionless; his face held no emotion. He looked at his hands for a minute, finally realizing that his dream was not real. Even more shockingly, he just had a dream about doing his best friend, Suzume. It was disturbing, but then again…it was the greatest dream that he had had to date.
"Uh…Suzume…"
"Yes?"
He looked up to see her looking at him, her eyebrow raised. He looked back down. He couldn't face her…not when he had a vivid dream about her. He laughed to cover his uneasiness.
"Nah, it's nothing."
She chuckled. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, yeah. Now, get out of my room. I would like to change into my clothes without any embarrassment. Unless you want to stay. There's nothing more interesting than a woman trying to sneak a peek at a man's body." Well, at least his humor was back.
"Ahaha! I'm not you."
"Ah, Suzume, you hurt me so."
He looked in the mirror of his bedroom. He pushed his bangs up from his forehead, revealing tired eyes. His hair was loose, hovering above his shoulders. He grinned, finally seeing the earrings that shined in the light; two on the left, and one on the right. He chuckled at them, remembering the dare that Suzume gave a year ago. Now that he looked at himself closer, he looked like a member of some sort of gang…like Yakuza…only nicer, and better dressed.
He straightened his high school uniform, and went to the kitchen. Usually, Suzume waited in the living room (it was an every-morning routine), but today, he found her sitting in the kitchen chair. He jumped up.
"Dear, god! Suzume! What the hell are you doing here??"
"Oh! Sorry for scaring you. Yeah…I didn't eat breakfast. The food this morning was not very appetizing, so I thought I could snag a bite from you."
"Of course." He went to the sink, grabbing a sharp knife to peel the apple from the table. It was the cleanest one that he had at that moment, so he had to be careful. He was soon distracted by Suzume's movement. She got up from her chair to the fridge. She opened it and leaned forward, her lower half sticking up. Mamoru stared at that lower half. He had the sudden urge to just…touch…
NO! NO! I'M NOT SOME PERVERT!! But still…it is well shaped…GAH, DAMN IT, SHE'S MY FRIEND!!
He was completely frustrated, he accidentally cut his right palm. Pain swept over him, and he jumped up from his seat.
"GAH! SON OF A…AH, DAMN IT!!"
He heard Suzume close the fridge. She finally noticed the blood dripping on the floor, and she ran right next to him.
"Let me see it! Let me see it!" She grabbed his hand. She opened his palm to reveal a deep, long gash that went across the entire palm. She cringed. Suzume lead him to the sink, and put the hand in cold water.
"Um…Mamoru…you might need to go to the hospital…it's a pretty deep wound."
"Well…that's great." He winced.
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"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes…I'm sure."
"I mean…I know you couldn't write at all in class; doctor's orders, but still…that was a lot of blood, and a lot of stitches."
"I know."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not that much…they gave me pain meds."
"Alright, Mamoru. Just for you, I'll give you the notes I took…"
SCCRREEAAAAACCHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"AH!"
"OOF!"
What the hell just happened?
Mamoru looked down to see a middle school student underneath him. Her dark brown hair below her shoulders, her bangs covering her eyes. She was grabbing his shoulder like it was the only thing that could keep her alive. She suddenly looked up, and if Mamoru thought that she was shocked by almost getting killed by a car, she was completely shocked from seeing the man that had saved her.
"Mamoru!!" Suzume called out. "Mamoru! Are you alright?"
"Miroku…Sango…" The girl had suddenly mumbled. Mamoru looked at her, confused and out of breath.
"I'm sorry…who?"
"Hey, are you alright?" Suzume asked the girl.
"I…uh…yeah."
"Are you sure you're alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
She finally snapped back to reality.
"Ah, I'm fine. Really! Thank you for saving me!"
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"My name's Kagome."
"The name's Mamoru."
"I'm Suzume."
"It's very nice to meet you…and thanks again, for saving my life."
"I don't usually save people's lives, so saying, 'it's no problem' would be really stupid to say. So, I shall gladly say, eat up that sundae to your life's content." Mamoru leaned on the table and smiled at her. Suzume looked up at him angrily from her soda.
"Just say 'you're welcome' like normal people!" She elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ahaha…it's alright, really Suzume-san. Oh!" Kagome looked at Mamoru's hand, "what happened? It's all bandaged up!"
"Oh, right…uh, this morning, I managed to cut my hand with a knife this morning…"
"Wow…that looks really painful."
"Yeah, about 16 stitches worth of pain."
"Oh, wow!"
She was giggling…almost as if she was laughing to an inside joke.
"Yeah…ah, Kagome-chan," He looked away, suddenly really nervous. "I was wondering…you called us by different names. Miroku and Sango. Who are they?"
Kagome paled. For a moment, they both thought she had stopped breathing. But it was all gone when she smiled at them. In a shaky voice, finally spoke.
"Ah, yes, about that. Ha, ha! Well, Both of you look like a couple of friends that I know. You know…I confused you two for someone else."
"I see…"
They looked at her as she tried to laugh the awkwardness away.
"I do have to ask…and I know this is none of my business, but are you two…?" She crossed her fingers tightly.
Together…?
They blushed profusely.
"Oh, god! I…n-no! Nothing like that. We're childhood friends!" Suzume sputtered her response. "Besides, it would be weird to think of him in that kind of way, right?" She looked at Mamoru who had buried his head in his arms, trying so hard not to blush in front of the girls.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" She panicked, her hands waving in front of her face. "Well…it's just that it seems like you are…you know, together, because…well, you just seem like…I'm sorry. I'll stop now."
"It's…it's ok. Really." Mamoru tried to brush it off, but the tense air was still evident.
"Do we really…come off as a…couple?" The word seemed weird in Suzume's mouth.
Best friends.
Childhood friends.
Playmates.
Why was it that all of those didn't seem to click into place in her mind anymore?
Suzume wanted to hate Kagome for putting weird thoughts into her head, but she couldn't. She was just asking. It was just a simple question…a curious person asking a simple question.
"Well…you both look really close…"
"Close…?" Why was Suzume so curious? "How close?"
"Well…close like a couple would."
"I…I see."
"OH, MY GOD!"
Suzume and Mamoru almost jumped from their seats. Almost everyone from the ice cream parlor looked up from their sundaes.
"OH, SHOOT! IT'S THAT LATE ALREADY?? I'M SORRY, BUT I MUST LEAVE!" She quickly grabbed her bag, and bowed to them. "THANKS AGAIN FOR SAVING MY LIFE!"
Just like that…she disappeared. They sat in silence, a bit angry at the atmosphere that Kagome left them with. Suzume sipped her soda. Mamoru looked away from her, tapping his finger as if to try and find a good topic to bring up.
"What a weird girl, huh?"
Yeah…great idea…bring up the girl who just made the day much more awkward than the dream about Suzume. At least that was private.
He couldn't stand this type of atmosphere. He tapped quicker on the table until he felt a large amount of pain on his palm. He looked at it.
"Ah…damn it…I reopened my wounds…"
He returned to the hospital the second time.
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"Mamoru…"
Damn it…another dream…
"Faster…"
But did he care?
"Faster…!"
Of course he didn't.
"Ah…"
Was it wrong to feel this way for his best friend?
"Ah! Mamoru!"
Damn straight, it was.
"Ah! Ah! Mamoru!!"
But did he care?
"AH!!"
Like hell. It may be a dream…but it felt good…so good.
"MAMORU!!"
He suddenly woke up, drenched with sweat. He was breathing hard against his pillow. He looked around, hoping not to see Suzume in his room again. He sat up on his bed and felt the chilling air hit his bare chest. Ah, yes…he forgot he took it off in the middle of the night. Apparently, the temperature went up.
He leaned back on his elbow, brushing back his hair in frustration. It had been a month since those dreams of Suzume started, and each one had gotten more vivid. It was extremely vivid, he was starting to wonder if they had ever done it.
"Ah, Suzume…you're ruining me…"
As if on cue, Suzume entered his room (when will she learn how to knock?).
"Mamoru! Are you ready for some Sunday fun--ARRRGGH!!" She quickly covered her eyes. "I'M SO SORRY! ARE YOU NAKED?? DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU ARE, OR ELSE…I'M SO SORRY!"
Mamoru wanted to laugh, but it was too early in the morning, and he was still drained and dizzy from his dream.
"No, no…it's alright. I'm wearing pants. You've seen me shirtless before. It's nothing new to you."
"I…I know, but seeing you on the bed…shirtless…is something different. It makes a woman like me feel very uncomfortable."
"Well…how about you wait in the living room while I get dressed?"
"Yes…that would be a good idea…"
Oh, god…she was blushing. His body…oh god, his body…when had he matured into such a man? He may be skinny, but was still well-built and…unbelievably hot. His hair…his perfect lips…his broad shoulders. He could easily come off as a model of some sort. He was rather popular at school (for being such a handsome man who has no skills other than working at his foster father's shrine). Such a huge contrast to the simple Suzume, the unpopular Chess player (and Chemistry geek). It was very unlikely that he would go for someone like her.
She sighed.
It was hopeless.
"Hey, why so sad?"
She looked up to see him, dressed in black pants and an unbuttoned grey shirt. His hair was perfectly combed into place (but to Suzume, it looked perfect even if it was really messy), and his eyes…his eyes were hauntingly purple (his mother, according to him, was Italian…who was part French, so that made Mamoru Japanese, French, and Italian…that was pretty cool!).
"Suzume?"
She woke up from her daydream.
"Oh, sorry! I…guess I spaced out on you, there. Um…yeah."
"Yeah, you did. By any chance, did you miss breakfast again?"
"Um…yeah, I did miss breakfast, actually." she lied.
"Well…that's great." He headed into the kitchen. She stared at him, maneuvering around the table and to the cabinets. He pulled out a glass cup and put it on the table. She noticed his right hand and moved closer to him.
"Hey, Mamoru! That wound on your hand…it looks like it is healing pretty well!"
"What?" He turned around to see her behind him, trying to get a better look at his hand.
"Oh! Yeah, yeah." He showed her his palm. "It's healing pretty fast, actually. Although, the doctor said that I might have a scar unless I put some ointment on it."
She grabbed his hand to see a better look at his palm. The scar on his palm…was actually pretty cool. She raised her other hand and brushed a finger on it, tracing it gently. Mamoru twitched from the contact, but didn't say anything. She stared at his hand, admiring the long fingers. His hand was warm…too warm, and it sent an electric current that went to her heart. The long scar that ran across it seemed to make the hand more attractive.
"Why not keep the scar?" She blurted out. She turned red for letting her thoughts slip out from her lips.
"Keep the scar? Why?"
Why?
Why did he have to ask that…?
She sighed, but then thought…they were friends! They shared a lot of their thoughts. Her strength came back and she smiled up at him.
"Well…come on. It's a scar. If you ask me, it might impress the ladies."
He laughed. "Does it impress you?"
Was he flirting with her, or was he poking fun at her like old times?
She tried to keep the smile up.
"I think it's…pretty cool."
"Well…if you like it, then I guess I'll keep it."
They both laughed until he spoke up again.
"Uh…Suzume?"
"Yes?"
"May I have my hand back?"
"What?"
She looked down and noticed that she was still holding his hand. The sudden electric current that sent her heart beating faster was back, and she quickly let go.
"Ah, sorry, sorry!! I forgot!"
"It's alright. It's just a sign that you are losing your brain power from lack of food."
"Yeah," she lied again, "yeah, that might be it."
They ate breakfast like nothing ever happened. There were no thoughts of the dreams of Suzume, or any thoughts of how handsome Mamoru was. No, none of those thoughts ever appeared during their time. It was just Mamoru and Suzume, eating breakfast, making jokes, talking about classes and college. It felt pretty good.
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After spending a long time hanging out at the arcade, they went back home. Suzume decided to hang out with Mamoru a little more, and sat on the couch, exhausted from the day.
"Hey, Suzume…if you were a random person that was sitting across from us…would you think that we were together?"
She blushed. Her eyes went wide as saucers as she stared at him with disbelief.
"W-What??"
"I mean…if you were some random person, would you think we were a couple?"
How could he say that so calmly?
"I…"
How could she answer to that?
"Well…maybe…I don't know."
They sat in silence.
"Hey, Suzume…"
It was, yet again, broken by Mamoru.
"Yes?"
"I've been wanting to test something out for a while." Why did he get really nervous all of a sudden? He was perfectly fine not too long ago. Maybe…it was because he was going to suggest something that friends weren't allowed to cross (at least for them)? He didn't know, but he knew that that was not the case.
"Test something?" He could hear the nervousness in her voice.
"I…well, I was thinking we should do something that would prove to people that we see each other as best friends." And also to stop those dirty dreams about her.
"W-What kind of test…?"
"Now…don't get angry or anything…but…I think…we should…make out, or something."
Suzume thought she was going to faint from embarrassment. She sputtered like an idiot. Whatever sentence she tried to form, it was failing.
"W-What?? No! I can't do that! It would be weird!"
"Exactly! Just think, if we did this, we would convince ourselves that we would never go out."
"Well…" What would happen if we did enjoy it? "I guess…we could give it a try."
She wasn't angry at him for suggesting it. No, she was nervous and shaking like a Chihuahua! Who would lean forward first? Who would pull away first? Would they like it? Would they hate it? Would their lives be any different after this?
"I…don't know how to start this. What do people usually do first? Do we just…"
Mamoru slowly raised his hands to cup her cheeks, stopping her from muttering anything else.
"I…would start off by…doing this…and then…"
He slowly leaned forward as to not to scare her, and paused when he heard her take a breath. When he brushed his lips with hers, everything, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, felt like it was being electrocuted. Her lips felt like wildfire; it was soft and unbelievably hot. He pressed his lips harder against hers before he slowly pulled away.
He opened his eyes to see Suzume blushing, her eyes closed and her breath shaky. He grinned a little, then it disappeared when he suddenly noticed the tiny pulls and jumps from his stomach. He leaned his forehead against hers, and closed his eyes.
"Would…it be fair," Mamoru finally spoke, "if I said…that I enjoyed it?"
Suzume swallowed.
"Would it be fair if…" she whispered, "if I said to keep going?"
They kissed again…passionately, lovingly, and wantonly. They wanted more…they wanted each other…and realized that they didn't want to be with anybody else but each other. They loved the warmth, the taste of their lips, and the electricity of their skin.
He gently pushed her down on the couch, making her wrap her arms around him. He loved the feel of her lips on his. He felt her fist his hair, and he moved to the side so that she could breathe. He moved to her ear, where he was able to nibble on it. She tightened her grip on him. He moved downward and sucked her neck. She gripped his soft hair, leaning her head back for him to have better access. It felt like they went on for hours. It felt so good…her squirming underneath him…the way her legs found their way to wrap around his waist. He wanted this…he wanted more…he wanted her.
"Ah…Mamoru…!"
He snapped back into reality. He moved away from her slowly. He looked at her, taking in her appearance. Her hair was disheveled, her clothed wrinkled, her lips swollen…her eyes full of lust…and her neck…covered with bruised marks.
Oh, my god…she actually enjoyed it…
He cleared his throat, looking away.
"I…I think that would be enough testing for the day."
"Y-Yes…that…yes, enough…."
He grinned at her, amused by her lack of a coherent sentence. He got off of her, giving her space for her to get up as well. She tried to fix her hair, making it look better than it was before. She looked away, her face burning red.
"I…I should get back home." She got up really fast, and tried to reach the door until he grabbed her arm, forcing her to look back at him.
"Will you be coming back here again…? Tomorrow, I mean."
She was shocked to hear that.
"You know me, Mamoru. I'm always here."
End
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That's all, Folks! Please, R&R!
Now, answer me this...should there be a sequal for this oneshot?