School Pool
By: Karie
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Wrote on a day in school where I couldn't swim for, uhhh, reasons. I sat on the bleachers and wrote this. Enjoy Minna!
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I lean back and sigh, the drone of the diving video in the background.
Apparently this time around I don't get the privledge of being tossed out of gym and swimming by my shirt collar to land with a satisfying thump on my bum in the hall.
I take out my pencil and a notebook and wait for a muse to pop in.
Soon a NEW ONE appears. Its a small Asato Tsuzuki with blue feathered wings. He lands on my pink sweat shirt and grins.
I roll my eyes and put pencil to paper and text flows over the blue lined sheet.
"Oh god, please, at least be IN CHARACTER."
I whip around to the side to be faced with jade eyes framed by blonde hair. All I can do is open and close my mouth like a beached fish. The blonde continues to critisize.
"Me? Uke? No, no. Seme, sure. Middle in a threesome, why not. But, in NO WAY am I an UKE!"
I turn and survey my work as a critic and then sniff.
"Liar. You've been uke before."
Another voice assulted my ears.
"He's always seme. I've never been."
I turn and huff annoyedly.
"Well you have been now!"
I turn and put the graphite of the pencil to the page and watch the scene unfold.
The two appear in swim shorts and are uncerimoniously plunked in the school's swimming pool. The older blonde man stops glaring and the younger one smirks, wrapping around him.
"Yo-tan, you know I want you."
The smaller boy blinks and sinks in the water, choking.
I giggle and lower my pencil, but before I can do any more damage, my vic-err, my boys are swimming around at opposit ends of the pool.
"Nan demo?! I didn't write this!"
"I did!"
Nagi waves with a ball point pen. I growl and graphite lances over my page. The Japanese teen is gone and my boy's are back in play.
"Hmmm..."
My pencil roams slowly over the page. Omi eyes me warily and I grin, words flying over the page.
"What are y-"
Yo-tan's words are cut off by Omi launching onto him. Mouthes meshed.
{Oh god! I can't believe her!? Is she part of Schrient? But it does feel nice... Shit! Where does she think she's going with Omi's hands! She's evil!}
I watch with wide eyes.
[I hate her! She's dead, dead, DEAD! Mmm... Oh, no! No, no, no! Karie, no hands! NO TOUCHIE! Mmm...]
I choke. They seem to be enjoying this, I'm not even writting!
The boy's finally pull apart and pant as they glare at me.
"What was that!?"
"Really! I mean, the groping thing was a bit much!"
I choke.
"Uhh... Groping? Guys, I hate to tell you, I didn't write that. See!"
The notebook was inspected and their faces pinked kawaii-ly. The bell rang and I left, Yo-tan and Bishonen vanishing.
"Interesting..."
~OWARI~
LA!
KARIE *muah!*
By: Karie
~~~
Wrote on a day in school where I couldn't swim for, uhhh, reasons. I sat on the bleachers and wrote this. Enjoy Minna!
~~~
I lean back and sigh, the drone of the diving video in the background.
Apparently this time around I don't get the privledge of being tossed out of gym and swimming by my shirt collar to land with a satisfying thump on my bum in the hall.
I take out my pencil and a notebook and wait for a muse to pop in.
Soon a NEW ONE appears. Its a small Asato Tsuzuki with blue feathered wings. He lands on my pink sweat shirt and grins.
I roll my eyes and put pencil to paper and text flows over the blue lined sheet.
"Oh god, please, at least be IN CHARACTER."
I whip around to the side to be faced with jade eyes framed by blonde hair. All I can do is open and close my mouth like a beached fish. The blonde continues to critisize.
"Me? Uke? No, no. Seme, sure. Middle in a threesome, why not. But, in NO WAY am I an UKE!"
I turn and survey my work as a critic and then sniff.
"Liar. You've been uke before."
Another voice assulted my ears.
"He's always seme. I've never been."
I turn and huff annoyedly.
"Well you have been now!"
I turn and put the graphite of the pencil to the page and watch the scene unfold.
The two appear in swim shorts and are uncerimoniously plunked in the school's swimming pool. The older blonde man stops glaring and the younger one smirks, wrapping around him.
"Yo-tan, you know I want you."
The smaller boy blinks and sinks in the water, choking.
I giggle and lower my pencil, but before I can do any more damage, my vic-err, my boys are swimming around at opposit ends of the pool.
"Nan demo?! I didn't write this!"
"I did!"
Nagi waves with a ball point pen. I growl and graphite lances over my page. The Japanese teen is gone and my boy's are back in play.
"Hmmm..."
My pencil roams slowly over the page. Omi eyes me warily and I grin, words flying over the page.
"What are y-"
Yo-tan's words are cut off by Omi launching onto him. Mouthes meshed.
{Oh god! I can't believe her!? Is she part of Schrient? But it does feel nice... Shit! Where does she think she's going with Omi's hands! She's evil!}
I watch with wide eyes.
[I hate her! She's dead, dead, DEAD! Mmm... Oh, no! No, no, no! Karie, no hands! NO TOUCHIE! Mmm...]
I choke. They seem to be enjoying this, I'm not even writting!
The boy's finally pull apart and pant as they glare at me.
"What was that!?"
"Really! I mean, the groping thing was a bit much!"
I choke.
"Uhh... Groping? Guys, I hate to tell you, I didn't write that. See!"
The notebook was inspected and their faces pinked kawaii-ly. The bell rang and I left, Yo-tan and Bishonen vanishing.
"Interesting..."
~OWARI~
LA!
KARIE *muah!*