AN: This is just a little teaser or something. I might continue, I might not. Depends on how my summer is and how my other story goes. I'm working on something else at the moment so we'll see.
I remember it was a hot one, the heat dancing off the pavement in waves. A gentle breeze offering only the slightest relief to sweating bodies. We were sitting on the porch of his white summer house enjoying sips of iced tea and the music of birds singing. It was a small island, only a few houses stood on the shore line. An old school building sat at the top of the island, its pink paint a perfect contrast to the green trees surrounding it.
We sat together for a while, his hand playing with mine as we soaked up the suns smiling rays. He was sweet with black hair and a sophisticated smile, a true gentleman, perfect. Untangling his hand with mine he stood and gazed down at me before stretching and offering a soft smile as an apology. He waved slightly as he moved back into the house. I took a sip of tea.
The wind shifted and blew my hair into my eyes. Setting the tea on a nearby table I sat up, pushing the loose strand back. That was when I heard it, a loud rumbling assaulting my ears and breaking the peaceful quiet. Down the road the faint outline of something was moving closer. Straining my eyes to see, I could barely make out the figure of a motorcycle rushing towards the house. It grumbled down the road pushing past the waves of heat before stopping across from the porch and the white picket fence.
That was the first time I saw her, straddling the rumbling beast between her thighs with a quivering man sitting behind her holding onto her tightly. She moved her hands to her black helmet and revealed long raven locks as straight as the fence posts. She took a breath and so did I. She looked over to me and our eyes locked briefly, I held my breath. She frowned and hit the arms that were holding her waist. Her passenger only held tighter or so I could only believe as she pried his hands loose and pushed him backwards off of her black beast. I couldn't help but smile.
The man jumped up and threw his helmet to the ground. Short black spikes poked out in every direction as he spoke to the woman in front of him. A bark of laughter caused my eyes to drift back to the woman; she had her arms folded in front of her as she laughed at the man. She had dismounted from the motorcycle and held her helmet under her arm. She tossed something into the air but I couldn't tell what it was. The man did not look amused as she smirked and walked into the house across from me. She opened the door and promptly slammed it as the man tried to run after her.
I took another sip of my tea. The man was pounding on the door and the noise chased the birds away. He hit the door and screamed, "Natsuki!" I held the glass of tea to my lips but did not drink. So that was her name. The door opening behind me told me I was no longer alone as he came back from inside. He stood in front of me and smiled down at me.
"I apologize Shizuru." He was sincere as he looked over his shoulder. "Loud neighbors this summer I see."
I nodded and moved the glass back to the table.
"Don't worry Reito, I was enjoying myself." He sat next to me once more and took my hand and passed his thumb in small circles across the top. I frowned slightly as I looked at our entangled hands and looked across the street to see the spiky haired man sitting on the front steps of the house. It was a nice house if I do say so myself. I glanced over it, two stories like Reito's with large bay windows looking over the island but covered by curtains at the moment. A movement on the top floor caught my eye, a curtain had been pulled back slightly and the woman stood in front of a window. Our eyes locked again and stayed that way for a few moments.
"Shizuru?" I blinked and looked at my companion. "Are you listening?" He asked.
"Of course." I lied and turned my head back to the window to see the curtain had replaced the woman.
"Natsuki, huh?" I whispered and bit my lip before turning my attention back to the man next to me.
"I think it will be an interesting summer." He sighed; he was watching the man across the street trying to pry open a window. I nodded slightly, interesting indeed.
AN: Like it, hate it, whatever. Let me know.