Akira slammed the door behind him, his muscular body shivering in his t-shirt and jeans. He had narrowly managed to escape to the rec-room, but he could still hear techno-pop blasting through the halls of the co-ed dorm. Akira headed towards the garden for a smoke but was stopped dead in his tracks by the sounds of teenage sex just outside the exit. The sound of pounding and heaving was reminiscent of a rodent dying in the drywall.

"Fuck all!" he said out loud.

"Was that Akira?" a female voice whispered.

The male voice laughed, "Fucking loser."

Akira sat on the floor, events of the past hour playing through his mind. Alice Nakiri had asked him, 'How in the genetic lottery does a South Asian boy have blond hair and green eyes?' Bitch was so wasted she started to touch him; groping his tan skin, pulling his long hair. Akira got away before she had a chance to claw at his face, to see if his eyes were contact lenses. "How does a half Japanese, half white girl look like a demon rabbit?" he said out loud to himself.

Akira's stomach rumbled as he stood up, adding an element of physical discomfort to his current emotional state. "Being alone sucks!" That was why he agreed to come to the party. His mother wanted him to meet people, to find someone his own age with whom he could relate. Akira wanted that too: an actual friend. Not that there was any point. Graduation was days away. He had spent the last four years at the Academy, as the socially awkward son of a professor. Any friend he made would forget about him once he or she left the school.

The rec-room housed a communal kitchen, so Akira saw no harm in grabbing a little snack. He didn't feel like cooking, so he grabbed a package of straw shaped cookies. He ate one, it tasted like packing foam. Akira sighed. With his arms crossed over his chest, he slouched forward, for a moment of rest.

The door creaked open. Curious, he sat up. There, in the doorway stood Erina Nakiri. The strawberry-blonde had eyes the color of amethyst. Her waist length hair bounced as she entered the room. Even in a plain blouse and black skirt, she was a vision of beauty. "Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you."

Akira stood up. "I-I should go." Despite knowing her since they were freshmen, the wealthy heiress' presence intimidated him.

Erina grabbed his shoulder. "I wanted to apologize. Alice can be a real bitch. "

Akira shoved her away. "Whatever."

"I know what it's like to look in the mirror and see someone I never knew!"

He turned to her. "You do?"

The girl nodded. "I have my mother's purple eyes. At least that's what Grandfather says."

"Wow, I never knew that." Akira sighed. "Make me kind of wish we had been friends."

"I always considered you a friend."

Akira shrugged. "Ok."

"I'm sorry I never visited you. It's just; the only kids who visited your house were people looking for help outside of your mother's office hours. I know I could've come over under the guise of needing help…"

Akira scratched his forehead. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I've had a crush on you since freshman year!"

She looked so serious Akira tried his best not to laugh. "I'm out of here."

"You think you're a freak, but the truth is, you're one of a kind."

"Are you for real?"

"Yes, I am being real. You're brilliant and so skilled with flavors. It's why you're forth in our graduating class."

Akira raised an eyebrow. "Forth?"

Erina counted on her fingers. "I'm first. Soma is second, Ryo is third..."

"I am not ranked lower than that Euro-trash manservant!" It was no secret Ryo KuroKiba was at the school only to serve as personal assistant to Alice.

"Euro-trash?" Erina repeated.

Akira's eyes went wide, realizing what he had said. He considered backpedaling, to specify 'poor Euro-trash,' but wisely decided against. "I apologize, that was very inappropriate."

"No worries," she said with a giggle. "I know how competitive you boys get."

Akira took a seat. "I'm glad we got to talk. I'm going to miss you."

Erina pulled up a chair next to him, putting her feet up on his lap. "Where are you headed after graduation?"

"I'm going to stay here with Jun. She adopted me. She saved me from the streets. Staying here, to assist her with her research, it's the least I can do."

Erina sighed. "Waste of talent if you ask me."

Akira raised his chin in her direction. "Good thing I didn't ask you."

"True, we all have free reign over our own lives," Erina said as she moved to Akira's lap. "Do you ever think about your biological parents?"

Akira shrugged as he put his arms around her. Despite her previous comment, regarding his rank, having a beautiful woman on his lap was kind of nice.

"Maybe you have your mother's eyes." Erina's lips brushed against his. "Perhaps she was a tourist, a princess, who fell in love with a gorgeous Indian boy."

"Maybe," Akira chuckled nervously.

Erina pulled away. "What are you thinking about?"

"Your lips," he said in a whisper.

Erina stood up, she motioned with her finger, "Come here." Akira watched as she laid on the prep-table, looking like the most exquisite cut of meat. With her knee-length skirt, she easily slipped her panties down her milky white thighs.

Akira had fallen into a trance when he suddenly noticed her squeezing his hand. "No stress," she whispered. Erina moved his hand, caressing his fingers down her toned stomach. Akira flinched as he touched her wet pussy. "Are you ok?" she asked.

Akira took a breath. "I'm good." He could feel her clit. It was firm, with every touch her body shivered. He had watched enough porn to know what was supposed to go where. It was all a matter of technique.

Akira disappeared under her skirt, taking a moment to savor the smell of her sex. He kissed her clit, and then licked it. He glided his tongue down her labia, opening her folds. The taste was sweet, like honey. Akira slipped his tongue inside her; sucking her juices as she bucked her hips.

"Come back to me," Erina moaned. Akira gave her clit a soft nibble before coming up. Erina was unbuttoning her blouse. Her red lacy bra barely constrained her sizable breasts. "Do you like what you see?"

Akira was about to reply when suddenly- 'Flick-flick.' He turned to see Ryo in the doorway playing with a cigarette lighter.