His pale hands trembled as they tried to open her blouse, his lips still stuck with her glossy lips. Tears almost fell from his eyelids as he tried to remember his lips, his hot mouth on his body. She growled in frustration and nearly ripped his hands off her chest as she removed her school shirt herself. It was silent in the room, not counting the slightly creaky bed that only made a sound as they shifted, and he couldn't even look at her. She was skimpily clad in her short school uniform skirt that had ridden up to her mid-thigh, and her plump perky breasts contained in a lace pink push up bra, any man's dream right? He was almost disgusted, the way she came onto him. The way his mother had invited her to their home and left them their, knowing very well what might happen. His mother prayed that they'd have sex; she pleaded with her god that her son would find the neighborhood slut attractive and have his way with her.

She could only hope.

"Stop-p!" He almost sobbed, turning away, pushing her off him. She squeaked and cried, staring in shock as he picked up her blouse from the floor and passed it to her. Clenching the blouse in her hand she glared at the trembling man before her.

"What's wrong Saga? Your mother said you really liked me—you're not even hard!" She whined and he decided it was the sound he hated the most in the world. He shook his head, staring off at the pair of leopard slippers that peeked out from under his bed. At that very moment, she realized he wanted her to leave, and she slipped on her shirt. It was getting dark out, the light dimming quickly.

"Fine—whatever, you're not even that good looking—"She hopped off his bed and fixed her skirt before clasping on her black heels. He only stared with a blank stare as he politely walked her to the door. She glared at him once again before slamming the door behind her. Saga stared at the door for a few minutes and then he leaned against it. Sweat collecting on his forehead as he thought about what could have happened.

And then he cried, barely able to fish out his phone and barely able to dial the number he knew by memory but that he didn't have as a contact. He feared his mother and friends would out two and two together.

His palms were sweaty as he gripped the phone against his ear, silently praying the other would pick up.

Please pick up, please.

He genuinely smiled at her, walking in rhythm with her pace as he walked his date to her door. She was slender, pale, with long gorgeous chocolate locks that cascaded down her back. She was the kind, quiet girl, someone who didn't deserve what was coming.

"I had a wonderful time tonight Shou." Her face in his mind was cut off momentarily, as his wander often wandered off to other things. He stared at her and smiled again, playing along with this innocent girl.

"Me too Hidori, I hope to see—"A loud obvious noise buzzed in his front pocket and he quickly apologized and struggled to pull it out. Fishing in his jeans he finally glimpsed at the screen and gaped for a moment, before looking back up at Hidori's perplexed expression.

"Ah, it's my mum you see, she's ill, I have to go!" With that he turned away towards his parked car, and Hidori watched with disappointment as he walked away.

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