Ah lunchtime, my favourite time of day where bliss and relaxation is at its purest. Where students can hide away in one of the many food outlets scattered across the campus, away from the horrible lecture theatres and dusty old professors.
And queer ones too, but you didn't hear me say that. Nosirreebob.
"Hey!" shouted a voice behind me and my first reaction, being the occasional dumbass that I am, was,
"I didn't say he was queer! It was the tree!" And ran off in a random direction; yea, real manly of you Shun'u, what happened to that complete with manly pride and ego thing? Okay, enough self bashing and time to breathe...
Fallen Angel. The name tells me three possible things about the proprietor, that is: one it's a female, hence Angel, two, a very vain female who thinks she's angelic, or three, it's a suicidal and vain female. How interesting, yet creepy. But it's a forgivable flaw as the food is extremely good and the least health-threatening among all the campus' food outlets.
I remember the time when I got diarrhoea from eating that seafood chowder in the cafeteria. The bathroom was practically my home for three whole days, that is until Professor Seishuku persuaded (or rather dragged) me to the clinic, where I got that shot, and then was put on a drip and had to stay overnight for 'observations'. Never did know what they could 'observe' from a guy who was sleeping all night. Good times, good times.
Right, enough rambling, I've been standing outside the entrance for five minutes and I'm getting odd stares from everyone. What are you looking at? Have you never seen a man contemplating?
Shun'u, shut up and get in now!
Fine.
Inside, I grab a tray and order a ham sandwich, an oatmeal cookie and a glass of juice. Hey, a guy's gotta have fibre in his diet ya know, now, to find a place to sit.
The other reason why I enjoy eating at this place, they have an open patio area and since it is spring, I might as well indulge in the guilty pleasure of man's favourite sport.
Girl watching. Yes, all those girls out there in skimpy tanks and miniskirts with flip flops, getting ready for the imminent summer.
Suddenly, an image of Miaka popped in my head, in a seriously tight tank and extremely short shorts, with that beautiful smile and those bright hazel eyes and that aura of pure innocence.
Sigh, three words for you, h-o-t.
Hey, don't you look at me like that. I'm a perfectly straight man and this is what perfectly straight men usually do. But no, I do not gawk at members of the opposite sex all the time; I do it discreetly, out of the corner of my eye. Yeah. So don't you go around saying I'm voyeuristic! I do it without making a complete fool of myself; I have this thing called dignity. Yeah, that's it.
So here I am, contradicting myself, I am such a sad and lonely man. Fine, before I start berating myself again, I might as well treat my rumbling stomach with food!
I took a bite out of my ham sandwich, and being in the self-opposing mood that I am, decided not to chew it and just scarfed the pieces down. Delicious sandwich by the way.
Hey, remember when you were little kids and your moms would always remind you to chew your food properly or you'll choke? And you would do the exact opposite just to spite them? Well my mom wasn't like that; she would just look at me and pay no heed. It hurts I guess, but my mom was like that, so were my sisters, all five of them.
Yep, I have five females and an alpha-mom. How about my dad you ask? Well, our family had that headstrong-wife-doting-husband thing going on, but in our case, the husband is extremely doting and the wife is extremely headstrong. Extremely.
But, this isn't about my family, it's about me. So, I was having one of those I-don't-care-if-I-don't-chew-my-food moments and guess what?
I was choking.
A piece of sandwich was clogged in my throat and instantly cut off my air supply and I was choking! In a cafe! And everyone was just looking at me! Hello people! Man choking here! Help!
I grabbed my juice and took a large gulp which only served to worsen the situation. Stupid juice and I called you my favourite drink! Humph!
At that moment I said to myself, this is it Shun'u you're gonna die because of a sandwich. A dang sandwich!
All the things I didn't get to see and do and-
"Are you choking?" A girl in a pink halter and white skirt looked at me with a concern etched on her face. I could only manage a frantic nod and thought gee, what does it look like?! But I'm in no mood for spiting because my life is on the freaking line! "I'm gonna help okay? Just relax."
She walked behind me and wrapped her arms around my abdomen while balling one of her hands in a fist and grasped the fisted hand with her other, and started applying quick upward thrusts into my abdomen and with a very primal grunt; the cursed piece of sandwich unclogged my throat. Thank you!
I took deep gulps of much needed air and sipped the evil juice. Stupid fluid form of fruits with excessive sugar!
"Thank you," I croaked and got a good look at my rescuer. She had ebony-black curls with chocolate-brown eyes and was by far the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Wonder why I haven't seen her before.
"You're welcome, you were lucky I knew the Heimlich Manoeuvre, I guess that first aid class I took really paid off," she grinned cockily at me, her blue eyes twinkling. "I'm Reirei, your rescuer and fourth year student." She extended her hand and I shook it.
"Kou Shun'u, thanks a lot," I gave her a shaky grin.
"So, I guess I'll see you around then, preferably not choking. Didn't your mom ever tell you to chew your food first?" She flashed a sly smile and walked off, leaving me in the middle of the cafe with the lunchtime crowd staring at me.
And apparently no, my mom never told me to chew my food. So, there.
I decided to cut my lunch/sight-seeing session short today after all the events that have transpired. And a group of guys were staring at me funny ever since I walked in the joint. Weirdos.
I had to see Professor Seishuku later so I might as well take a nap in my room and count my blessings. Yeah, a nap sounds good and then I have to study for my test and I have a pile of homework to do.
You know what, I really hate Mondays.
I didn't like this chapter as much as the last, but you be the judge. As always, criticism whether constructive or not is very much welcomed! So click on that 'Go' button on your bottom left hand corner and say something. Anything.
BFreak: Well I am flattered for being one of the few fics you read! Yay! Leave a review!
KittyLynne: Thanks for the compliments! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Haha. But I think somehow Tasuki isn't Tasuki in this chapter. I think you already know who the cross-dressing, blackmailing professor is. Oh yeah, I am starting to see the difficulty in writing a first person fic. Ain't as easy as it looks alright! But I will prevail and continue to write 'cause I like this story. Haha. Oh yes, always remember the mystique and never forget it! grin Drop a review ya!
Gaara Fun: Ah yes, that was one of my favourite scenes and dialogues! Haha. Well I'm glad it isn't girly or I would have to rewrite the whole thing! Haha. Post a review please!
Thank you to those who have read the fic and faved it! It makes me feel happy and I know I'm not doing something wrong! Though making Tasuki like girls is probably wrong, but hey, it's my fic! Haha. Do leave a review when you drop by.
And answer the poll on my page please! Thank you!
P.S. To those who want to learn how to do the Heimlich Manoeuvre, here are the steps;
If you think the person is choking, ask the him/her "Are you choking?" If the person nods, ask "Can you speak?" If the person can't speak or cough loudly, tell him/her you are going to help. Stand firmly behind the person and wrap your arms around him/ her that your fists are in front of the person.
Make a fist with one hand.
Put the thumb side of the fist on the person's abdomen, slightly above the navel and well below the breastbone.
Grasp the fist with your other hand and fie quick upward thrusts into the person's abdomen.
Give thrust until the object is forced out or the person becomes unresponsive.
