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Chapter 2: Flexibility

"You came at quite a peaceful time, you know." Tomochika told Haruka as she helped her unpack her bags.

Haruka was folding her clothes and putting them in drawers and stopped mid-way of folding a blouse upon hearing that. "How so?"

Tomochika gave her gentle smile as she took more items out of her bag. "Well, we are at that point where we have to rest. Plus it's the beginning of school and the harvest; everyone's too busy to make time for entertainment."

Haruka continued folding and thought of how well thought their schedule is here. To be honest with herself, she wouldn't have thought of that factor if she was in her uncle's shoes.

"Guessing from the amount of fabric at the front of that blouse of yours, you are gifted with that package there. Not too big and not too small." Haruka gasped upon hearing such a statement and laid down the said blouse on her new made bed.

"Excuse me?" She looked up at a smirking man, no physical 'differences' to be seen. "Who, who are you?"

"I'm your escort, dear." He gestured his hands as he bowed. Tomochika clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"Ignore that stain of humanity, Haruka. He's only playing with you so he can get in your skirts." Now she is furiously putting down her shoe boxes under her bed. The man chuckled in amusement.

"As always, you are right, Tomo." He glided towards Haruka. She put down the clothes she was folding and began fiddling with her two fingers. She hasn't really been around the opposite gender growing up so interacting, like this, is making her nervous and sweaty.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna hurt ya." Using his pinky he placed a loose strand of her short hair behind her ear and cupped her face. They stayed in that position for a small amount of time, his hand cupping her face a little tighter every second. When that was noticeable to Tomochika she grabbed his wrist and pushed him away from her.

"Reiji, I think it's time for you to start cooking dinner." She said sternly as she stared at him calmly but her eyes in anger. Reiji looked over at Haruka again, this time with longing and walked himself out. "Fine, Tomo. But you're getting more vegetables than meat now."

"As long as you don't come in here again," Tomochika yelled at him, and then whispered, "You pervert."

He didn't bother going to the kitchen, instead he went straight to his tent. He went under his bed and took out a sketch book. Then his hands went crazy, he took the closest writing utensil and began drawing the face he cupped moments before.

So soft, and warm. No wonder he was tightening his grip then, he wanted to hold onto her. Her face was the most beautiful one he has seen through his eyes. Innocent and not judgmental, unlike the others.

Everyone judged him to begin with. Doctors thought he was dead when he was born, his position was as if he was a pretzel. His mother didn't treat him like a precious bundle of joy when he was younger, instead she stayed as far away as possible from him. He tried hiding the fact he could bend like no other man from kids at school, but they soon found out.

Reckless bullies tried to break his arm as punishment for bumping into them by twisting his arm. Once they stopped their laughing was when he realized that he wasn't crying like a normal kid, he was standing there in silence, no pain effecting him at all.

Those kids ran for their life and soon the principle knew and he was sent home. That day was when his mother also abandoned him.

"Let's go to the supermarket." She said, with no regret or hurt in her voice. He was left on aisle 6, the arts and crafts section. He took a few packets of pencils, blank books, and coloring materials and ran. He can never go back to that town.

He set his pencil down and looked her. She was indeed the one he wanted under his grip again. He wanted to know what all parts of her body looked and felt. Shining has got quite a niece.

"Reiji-senpai! I'm hungry." A voice whined. Reiji quickly closed to book and put under his bed. "I'll be there Otoyan, just give me a second."

His four-armed underclassmen, more like a little brother, had his lower pair of arms on his hips and his upper pair crossed over his chest, one of them covering his mouth as he yawned. "Hurry, Syo-kun and Kaoru-kun are getting impatient."

"They can wait, it's not like Nacchan is filling in for my absence."

"He is."

A/N: Hello, long time no see. Again thank you to the few who are enjoying this series, I appreciate that a whole lot. Anyone new, welcome and please tell me your opinions and/or suggestions.

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