*Ten Years Later*
Aoba P.o.v
"Mhm…. Aoba-san…" Clear moaned as he gently played around with my hair, twirling it around his finger.
It was then, after seeing Clear's eyes glowing dimly in the morning light inside my room that I realised we did it the other night and I didn't put on my clothes yet. I used my elbows and pushed myself from my bed, digging my face into the palm of my hand.
"Argh… What time is it?" I groaned.
"It's 8:15 am, Aoba-san."
"We should get changed… What if Cloud walks in on us? It would be hard to explain to her."
As soon as I was about to get up and grab my clothes, Clear grabs me from behind, hugging me closely to his chest, his face resting on my neck.
"Don't go Aoba-san~" He said playfully, tightening his grip around my chest and abdomen.
I sighed. "You've gotten really cheeky lately you know that? I'm getting too old for your fetishes, Clear."
Well… Not that an Old man like me should be having intercourse with a robot at this age anyway, but the damn kid keeps insisting. My body's going to expire before him at this rate. His hand moved from my stomach to softly caressing my chest, even at this age I'm being treated like a girl…Again.
"Aoba-san…I'll love you and do you at any age. Please don't say such things again."
I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was becoming depressed. Dammit… I wasn't intending for him to feel this way at all. Feeling guilty, I take his hands off of my chest and tackle him onto the bed as he stared at me in utter shock.
"A-Aoba-san…?" I watched him jolt as I slid my hand from his chest to somewhere lower, though I stopped midway and instead put his hand to my face.
"Clear… You know that I-"
"See you dad! I'm going to school now!" Cloud yells from downstairs, followed by the sound of fast paced footsteps.
I paused hearing her voice echo all the way to our room and try to not show any signs of disappointment on my face. And all these years…I still don't get to top the bastard. I stare at Clears face and body, unchanged, pale and beautiful as the day I first met him. While my body will start to shrivel and rot away, and I'll become an old man that he has to take care of. Being that case then I might as well...
Clear waves his hand in front of my face for a reality check. "Aoba-san?"
Spoil him while I can.
A smirk pulled onto my face and I tilt Clear's hand up, forcing our lips together as he blushed at the sudden move I made. I pulled away slowly and let my tongue slid out, leaving a trail of saliva on Clear's lips as he stared at me, pink faced. I could tell that I was getting turned on just by looking at him, and god knows when I'll stop at this rate so I use my thumb and wipe the mucus off his lips. I threw the pile of cream coloured clothes on top of Clear as I pulled on my clothes.
"Come on, I've got work today and I can't be late." I told him in a rough toneand he gets up immediately to start changing.
"H-Hai…" He replies nervously, quickly pulling on clothes as well.
I glanced back and watched as he pulled on his clothes sincerely, as if nothing had happened at all and he was simply getting out of bed. 'Not enough?' I thought. Keeping that thought in my mind, I pulled his face towards me and my lips softly touched his cheek.
"See you later." I said, getting up and preparing to leave.
I didn't have to look back to know that he was blushing right now, his fingers on his cheek.
Cloud P.o.v
I ran inside the school building and took a seat before the teacher could come to scold me and watched as everyone surrounded certain tables, chatting with their friends. Friends. I wish I had at least one. But life just doesn't work that way for me; I'm not shy to talk and I'm always willing to lend a helping hand if anyone ever needs one, but nobody ever answers back to me. I wasn't sure what was so bad about having two dads either, just the fact that everyone never talked to me again after hearing about it.
What is bad however, is when someone bad mouths about my parents. It's annoying. It's infuriating. So I end up hitting a lot of people and going practically crazy during lunch breaks where I'd get hurt, someone else get hurt, but the blame would be all on me in the end. The lighting for my book suddenly became dark, and I glanced up to see what was blocking it.
I saw a familiar sight, long flowing black hair parted to one side and 'mocking' violet coloured eyes, whom goes by the name Kana. She had her arms crossed and a meticulous grin on her face, followed by two girls behind her who had the same face, one being brunette and the other being dark blonde.
She smiled. "Cloud-chan, what are you doing~?"
"Writing." I answered bluntly.
"Your parents still together?"
"How did we go from what I was doing to that?" I questioned her.
"Her Dad's kind of hot though." The dark blonde commented.
"Ewwww, He's an old man!" The Brunette replied.
"Yuck not that one! He's not that bad, but I'm talking about the one with silver hair!" The dark blonde snapped back.
"Well I guess I would mind losing my v-" The Brunette started but I cut her off.
"HEY! That's my DAD you're talking about here!" I yelled.
The two were about to say something back, but Kana stopped them. "Now now, It's time for you two to get back to your original classes, no need to waste your energy on small fry." The two nod and strut off into their original classes.
I sighed out loud as soon as they left. "Kana… How much longer are you planning to keep up this whole 'mean girl' act?"
She pouted and Pinched my cheeks. "HEY! I'm doing this all for you, you know! At least appreciate it a little!"
"I'm Sorry…"
Kana's original idea was to make herself a bad person so that people would eventually prefer me over 'her', but after doing this same act for a whole week, no changes have started to happen. She plays around with her hair a bit and I take notice of just how long her hair really is, reaching all the way to her knees its actually unbelievable.
"Kana… Why don't you cut your hair?" I asked.
"(blushes slightly) I guess… Because I like it?" she answered.
After School:
The school bell rings and everyone dashes out, including me and Kana as we both meet up at the same place after school to walk home together. Kana slaps her hands together and then suddenly bows down.
"I'm Really Really Sorry Cloud-chan but could you go alone today? There's somewhere I wanna visit!" She pleads desperately.
I didn't know where she was going but she looked so determined… How could I say no?
I smiled. "Sure, it's okay! Have fun~" I said before waving and she hugs me as a thank-you before running off.
Hmmm… I wonder where she is heading.
I turn in the direction of home and started walking on my own, indulging on the bright streets of Midorijima. A familiar looking red vest catches my eyes and I glance over to take a look at a fight between two gangs.
"Take this you punk!" A man yells as he throws a punch at the man wearing the red vest but he blocks it.
"Hah. You're gonna have to do better than that to take the leader of Dry Juice down!" He says before completely throwing the guy onto the wall behind him, and kicking the other members.
When it looked safe enough for me to come out, I slowly stepped into the opening and waved at Mizuki quietly. He quickly wipes some blood off his cheek and smiles.
"Cloud!" He says, throwing his hand over my shoulder and ruffling my hair.
"Hey Mizuki-san." I greet him politely.
He laughs. "So you come to join Dry Juice?"
"You know I'm not into that kinda stuff Mizuki."
"It was a joke you little." He ruffles my head harder. "As if I'd make a little girl like you join."
I laugh nervously at his comment.
A Gang Eh… Maybe I'll go see Koujaku later today…
Kana P.o.v
I double checked to see that the store was empty, and that no one else was around to see here. I gulped and took a deep breath, slowly opening the glass door to come inside. There he was. In the midst of polishing the blades of his scissors, he looks up at me and I blush.
"Oh Kana, good to see you." He greets me, polite as always.
"K-K-Koujaku…" I mutter nervously, I could feel my face burning in embarrassing just talking to him.
"Hold up, I'll go get you something to drink." He says, walking into another room at the back of his store.
I exhale out loud. Wah… I was so nervous. The blades of the scissors glimmer in the corner of my eye. Sure brings back memories…
"Mum I don't want to go to the hairdresers!" I whined out loud, clutching onto my hair, with bangs that practically covered my entire face.
Mum grabs my wrist. "It'll be fine Honey! There's nothing to be afraid about!"She picks me up and throws me onto a chair, making it higher immediately to take advantage of my fear of heights.
Tears shrouded my entire face. Back then I didn't even know what embarrassment was.
"WAHHHHHHH!"
Heavy footsteps started to grow louder. My eyes were really blurry thanks to all the crying, but I could just make out the figure of a tall man dressed in a red Kimono. Was he going to a festival or something?
"I really apologise for all the noise…" My mum tells him. "It's her first time at a hairdressers and she's traumatised of scissors…"
The man crouches down and gently swifts the bangs covering my face off, revealing my teary eyed face and sniffing. He smiled.
"It's a shame that your bangs hide such a pretty face…" He tells me. "I'm going to cut your hair now, and I guarantee that it won't hurt."
"Sniff* Sniff* Really…Sniff* Mister?"
He smiled. "Really."
And ever since then I never cut my hair, because I wanted to preserve the first haircut he ever gave me. Although I've never told him that because it was embarrassing to mention. Koujaku walks out of the door with two cups of tea in his hand and places one of them on a table next to me.
"Thank-you…" I say quietly as I start to gently drink my tea.
It tasted sweeter than usual today.
I heard the sound of a glass door being slid open, a customer at this time? Glancing to take a look, the fragile teacup slipped through the palm of my hand completely.
CRASH.
What was she doing here… I thought that I was the only one who knew this place… I completely froze even as I stared at the shattered pieces of clay on the ground that were once part of a beautiful cup.
Mum always did tell me that I was a pretty possessive child when it came to my stuff when I was little… Always not letting anyone touch my toys, not letting any other kids near my mum or dad and keeping my stuff to myself and conserving them all the time for some strange reason.
I lowered my eyelid.
I guess right now that makes me… Childish?
A/N: Yosh finished another chapter~ -w- I just wanna say that…Even if you didn't enjoy this chapter, if you were able to kill some time because of it, then I guess that makes me happy enough. OuO
