Blue beams of light bounced off Judal's dark walls, giving the rather grim looking room a sense of tranquility, even almost ethereal beauty. Kougyoku lay on her back, gazing up at the black ceiling littered with white specks where the paint had chipped off as a result of Judal constantly battering the poor thing with polo balls he had stolen from Hakuei.
The only fabric covering her porcelain skin was a thin blanket, but Judal's body heat kept her warm. He was lying next to her, face buried in her perfumed hair.
"Hey, Judal. Do you remember our first time?" Kougyoku asked, half asleep. In her post-slumber daze, her own words felt foreign to her ears.
Judal groaned, tightening his hold on her waist. She liked it, liked how someone who could feel so far away sometimes was holding her so close. Absentmindedly, she ran her fingers along his stomach, fingertips gently tracing across his firm abs. Those muscles were the only thing he'd ever worked for, everything else seemed to fall into his lap, whether it be talent or fortune. Judal exhaled at her touch."Yeah...I remember. We were messing around on that tire swing at the park. Around midnight or something."
"Yeah. We'd been playing, and then you leaned the wrong way and we fell over each other onto the ground. I thought you did it on purpose."
"I did do it on purpose. It was funny. You got so mad."
"Then you kissed me."
"And then I kissed you."
"...I can't believe I lost my virginity in a park. A public park."
"Me either. You were a total greenhorn in high school."
"What a hypocrite, I know that was your first time too." Kougyoku yawned after she spoke and rubbed her eyes. "I should go, everyone is going to start getting up soon." Judal loosened his grip on her as she slipped away, wincing as the coolness of the morning air hit her with full force. She picked her discarded clothes off the floor and pulled them on before walking to the door, taking one last look at Judal. "Bye…" she said softly, slinking out into the hall.
Judal buried his face into his pillow, it's satin fabric smelled faintly like Kougyoku's sugary perfume. She always smelled like a candy store. In a good way. He stayed like that for awhile, waiting for sleep to come, angry at himself for wishing deep down, despite himself, that he had asked her to stay.
Judal made his towards the terrace where the Kou mansion's staff served breakfast every morning. The aroma of baked pastries and fried meat hit him as soon as he breezed onto the terrace's marble tiles. Mountains of food were placed on the white linen covered table. Oddly though, the spread this morning looked much better than usual.
"Get out of the way."
Judal turned his head to see Hakuryuu, who was holding a huge plate laden with even more food, impatiently waiting for him to stop blocking his path to the table. Judal raised an eyebrow.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"This is his punishment for last night," piped up Hakuei from her seat at the table, where Kougyoku and Kouha had already begun digging in. Her blues eyes narrowed at Judal. "How many times have I told you not to get him involved in the kind of stuff?!" Contrary to the promise he'd made Hakuryuu the night before, the two of them had gotten very very high and upon coming home, had been very very loud.
Almost as loud as the volume of Hakuei's voice when she yelled at her little brother after rushing downstairs upon hearing the crashing sound of Judal tripping over one of Kouha's stray kendo swords.
Judal simply rolled his eyes and took a seat across from Kougyoku who peered up at him from behind the mountain of berries and cream that was smothering the waffles on her plate.
"How many times have I told you I don't give a fuck?"
Hakuei glared at him in response, but Judal just laughed and reached over to grab a slice of peach tart.
"Man Hakuryuu, this shit tastes great. You're going to make a great housewife someday." Judal commented as Hakuryuu returned to the table with a pitcher of orange juice. Kougyoku raised a napkin to her lips to cover up her giggles, while Kouha chuckled freely at Judal's teasing remark. Even the corners of Hakuei's mouth twitched with amusement.
Hakuryuu flushed and "accidentally" spilled a rather sizeable amount of juice onto Judal's lap.
"Oops, my hand slipped." Hakuryuu said, not even trying to mask the smirk on his face. Judal cursed, grabbing a handful of napkins in an attempt to try and absorb most of the liquid.
"You son of a bitch! This gonna fucking stain."
"It's going to stain a pair of black jeans?"
"Shut up, Hakuryuu. Hey Hakuei, I have a complaint against the quality of service I'm getting here." Hakuryuu grinned.
"Does that mean that I'm not getting a tip?" Judal tossed the soaked napkins at Hakuryuu, who just laughed, easily dodging, and made his way back to the kitchen. Hakuei shifted her attention onto Kougyoku.
"Hey, how'd it go with Sinbad last night? You have a good time?" Kougyoku blushed and nodded.
"Yeah… The restaurant was great and he was really nice…" Kouha laughed and poked his sister's cheek.
"You're totally red right now! That's so adorable." Kougyoku's cheeks turned a shade darker as she swatted his hand away, but he continued mercilessly teasing her.
Judal watched the scene in front of him with a blank expression, biting down on the fork in his mouth just a little too harshly. It seemed like everyone's favorite fucking subject was that idiot. Suddenly a thought popped into his head that would make the morning a lot more enjoyable.
Face completely sober, he shifted his leg under the table and rubbed his sock clad foot against Kougyoku's smooth shin. She jumped up immediately, startled by the contact, alerting the attention of Hakuei and Kouha.
"Are you okay? What just happened?" Hakuei asked, forehead creased as Kouha raised an eyebrow in question.
"N-nothing." Kougyoku stammered, trying to ignore the sensation of Judal's caresses, while simultaneously attempting to kick him away. "I just got a chill all of a sudden." She shot a puzzled look at Judal, who only smiled back innocently.
What had gotten into him?
The two of them were never so….affectionate like this. They were only intimate with each other when they were, you know, intimate.
"Um, anyways, I was going to head over to the movies with Alibaba, Morgiana, and Aladdin. Did you guys wanna come by any chance?" Kouha sighed.
"Dammit, I wish. I've got a kendo match today."
"I can't either. I'm going to be stuck in meetings all day. Sorry."
"It's okay…" Kougyoku shifted her gaze onto Judal, whose foot was still rubbing against her. "Judal, do you wanna go?" He leaned back in his chair, his foot traveling a little higher up her leg, as he crossed his arms behind his back.
"No thanks, those guys bore the fuck outta me." Judal piled the rest of the peach tart onto his plate and got up from the table, heading back toward the interior of the house.
Kougyoku, for a just teeny, minsucule moment, missed his touch.
Judal headed into the kitchen where Hakuryuu was washing dishes. With a mouth full of tart, he asked him a question.
"Hey, wanna go to the movies?"