July 2nd, 2010

Uh.

I don't know how to properly start this.

For one, I learned how to throw those cards… kinda. I can throw them ⅗ of the times properly and 0/5 of the times will they go where I want them to go.

Uhh but yeah the pink smoke. That damned pink smoke made my life a whole life harder.

Like I'm not asexual, I've just never noticed someone who has ever made my heart beat like in shoujo mangas from any person of any gender. I mean I will appreciate the occasional hot body of both genders but…

...I was walking down the street, I had run out of groceries at home so I needed some food… and ice cream, but you know.

I walked into the market as the sliding door opened and a mother came out of the market with two children by her side.

One was laughing obnoxiously and the other saying something in Chinese. I chose to ignore them and continue on my way, but before I knew it, something hit my back and pink smoke filled my vision.

I just sighed as it appeared and hung my head low, unable to fight it, closing my eyes in defeat.

I felt the world shift and I realized I was now laying down. The air felt hot, stuffy even, and smell of something distinctly sweet entered my nose.

I opened my eyes and met wide brown eyes with a deep emotion dwelling inside them, an emotion I couldn't recognize.

I broke eye contact and observed where I was. I was laying in a modern black and blue bed, the lights on the bedside table low. A man, the owner of the brown eyes, was hovering over me, his hands next to my head and a knee in between my legs.

The man gaped at me for a second before smiling, "Mamoru!" he exclaimed, a happy go lucky smile on his face.

And then I recognized him, he was the tall Japanese male who called me "family". His hair was a spiky black, messed up slightly. He had a sharp defined jaw and his chin had a long scar that stood out against his other features.

"Hmmm," the man mused, "You should be about 15 right?"

I stared at him, unable to react.

He grinned wickedly, "Whatever." He suddenly came closer, with that smile on his face, "While we still have time, let's have fun."

I opened my mouth, "What do you-"

He immediately took captive of my mouth, gently putting his lips against mine.

I gaped at him, trying to push the male away, "Mmfp!" I flailed wildly, using all my strength.

He pulled away, and in that split second he had made me change position. He trapped my legs together in between his own and captured my wrists with one hand above my head, immobilizing me.

I struggled, "Let me go!" I growled at him.

He just grinned, "But we're having so much fun!" he exclaimed, and put his lips to mine again. This time, he pushed his tongue in between my lips and explored my mouth. It was wet. His tongue was hot and thick against my own, his tongue gliding over my teeth and going over every crevice in my mouth. It tasted like a vanilla milkshake.

An unknown pressure welled up within me and I felt my body temperature start to rise, matching the room's warm temperature.

I found it hard to breathe, my eyes growing dull with the indescribable feeling.

The man pulled away with a satisfied smirk. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, with his hot breath against my ear, "You're a natural, even at this age." He uttered with a tone of voice that made my senses go crazy.

I looked up at him, my eyes dazed and cloudy, "Y-you…" I whispered out of my sore lips.

He just grinned, "I'm glad to have been your first kiss, now that I know how it went."

I gave him the best confused look I could give him in my daze, "Huh?"

Before he could answer…

...the pink smoke sent me back to my apartment, leaving me with suspicious tissues in my trash can.

So yeah…

I think I'm gay… just a little bit.

I need to go collect my thoughts...in a cold cold shower.

P.S. BURN THE TRASH

P.P.S. What did that man mean by first kiss and knowing how it went?

P.P.P.S. ...how is that man such a good kisser?