A/N: Due to the things that happen during this chapter, L'Effet Du Papillon is now M-Rated, for reasons that you can probably guess why. XD These things were a pain in the ass to write, because I've never written about 'em until now. Perhaps it's not as graphic as some of you would like, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. n_n (It's gonna get depressing after this... T_T)
I Don't Want To Say Goodbye
October 3rd, 2009
Naganaki Shrine
"Damn," cursed the girl as she hurried down the sidewalk that connected Iwatodai Station with the shrine, book bag bashing against her hip. "Can't believe Hidetoshi! Today isn't even a council day and he thinks it's okay to bug me about my attendance! I thought Mitsuru-senpai was supposed to sort that out, anyway," she frowned, swerving to avoid an elderly couple who were waiting to cross the road.
What was the time? Shinjiro had said to meet at six, and it had been about five thirty when she had finally managed to get the overzealous school council member off her case. Masuyo had neglected to check the time at the station in her haste, but knew that she was running late. The girl hoped that the time she had spent during class psyching herself up for their meeting rather than listening to her teacher's lecture would not go to waste as she darted around the corner, all but tripping over the first few steps that led to the shrine.
Masuyo's heart was pounding at an alarming rate as she approached their usual spot, anxiety swelling within her stomach and causing her throat to become dry. She understood that Shinjiro often had a busy schedule, and had most likely given her a time to meet him because he had other business to take care of that night, but was praying to every single holy deity (whether she believed in them or not) that he would be sitting on the wall, smoking a cigarette.
"You're late."
There he was, one leg crossed over the other, a hand in his pocket and the other clutching a cigarette. Without hesitation, Masuyo walked over to him, bowing deeply.
"I'm so sorry Shinjiro-senpai! There was an incident at school, and--"
"Does it really matter? You got here before I finished my smoke, so you don't need to go all... That on me," he frowned, tapping the white stick against the stone wall in order to remove the ash that had accumulated at the glowing, orange tip.
"Mmm... I was worried you thought I wouldn't come," Masuyo smiled nervously, straightening and sitting down beside him.
"Tch, I've come to realise some things over these past few months. One of 'em being that you don't let people down," he shrugged. "And I'm glad you came alone. This is probably the last time we'll talk like this."
"Yeah," The girl sighed ruefully, reaching for her bag and retrieving the melon bread that she had purchased from the school foyer shortly before Hidetoshi collared her. "So let's not waste any time by sitting in silence!"
"Weirdo," Shinjiro scoffed in amusement, disposing of his cigarette. "You gonna share that? Usually I don't go for the shit they sell at school, but today's different."
"C'mon Senpai, this little bit of bread isn't even enough to sustain a sparrow!" Protested Masuyo as he made a grab for the snack. "Fine, fine, you win," she grinned, tearing the bread in half and handing him a piece. "Hmmm... Then I guess this is like a Last Supper for us."
Shinjiro couldn't help but frown at the irony of her statement. There was no way that this was like Jesus sitting to eat with the disciples, aside from the fact that both he and the Son of God knew that they weren't going to be around for much longer after. The bread in his mouth suddenly tasted very sour, but he continued to pick at his share until the doughy snack was no more.
"H-hey, Hayami?" He began, clearing his throat after the stutter.
"Yeah?"
"Does it frighten you? The moon I mean. It's up there right now, staring down at us as if it knows what's gonna happen tomorrow." Shinjiro pointed to the pale, almost spherical presence suspended in the sky.
"At first, yeah," Masuyo nodded, wondering if he was aware of the double-entendre carried within his words. "But the more I looked at it, the more I came to understand it, and it didn't seem so scary."
Do people know their own Arcana, or am I the only one who can read them? She mused in the brief silence that followed. If he is aware of it, then...
"I see. I've always hated the moon. I never got why it has to change every single night, but the stars always remain the same."
"But..." She chewed her lower lip, choosing her words carefully before continuing. "If it stayed the same, it would be boring. Plus, there's only one moon where we are, and a billion stars."
"God, listen to us," he snorted. "Getting all philosophical over a lump of rock."
Whether it was her nerves or the sheer spontaneity of his remark, Masuyo didn't know, but the girl found it a lot more amusing than what Shinjiro had probably intended it to be - it was a good thing that she had finished eating her bread, or else she would have choked.
"It wasn't that funny," the man mumbled once he saw that she had sobered.
"Sorry," Masuyo grinned sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You don't need to apologise," he frowned. "It suits you, when you're happy. That's why when we say goodbye... I don't want you crying or anything. Ha, listen to me. I sound like a total sap."
"No, you don't," she smiled tenderly, reaching out and patting his arm.
"..." Shinjiro glanced away, staring at the ground. "Listen Hayami. There's something I want you to do when I'm gone..."
"Yeah?" Masuyo pursed her lips, a little perplexed.
"You've gotta do this, no matter how selfish it is of me to say it, but..." He released a heavy sigh. "I want you to forgive everything else. You don't have to forgive me, but you've gotta promise you'll do as I say."
She was still very confused by the male's words, yet Masuyo nodded her head in agreement.
"You'll understand later, believe me," he grimaced, rummaging in his pockets habitually before groaning. "Damn, forgot I'm still missing that old thing..."
"Your watch?"
"Yeah... Maybe it's more of a deal than I made out... See, someone important gave it to me and..."
"You mean this?" The girl smiled, reaching for her bag and pulling out a small plastic pouch. "I was at the police station with Fuuka yesterday, and Officer Kurosawa asked if I knew anyone who'd lost a watch."
Shinjiro's eyes widened as she handed him the item. "Seriously?" He asked, chuffed with having been reunited with his most precious possession. "Damn Hayami, I dunno what to say..."
"Nothing. After all, it was only by coincidence that I came across it. Kurosawa-san could've kept his mouth shut, but he didn't. He wouldn't say who found it though."
"I s-see," the man all but tore the bag open, immediately.
"Can I ask who it was? The person who gave you that watch?" She asked. "You don't have to say if you don't want to."
"It weren't my folks, if that's what you mean," his brow furrowed, "I got it when I was at the orphanage. I met these two kids there - they were brother and sister - and we became friends. The two of 'em used all their allowances saving up for a birthday present for me and well... This was it," he smiled, holding up the watch. "Damn, those were the days..."
"You miss them?"
"You could say that," he nodded, clenching the pocket watch tightly in his fist before returning it to its rightful place. "But it's pretty hard to miss someone when he lives in the room next to yours."
"Wait a second, Akihiko-senpai doesn't have a sister," Masuyo frowned.
"Ah. Guess he hasn't told you then," said Shinjiro. "S'not my place to explain. You'll have to ask him about it."
"Right..."
"Hmph, no need to get all mopey. I wanna see you smiling, remember? Which is why I..." He paused momentarily, searching for the gift that he had purchased for her the week before. "S'why I got you this." Shinjiro shoved a neatly-wrapped parcel into her lap, his anticipation too much for his face to mask. "Open it then," he nudged her gently. Masuyo carefully ripped the paper open, her face lighting up upon spying a flash of silver.
"Senpai... This is..." She gasped, too stunned to formulate a proper sentence.
"Now you won't have an excuse for being late," he teased. "You like it?"
"Yeah!" Masuyo grinned up at him, immediately fastening the strap about her wrist and admiring the gift. "It's so pretty! I won't ever take it off!"
"Idiot, it's not waterproof," he scoffed. "I know you wanted a picture, but I wanted you to have something nicer to look at than my stupid face."
You're the idiot, Senpai, she smiled, as everything around her suddenly froze. Masuyo was not alarmed, for she had experienced this with Rio and the couple at the bookstore; she knew what was coming.
"Thou art I... And I am thou... The bond thou hast nurtured hath finally matured. The innermost power of the Moon Arcana hath been set free. We bestow upon thee the ability to create Sandalphon, the ultimate form of the Moon Arcana."
Better now than never, the girl thought to herself, taking a deep breath.
"Hey Hayami? You spacin' out on me again?"
"Wha?" She exclaimed, not realising that the flow of time had returned to normal. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine Senpai."
"You oughta get back soon. The others will be getting worried."
"I will, but there's something I need to tell you first."
"... Sorry, I can't hang around. I've got somewhere else I need to be," Shinjiro explained.
"But it's important." Protested Masuyo.
"So's this. Listen Hayami... I've gotta go."
"You weren't in a rush just now," she pointed out with a frown. "So why, all of a sudden?"
"I'm not feeling so good," the man lied, getting to his feet. "I..." Shinjiro sighed frustratedly. "Hayami... This isn't how I wanted to say goodbye, but I can't stay here any longer with you. It's just... Ah... Forget it. It's best if I just leave now. Thanks for finding my watch. I hope... I hope the mission goes well tomorrow."
Wordlessly, the shaggy haired man stalked off, leaving a dumbstruck and appalled Masuyo to stare after him.
"That's all you can say!?" She hollered, the shout echoing around the shrine only to be drowned out by the distant hum of rush hour traffic. "Dammit Senpai, stop doing this to me... You say that you want to see me smile, but you keep making me want to cry... Bastard," she sniffed, staring at her wrist.
Floor 1, Lounge
Shinjiro was surprised to find the place completely deserted upon his return, but soon came across the pile of notes explaining why his friends were absent as he sat down in his preferred armchair.
Doing some extra training for tomorrow. Back later. - Akihiko
Gone to see Chidori! Leave me some grub for when I get back, okay? - Junpei
Ken-kun looked like he needed cheering up, so we've taken him to the mall. Aigis and Koro-chan are with us too. Don't worry, we'll be home before it gets too late! - Yukari & Fuuka
I am required elsewhere tonight. If you so much as go near Tartarus before I return, you will all be executed. Take care. - Mitsuru
He had to snort at the last one before scrunching it up with his hands and tossing it on the floor.
"This is how I'm gonna spend my last night, huh?" Shinjiro asked, looking up at the ceiling. "Tch. I better get out of here before Hayami turns up. No doubt I pissed her off..." He draped one hand across his face, closing his eyes and sighing. "I can't go and leave her behind. It's better this way, with her thinking that I don't care..."
Hearing the sound of a key being inserted into the lock, he slyly opened one eye to see which SEES member would return from their trip first (this way he could pretend to be asleep if it was someone irritating, like Iori). The door slowly opened, but the person it revealed remained silent as she caught sight of the man.
Masuyo closed the front door behind her, removed her shoes and then walked over to the dining area, depositing her bag on a stool and frowning at the lack of students present. Where was everybody?
"They're uh, they're all out," Shinjiro mumbled gruffly, allowing his arm to assume a more natural position.
"I see," she nodded. "How're you feeling?"
"A bit better."
"That's good. I was worried."
"Sorry," he got up, shuffling over to where she stood. "I didn't mean to run off like that."
"It was a bit stupid of you to come back here."
"Yeah," he chuckled hollowly, scratching the back of his neck. "I've been acting like a dick lately, haven't I?"
Staring at him, Masuyo could feel her icy facade beginning to thaw. Her expression softened, and despite the obvious falsity in his laugh, she found herself smiling back.
We've got an unbreakable bond... No matter how much of an asshole he is, I can't help but feel that when I look at him. I want to be with him one last time... Then I'll let this go.
"Do you mind if I stay down here, with you? I'm bored of studying in my room every night."
Shinjiro frowned. "Wouldn't it be better if you waited for someone else to get home? Watch some TV or something."
"Nice try," she smiled. "We both know you can't get rid of me that easily."
"That look ain't gonna work Hayami. There's nothing I can do for you anymore. 'Sides," he sighed. "You've already spent enough time with me. I dunno why, but... Nah, you've got better things to do. Go study, else Mitsuru'll be on your case when you fail your exams."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Senpai," Masuyo snorted.
"I'm telling you, leave me alone."
"I don't want to!"
"Why? Why can't you get it into your head that I wanna be left alone?"
"Don't you get it Senpai? The reason why I'm always hanging around you... Why I won't stop bugging you - why I just can't bring myself to walk away from you right now, it's..." She clenched her fists, ensuring that she made direct eye contact with him as she spoke. "It's because I love you."
"... What?" Shinjiro was incredulous.
"You heard me," the red-faced Masuyo bit her lower lip. "I love you, Senpai. More than anything."
"No Hayami, you can't... Don't... Don't joke around with me like that!"
"I'm not joking!" She cried. "You think I'd say it for kicks?"
"But you... And me..." He shook his head. "It can't..."
"If you don't believe me, we can go up to my room right now," nodded the girl, spurred on by the desire to prove him wrong. "I'll show you."
"N-no, no way!" Shinjiro spluttered. "Idiot! You can't just go inviting guys to your room like that! What if people got the wrong idea about you?"
"I don't really care to be honest," Masuyo folded her arms across her chest. "Fine... We'll go to your room.
"Idiot! You're such an idiot, Hayami!" He exploded, his own face a very vivid shade of red that Masuyo had never seen before. "You can't barge your way into a guy's room and expect to..." He trailed off. "A-and it ain't as if I'm someone like Aki or that blonde guy! I... You do know that, right?"
"I... I only want you..." She mumbled, never once breaking eye contact. "I wanna go to your room, with you."
"You can't. I won't let it happen. There're better guys out there than me. Just... Go take a cold shower, and forget about this."
"No matter what you say Senpai, it won't change the fact that I love you!"
"Are you an idiot?" He asked exasperatedly.
"Perhaps," she exhaled loudly. "But I can't help it, how I feel..."
"... Fine..." Shinjiro relented, taking her by the hand. "We'll go to my room. Maybe then you'll realise..."
Floor 2, Shinjiro's Room
Masuyo's heart was racing at an insane rate, her mind was reeling from the fact that she had not only confessed to Shinjiro, but propositioned him too. As he had stomped up the stairs, all but dragging her with him, the man hadn't uttered a single word. At last, as they stood before his room and she waited for him to unlock it, he swung the door open and ushered her in.
"See? Do you really want to... In here?" He asked, flicking the light on to reveal his personal living space - aside from essential furniture, it was bare. "This isn't the right place for someone like you... So, are you happy now? Tch," Shinjiro tutted at her silence. "You were so adamant a moment ago."
"I haven't changed my mind, if that's what you mean. What?" She raised her eyebrows as he shook his head in disagreement. "You think my feelings've disappeared because you haven't got a few posters on your wall? You're the idiot... Senpai..."
"Yeah, maybe I am," he frowned, closing the door behind him and turning the knob to lock it. "Maybe we both are."
"What do you mean?" She asked, as his hand moved over the light switch. With a simple movement of his hand, everything went dark save for the pool of moonlight trailing from the window. "Shinjiro-senpai!"
"Shut up Hayami," he muttered, coming to stand behind her and draping his arms about her waist. She could feel his body pressing against hers as the scent of stale tobacco caressed her senses. It was like before, when they were in Tartarus together, but this time he wasn't restraining her.
A burning desire to feel more of his warmth coursed through her, but Masuyo remained still. She sensed the weight of his chin resting upon her shoulder, and the tickle of his breath in her ear.
"What am I gonna do?" Shinjiro asked her softly. "Fine... I give up... No matter where I am or what I do... You're always in my head... The first and last thing I think about each day... Shit, what am I sayin'?" He straightened, arms dropping limply to his sides. "It wasn't supposed to end up like this... Tch... You're smart enough to get the picture..." Came his mumble. "Look, you should leave. Or else... Else there's no going back."
"I'm not going back..." She shook her head. "After all this, there's no way that I want to..."
"Heh..." He smiled weakly. "I shouldn't have expected any other answer. Gimme a minute. It's not like I've got anything lying around in here, y'know?"
"Okay," Masuyo nodded. "I'll wait."
As he promptly exited the room and headed downstairs, the girl allowed herself to revel in the euphoria that had swelled within her upon hearing that he reciprocated her feelings (albeit not in the same way as she had confessed to him, but it was a confession all the same). Then, she began to panic. Where should she be when he returned? In the same place she was, or on the bed? If she sat on the bed, would it make her look too keen? Then there was the matter of her appearance- Masuyo was still wearing her uniform, hardly the most alluring of outfits. What if she removed her jacket and deliberately un-did a few of the buttons on her shirt? The girl wasn't as well-endowed in that department as some, but maybe Shinjiro would appreciate a little flash of...
"Back," he announced, once again locking the door so they wouldn't be disturbed.
"Y-you were fast," Masuyo blushed, now grateful for the absence of light in the room.
"Y-yeah?" Shinjiro stuttered, placing the square wrapper on his bedside table and approaching the girl. "I know I said before... This is your last chance now. If you don't want to leave then..." He smiled to himself, taking her in his arms and holding her tightly.
"No... I want this... You," she nodded up at him.
"You sure? I'm warning you... I won't stop..." Shinjiro's smile widened, eyes glinting hungrily in the moonlight. Masuyo responded by going up on tip-toes and pressing her lips against his. He deepened the kiss, breaking away only to guide her over to the bed and sit her down on his lap. Their mouths met once again, Masuyo's arms draped over Shinjiro's shoulders as the kiss became more intense, more passionate. It was obvious that he was more experienced than she, as the male was the first to gently insert his tongue inside his lover's mouth. Tentatively to begin with, Masuyo reciprocated, and soon they began a battle for dominance amidst their hunger for one another. Shinjiro pulled away, reminding her to breathe before resuming his show of affection.
Masuyo felt something tugging at the bottom of her jacket and paused, only for him to grunt at her.
"Stupid uniform..." He mumbled, pursuing her lips until he was touching them with his again. Masuyo removed her arms from around his shoulders, pulling at the red ribbon tied in a bow about her neck and discarding the material. Then, she unbuttoned the fabric which stretched across the area just beneath her clavicle and Shinjiro helped her pull the black garment off over her head before tossing it onto the floor.
Breathlessly, she allowed him to slowly slide one hand up her shirt, wriggling a little as his sleeve trailed against the bare skin of her stomach. Shinjiro opened his eyes, making contact with hers as if to ask if it was okay for him to go on and she nodded, her body all but melting from his touch. His other hand began working at the bottom of her top, deftly undoing each button in turn until he was able to remove it completely.
"Hey, no fair," pouted Masuyo, "I'm half-naked, and you're still wearing all your clothes."
"You're not half-naked yet Hayami," he smirked, mouth clamping on to the crook of her neck and gently sucking her skin, allowing her to relieve him of his coat. Once the large, heavy article was off him, he gently coaxed her down onto the bed, hands and legs either side of hers, and moving his lips to her lower clavicle. Masuyo was a little unsure as to what to do beneath him, and settled for attacking his black turtleneck - after all, it was only fair that he went shirtless too.
Shinjiro chuckled to himself as she tugged the fabric off him, revealing a fairly toned physique. There was a casualty in her struggle, the male's hat getting caught up in the elasticated neck of the sweater, but neither Shinjiro nor Masuyo cared. This time when Shinjiro dove down to kiss the girl her instinct intervened and she wrapped her arms about his neck, pulling him on top of her in order to satiate her desire to feel his bare skin against hers. Both were somewhat clammy from their exertion but it was yet another trivial thing as they made out on the bed.
Unable to fight his urges any longer, the man lifted her gently in order to commence his own battle with the notorious bra strap, taking a minute or so to unclasp the damned garment between kisses and frustrated groans. Within seconds of it being off, Shinjiro haphazardly hurled it to the end of the bed and began caressing the newly exposed flesh with his hands. Masuyo squirmed as he fondled her, releasing soft groans as her body responded to the stimulation, filling her with a burning pleasure that urged her to go on. Placing one hand over his, she guided him down her body to the waistband of her skirt, nodding to indicate that she was prepared to go further. He felt for the zipper in the darkness, almost catching her skin as he yanked it down, sliding the garment off her body.
She was grateful for the absence of light, for her face was bright red with the realisation that she was nearly nude in front of him. Shinjiro didn't care either way; he began trailing kisses down her body, fiddling with his belt buckle in the mean while. Soon, it joined the rest of their discarded clothes and his brown pants swiftly followed. Now, they were even.
Coming back to her lips, Shinjiro pressed his entire body against hers, only two pieces of fabric preventing them from becoming one. Masuyo kissed him lovingly, every part of her throbbing with mingled pleasure and anticipation - she demonstrated this by wrapping her legs about his lower half and pushing herself up against him as best as she could on the bed.
He chuckled as their mouths separated, reaching over to the table beside them and taking the wrapper in his hand.
"I'll put this on, yeah? Whilst I'm..." He mumbled, carefully tearing it open and removing the latex from the packaging. "You mind lettin' go for a second? I can't uh, get down there with you attached to my waist. S'hot, but..." He swooped down and kissed her, which convinced the girl to reluctantly release him, the burning sensation within her diminishing somewhat. Masuyo sat up to see that he had his back turned away from her and grinned to herself.
"C'mon Senpai, I feel like I'm turning into a fossil here," she teased, eyes surreptitiously scanning every inch of his form that she could make out in the poorly-lit room.
"You sure you're a virgin, Hayami?" He scoffed with a grin. "Only a nympho would say something like that."
"I'm not a nympho!" She leaned forward and slapped him gently before shuffling across the bed to kneel behind her beloved and engage him in another passionate kiss. "I just..."
"Well shut up then," he muttered as he twisted round, using his now free hands to grab her by the wrists and pin her back down upon the mattress. Masuyo swallowed hard, feeling a little anxiety bubble within her in tandem with the pleasure that had flared up again. She felt something hard brush against her lower half and then rest against her inner thigh as he removed one hand and began to strip her of her final garment.
Despite the hormones racing around their bodies and intensifying their thirsts for one another, both were silent as Shinjiro moved over her, allowing the girl to wrap her arms about him once more. His half-lidded gaze bore into her as he descended, watching her reaction as she felt his warmth inside her for the first time. Of course, he went as slowly as his body would let him, fighting the want to begin thrusting like a madman with extreme difficulty. Once this initial part was over and she was comfortable... Well, he would prove to her that he definitely wasn't a gentleman.
"Shinjiro-sen..." She gasped, scrunching her eyes shut as both pain and pleasure swamped the lower half of her body, beginning to relax as the latter drowned out the former in a matter of seconds. He merely groaned in response, pushing deeper until he felt her fingernails digging into his back, telling him that she couldn't take much more of him.
"Senpai..." Masuyo's lower lip trembled as she found herself arching her back, pressing her entire form against his and coiling her legs about his waist.
"If you're gonna say my name, say it properly... Masuyo," he mumbled, nuzzling her neck.
"Shin... Shinjiro..." She whispered, the name feeling alien without its honorific.
"S'right," he kissed her tenderly, slowly beginning to pull out of her.
"N-no!"
"Idiot, I ain't going away," he sighed, pushing forward with a little more force than before to prove his point, a low grunt escaping from his lips. Shinjiro said no more as he began to work faster, Masuyo catching on and awkwardly bumping her hips against his.
At first, she was reluctant to vocalise her rapture, emitting soft mewls and whimpers as they made love. However, upon realising that the more she let herself go, the more Shinjiro would lose himself and the blissful intoxication would become greater and greater for the both of them. Even the stoic, usually apathetic male was no longer able to suppress his pleasure, moaning and panting with her. It was very convenient that their friends were out, for the bed was also making loud noises beneath them - the squeaking and groaning would have driven them mad if they hadn't been occupied otherwise.
Their hot and steamy bubble was soon shattered by the front door being slammed open so hard that it was a wonder that it didn't fall off its hinges. Masuyo froze, still clinging to Shinjiro as he slowed a stop and carefully removed himself from inside her.
"Who the hell's that?" He growled in frustration.
"If we're quiet, they won't disturb us," an equally irked, but slightly more alarmed Masuyo breathed. "Oh shit... I left my bag on the chair..."
"The door's locked, so no-one should barge in and find us like this," Shinjiro frowned. "Maybe you should go."
"No... I'm not leaving you," she shook her head. "Not when we've got the rest of the night..."
"At least let go of me," his lips twisted into a frown. "You're gonna ache even more if you stay like that."
He gently eased her into a more comfortable position, the girl reluctantly allowing herself to be left on the bed as he got to his feet, grabbed his boxer shorts and moved to the door, pressing an ear against the wood.
"Whoever it is, they're on this floor," he mumbled lowly as her heard footsteps marching along the hall. "Sounds like Iori, but it could be Amada, meaning the other girls are back too. Tch," Shinjiro tutted, stepping inside his shorts and pulling them up over his bare backside. He located Masuyo's panties and tossed them over to her. "Put those on for now."
"S-sure," she nodded, wincing as she heard the sound of brass and percussion explode from the room opposite. "That's definitely Junpei. Damn, could he have that any louder?"
As if he had heard her complain, the volume of the music decreased somewhat. However, that did not prepare them for the noise that ensued.
"I'm not a princess!" Came the boy's wail. "Not a cutie girlfriend, oh no, don't you know?"
He started to rap, which was the last straw for Masuyo. The girl had to grab one of Shinjiro's pillows and smother her mouth with the object to prevent her laughter from pealing out and disclosing their location. Shinjiro merely stared at the door in horror.
"Shit, I can't listen to this," he frowned, as Junpei began 'singing' the chorus. "I'll be two minutes," the male informed her, collecting his trousers and slipping them on. As the door closed, Masuyo was giggling so hard that she almost fell off the bed; when she put out her hand to stop herself from doing so, her fingers brushed against the empty condom wrapper.
"Haaah..." She sighed deeply after steadying herself, able to sober once the music stopped and Shinjiro's shouts started. "I can't believe that we... I don't feel like a woman, though."
"Just keep it down Iori! Some of us are tryin' to sleep!" Shinjiro hollered from outside, the girl smirking at the lie. If only he knew... Then again, it was probably a good thing that he didn't.
"Aww c'mon, it's only nine-forty-five!"
"I don't give a shit!"
"How was I supposed to know that you were sleeping anyway? It's not as if there's a sign on your door saying 'I'm asleep, don't play music or I'll bite your head off!' Anyways, where's Masu-chan? In her room?"
"Whaddya want with Hayami?" Shinjiro snapped.
"Nothin', I just noticed that her bag was downstairs but she wasn't. Hey Senpai, how come you're not wearing your hat?"
"Because I'm sleeping, dumbass," he rolled his eyes. "At least I was."
"Right, right!" Junpei grinned.
"You can put the music back on, but if you sing again, I'll access the computer in the control room and make copies of tonight's recordings..." Shinjiro leant against the aperture, staring absentmindedly at the wall. "Oh shit..." He hissed inwardly, realising that it wasn't just Junpei's room that was filmed.
"What's the matter, Senpai?" The other male frowned.
"Tch, nothing," he mumbled, quickly deserting Junpei and slouching off in the direction of the stairs.
"Hey, where're you goin'? Your room's that way!" The younger of the two boys shouted after him, but his words fell on deaf ears.
It became worse when Shinjiro reached the first floor, for Yukari, Fuuka, Aigis, Koromaru and Ken had all returned from their shopping trip and were huddled in the lounge area.
"No boy, I haven't got anything for you," he whispered to the dog, shooing him away with a hand. "Don't tell anyone that I'm here, else..."
"Where did Koro-chan go?"
"Oh for fuck's sake..." Shinjiro wanted to smack his head against the wall as Aigis came into view. No longer caring about stealth, he threw himself against the door of the boy's bathroom and dove to safety.
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"Sorry I took so long," Shinjiro muttered, locking the door and flicking the light switch on. "The others are back."
"They are?" Asked Masuyo, who had gotten a little chilly and partially redressed herself. "Damn... I wanted to stay a little longer..."
"Hey. That ain't an excuse for you to get out of this. I didn't bust my ass getting more rubbers for nothing," he smirked, holding up a handful of different coloured wrappers.
"O-oh," she blushed. "Wow, that's a lot..."
"Just because the others are home doesn't mean that we can't screw each other. Sorry, that came out wrong..." He grimaced. "What I meant was... Just 'cause they're here, doesn't mean we can't be together. You've just gotta keep quiet, and if it means we have to do it on the floor because the bed's noisy, then..." Shinjiro stared straight at her, smirking. "Why'd you get dressed anyway?"
"Because I was cold," she nodded, feeling a little self-conscious as he continued to scan her with his eyes.
"Tch. Come here, I'll warm you up." He placed the condoms on the table and wandered over to the bed, sitting beside her and taking her into his arms. "You'll need to lose that though," he tugged at her shirt.
"You're a pervert," she grinned playfully, becoming a little more relaxed as he began exploring her torso with his hands. "N-no, not there!"
"Why not? I already touched 'em before."
"I don't want you to get too carried away because, um... I... Maybe... Could we try something else?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno," she pursed her lips, glancing down to his crotch. "Perhaps I could try to give you something... Take advantage of Junpei's music whilst we still can..."
"Hmph. So my mouth ain't good enough, is that it? I'm teasing, dumbass," he smiled affectionately, leaning forward and giving her a peck on the forehead. "Fine, do whatever you want with me... You're the only one I'd wanna be like this with anyway..."
He let her slip down to the floor and kneel before him, spreading his legs to allow her to shuffle between them. Masuyo undid the button of his trousers and pulled the zipper down, slowly peeling the garment off her lover's body. The bulge in his boxer shorts was unmistakable, she met his eyes for a second before removing those too.
There it was, the swollen organ that had penetrated her and given her so much pleasure. The girl gingerly took it in one hand, the other resting on his inner thigh as she placed her mouth at the tip and began to suck. Shinjiro groaned, Masuyo felt him stiffen a little as she caressed his sensitive spot with her lips.
"Damn..." He sighed. "That's it..." Shinjiro's hands met at the back of her head, gently pushing her down to show her that he wanted her to take more of him inside her mouth. Encouraged by this and his grunts, Masuyo began to stroke him with her tongue. She continued, with the man's breathing becoming heavier and heavier as he neared his zenith. He felt the pleasure inside him throbbing in time to Junpei's music, the guitar solo growing wilder and more frenzied as the climax began.
"Masuyo... I'm..." He groaned loudly, feeling his hot load shoot out of him and into her mouth. The girl pulled away, coughing as the sticky substance threatened to go down her throat the wrong way. Shinjiro flopped back on the bed, closing his eyes. "Sorry..." He mumbled. "You okay?"
"Mmm," she blinked, her eyes watering as she wiped her mouth. "I'm fine. Next time, warn me when you're gonna do that." Getting to her feet, she clambered onto the bed and straddled his stomach. "Aw c'mon Shinjiro. I thought you said you wouldn't stop?"
"And I thought you said you weren't a nympho," he placed his hands at the base of her back, slipping his hands inside her panties and squeezing her behind. "Gimme a moment to recover."
"Fine," she pouted, leaning forward so that she was lying on top of him and nuzzling his neck, intoxicating herself with the scent of tobacco. She could feel his heart beat pounding against her own, and it brought her great comfort. "I wish we could be like this forever."
"Mmm..." Came his grunt, as he wrapped an arm around her, the other moving to rest on her left hip. "It ain't that simple though. For now... Let's just spend this last night together. I swear Masuyo, I won't stop, and you won't find anyone else in this world who is gonna be able to make you feel like I am."
October 4th, 2009 - Morning
Floor 2, Shinjiro's Room
A hazy, autumnal light wafted in through the window, tickling the faces of the two forms spooned beneath a duvet on the floor. The smaller of the two was the first to awaken, rolling onto her other side and gently stroking her partner's cheek. His nose wrinkled as she touched his skin and she smiled sadly to herself. She wanted to wake him in the hopes that he would hold her again, but knew that the longer she allowed him to sleep, the more time she would have with him before he disappeared.
"Now I know why you were reluctant," whispered Masuyo, closing her eyes and kissing him tenderly. "I'm sorry for being so selfish... I love you."
It wasn't long until Shinjiro began to stir, his brown eyes fluttering open and gazing lazily down at the figure that was pressed against his chest.
"Mornin'," he yawned. "Didn't think you'd still be here when I woke up."
"It's Sunday today, I don't have school," she explained, running a hand through her loose brown locks. "Besides, you looked so serene that I didn't want to disturb you."
"Tch, I haven't been for so long I kinda forgot. And serene? Me? Bull." He scoffed.
"Did you sleep well?" She chuckled
"Hmm, not really. Some girl kept me up half the night."
"That's too bad," Masuyo frowned jokingly. "Then that must mean that you're far too tired to..."
"We better not..." Shinjiro grabbed her wandering hand beneath the blanket before she had the opportunity to arouse him through his boxers. "I mean... S'not fair on either of us if we do anything else."
"But..."
"No buts," he kissed her affectionately. "Even if today was different... We haven't got any condoms left, and I ain't ready for kids. Neither are you," he tapped her nose.
"What about when we're older?" Asked Masuyo with a dreamy smile on her face. "Maybe... You could come back and we could..."
"No, don't wait around for me," he said grimly. "You're better off that way. Find someone who can make you happy. Have kids with him." You don't want a monster like me as a father, he added silently. "Shit, don't cry."
"I'm not," she shook her head adamantly, but the male was still able to wipe away a few rebellious droplets. "It just... It hurts, Shinjiro..."
"Masuyo... I know... I ain't ready to say good bye either," he said sadly. "Maybe... Maybe it'd be better if I don't say anything at all."
Moving so that he was on all fours above her, he leaned down in order for his mouth to connect with hers. Their tongues entwined, hands explored, and material made way for bare flesh as they became one on the floor for a final time. As they collapsed breathlessly in each other's arms, euphoric pleasure tingling within their bodies, nothing could be heard but the synchronised ticking of two watches.
