~Pug's love and the Deep end~
Lungs burning—breathe labored and body dodging citizens walking along the chain of sea-side restaurants.
Nobody stared at the swimmer since there were runners at the side frequently—but to him this is new—he never ran this far or long.
He looked over to the blazing water sparkling like diamonds, and the long bridge connecting the two islands—he wanted to jump into the mass of liquid and swim but he doesn't—Haru's mind is all over the place.
Today he ran five-times the distance he normally would—why? He is usually trying to prevent working too hard and attempting to keep energy. It's simple—one word could tell the whole story of the Olympians frustrations—Kou.
He stopped at the end of the side-walk—panting and leaning over his knee's with his eyes on the ground—exhausted, not from the run—oh no, his body could handle it—but from last night.
After hearing the models story something inside him clicked again—it wasn't like last time—it was more intense and different from his previous addictions. It was a feel he never felt before—he couldn't understand it, and that pissed him off.
He had walked her to her door after a while of residing at the park—he didn't think it would lead anyway when she said: good-bye inside the frame of her apartment door—but it did. She had called out for him as he went to leave.
At first it was a simple kiss, but, quickly he was grasping her body tightly against himself and closing the door behind him. Within seconds he was stripping her body while pressing her psyche against a wall—it didn't help when she moaned so ravishingly—it drove him nuts—and drove him to become something new—something he didn't know was inside him.
All the swimmer could clearing recall after their rough and rather hot foreplay, was entering her warm-cave and kissing the model passionately—he's never done that before—kiss a woman passionately and full-heartedly—usually he refrained from kissing them at all, but with her…he wanted to kiss every inch of her form—it frightens him.
Biting his bottom lip roughly he groaned—thinking about the tender kisses he scatter over her body and down her bare-arms—observing her scars and kissing each softly as if removing them—last night it wasn't just sex—it was more than that—way more!
"What is wrong with me?!" he thought before swatting an abandoned water-bottle to the ground—the top popped and flew through the crowd of people—instantly wanking a waiter in the head.
"Ouch!" the swimmer grunted for his doing—he didn't feel like talking to people but he knew it was only right to see if the man was okay.
When a tray fall to the ground the Olympian rushed over to the waiter. "A—Are you alright?" Haru asked as he bent down to help the man clean-up the glass.
"I'm fine, just got distracted by something that hit me"—the voice made the swimmer tense and stare into the silver tray—piling the shards onto the metal he noticed something—the waiters hair: short and blonde.
The bright-blue table clothes waved in the breeze as he blinked—eyes on the person next to him. "Thank you—", the waiter gasped as he looked at the swimmer. "Haru-chan!" the high-pitched and energetic tone was none-other-than Hazuki Nagisa.
"Nagisa" the Olympian muttered as he stared into his old-time friend magenta-eyes that screamed innocent and mischievous—which he is.
Haru stood with the waiter holding a large smile on his lips—the boy he once knew had grown quite a lot—he used to be shorter but now he could easily stand his ground with Haru and Makato. The breast-stroke seemed to tone his arms and chest, which would make female-customers squeal like sirens—but the adorable expression his face always held never went away as he grew.
"So~" Nagisa sang—Haru raised a brow for his tone—he sounded like a teenage-girl waiting for the beans to spill. "I heard you and Gou-chan are dating", the headlines were still ringing with them both on the cover. First it was their date, then the kiss on the beach—now the swing-set and ice-cream—the banshee press were going crazy for the swimmers love-life.
The waiter watched as his friend rubbed the back of his neck thinking—thinking about the girl in question. Are they dating? Perhaps they're friend with benefits?—No, she would never allow that—or would she?
"Come on, Haru-chan" the swimmer sighed as Nagisa nudged him slightly.
"Yeah, two months now—", his answer was cut-short when the blonde squealed happily, nearly theoretically impossible for a man. The Olympian had given him the same story they fed to Makato at the store—just in case Nagisa spoke to Makato and they became the topic of discussion.
"That's great! You and Rin-chan will be brother-in-laws" the Olympian smirked for the comment—Rin would have a field-day if that ever happened.
Haru could see his rival growling over the tabloids and turning a magazine into confetti—how he would love to see the red-headed males expression—it would be a great laugh for both him and Kou—"Stop thinking about her! Dammit!" he hissed thoughtfully.
A sigh came from Haru's lips as he ruffled his sweaty-hair—he couldn't stop thinking about—that damn night and the passion—everything about her repeating in his head. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" his thoughts screamed while wrestling with himself.
While Nagisa went on a babbling-spree about his life now, Haru fought with his thoughts of his partner— trying to put it all together, but enable to do it. Honestly he hated being uncertain of shit—and this was driving him mad.
"I and the guys are getting together tonight", the swimmer perked for the news—completely oblivious to the entire conversation. "Want to join us?"—he couldn't.
"I can't" he bluntly answered—he had a promise—a promise to the vixen on his mind.
Nagisa chuckled child-like: "With Gou-chan?" the swimmer nodded before a voice screamed at the waiter to get back to work—instantly ending the exchange with the two friends. "I will see you around, Haru-chan!" the blonde shouted—Haru really hoped he wouldn't—Nagisa had too much energy for his liking but he loved the boy like brother.
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*Pug*Deep end*
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He tossed and turned on his couch—ready to go out but uncertain whether he should or not—maybe he needed a break from Kou—no, no he didn't!
Sitting-up from the couch he looked at the television screen and noticed the image of him and Kou together—both saying good-bye after being at the park, then the next image was of the two making their way into the apartment.
"People need to get lives and stay the fuck out of mine!" he hissed before shutting off the cliché-reporter and tossing the remote onto the couch—he wondered if she knew about it or if Rin had caught the news yet. If Rin had seen the news, there would war soon—between all three of them: Rin would want to kick-the-shit out of Haru, and Kou would be fighting for her independence.
Thankfully, he wasn't going to be alone.
Haru sighed while looking at his cell-phone—the time read 9:15 PM—he could make it to the gig just in time for Kou's band to perform.
She had invited him to come see her play—apparently there was something big about this gig—either that or he had fucked his way into her heart (not likely).
"Should I go?" he looked at the screen and then to the keys on the coffee-table—contemplating whether to stay or go.
The Olympian growled as he grabbed the keys from the table and rushed to his car.
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*Pug*Deep end*
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Kou gripped the micro-phone as her band played in the background—next to her a man—one that had sang with her before.
She smiled while listening to her co-singers vocals: husky, strong and strained—but still wonderful to listen to. He looked over to the red-head as a hint for her lyric—they were singing a cover of 'Uptown Funk by: Bruno Mars'.
Usually she didn't sing such pop-like songs but tonight was different—she needed to have fun first and enjoy the stage before everything got serious.
In the crowd the swimmer sat in a booth watching the eye-contact of the two—annoyed by the way the male-singer stared at Kou—he didn't like it one-bit—Haru was ready to beat-the-shit out of the unknown male—but why?
A waitress came walking over with her breast showing—asking the swimmer if he wanted a drink—he ignored and kept his boiling eyes on the girl in his mind.
"Someone looks jealous" a voice sang as the person slid into the booth—Haru waved the person away with his eyes on Kou—he wasn't going to give them any attention.
Finally the song ended and the man gave Kou a hug—the swimmer's eyes turned red-slightly as they glared while the man walked off stage.
"Haru-chan" he looked over for the giggling voice and froze for the sudden sight of the three men. "Jealousy is definitely un-becoming of you" Nagisa teased while he looked over to Makato who nervously chuckled in agreement—next to the green-eyes motherly-giant was Rei: still rocking his red-framed glassing, shaggy hair and pink shirt that revealed his sculpted muscles from his past swimming.
The swimmer groaned for the sight—he didn't need this right now. "How have you been Haruka-senpai?" Rei question – Haru looked away from the group and tried to leave the booth but Nagisa pulled him down.
"Fine", the swimmer sighed.
The group stared at the Olympian as he listened to the band in the background playing—he looked over to Nagisa who stared up at Kou on stage—the swimmer listened to the beat until the chorus came on.
"I can't control myself, don't know who I've been
And who is this monster wearing my skin?
A movie in black and white. When will it end?
'Cause every time I scream no one hears me"
Instantly the swimmer looked over to the stage to see Kou singing her heart-out—he knew what she was singing about—he knew the whole story—she was telling her feelings through the music.
Intense.
"It feels like I'm paralyzed,
and I can't
escape from the prison I'm
living in.
I'm naming the voices in my head
They keep on telling me to give in
But it's making me stronger
Fight a little longer
I'm gonna bring me back to life
And I won't be paralyzed"
Kou gripped the mic tighter and hid in her bangs as she thought about the journey she been on—when her eyes locked with Haru she felt confident—she knew he was there for her.
Nagisa blinked when he looked over to the water-loving Olympian—shocked for the smile on his lips—something he rarely saw for anyone, but now it was out. He nudged Makato and pointed to the swimmers lips—Makato perked sharply before elbowing Rei for the sight.
Something was changing within their friend—something that Haru himself didn't know.
Yet—he didn't know that quickly his addiction for Kou was rapidly changing into something stronger—into love.
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Image of the chapter: a sea-side resteraunt with bright-blue table clothes, wooden chairs, a sea in the background and a bridge linking the two islands.
First song: 'Uptown Funk'- Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars (Against the current cover)
Second song: 'Paralyzed'- Against the current
Check them out if you like!