Hello! I'm back! Oh, and by the way Pico means shiney or sparkly, according to Gravitation by Maki Murakami(my god and master), where I got this idea from. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! And being patient without forming hunting parties... Hope you enjoy!
Pico Pico Noriko
Takatsuki Noriko liked the Usami triplets. Her most trusted friend, Kyouhei, was one of them. Maria was sweet to everyone, and Noriko treasured her as a good friend. Ishida was smooth and cool, and very smart. Noriko had kept it a secret from everyone, even Kyouhei. She had a major crush on Usami Ishida. She loved the way his green eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them. She loved his straight, nearly-white hair that hung into his face nearly blocking his pretty eyes. She even loved his perfectly smug grin.
Ishida was into women. He accepted his parents' relationship, but often asked them to avoid kissing each other in front of him. His brother's choice to ignore the women who came near bothered him, but Kyouhei was allowed to do what he wanted to. Ishida had his preferences. Girls he dated, the few he had dated, were shorter than him, because they fit perfectly in his arms.
Usually they had rounded breasts that were larger than normal, because he liked the feeling of them. Girls he dated had to be smart, because he wanted to have an intellectual conversation with the girl he was going to love sometimes. The standards he set were often too high for most girls to even approach him; his level of smarts was beyond normal.
Noriko had, as Kyouhei had so promptly described, a bosom defect. She wasn't flat-chested. No, she had small cups. But puberty hadn't been as kind to her as it had been to other girls. She was curvaceous in her hips, but the slight bust she had faltered her body's appearance. Since her parents didn't have breasts, her genes had been shot from the beginning.
But she was smart. Smart enough to hold an intelligent with Ishida's younger brother, who seemed smarter than Ishida sometimes. Noriko began to accept the fact that she wouldn't get anywhere with Ishida if she was going to use her body. So, she found a way to make him stare. Her clothing.
Usually, she was dressed in her school uniform, which was beyond unflattering. But when she visited the Usami household, to either talk with Kyouhei or bother Maria, she wore the clothes every father would despise; a light colored midriff tank top and short shorts that hugged her hips. No one minded at the Usami house. She would only be appealing to one person. Of course, Ishida saw her as a friend to his younger brother and nothing more.
"I don't see why my dad can't be more like yours," Kyouhei was saying as Noriko came down from her thought cloud.
"Why would you want an old fart father like mine?" Noriko asked.
"Because he would let me wear the clothes you do," Kyouhei replied, "My dad would murder me and dump my body into the river if he saw me wearing those kinds of clothes."
Noriko smirked. "Didn't he do that to your last boyfriend?" she asked. Kyouhei rolled his eyes and glared up at the ceiling. He sighed and tilted his so far back he could've snapped his neck.
"Hey," Noriko caught the boy's attention again, "What kind of girls does Ishida date?" Kyouhei exhaled, and glanced at her. For a moment, Noriko thought he was suspicious and had figured out she had a crush on his older brother. But instead he smiled.
"Ishi doesn't date anyone," Kyouhei said, "But… if he were to suddenly break abstinence; she would be smart, funny, spirited, and something that could give his foul mood a little spark."
Noriko sighed and her shoulders slumped. "Is that all?" she asked. Kyouhei scratched his head.
"It would help if she was dark haired, short…" Noriko watched the grin growing on Kyouhei's face, "His little brother's best friend…" Noriko's face turned bright red. She attempted to punch the slightly older boy as he ran from her.
It was true. Kyouhei had known Noriko liked his brother from the beginning. He had sensed the strange connection between them. Ishida never really acknowledged his feelings until it was too late. So Kyouhei took it upon himself to show his dense older brother just how much he loved Miyagi Noriko.
Later that evening, after Noriko had left, Kyouhei began bothering his brother about the fact that he hadn't had a girlfriend in years. Of course, he did it while the family was enjoying their dinner. "It would be nice, Kyouhei, if your dating circle was as small as Ishida's." Akihiko had stated at one point. Of course, the conversation had turned at that point, and soon their peaceful dinner was turned into a "friendly" father/son fight. The rest of the family carried out their normal supper routine as the two fought.
At her own home, Noriko asked her mother what she had to do to get a boy to pay attention to her. Shinobu, who had snared Miyagi in a full-frontal attack of destiny, had to think about that question. Miyagi then interrupted his thought process by stating that Noriko should just be herself.
Shinobu was pregnant again. It had taken a long time, but he finally conceived and was about ready to burst. On a constant streak of hormones, just about everything his husband did set him off. "Why the hell would that work?" He demanded after Miyagi had spoken. Miyagi glanced up from his meal, a mess of pasta that Shinobu had been craving for awhile. He smiled at the blushing, angry, pregnant boy in front of him.
"It worked for you." the old man stated slowly. Shinobu's face went red, from his nose to his ears. Noriko sighed and picked up her plate. She would finish her meal in her room. When her parents flirted at the dinner table, their entire night would be spent in a passionate swirl of sweet-nothings and hot kisses.
Noriko wouldn't come out of her room until the next morning when it was time for breakfast. Though, she asked for her parents' advice, she rarely got it. But that was okay. Ishida would realize that she was the perfect girl for him… eventually.
Thanks for reading everyone. Sorry I went on vacatin and didn't post anything! (no angry mobs please) Anywho, I'm back wth sunburn and a few good ideas for more chapters. Be gentle with me, I'm fragile.
~Jack
