Chapter 11
APOV:
I stared at the TV, watching a stupid sitcom. I had put the air conditioner on due to Ikuto's fever, to cool him down, but it had gotten too cold so I had to lay a blanket over him instead of just turning off the AC.
I raised the volume on the TV.
"Stop it." Ikuto mumbled.
"Stop what?"
"Stop stacking cases."
"What cases? I was watching TV."
"Stop stacking cello cases."
"Are you asleep?" I said obviously knowing the answer.
"It's the cheeky chezzer in the corner!"
"What?"
"He's smiling at you." Ikuto said in a spooky voice.
"Oh…kay?"
On a commercial break, I ran up the stairs and grabbed a blanket for me. I would've just stole Ikuto's, but that would've been somewhat mean. I ran back downstairs just in time before the intermission finished.
"What is this show even about?" I mumbled to myself.
"It speaks about the cat negatively." He mumbled. I just stared at him. Just then, he smacked the fuck out of a lamp with his hand and made it fall to the floor.
I wonder what kind of fever Ikuto has, I thought to myself. I didn't know where to check, since I didn't know if there was a house computer or a laptop here. I'm sure my dad or step-mom – maybe even Ikuto – has one, but I didn't want to check all over the house. I sighed and continued to watch TV.
"Turn on the lights." Ikuto said. I looked over to him.
"Why?"
"The Mexican hands!" he yelled. I picked up the lamp from the floor and turned it on. "Murderers." Ikuto said in an evil voice, and then burped.
This couldn't be happening to me! My first weekend since I got here, and I have to spend it with a sleep-talking weirdo.
Kukai! Rima! I thought. I could invite them over!
I quickly got off the couch, throwing my blanket on the coffee table, and ran to Ikuto's room.
I looked around his room for a cell phone and found it on a chair that was in there. I checked through the phone book and found Kukai's number. I quickly dialed it, waiting for him to pick up.
"Ikuto?" Kukai said on the other line.
"Hey Kukai. It's me, Amu. From yesterday."
"Oh yeah," he said chuckling. "I remember you. You need anything?"
"Yeah, um, I was hoping you could come over and help me look after Ikuto. He's sick, and being retarded. It's driving me insane!"
"Yeah, sure. I just came back from soccer practice, but I'm going to baby sit Rima in a bit. You mind if I bring her over?"
"Not at all. She can come along."
"Mkay, I'll be there in a bit. I just need to take a shower and stuff. See ya."
"Bye." I muttered, hanging up. I danced around Ikuto's room. "Yay!"
"Thank you guys so much for coming over." I said as Kukai and Rima walked through the door. Kukai was wearing a green undershirt – accentuating his muscles – and loose jeans, while Rima was wearing a blue mini dress with white leggings. I felt a little underdressed looking at both of them.
I wore a white thin sweater that went a little farther than my waist, also wearing leggings, though mine where a solid black. I had the sweater zipped up since I was too lazy to put a shirt under.
Rima stared at me. "You're not mad?"
"For?" I mumbled.
"The Hotori-kun thing…"
I searched through my brain what she was talking about. Oh, that… "No, I guess I'm not mad…at you. I don't really care much though. That's the last time I go out with a pretty face like Tadase. Have a seat." I said, pointing to the sofa. Kukai ignored me and crouched in front of Ikuto's sleeping body.
"You're really sick aren't you Ikuto." He said poking Ikuto's cheek.
"Crunchy bees," Ikuto mumbled.
"Crunchy bees?" Kukai said, confused.
"They're piling up and I can't then sweep up anymore. They're dying by the thousands!" Ikuto muttered and slapped Kukai across the face. Rima's mouth dropped.
"Kukai! Are you alright!?" I said looking at his cheek. He laughed.
"So Ikuto sleep talks huh! Fun!" He said ignoring me. "Ikuto, say something again."
"Uhh…UHH….." Ikuto mumbled.
"Are you okay?" I asked, to Ikuto this time.
"…I got a knife…"
Kukai laughed. "A knife?"
"…for revenge…" he muttered. All of us froze.
"Scary." Rima whispered.
"I'll go make cake," I mumbled, trying to get away from Ikuto.
"I'll join you," Rima said following me to the kitchen. We heard Ikuto sleep talking some more as we left. Kukai was just bursting out laughing.
"Hey Rima," I said as I preheated the oven to three hundred and fifty degrees. I placed a rack in the center of the oven. I lined the bottoms of the round cake pans with parchment paper. "Do you know anything about Ikuto?"
Rima grabbed a food processor and started processing some cream cheese and mascarpone cheese. "Not much." She mumbled and grabbed vanilla extract and confectioners' sugar from one of the cabinets. She measured some out and added it to the mix. "Any reason why you ask?"
I grabbed a mixing bowl and started sifting flour, salt, and cocoa powder. I set it aside. "It's just that earlier today, Ikuto's mom, my step-mom, was telling me some things about Ikuto, and I found it interesting, especially a certain topic." I mumbled, trailing off.
I let the conversation go as we finished making the cake. It took us over half an hour to finish baking the cake and make the cream cheese frosting. Rima smiled at me when we finished. I smiled back. Maybe Rima and I could become good friends.
"Here Kukai," I said as I handed him a piece of the red velvet cake Rima and I had made.
"Yummy." He said taking it along with a fork. I looked over to Ikuto who looked like he was trying to swim on the sofa.
"What's Ikuto doing?" Rima asked.
Kukai laughed. "I told him he was a fish, and he started doing that." He pointed over to Ikuto. I rolled my eyes.
"How do you know Ikuto?" I asked Kukai. He swallowed the cake he had in his mouth.
"We were in the same classes in high school. No one would really talk to him, though he looks just as he did then, so I decided to go over and talk to him. He ignored me at first, but I kept bugging him till he said something." Kukai said laughing. "Oh he said something alright, but it wasn't what I wanted to hear."
"What did he say?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know, something along the lines of 'Fuck You.' I guess. I didn't stop bugging him though. I'd come over his house, this one to be exact, and just follow him around and stuff. His mom just laughed, and not once, was I kicked out. Ikuto just learned to have me around."
I laughed and ate some more of my cake. "Do any of you guys know what Ikuto worked for, for him to be able to afford all this?"
Rima laughed. "Why do you wanna know? So you can find a job like he had and get money?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, I just want to know, since I find it impossible for some teenager to have made that much money."
Kukai scratched his head. "I'm not sure if Ikuto would like us telling. When he told me, he was all embarrassed and stuff. I don't blame him."
"How did Ikuto tell you Rima?" I asked.
"He didn't tell me, I overheard." She said as if it was nothing. Ikuto slowly stopped acting like a fish.
"So I'm the only one who doesn't know?" I sighed. I felt out of the loop.
"Don't stress yourself too much. I think it's a good thing that Ikuto hasn't told you. I think you'd be like...I don't know. Shocked? I guess that's the word."
I smiled and looked over to Ikuto. "Oh Ikuto," I said crawling over to him. The other two hadn't gotten what I was doing. "What did you work as when you were a teenager?" I asked smiling.
"I s-" before Ikuto could finish, Kukai covered his mouth. I frowned.
"That's not fair Kukai. Both of you know, and I don't." I pouted. I could still hear Ikuto mumbled under Kukai's hand. I quickly grabbed Kukai's hand, snatching it away from Ikuto's mouth.
"-omen." Ikuto said, finishing.
Omen? Ikuto worked as an omen? Is being an omen even a job? I sighed in frustration.
"November 7, we'll be there, make mad love to you ass-clowns." Ikuto mumbled and fell off the sofa onto me. Kukai laughed as he dodged Ikuto.
"Ow," he mumbled and got up, his head hitting my chin.
"OW!" We both yelled in unison. I could hear Kukai and Rima laughing behind us. Ikuto looked at me from under his lashes.
"Weirdo," he mumbled.
"Weirdo?! You're the one who sleep talks!" I yelled. Ikuto froze, then loosened up and laughed.
"Maybe you don't know what I'm referring to." He said as he crawled up, leaning on me, and wrapped his arms around my neck. "What I'm referring to," he mumbled into my ear. "Is what you did to me this morning." He locked his legs around one of mine as I felt him grind his erection against my thigh.
"Get off me you pervert!" I yelled, trying to push him off me to no avail. I frowned. Why weren't Kukai and Rima doing anything?
Ikuto laughed and hugged me tighter. I could feel his erection pulsing, swelling against my thigh, wanting to be touched.
I could feel my face and body flush. "Ikuto," I moaned in embarrassment.
"Hm?" He hummed against my neck. I could feel his nose trailing the line of my collarbone. Kukai laughed.
"I can't hold it in anymore," Kukai said, laughing hysterically.
"What I don't understand...is why you're laughing. If I was watching this, I'd see it more as an erotic show, not a comedy." Ikuto mumbled, unzipping my sweater, exposing my stomach and bra.
"I-Ikuto, g-get o-off." I moaned as he slipped his hand under my bra. I could feel my nipples as he fondled them.
"Hnnn," Ikuto mumbled, smiling.
"You're such a pervert Ikuto. Harassing people like that." I heard Rima mutter. I turned my flushed face towards her and saw a small smile on her lips. "And to your sister too." Ikuto rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Whatever." He mumbled and re-zipped my sweater. I was about to crawl away, but he grabbed me by the waist and sat me on top of him. My face got hotter as I felt his erection through my leggings. "Amu," Ikuto said softly. I looked him in the eyes, and before I knew it, his warm lips pressed against mine.
My vision started to get fuzzy, as everything turned black.
"She fainted." I heard someone say laughing.
Perfect.
