I do not own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi.
A raven haired man gazed out of the window of his apartment while his editor page through the novel he had finally finished. His editor was a small woman with chin-length brunette hair and chocolate colored eyes, barely 150 centimeters tall. "Now, I'm going to go on maternity leave starting tomorrow," said the editor as she finally looked up from the manuscript. "Hey, Takano san are you listening?"
"Yeah, yeah, Shizuki san I heard you," Takano sighed as he turned away from the window, cigarette in hand. "So who's my temp editor?"
"Don't know, you'll find out next week. So I'm going to take these chapters back to the office, please don't pull any shit on the temp, because if you do I will know and you can deal with a very pregnant, pissed off, hells fire woman bitching at you. So please have the next chapter ready for the temp next week!"
"Yeah, no problem. Can I still screw with him or her?"
"Takano san, as long as you write, you can screw the editor if you want. I don't care, just so long as you write."
"What's the temp's name?"
"Hmm, I'm not entirely sure, I think its Onodo or something. He's the son of the president of one of the major publishing companies."
"Onodo? Do you mean Onodera?"
"Yeah, that's it! Well, I'm off,"Shizuki smiled. As she walked towards the door though, she paused and turned around again. "You know Takano sensei, this is probably very inappropriate for me to say given your success but um… maybe for this next novel, you write something personal and meaningful to you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, don't get me wrong your stories are fantastic but I feel as if your never fully emotionally committed, like you're just going through the motions. I looked through your portfolio the other day and I found some stories from when you were in high school, I think they're ten years old, and there was just so much difference in the emotional context from then and now. This is a selfish request but, I would like to see more stories like the ones you wrote ten years ago. However, I understand if you don't but do keep it in mind, please."
Takano briefly glanced back at Shizuki as she walked out the door. He turned back to face the window then and sighed, "That was a long time ago."
Takano then walked over to his home office to look at his laptop. All of the stories he had ever written were on it. The stories Shizuki was referring to were probably from the ones he had written to try and impress the love of his life.
"Wow sempai! You write so well, just like Usami sensei. It's incredible," his kouhai looked up at him with wonder in his eyes and perpetually red face.
"Oh, I don't know about that. Usami sensei's stories are far more interesting with their imaginative concepts and ideas. Compared to them… I just standard," he quipped.
"Sempai don't sell yourself short! I read a lot and I have never felt this exhilarated to read or story or this depressed to know that it's over now. I think you would make a fantastic writer and author one day. And as far as Usami sensei goes, I do agree with most of what you said, but don't you ever get the feeling that most, well actually, all of his stories are sad and have that lonely feeling to them? It's almost as if he wants to break free but is constantly choking under the strain of it all and writing is the only escape he can actually achieve some type of freedom."
He blinked briefly at his kouhai, "I actually haven't ever thought about that."
"Oh," his kouhai replied turning bright red. "Never mind, it's probably just my imagination." His kouhai quickly took a gulp of his drink, as if to relieve the tension. It was quiet for quite a period after that before his kouhai began speaking again. "Sempai, can you promise me something?"
"What?"
"Promise me you'll keep writing. I want to read more of your stories because they are so wonderful," a glimmer of hope shone in his kouhai's eyes then.
He had to smile then, "You are way too weird, you know that," he laughed as he leaned of to kiss his kouhai.
"Oh ah, umm I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he replied as their lips came together. It took his kouhai a few minutes to remember to open his mouth but when he did, both he and his kouhai fell on the bed hungrily kissing one another as if their lives depended on it. Not long afterward, they found themselves breathing heavily.
His kouhai had tears in his eyes as he began to prepare him. "Ahh, haa," his kouhai cried out.
He paused then, "Do want me to continue?"
His kouhai furiously shook his head, as his ears turned red with the rest of his face. As soon as he had entered, he moved to return to the oral assault that at started this all, as his hands played with his kouhai's nipples.
"Ahh, sempai!" Both breathed heavily as they reached climax together. He collapsed alongside his kouhai and stared up at the ceiling, while his kouhai tried to catch his breath. They simply basked in each other's warmth. Suddenly his kouhai sat up and with hand reaching up to the collar of his school uniform, his kouhai shyly turned toward him, "Umm, sempai… can I ask you a question?"
Takano looked away from the laptop then. This was why he didn't like looking at his first stories. They always brought back those painfully sweet memories that were probably best left in the past. "Yeah, I definitely can't write something along these lines again. It's just not in me anymore," he sighed as he flipped his monitor closed so he could go watch the television and see what ridiculous commercials could inspire him for his next novel. "I wish I could forget him, why can't I? And why is the thought of wanting to forget him so painful too," Takano thought to himself as he left the study. "Oh well, might as well think of some good ways to screw with the temp editor's mind. That'll take my mind off things and be fun." An evil smile spread across Takano's face at that thought.
Gee, I wonder who his temporary editor will be :-D Decisions, decisions.
