Author's note: My finals are beginning tomorrow, duh. This is my last publishing on and then I die. XD Maa, I guess even dead I would still be writing. (besides, I'm falling in love over and over with this couple…)
Also, this is dedicated to my awesome friend Aka-chan, for reading my unpublished drabbles with all the patience in the world, and sharing the same addiction as me. (No, not cookies. Well, that too. xD love you, hon.)
Disclaimer: Gosho pwns it all.
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Still Waters Run Deep (Sucking-Titles-Program on.)
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"Boy, it's hot," Aoko complained, her hand holding a fan too lazy even to lift and ventilate. "How can it be so hot. It shouldn't be allowed to be so hot…"
Her classmates only groaned. "It's August, Aoko-chan," Hakuba muttered, lying on his towel with large sunglasses over his eyes and a milk-shake at hand-reach. "It's meant to be hot. Just take example on Koizumi and go to sleep…"
"But I can't stand all this heat," she whined. "I need fresh air."
"A-ooo-kooo," Keiko moaned. "Shut up…"
"I know what she needs," Kaito suddenly said, sitting up abruptly with a very nasty grin that normally would have made Aoko reach for her mop, but right now it was wayyyy too hot for chases of any kind. And she had no skirt for him to flip. So she should be safe…
"What she needs is a bath."
Aoko's senses then seemed to go on a roller coaster ride. The world suddenly tilted into an upside-down blur of golden sand and blue sky, and next thing she knew she had a very ice view down Kaito's back – had he just flung her over his shoulder? – the surprised looks on their classmates' faces scampering away at an alarmingly fast pace, and she had hardly begun to bang on that jerk's shoulders that the universe blurred again – white and blue and golden again – and with a thundering splash she sank into sharp, cold, delicious blueness.
When she resurfaced, head-first, coughing and spluttering, it was only in time to draw in a wheezy breath before what felt like slimy alga but were probably just Kaito's hands caught her ankles and pulled her down again. he struggled against him in the water, aiming feeble punches at him and trying to keep him under, too, so that when he remerged, chest-high in the water, she had her legs and arms entangled around his waist and neck, gripping tight onto him.
She had salt in her eyes and wet hair in her face, drenched all over and she was laughing, god knew why and he was laughing too with his mouth in her hair, both his arms under her legs to hold her up against him, she was slipping and clutching at him like sinking person, bodies pressing together in a way far too intimate for their usual standards until their mouths finally, finally found one another; she was kissing – damn – Kaito was kissing her and she was kissing right back without so much as an hesitation, as though this was the way it had been meant to be from the start and maybe it had, he tasted salt and alga and seawater and she really, really hoped they were hidden from sight of their friends or they were dead.
She slid off him when their lips reluctantly parted but his arms remained around her waist, holding her against him. When she opened her eyes he was grinning down at her like some kind of happy maniac. "Feel better now?"
… yeah." She grinned, too, suddenly; it caught her by surprise. "Way better."
"Good," he said curtly, and kissed her again.
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I gotta admit it's short and silly. And fluff-randomness. Couldn't help myself.
-glances nervously at the piles of homework on my desk – I'm certain it grows bigger when I'm not looking- Well, I should go back to working on this bloody philosophy exam for tomorrow. (depressed author, who would very much like living solely on fanfiction, takes it out on poor, genuine box of cookies, and offers some to compassionate readers.)