Note to all that have stumbled upon this story: There are going to be some 18+ activities happening in later chapters, so take this as a warning.
Sunday; the least favorite of the two weekend days as it triggers some sense in people to start preparing for the incoming work-week and steel their nerves for the dreaded Monday. This wasn't a problem for one man however as he busied himself in the bar and lounge down the street from where he lived.
Seated in one of the red-cushioned armchairs that occupied the lounging area was a man with golden hair tied messily into a ponytail with stray lines of hair dangling mindlessly in and out of his vision. He was too busy to notice those insignificant details however. Resting in his jeans-covered lap was a sketchpad riddled with drawings of various objects that could be spotted throughout the area. It was good practice for an artist like himself to go out and just find things to draw.
Finishing a sketch of his glass of water that sat beside him on a stand, his emerald hues launched into their next search for a reference of some form. They continued to scan the room through a pair of black-rimmed glasses for something-anything but there was naught a thing that would strike a sense of motivation into the void of uncreativity that was his mind. That was until a woman clad in red and black slipped through the door, an analytical gaze was clear on her pale visage as her green eyes scanned the room through strands of brown hair. She was searching for something or some...one..?
Spotting that woman in the entrance sparked another storm of creativity in the mind of the golden-haired man, his hand immediately moving whilst emerald hues darted up from his pad to look at her and then back down. He wanted this sketch to look as accurate to the lady as possible.
His drawing was going well until something seemed off to him; every time he looked up from his sketch the woman appeared to be growing closer, but that didn't sway him as he pressed on with his creativity. However that inventive trance he was in quickly dissipated as the jovial voice of the woman in front of him pulled him from the brainstorm.
"Hi there..!" Her voice was welcoming, wanting to make him feel at least a little comfortable. Confusion hit him as he was still looking down at his sketch, scribbling in a few more details onto the page before finally turning his eyes up to find the woman now smiling in front of him.
"O-Oh..!" He was startled slightly, blinking his eyes as he took in the sight of the woman in front of him. "You are talking to me, right?" There was an accent to his voice that hinted at the man's English heritage.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you! Not like there's anybody else here, right?" She replied with the same energy she started with, her smile not wavering as she awaited the man's response. Setting his sketchpad on his lap he pushed his glasses up his nose before responding to her.
"Sorry about that. I haven't spoken to a woman like you in a while." the woman arched an eyebrow at the man's statement "What do you mean by a woman like me?". The golden-haired man continued and answered her question, "Well you know...pretty..?" The woman giggled, at the man's attempt at complimenting her.
"Well you're talking to one now, Champ!" Her energy and attitude were easy to get adjusted to as the man seemed to relax in his seat, shoulders loosening up as the lady continued. "My name's Kyu; nice to meet you."
Upon hearing that name cogs began to turn in his head and a cheeky smile would curl the man's lips as a small quip emerged from the creative fog. "Kyu...as in the letter?" He arched an eyebrow, not afraid to let the rather terrible pun reveal itself to the woman. The mixture of a chuckle and a huff escaped her lips as she shook her head in response to his question.
"Nope, not at all." The man still couldn't get over the remark he made, the grin still on his face which was pleasant to see from Kyu's perspective. But something still seemed off about him- it was like he was just trying to add his own flavor into the conversation in order to keep it moving. Instead of beating around the bush like the man expected, Kyu decided to get straight to the point.
"Look dude, I could see you shivering like a leaf as soon as I came up to you. Are you gonna be okay?" She sounded slightly concerned for him, which the man found a bit strange. "I don't see what you mean by that, I'm doing completely fine." His voice panged with confidence but his body had a different story to tell; the hand holding his pencil was shivering.
"Dude c'mon. You think I don't see your hand shaking over there?" She gestured to him with a cocked eyebrow in return, making the man look to his hand as well. Reaching his other hand over and grabbing the nervous hand, he pulled the pencil out from his grip and now held it in the opposing one, shaking it there as well. "I don't know what to tell you. This pencil's got a mind of its own." That little bit managed to coax a giggle out of the brown-haired woman. "See? I even got a laugh out of you." He continued shaking the pencil for a moment before slipping it into the spiral that held his sketchbook together.
"Oh please, consider it a pity laugh since you've been trying so hard. You at least deserve that much...uhh…" She rolled her hand in a circle, waiting for the man to fill in the rest of her sentence.
"Handsome?" He tilted his glasses down to look at her eyes directly, getting another huff from Kyu as she put her hands on her hips. "No, your name. Can't call you an idiot without telling me your name first." The man just gave her a confused expression. "That doesn't make any sense-" Kyu groaned, leaning her head back to take a breath, "Just give me your damn name!" It was definitely strange to think that the shy man that Kyu had initially assumed actually turned out to be a bit of a smart-ass. The man waved his hands defensively as she was starting to get more irritated the longer he quipped. "Okay okay..! My name's Michael." Finally! She got the name of the smart-ass that managed to burn away a few minutes with just a few quips and a bad pun.
'Oh yeah, this guy 's gonna work...' Kyu was in her thoughts for a second as Michael just looked at her, tilting his head as he locked hues with her. "Think I broke her…". Little did he know that Kyu was formulating a plan to help this guy out. She heard him speak, snapping her from her mind. "You're gonna work great..!" She blurted out suddenly, causing Michael to look at her strangely. "What do you mean work?" His question was unfortunately left unanswered as Kyu progressed without paying it any heed.
"Okay look, I'm gonna have to get going but I promise we'll meet again REAL soon..!" Before Michael could say anything else she was already turning away, quickly slipping between the chairs and tables that littered the lounging area and reaching the door. Facing Michael one last time, she hollered out a "Night!" along with an excited wave before slipping into the night.
Michael sat in his chair, the sequence of events rolling around in his head as he reached for his glass of water, some of the liquid slipping out of the glass and landing on his sketchpad, and in turn his clothes. "Agh damnit..!" He hissed as the cold liquid seeped into the paper and his shirt. Well, now was a better time than any to just head on back to his apartment; maybe he'll have a better time of sorting out the night's events once he's comfortable in bed.
Sunday, Bedroom
The abode that Michael resided in was nothing short of unexpected for an artist, especially considering that the young man was also at a promising twenty-three years old. Various pieces of art decorated the walls of his home, not too much to be considered cluttered however which was always a good thing. Two tall windows allowed for the moon's relaxing light to flood in, drenching the tile-floor in a pale blue tinge. Along with the paintings that hung on the wall there was also a TV across his bed, allowing for Michael to watch any of his shows without leaving the comforting warmth of his bed.
His work area was where he normally was if he wasn't sleeping; a monitor sat centered in front of a black mesh office chair. He didn't have just that monitor; a rather large drawing tablet sat beside the first monitor with a stylus stuck into its charger. And finally there was Michael resting in his bed, clad in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He had an early start to the day tomorrow, so he made the decision to sleep now and be rested up for the day. His resting wouldn't last long as a woman with vibrant pink hair and butterfly wings floated in front of his bed.
"Helloooo, rise and shiiine! We got some work to doooo..!" She sang out to the sleeping man, an excited look on her face as she couldn't wait to get the day started. There was a problem though; Michael was still asleep, as was indicated by the man not even stirring at the sound of her voice.
"Hey buddy. WAKE. UP!" She shouted at a much higher volume than before, now getting a response in the form of a tired hum as Michael slowly leaned up into a seated position. His eyes slowly opened as he yawned, brushing some locks of long hair out of his face so he could see somewhat clearly. "Okay okay...I'm up…" He managed to speak through a yawn before falling back onto his bed with a bounce. The pink-haired woman's eyes narrowed, brows furrowing as she growled at the man. "You know if you don't get up I'm gonna have to pull the covers off, right?" Now he definitely heard her voice that time as it was heard from inside his room. With eyes snapping open, Michael returned to his seated position. "H-Huh-What..?!" He rubbed his eyes and gazed as the lady soon came into view.
"Nope. No way that I'm awake when someone dressed like that's right in front of me." Michael shook his head in disbelief at what he was currently looking at. Along with the pink hair and wings, she was dressed in what was assumed to be some form of pink and white nightgown with golden accents, complete with a pink pair of panties with a purple butterfly on the waistband. "Hmmm afraid you're not dreaming buddy. This is the real deal." She replied with a giggle, pointing to her face.
"Don't you recognize me? I'm that girl from the bar last night; Kyu, remember?" The stunned and still slightly sleepy Michael just sat there, taking in the sight of the being in front of him. "But...you had brown hair...and no wings…" The befuddled man was replied to with a giggle, the woman garnering a smile that bordered on arrogance. "Great disguise right? I can change my hair color to anything that I want. It's pretty sweet." Right as Michael opened his mouth to say something Kyu cut him off, continuing on her little tangent. "And if you can't tell already, your girl Kyu's a love fairy."
Michael's incoming question was smudged out, and the resulting sentence that came from Kyu didn't provide any closure to his confusion. "So...fairies exist then..?" Kyu rolled her eyes, years of past experiences were revealed in that one action as she leaned down to be face to face with the man. "Of course fairies are real. If they weren't then love fairies wouldn't be around either." She smelled of flowers; a scent Michael had come to know due to frequent trips to the local botanical garden. The closeness in vicinity made his cheeks glow a soft pink.
"Ermm...so I have another question; What is a love fairy exactly?" He tilted his head, running a hand through his messy head of golden threads as Kyu responded to him like she had rehearsed this answer. "I'm glad that you asked that. Y'see, love fairies like myself help saps like you out with the ladies. And I have to tell you that I have a very impressive track record; every one of my clients are pretty much walking babe magnets now! However…" Michael arched an eyebrow at her, his glare scrutinizing her. "However?" Kyu inhaled through her teeth as she spoke, "Let's just say that you'll be my greatest accomplishment yet."
"Okay-" Michael swung the sheets off of his legs and slipped off of his bed, revealing to Kyu the towering six-foot-five he was in comparison to her own five-foot-four. "Let's say that I am a virgin, which I am not! And let's also say that I will be your biggest accomplishment-" He said as he paced back and forth in his room, her head tracking him as he walked with his hands clapped together and resting against his lips. "If that REALLY is the case, what do you get out of this?"
The love fairy rolled her eyes as Michael turned to face her, awaiting an answer that was sure to come after the loud and mildly annoyed groan she had just released. "God you and all of the questions! Can't a love fairy just help a brother out? You're a smart-ass, but judging by how hard you were gripping your pencil when I met you, you still have a ways to go." That response didn't change Michael's questioning disposition towards the love fairy, but that didn't sway her resolve for helping him. "We need to get this started and we need to do it right now. Tell me, how many dates HAVE you been on?" That question shot right through Michael as he stood there. Each second that past was like a timer on a bomb awaiting its inevitable detonation. "Ermm...I mean...you know...an amount..?" That answer got the exact reaction Michael had expected as Kyu's eyebrows furrowed to show her concern for the situation.
"Good god, it's worse than I thought…" She muttered to herself, placing a finger to her cheek as she came up with a plan. "What, it's not that bad as you think-" Michael was cut off once again by Kyu snapping her finger, a look of determination was present in her green hues. "Time to pack up your shit. I have to show you the ropes and we don't have a second to spare. Come on!" She reached down and grabbed Michael's hand, pulling him out the door once he had gotten a pair of shoes on. Thankfully it was early Summer so it wasn't blisteringly cold nor outrageously hot.
Michael was stumbling down the street as he was being yanked around by Kyu in a mild hurry, her floating causing a bit of a problem for the taller man. "Agh- Hey..! Where are we even going anyway?" He asked as he was tugged along by the fairy.
"I know a lounging area that overlooks the beach that's opened pretty late. Normally it's used for all of the people that aren't you, but that's all gonna change soon enough!" Michael stumbled over his foot for another time, narrowly avoiding a kiss with a light pole by veering himself to the left. "People that aren't me-that's pretty cold you know..!" He heaved.
"It's true and you know it. Besides, I think you'll like the place; or not. I could care less." Her words didn't hurt as much as Michael expected. The two spoke and quipped to each other as he was led to their destination. This was surely going to be an adventure; if being pulled away from one's work to interact with women were to be considered as such…
Author's note: Heyooo so it's been a hot minute since I've written anything, but since Huniepop 2 came out, I decided to start from the first game and work my way up. I hope that the first chapter was as enjoyable to read as it was for me to write!