Guilt
By Shimegami-chan
I was the smart one.
Everyone knew, or so they thought.
How could I be so damned stupid?
I'm caught in web of lies. Guilt is the only thing I feel.
They always came to me for help with technical stuff. Never with emotional problems. I guess they thought I wouldn't know how to handle it. Maybe I couldn't, since no one had ever helped with with my problems.
I was so happy to find Jyou.
The two of us were the only Chosen Children attending that university--Yamato and Takeru had passed on not too long before, Taichi had missed initial post-secondary requirements while greiving, and Sora had moved to New York to attend classes in fashion design there. Miyako and Daisuke still attended Odaiba High School. Ken was in an institution, Hikari had dropped out, and Iori had moved to the country with his family. So when I started computer courses there, it only made sense for us to move in together. I had a crush on him some time earlier that had never gone away, and once he found out that I was gay he reavealed that he was actually bisexual. We lived together for several months after that, blissfully happy, blissfully unaware of a little secret I had that even I didn't know.
I wasn't gay.
I had accepted that fate long before: Jyou had been my one and only romantic interest--ever--and I assumed that I wasn't attracted to females at all.
Miyako turned my entire world upside down.
All the Chosen knew that Jyou and I were together; it was no big secret. So when Inoue Miyako showed up at my door late one night when Jyou was away at a medical seminar in America, I was rather surprised to see her.
She looked like she'd stepped out of a showbar--seventeen-going-on-eighteen years old, the lavender-haired girl had a full chest and an hourglass figure. She wore a miniskirt that couldn't have been more than six inches long and a strapless bikini top that left nothing to the imagination. She wore dark purple-colored contacts instead of her glasses.
"Uh...can I help you, miss?" I didn't recognize her, dressed like that. She'd filled out a lot more than she was when I'd last seen her, and I didn't really associate with the younger Chosen. She breezed through the door, waving her hand as if to brush me off. "Aw, Kou-chan! You don't remember me? Inoue Miyako!"
"Miyako?" I gaped at her. She looked good in that. For the first time in my life I felt a spark of desire shoot throughout my body, and, oh my God--she wasa woman.
She closed my open jaw and winked, locking the door. "How are you, hun?"
"Uh...fine, I guess...I don't mean to be rude, but what brings you all the way out here?"
September 20, 2005: Uh...I took the remainer of this piece offline because I hate it. ; I'm going to rework it soon. Just pretend like what's above is the first chapter, see, and you're waiting for a secon. ;)