Okay.... hi!!!! Again!!!!!!!! This is Pickles, broadcasting to you live,
from dot in field in middle of nowhere, on small blue planet, in ordinary
solar system, in the nonremarkable milky way galaxy....
Not too much to say for this part. Yohji brings home his first girl in a while, and Kenken overhears what goes on between them. There's a lot of thoughts going on that seem to be of a reapeating theme - I wish I knew what it was! Then I could name this damned story and move on to my next project (the sequel... which already has two and a quarter chapters done on it). But I have writers' block on it, because I haven't named this one yet.... so I am now holding a NAME CONTEST!!!!!!! Thaaaaaaaat's right, a name contest. I will hear all your names for this story, and I'll let the best one - with the best reasons behind it - become the name for it. The next one, fortunately, is already titled.
Aya: Yohji brings home a girl? But-
Pickles: No buts. You left him. As he likes to make himself miserable over it, none of us can forget it. You left him, you have no say over what goes on in his bed. Got it?
Aya: But-
Pickles: Aya-kun....
Aya: But-
Pickles: Aya, if you say one more word, I'll set Omittchi on you.
Aya: *whimpers* Not that.....
Pickles: Good Aya. Given time, I do believe you could make a good literary pet. Of course, once that happens, I'll let you run loose in the story line again, and I'll pick another one of your lovely companions.
*to the audience* Envious? Ah, the power of the pen....
Credits for this chapter go to God the girl, LilyAyl (love her Harry Potter stuff-- That's right! I said Harry Potter!!!! Don't knock it 'til you try it!!), and.... LiNa. For her weird weird weird moral support. Chibiflies to you! And of course to Moonflower. You are a very unique person; I believe that time will only better you. FLOOF!!!!!!!!
Kudos go to Dragon-chan for reoccuring reviews, and DragonSoul, and... I think... cwchan too... I'll have to go look at the reviews in a second. But for now....
Story time!!!! (Gee, won't you have a demented picture in your head when you're reading bedtime stories to your children?)
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Nanashi- ch9
It's Not Him - Part 2
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It's been two months since Aya left. I feel like it was yesterday. It still hurts like hell. But Kenken is starting to be genuinely concerned about me, so I'm doing something I know I'll regret.
I'm going clubbing tonight.
It's not like I really want to go clubbing; it's just that I haven't had a decent joint in a week, and I'm getting snippy. Plus the fact that the last lay I had was Aya, and that was two and a half months ago, makes me a real bitch. I'm sure Ken and Omi are ready to kill me by now. If I were in their shoes, I would be.
Watch out, world. Kudo Yohji is making a reappearance.
~~~
Here I am, back in the apartment. I've get a gorgeous brunette with me - tall, blue eyes, leggy, and a hundred million other things that make her physically perfect for a female. She practically skips along behind me, bouncing with every pronounced step. Once we get to my room, she divests herself of her clothing, then lays on my bed, pose inviting me to jump her. I take my time about removing my own things, though, ignoring her.
She asks bluntly if I want foreplay. I shake my head. I want a lay, nothing else. It's what she wants too, and that from me will more than satisfy her. I've had enough men and women both to know that I am exceptional.
I slide into her- and all I can think about is how different she is from Aya. She's soft where Aya's hard. There's no reassuring warm length against my belly, only the space between a woman and a man. Her hands do not grab my arms bruisingly, or rake down my back scoring lines, but only skim over my skin, barely drawing a reaction from me at all. Her black hair and blue eyes are so different from Aya's crimson and violet that I feel myself starting to flag at wishing she *was* Aya. So I close my eyes and picture Aya...
But I already know the truth.
It's not him.
~~~
I can hear Yohji come it - my door is open. I can hear a giggling female voice too, the sort of voice that only comes from one sort of woman. Well, I've seen it coming. I'll have to deal with this. After all, I don't care about Yohji like that. It shouldn't be difficult.
Should it?
I hear his bedsprings as they climb on, and give it thrity seconds and she's crying out breathlessly, voice so sugary sweet it sickens me. The voice from the one underneath him should be rough, gravelly, deep. At the very least, it should be Aya's voice. But I can't picture Aya crying out like that. I've always thought of him as a gasping-type person.
I cry out like that, though. I would under Yohji, anyway, his hands moving over my body, mouth on mine, moving in and out of me-
Stop this. Stop it! I don't like Yohji that way.
So why am I wondering what it would feel like for him to be with me?
I am startled out of my thoughts by the noises from his room. It's not the girl, although she's positively yowling by now. It's Yohji beginning to vocalize that's caught me off guard and got my attention. A low moan from his rough voice tells me he's getting somewhere. The sound of him is starting to get a rise out of me. Never one for self-control, I jerk down my boxers and start to jack myself.
There's no point in denying it now; he can do this to me with just his voice. I *do* want him.
He shouts out wordlessly, but I can hear the strangled call of 'Aya' in the cry. I close my mind to the thought- I don't want him to be in love with Aya. I do the best thing I can under the circumstances: start a fantasy in which Yohji doesn't have a part. I try to delude myself into thinking it's not him. It's not him I want. It's not him I'm aching for. It's not him I want to see coming into my room and touching me.
I try to make myself buy this delusion. It's not him.
But I know the truth. It is.
His name will fall from my lips in self-given pleasure tonight. And I know it.
But nobody can blame me for trying not to.
~~~TBC
Well, folks? How do you like it?.... Let me know! Its called a review!
And more importantly....
How do *you* like it, Aya-kun?
Aya: *mumbles*
Pickles: Excuse me?
Aya: I can't believe how much you twist our lives. I mean, we're men, dammit. We kill for a living. Do you think we're all touchy-feely like that? How do you even know we're gay?
Pickles: Okay. True or false. The four of you are florists.
Aya: *glares*
Pickles: True or false. The four of you also happen to be the four most beautiful males that have ever walked the cartoon planet.
Aya: *glares*
Pickles: True or false. None of you owns a pair of pants that lets your legs breathe properly except Omi and his shorts.
Aya: *glares*
Pickles: I rest my case. Besides, if you weren't gay, I'd do the unforgivable and drag the Sailormoon girls into it.
Aya: Anything but that!
Pickles: Even Omi?
Aya: You call that a choice?
Pickles: Not really. Even YOU should pick Omi over that.
Aya: *glares* So maybe you're right.
Pickles: There you have it, folks. Aya- AYA!- admits the Weiss boys are gay.
No offense meant to Sailormoon fans. I happen to be one myself. I just also happen to think that these two shows wouldn't mesh well. Too much blood and not enough magical powers on the part of the Weiss boys. Also, not enough of the color pink.
But seriously. Reviews? Please? PLEASE?
~~~
Not too much to say for this part. Yohji brings home his first girl in a while, and Kenken overhears what goes on between them. There's a lot of thoughts going on that seem to be of a reapeating theme - I wish I knew what it was! Then I could name this damned story and move on to my next project (the sequel... which already has two and a quarter chapters done on it). But I have writers' block on it, because I haven't named this one yet.... so I am now holding a NAME CONTEST!!!!!!! Thaaaaaaaat's right, a name contest. I will hear all your names for this story, and I'll let the best one - with the best reasons behind it - become the name for it. The next one, fortunately, is already titled.
Aya: Yohji brings home a girl? But-
Pickles: No buts. You left him. As he likes to make himself miserable over it, none of us can forget it. You left him, you have no say over what goes on in his bed. Got it?
Aya: But-
Pickles: Aya-kun....
Aya: But-
Pickles: Aya, if you say one more word, I'll set Omittchi on you.
Aya: *whimpers* Not that.....
Pickles: Good Aya. Given time, I do believe you could make a good literary pet. Of course, once that happens, I'll let you run loose in the story line again, and I'll pick another one of your lovely companions.
*to the audience* Envious? Ah, the power of the pen....
Credits for this chapter go to God the girl, LilyAyl (love her Harry Potter stuff-- That's right! I said Harry Potter!!!! Don't knock it 'til you try it!!), and.... LiNa. For her weird weird weird moral support. Chibiflies to you! And of course to Moonflower. You are a very unique person; I believe that time will only better you. FLOOF!!!!!!!!
Kudos go to Dragon-chan for reoccuring reviews, and DragonSoul, and... I think... cwchan too... I'll have to go look at the reviews in a second. But for now....
Story time!!!! (Gee, won't you have a demented picture in your head when you're reading bedtime stories to your children?)
~~~
Nanashi- ch9
It's Not Him - Part 2
~~~
It's been two months since Aya left. I feel like it was yesterday. It still hurts like hell. But Kenken is starting to be genuinely concerned about me, so I'm doing something I know I'll regret.
I'm going clubbing tonight.
It's not like I really want to go clubbing; it's just that I haven't had a decent joint in a week, and I'm getting snippy. Plus the fact that the last lay I had was Aya, and that was two and a half months ago, makes me a real bitch. I'm sure Ken and Omi are ready to kill me by now. If I were in their shoes, I would be.
Watch out, world. Kudo Yohji is making a reappearance.
~~~
Here I am, back in the apartment. I've get a gorgeous brunette with me - tall, blue eyes, leggy, and a hundred million other things that make her physically perfect for a female. She practically skips along behind me, bouncing with every pronounced step. Once we get to my room, she divests herself of her clothing, then lays on my bed, pose inviting me to jump her. I take my time about removing my own things, though, ignoring her.
She asks bluntly if I want foreplay. I shake my head. I want a lay, nothing else. It's what she wants too, and that from me will more than satisfy her. I've had enough men and women both to know that I am exceptional.
I slide into her- and all I can think about is how different she is from Aya. She's soft where Aya's hard. There's no reassuring warm length against my belly, only the space between a woman and a man. Her hands do not grab my arms bruisingly, or rake down my back scoring lines, but only skim over my skin, barely drawing a reaction from me at all. Her black hair and blue eyes are so different from Aya's crimson and violet that I feel myself starting to flag at wishing she *was* Aya. So I close my eyes and picture Aya...
But I already know the truth.
It's not him.
~~~
I can hear Yohji come it - my door is open. I can hear a giggling female voice too, the sort of voice that only comes from one sort of woman. Well, I've seen it coming. I'll have to deal with this. After all, I don't care about Yohji like that. It shouldn't be difficult.
Should it?
I hear his bedsprings as they climb on, and give it thrity seconds and she's crying out breathlessly, voice so sugary sweet it sickens me. The voice from the one underneath him should be rough, gravelly, deep. At the very least, it should be Aya's voice. But I can't picture Aya crying out like that. I've always thought of him as a gasping-type person.
I cry out like that, though. I would under Yohji, anyway, his hands moving over my body, mouth on mine, moving in and out of me-
Stop this. Stop it! I don't like Yohji that way.
So why am I wondering what it would feel like for him to be with me?
I am startled out of my thoughts by the noises from his room. It's not the girl, although she's positively yowling by now. It's Yohji beginning to vocalize that's caught me off guard and got my attention. A low moan from his rough voice tells me he's getting somewhere. The sound of him is starting to get a rise out of me. Never one for self-control, I jerk down my boxers and start to jack myself.
There's no point in denying it now; he can do this to me with just his voice. I *do* want him.
He shouts out wordlessly, but I can hear the strangled call of 'Aya' in the cry. I close my mind to the thought- I don't want him to be in love with Aya. I do the best thing I can under the circumstances: start a fantasy in which Yohji doesn't have a part. I try to delude myself into thinking it's not him. It's not him I want. It's not him I'm aching for. It's not him I want to see coming into my room and touching me.
I try to make myself buy this delusion. It's not him.
But I know the truth. It is.
His name will fall from my lips in self-given pleasure tonight. And I know it.
But nobody can blame me for trying not to.
~~~TBC
Well, folks? How do you like it?.... Let me know! Its called a review!
And more importantly....
How do *you* like it, Aya-kun?
Aya: *mumbles*
Pickles: Excuse me?
Aya: I can't believe how much you twist our lives. I mean, we're men, dammit. We kill for a living. Do you think we're all touchy-feely like that? How do you even know we're gay?
Pickles: Okay. True or false. The four of you are florists.
Aya: *glares*
Pickles: True or false. The four of you also happen to be the four most beautiful males that have ever walked the cartoon planet.
Aya: *glares*
Pickles: True or false. None of you owns a pair of pants that lets your legs breathe properly except Omi and his shorts.
Aya: *glares*
Pickles: I rest my case. Besides, if you weren't gay, I'd do the unforgivable and drag the Sailormoon girls into it.
Aya: Anything but that!
Pickles: Even Omi?
Aya: You call that a choice?
Pickles: Not really. Even YOU should pick Omi over that.
Aya: *glares* So maybe you're right.
Pickles: There you have it, folks. Aya- AYA!- admits the Weiss boys are gay.
No offense meant to Sailormoon fans. I happen to be one myself. I just also happen to think that these two shows wouldn't mesh well. Too much blood and not enough magical powers on the part of the Weiss boys. Also, not enough of the color pink.
But seriously. Reviews? Please? PLEASE?
~~~