Nagi: I hate Valentine's Day.
Pickles: You're not the only one.
Nagi: So tell me why you're posting today?
Pickles: Well, if the readers are anything like me, they'll need a bit of a pick-me-up after V-day. Damn all over-commercialized Catholic holidays.
Nagi: Even St. Patrick's?
Pickles: No, Irish people are cool.
Today's chapter is appropriately lovey-dovey, now that I think about it. It's Yohji/Ken all the way. The adorable Nagi-kins has perused it and said there was nothing wrong with it, aside from Aya wasn't there. But he knows how I write.... First an Aya chapter, then a Yohji/Ken chapter. My next (and final) chapter will be the end of this particular story, though not the arc. I love your feedback, the way you keep begging for more, and the end of this novella is appropriate to that. You WILL be wanting more if you're not so deathly annoyed with me that you quit reading this arc.
Warnings: Heavy shonen-ai, Yohji/Ken (no Aya here, peeps!) If you dun like Yohji/Ken, I'm sorry, but you may as well go ahead and read it. I do like Yohji/Ken, along with Yohji/Aya, Yohji/Schuldich, Crawford/Yohji, and I could even consider Yohji/Nagi. I'm only utilizing two of said options. You should be glad. The Yohji/Ken thing is an integral aspect of this story, and it becomes more so in the next story. There are also other aspects which I do not use in this one which you may not like. I refuse to put a couples warning up, however. I don't believe that you would enjoy it half as much if you knew who was going to get together with whom.
Nagi: Like me and Omi... ::glares::
Pickles: I had to do SOMETHING with him to get him out of the way... I can't help it if I'm not partial to your boyfriend.
Nagi: I would never date him. He's not a big enough man for me.
Pickles: You do mean that in height, right?
Nagi: Not in the least.
Pickles: Ohhhhhkay, then. I'll just pretend you never said that, and you'll go on being the cute, innocent little kitten I like to think of you as.
Anyway, on to the story. I'm trying to find a page break Word finds acceptable.
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Nanashi- Ch13
Touching
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Yohji and I have been together for two months now.
Life is great. We haven't really done anything, which I find to be surprising, but I've never been happier in my entire life. If they let me back into J-League, I'd die from all the happiness.
He's surprisingly attentive, and he lets me have anything he can tell I really want. He's even offered to take me out more than a few times, but I tell him no. Maybe after a while, but not right now. I have a feeling this is something fleeting, like a handful of sand. It's going to slip away from me. That feeling is in my gut, and nothing I have felt there has ever been wrong before.
There's a first time for everything, but I doubt it.
So I try to enjoy the happiness while I can, while it lasts. I hope I'm wrong--but if I'm not I want to have every single memory possible of being with Yohji.
The thing is, I think I make him happy too.
He hasn't gotten seriously wasted since we've been together. I know I don't make him happy the way Aya did--when Aya was with him, Yohji had a grin he never wiped off his face, no matter how inappropriate it was. But with me, I see him with this little soft smile on his face. He can take his time and enjoy it with me. I'm not an extremist person. I can deal with it when he needs to be alone. I can deal with it when he wants to be together. With Aya it was always now, now, now, high or low. I can handle his mood swings--and sometimes he's as bad as a pregnant woman. He could throw everything he's got at me and I would take it. But he hasn't. He hasn't felt the need. If it weren't for this feeling in my gut, I would say we have a stable relationship.
And another thing. He's a damn good kisser.
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Ken is sitting draped over the armchair, an expression that screams "daydream" on his face. I wonder what he's thinking about.
He's been really good for me. I feel a whole lot happier now, and I haven't seen him not smiling in weeks. He's no Aya. But in his own little way, he's just what I needed.
I walk over to where he's sitting. "Penny for your thoughts," I tell him. He looks up at me and smiles. "Nothing in particular. Just you," he tells me. He scoots over to make room for me in his chair. "Wanna sit with me?"
"Sure," I tell him. I plop myself down into the chair that really isn't big enough for the two of us. He worms his way into my lap.
"You want to do anything today?" he asks me. I shake my head.
"No, but I did want to ask you a question. When did you acquire your taste for romance manga?"
He blushes adorably, and buries his head in my shirt. He mumbles something I can't hear. "Say again, Ken-kun?"
He looks up at me, tomato-red underneath his tan. "I said when I was thirteen, somebody gave me one for a gag gift." He goes back to having his face buried in my chest.
"I think it's cute," I tell him firmly. He doesn't say anything, but only stays put. "Well, it is," I reiterate. "It's adorable. I'm not laughing at you."
"Promise?" he says, voice muffled.
"I promise," I tell him, trying hard not to laugh. He's so damned cute sometimes it's not good for him.
"All right then," he says, coming up for air. His hair is static now from rubbing against my shirt. I smile as I try to flatten it for him. He swats at his hair, but this only seems to make it worse. I do laugh, then.
And I kiss him.
His lips are soft, pliable, familiar by this point. His mouth opens to mine willingly, and I slip my tongue in, playing over the more sensitive parts of his mouth. He slides an arm around me, tightening his embrace. This is so nice. He's warm and willing in my arms, not in the way Aya was, but in another way that's really just as good.
I want to show him how I feel about him. The want surprises me, but it has to be natural by this point. I've been with him long enough, and it's been a very long time since I slept with somebody. Ken looks so inviting stretched out across my lap like that.
I break off the kiss. "What did I do to deserve that?" he asks breathlessly.
"You were there," I tell him, looking down at him affectionately. I raise a hand to his face, and touch his cheek gently. "Kenken, can I touch you?"
"You are touching me," he says, leaning against my fingertips. He closes his eyes, leaning into my hand harder. He reminds me of a cat the way he takes pleasure from simple touch.
"I mean really touch you," I tell him, amused at the thought of Ken as a cat. "Please?"
He opens his eyes and grins at me. "I thought you'd never ask."
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Nagi: That's cute. Very.... Valentine's-ey.
Pickles: What can I say?
Nagi: How about this is the next to last chapter?
Pickles: Oh yeah.... He's right, folks. It is. So expect a sequel, because even though this story is done, the arc is nowhere near from finished.
REVIEWS!!!!!!!!
Pickles: You're not the only one.
Nagi: So tell me why you're posting today?
Pickles: Well, if the readers are anything like me, they'll need a bit of a pick-me-up after V-day. Damn all over-commercialized Catholic holidays.
Nagi: Even St. Patrick's?
Pickles: No, Irish people are cool.
Today's chapter is appropriately lovey-dovey, now that I think about it. It's Yohji/Ken all the way. The adorable Nagi-kins has perused it and said there was nothing wrong with it, aside from Aya wasn't there. But he knows how I write.... First an Aya chapter, then a Yohji/Ken chapter. My next (and final) chapter will be the end of this particular story, though not the arc. I love your feedback, the way you keep begging for more, and the end of this novella is appropriate to that. You WILL be wanting more if you're not so deathly annoyed with me that you quit reading this arc.
Warnings: Heavy shonen-ai, Yohji/Ken (no Aya here, peeps!) If you dun like Yohji/Ken, I'm sorry, but you may as well go ahead and read it. I do like Yohji/Ken, along with Yohji/Aya, Yohji/Schuldich, Crawford/Yohji, and I could even consider Yohji/Nagi. I'm only utilizing two of said options. You should be glad. The Yohji/Ken thing is an integral aspect of this story, and it becomes more so in the next story. There are also other aspects which I do not use in this one which you may not like. I refuse to put a couples warning up, however. I don't believe that you would enjoy it half as much if you knew who was going to get together with whom.
Nagi: Like me and Omi... ::glares::
Pickles: I had to do SOMETHING with him to get him out of the way... I can't help it if I'm not partial to your boyfriend.
Nagi: I would never date him. He's not a big enough man for me.
Pickles: You do mean that in height, right?
Nagi: Not in the least.
Pickles: Ohhhhhkay, then. I'll just pretend you never said that, and you'll go on being the cute, innocent little kitten I like to think of you as.
Anyway, on to the story. I'm trying to find a page break Word finds acceptable.
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Nanashi- Ch13
Touching
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Yohji and I have been together for two months now.
Life is great. We haven't really done anything, which I find to be surprising, but I've never been happier in my entire life. If they let me back into J-League, I'd die from all the happiness.
He's surprisingly attentive, and he lets me have anything he can tell I really want. He's even offered to take me out more than a few times, but I tell him no. Maybe after a while, but not right now. I have a feeling this is something fleeting, like a handful of sand. It's going to slip away from me. That feeling is in my gut, and nothing I have felt there has ever been wrong before.
There's a first time for everything, but I doubt it.
So I try to enjoy the happiness while I can, while it lasts. I hope I'm wrong--but if I'm not I want to have every single memory possible of being with Yohji.
The thing is, I think I make him happy too.
He hasn't gotten seriously wasted since we've been together. I know I don't make him happy the way Aya did--when Aya was with him, Yohji had a grin he never wiped off his face, no matter how inappropriate it was. But with me, I see him with this little soft smile on his face. He can take his time and enjoy it with me. I'm not an extremist person. I can deal with it when he needs to be alone. I can deal with it when he wants to be together. With Aya it was always now, now, now, high or low. I can handle his mood swings--and sometimes he's as bad as a pregnant woman. He could throw everything he's got at me and I would take it. But he hasn't. He hasn't felt the need. If it weren't for this feeling in my gut, I would say we have a stable relationship.
And another thing. He's a damn good kisser.
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Ken is sitting draped over the armchair, an expression that screams "daydream" on his face. I wonder what he's thinking about.
He's been really good for me. I feel a whole lot happier now, and I haven't seen him not smiling in weeks. He's no Aya. But in his own little way, he's just what I needed.
I walk over to where he's sitting. "Penny for your thoughts," I tell him. He looks up at me and smiles. "Nothing in particular. Just you," he tells me. He scoots over to make room for me in his chair. "Wanna sit with me?"
"Sure," I tell him. I plop myself down into the chair that really isn't big enough for the two of us. He worms his way into my lap.
"You want to do anything today?" he asks me. I shake my head.
"No, but I did want to ask you a question. When did you acquire your taste for romance manga?"
He blushes adorably, and buries his head in my shirt. He mumbles something I can't hear. "Say again, Ken-kun?"
He looks up at me, tomato-red underneath his tan. "I said when I was thirteen, somebody gave me one for a gag gift." He goes back to having his face buried in my chest.
"I think it's cute," I tell him firmly. He doesn't say anything, but only stays put. "Well, it is," I reiterate. "It's adorable. I'm not laughing at you."
"Promise?" he says, voice muffled.
"I promise," I tell him, trying hard not to laugh. He's so damned cute sometimes it's not good for him.
"All right then," he says, coming up for air. His hair is static now from rubbing against my shirt. I smile as I try to flatten it for him. He swats at his hair, but this only seems to make it worse. I do laugh, then.
And I kiss him.
His lips are soft, pliable, familiar by this point. His mouth opens to mine willingly, and I slip my tongue in, playing over the more sensitive parts of his mouth. He slides an arm around me, tightening his embrace. This is so nice. He's warm and willing in my arms, not in the way Aya was, but in another way that's really just as good.
I want to show him how I feel about him. The want surprises me, but it has to be natural by this point. I've been with him long enough, and it's been a very long time since I slept with somebody. Ken looks so inviting stretched out across my lap like that.
I break off the kiss. "What did I do to deserve that?" he asks breathlessly.
"You were there," I tell him, looking down at him affectionately. I raise a hand to his face, and touch his cheek gently. "Kenken, can I touch you?"
"You are touching me," he says, leaning against my fingertips. He closes his eyes, leaning into my hand harder. He reminds me of a cat the way he takes pleasure from simple touch.
"I mean really touch you," I tell him, amused at the thought of Ken as a cat. "Please?"
He opens his eyes and grins at me. "I thought you'd never ask."
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Nagi: That's cute. Very.... Valentine's-ey.
Pickles: What can I say?
Nagi: How about this is the next to last chapter?
Pickles: Oh yeah.... He's right, folks. It is. So expect a sequel, because even though this story is done, the arc is nowhere near from finished.
REVIEWS!!!!!!!!