Chapter Two:

"Itai Itai Itai." Aburatsubo chanted to himself as he hopped from foot to foot to chase away the worst of the early morning chill. A quick glance to his wrist determined that it was still only about 7:30 in the morning. A dark green bag was slung around his slender shoulders, holding some sandwiches and bento, plus four sodas. Aburatsubo had on a pale green undershirt but it was concealed under his yellow school sweater. Black pants framed his slender legs and he wore his black tennis shoes under them. He ran a cold hand though his hair as he waited for Takeo to arrive. His mother thought taking Takeo to the orchards would be a good idea, and Aburatsubo couldn't help but agree. The orchards were a beautiful place, although mostly hidden by a dense forest of cherry trees. Aya snapped to attention at the sound of calling, and turned, his 'Takeo' disposition at hand and ready. "Aburatsubo!" Takeo panted out as he ran up to the other teen in front of him, pausing to rest his hands on his thighs. "Takeo." Aburatsubo noted how unusually.fuzzy Takeo looked. He wasted no time, for Aya was efficient, as always. He smoothly strode around Takeo's bent form and draped his body over the prone teen's running his chilled hands through the windblown brown hair. Takeo stiffened, shivers coursing up and down his spine. Covering it up, Takeo put on a mock scolding face and pushed Aburatsubo off of him. Takeo was completely bewildered to how on earth Aya managed to make him react like this, sure looking at girls made Takeo blush and spout blood faster than a dog in heat but only Aburatsubo could make him shiver. Takeo assumed it was just because he was a boy. Aburatsubo backed off when Takeo nudged him, but his hand remained on Takeo's sweater, lightly caressing. In this awkward silence Aburatsubo mused to himself while Takeo fretted about the wayward hand on his shoulder. If Takeo had not liked Aburatsubo's constant attention, the only logical reaction would be to push him away would it not? Takeo never seemed to mind much, only a mild rebuke when his concentration was needed. Concentration? That of course would mean that his flirting distracted Takeo. And it was indeed more than once Aburatsubo had caught Takeo having that far off fantasy look to him when Aburatsubo was nearby. Using these observations as a guide, Aburatsubo continued his ministrations, hoping that one day, Takeo may finally turn his teetering leaf to his side.

He'sstilltouchingmeevenafterItoldhimtostophishandisstillthereandit'smovingst illhestouchingmehestouchingmehestouchingme!!!! "A-a-a-aburatsubo?" Takeo's voice quivered out, quiet. "This way!" Aburatsubo grabbed Takeo's hand and led him though the park, without need of Takeo finishing his question. At first Takeo resisted but at Aburatsubo's apparent boldness, he relaxed and let his red haired classmate lead him on though the dense trees. They were in full bloom, despite the spring cold that resided here. Aburatsubo was never particularly fond of the cold, but withstood it amazingly well. Takeo.well, no one could ever really tell. Some days he whined and complained and bitched continuously on end but some days he seemed to not notice the chill at all. Today was NOT one of those days. "Aburatsubo-kun!" Takeo always used kun when he wanted something or was whining. "Where are you leading me?" Aburatsubo simply smiled as he led Takeo into a thicket of bushes. Takeo had been through here, and there was nothing particularly special about this area, that is unless Aya wanted to molest him particularly badly today. With that in mind, Takeo was about to protest loudly when a blindfold was slipped over his eyes. A faint voice reached his ears, "Isati appam mehinam, eto caffe nam!" Immeadiatly, Takeo felt the familiar weight of a broom settling under his bottom, pressing harder until he felt his feet dangling, no longer touching the ground. Takeo began to teeter, and loose his balance until a strong arm wrapped its way around his waist. Stiffening, Takeo felt the shivers tracing up and down his spine again. They tingeled in a most odd way, but, no matter how he felt them, they always had adverse effects on.other.places of his body. Suddenly, his pants seemed all too tight. Takeo stifled the urge to moan when he felt a light breeze brush through his hair, and the familiar push of a broom lurching foreward at a semi leisurely pace. Turning, Takeo bent his leg over what he assumed was the back of the broom, from his calculated guesses, and from the bristles poking his foot, he assumed he was right. Bending his leg more, Takeo assumed his normal flying position, if not a bit backwards, but that didn't really matter, he couldn't see anyway. Oh, he forgot about that. Takeo reached up to remove the blind, but a silky voice stopped him in his tracks. "Don't take it off" Takeo's hand froze in midair, than fell down. He stiffened when he realized his hand lay on something warm, and it wasn't himself. Moving his hand, he realized he now lay on something decidly different, and from the stifled sounds he heard from right next to his ear, he kinda figured what his hand was on now. Jerking away, Takeo held his hand gingerly, while wondering what the hell just happened. Where was Aburatsubo taking him? Why on his broom? And why was he blindfolded? For a fleeting moment Takeo thought Aburatsubo was going to.Struck by the nature of his thoughts Takeo gasped, his heart pittering rapidly in his chest. Aburatsubo would never.But Takeo was even more stunned at his own response. Feral passion was burning it's way though Takeo's gut. He never felt anything like it before and it was kind of uncomfortable, and Aburatsubo's arm was not helping any. Takeo would ask him to let go had he not been so worried he would plummet off the broom, he had enough of that when Sae got captured. Sae.How did Takeo describe his feelings for her? Before Takeo had much of a time to muse, Aburatsubo seemed to read his thoughts and began lurching the broom around unsteadily, increasing it's speed drastically. Takeo wondered if it was jealousy that made Aburatsubo become so.catty. Flashbacks came rapidly then, when they were practicing magic. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Takeo closed his eyes. "We must work hard, just like Sae." He was just warming up, as was his imagination. Before he could get on a full fledged fantasy, a voice cut into his thoughts. "Why did you have to mention her NOW!?" Takeo's face erupted into letters. His voice sounded so strange, and undeniably irritated. Takeo felt really dumb just then, but wasn't quite sure why. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ They were at the beach for some unsupervised magic practice. Akane's loud shout was heard moments before her breasts were pushed against his face as she flew overhead. Takeo's glasses fogged up, and his face turned beet red. He bonelessly collapsed behind some rocks, sending up a spurt of foamy blood from his nose, much like ocean spray. Later, with new tissues up his nose, his brain faintly registered that agitated tone of Aburatsubo's again. "Takeo-kun no BAKA!!!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ There were other times too, but the next one that popped into Takeo's mind was when they were about to do magic again. Aburatsubo was sitting on the windowsill, looking undeniably sexy. Although Takeo would never admit that, while he was sober and clean at least. Aburatsubo had picked the perfect backdrop, with the stars sitting behind him and the wind in his hair. Takeo always shrugged it off, he thought Aburatsubo would never take any other reaction seriously. That's the way it always was. Takeo was snapped out of his reverie when his feet brushed the ground once again. Startled, Takeo stiffened, but the arm that had been there throughout the entire trip remained where it was, although considerably looser than before. Unsteadily, Takeo stepped off the broom, and teetered foreward, arms outstretched, fingers splayed. Suddenly, the arm disappeared, and Takeo was alone in the dark. However, he was warm, and he could feel the sun on his skin. The smell of apples faintly drifted past his nose and only served to puzzle the magic users club president. It was much different from where they had left from in the park, cold and crisp. Takeo resisted the urge to remove the blindfold once again when a bright voice chirped into his mind. "Thank you for flying with Aburatsubo Airlines! We hope to carry you through the sunny skies again!" With that, the blindfold disappeared, but Takeo was now blinded with a new bright light, warm and comforting.