Chapter three
Author's note: Sorry about the lateness and shortness of this post! I'll get more in faster I swear! The fun is just beginning. The idea of orchards came to me as a muse bunny a while ago and was kicking around in my head before I made it grow up into a plot bunny and started writing with it. I have another chapter to go after this one before I may end the story but I'm not sure quite how, if anyone has any ideas please share! –Chibi T~*
Takeo was unsure just what was happening. The thought that he was going to be taken to a secluded cave or something to be ravished still loomed in his mind, but with the sunlight beating against him and the disappearance of the blindfold and the rapid reappearance of his vision, that thought was fleeting away.
"Myuu Aburatsubo-kun! I feel like I just walked out of an air-conditioned movie theater, I'm blind!!"
Takeo was still a bit chilly, but that was changing quickly. His whining was also changing by the soft chuckling he heard somewhere to his upper left.
"Takeo-kun, you're not blind, but if you feel the need to be helpless at my mercy…"
Takeo knew Aburatsubo paused just for that effect. It was damn near working too; he could feel the blood begin to rush towards his face. Takeo willed it away as Aburatsubo spoke again.
"If you feel the need to be at my mercy, I can put back on the blindfold, and you can come with me by using all of your other senses."
At the words 'come with me' Takeo lost all hope and a small trail of blood began dribbling down from his nose towards his lip. He resisted the urge to wipe it away with his sleeve, because that was the way he ruined all of his * other * sweaters. Suddenly, Takeo's world exploded into light, and the shapes of several things suddenly came into view. Mainly speaking of Aburatsubo, holding the blindfold smiling a soft and shy yet hentai grin. The way the blindfold was brandished in his hand made Takeo think Aburatsubo thought he was holding some sort of kinky bondage weapon.
"No, thank you!"
Takeo then turned to look at his surroundings. Not once had he heard the sounds of the city since shortly after liftoff and now he confirmed he was not anywhere near Tokyo anymore. He was wrong about how fast he guessed they were traveling on Aya's broom. Takeo glanced back at Aburatsubo for a brief moment, wondering about his fellow classmate. Takeo knew Aburatsubo was skilled at flying but to get them THIS far out of the city at what he felt was a leisurely pace was astounding. Takeo shifted his eyes back on the scenery in front of him. Aburatsubo was right; this place was quite hidden from view.
Dark and pale pink cherry trees in full bloom were everywhere around the large span of grass and orchard trees everywhere. Petals from the giant cherry tree that had settled in a nearby park floated in masses, settling in large piles, and being raked up by children and adults, who watched said children dive into the soft piles. The sun was rapidly warming everything around, chasing away the morning chill. It was then that the smell of apples wafted past Takeo's nose. The smell was warm, it also had the hint of wood to it, the trees and leaves were giving off their own separate aroma. Takeo inhaled deeply, breathing in the scents and letting them fill his lungs. It was peaceful and relaxing, and it reminded Takeo of Aburatsubo's hair. One dark eyebrow shot upwards but Takeo did not tear his gaze from the expanse of orchard. There were people picking apples off of the trees on one side, and people picking pears in-between the rows of apples. There were patches of strawberries where small children ran, picking the lush fruits and popping them into their mouths, smiling in jubilation. There was a blackberry patch too, but it was carefully supervised because thorns and little kids do not mix. Takeo admired the view for the first time, then turned to Aya, who was waiting patiently with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
"I've figured you've never been, so I decided to give you a full course today. You're rather lucky, most of these fruits can only be found here, or are shipped in."
Aburatsubo spoke softly, keeping his emerald eyes trained on Takeo's face. Something about his expression told Takeo that this place was special to him, and Takeo was not about to ruin something precious.
"Thank you, but what do you mean?" Takeo replied, keeping his eyes level, resisting the urge to let them wander the orchards again.
"You didn't notice because I blindfolded you but this is really a large, sort of unconventional greenhouse. Since some of these fruits are not native to Japan, they must be contained so their seeds won't chase out our native species. However, I think they seem to cope quite well. Come."
Aburatsubo began to walk away without leaving Takeo with much time to speak. Greenhouse? Takeo looked skywards but only blueness winked back at him. Aya had said the greenhouse was unconventional but how would they manage to enclose these things without any apparent barrier? Takeo mused this while walking behind Aburatsubo. A small breeze puffed by, ruffling Takeo's already windblown hair, as if challenging the brown locks somehow. But that was no longer on Takeo's mind. What was however was the way Aburatsubo walked, shifting his weight, allowing his hips to sway sensually whenever he took a step. Takeo was reminded of a cat, and in some ways, a girl. Aburatsubo's maroon hair swayed softly against his back, tracing the way down to where his feet were, the way he placed on right ahead of the other as if walking on an invisible line.
They walked into a small office some distance away, tucked behind and around some bushes; Takeo assumed it was to preserve the naturalness of the scenery. The inside of the building was well managed and slightly air-conditioned. The smell of apples was inside here too, but a lot subtler. Aburatsubo walked up to the woman at the desk, greeting her happily.
"Good morning!" Aburatsubo chirped at the lady.
"Hello Aburatsubo! How have you been?" It seemed they knew each other well.
"Fine, fine, and you?" Aburatsubo lowered his eyelids, which made him seem more happy than sleepy in Takeo's own opinion.
"A bit busier than usual, so, I'm assuming this is the friend you told me you were going to bring around here sometime." The lady seemed nice enough, open and honest. Aburatsubo just began to blush.
"Yeah, this is him, I need an all day-pass today please," Aburatsubo looked so cute when he blushed, for it didn't seem to really happen that often.
"One wicker basket?"
"Sure, I'm sure Takeo won't mind sharing. Can you also hold my things for me as well?"
"Alright, just set it down here, I won't be long." The lady then turned and walked around a desk and into a back room, hidden from view.
Aburatsubo set the duffle bag down, and then turned to Takeo.
"Will you be willing to part with your shoes?"
Takeo snapped to attention. Shoes? He had to take off his shoes? Suddenly Takeo's mind began to wander when Aburatsubo said 'Yes please, could you sit down so I can take them off for you?'
Takeo didn't remember sitting, let alone in a chair. He looked down and saw Aburatsubo kneel in front of him, taking his shoe in his hands and easing it off. Takeo watched as those pale hands also removed the sock underneath the shoe, rolling it up and placing it inside near the toe, and as the second shoe and sock came off. Brown eyes locked on green as Aburatsubo leaned in, running his hands up the smooth flesh of Takeo's leg…
Aburatsubo began to chuckle again as Takeo's eyes glazed over, the one true sign that his mind went off on it's own again. Aburatsubo gracefully peeled off his own shoes and socks and set them, along with Takeo's on the counter. He still had his eyes locked on Takeo when the lady came back, holding a large basket. She looked from Aya to Takeo, then back to Aya again.
"Does he do that often?"
Aburatsubo smiled,
"You have NO idea…"
