Disclaimer:
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for "potty-mouth" language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
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'Thank You's: Again, special thanks goes to...
marsupial, Jin, Keeshe Kal'daka, Whisper Reilman, BlackNailPolish, Joanna, Tortie-chu, Rika-chan, Ayako, Anikka Sedai, siberian, LittleIsa, fei, and Lola!
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Revealing Myself:
Chapter Seven: Get To Know Him
"Aya?"
"What?"
I gulp down the lump in my throat, before I continue. "I... I'm really sorry about what happened earlier... And about last night..."
He looks up from the book he is reading, by the counter, and simply stares at me, impassively.
Unable to face the look in his eyes, I look down at my sneakers. "I'm... I'm really, really, -really- sorry... I shouldn't have just left you... And I'll be more careful, next time."
Turning back to his thick novel, Aya simply says, "It's alright."
I tilt my head, questioningly, wondering if it really -is- alright. However, he says nothing more, so I decide to drop the subject.
Turning my attention back to sweeping the floor, I look around the nearly empty shop. The majority of the school girls have gone home, leaving only a couple of customers and us, workers. I glance at my watch, noting that it is time to close up. I gather the dirt that I have collected, into a dustpan, and dump them into a garbage bin, then fix up some of the flowers on the display table.
We are finally able to close the shutter, so I slip my apron off to hang it up, and head towards my apartment. But, before I am able to take a step up the stairs, a hand clings to my arm. I turn around, to see who it is.
"Aren't you going to ask him anything?" Yoji asks me, quirking an eyebrow.
I frown. "Ask what?"
He lets go of my arm, and sighs, seemingly exasperate of my blank expression. "You're not busy, tonight, are you, KenKen?"
I pause for a moment. There -is- that soccer game on T.V... I resist the urge to groan. "N... No..."
"So, why not ask him to hang out with you?" he suggests, winking mischievously.
"-Hang out-?" That's crazy! Aya... -Hanging out- with -me-? Preposterous!
"Or just be with him." he corrects himself. "Spend time with him."
"What am I suppose to do?" I ask, remembering all of those other times when I 'spent time with him'.
"Hey! Aya!" Yoji, suddenly, calls out.
Aya looks up from the cash register machine. "What?"
Yoji nudges me in the ribs, hard. Shit, that was painful! "Ack! I-I... I mean, uh... Y-You... Wanna do something, tonight?"
Aya narrows his eyes at me, suspiciously. Well, you don't have to be so disgusted, you know! "Why?"
"'Cause you wanna get to know him." Yoji murmurs, under his breath.
"S-So... I could get to... You know... Know you better?" I squeak out, nervously. He's giving me that piercing stare, again! Jeez, why am I always the one on the receiving end of that look?
He doesn't respond for a moment, which doesn't surprise me anymore.
"Fine." he says.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Seemingly satisfied, Yoji pats me on the back and leaves. I continue my trip up the stairs and into my apartment. Remembering the soccer game, I go to my VCR to set up a timed recording. With that done, I grab some clean clothes and head for the bathroom. In the shower, I have time to think things over. So many things have happened, and they have stirred up some unfamiliar feelings in me. I have decided to stop being so ignorant about my behaviour towards the redhead. I guess, this is it. I really -am- ... Bisexual.
No, not gay. I can't be fully gay, since I -know- I'm attracted to girls as well. But then I wonder if I'm attracted to guys, or if I'm just attracted to Aya. There is no doubt that I am fond of my leader; -very- fond of him, in fact. But even when I -try- to think about it, I can't recall ever having been attracted to any other male. Maybe, it's just Aya. Maybe, there's something special about him, that makes me... -Want- him? Do I want him?
If I'm attracted to him, wouldn't that mean I want him? But 'want' seems so... Impersonal. If I want him, I just want his body, and I'm sure there's more to Aya than just his body. Yoji wants girls, but he... He loves Omi. So, if I don't want him, does that mean I -love- him? I don't think so. It's too soon to think about that. I remember my time with Yuriko; I liked her... I liked her a lot, but I know that there was never love. She told me she loved me, but I highly doubt she was sure, herself.
Argh, this is so confusing! So, if I don't want him and I don't love him, what does this all mean? That I just -like- him? I remember a time when Yoji was telling me something about love...
'Love isn't something that slaps you in the face, in the middle of the day. It's something that takes months, even years, to develop. You can never start off a relationship with love, because you'd only be lying to yourself.'
How many years did it take you to realize you were in love with Omi? A few months? A year? Or did it take the whole four years that you have known each other?
So, I guess that's it. I like Aya, and I'm willing to start a relationship with him. But, I won't guarantee that I'll love him in the end.
You've got another problem, Hidaka.
What's that?
How do you know Aya feels the same way? You said so yourself, he deserves so much better. For all you know, he could be thinking that you're the most idiotic faggot he's ever met.
Damn me and my smart-mouthed mind.
But it's right. How -do- I know that Aya feels the same way? The only way to find out is to... I gulp, as I turn off the water. Confess to him. But, I don't think I'm ready for that, yet. I'm not ready for rejection.
I wipe myself with a towel, and slip into my clothes. Shaking water out of my hair, I walk out of the steam-filled bathroom, before making my way to the door. As I step out of my apartment, and lock the door, I see Aya walking towards his own home. I guess, he just got back from the shop.
"Hey." I greet, softly.
"Hi." He unlocks his door, and steps inside, leaving it open for me to walk in. I see him head towards the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower."
"Alright. I'll order a pizza. What do you want?" I ask, lifting up his cordless phone, from the cradle.
"Anything without anchovies." he calls back, before shutting the bathroom door.
I grin at that. I'm the only one, of the four, who actually likes anchovies on a pizza. What's so bad about it? It's just fish! I mean, they eat sushi all of the time, too, so I have no idea why they think it's disgusting.
Shrugging, I dial a number I know so well, and wait for someone to pick up. After ordering a medium-sized, Hawaiian pizza, I sit on the couch and wait for Aya to come out. I look at the coffee table in front of me, and notice that the movie case of 'A Beautiful Mind' was still there. I blush at the embarrassing memory. Turning my head away from it, I look around his living room. It looks exactly the same as the last time I saw it. Jeez, he's so neat!
I hear the bathroom door open, and look up. Wow, that was quick! However, I made a very bad decision by looking at him; he gives me the perfect view of his naked chest; his -very- naked chest. His right hand is holding up a loose towel, wrapped around his waist. Everything seems to freeze, around me, when he appears. He is walking towards me in slow, sensuous footsteps. Water is dripping down his beautifully, sculpted chest, and I find it hard to breath.
Then I see him walk into his bedroom, slamming the door shut, behind him. The slow-motion moment is gone. A large blush creeps up, upon my face. Hidaka! Don't be such a pervert! I wipe my arm across my face, in hopes to wipe the colour off. I can't believe I just... Sat there, and -stared- at him! Oh God! I feel so... Dirty! Ack! What's gotten into me?
'I guess you're not as innocent as everyone thinks you are, KenKen.' I hear Yoji's voice, mocking me.
W-What? Innocent?
At that moment, I hear the bedroom door open again, and Aya steps out. Without a word, he sits down next to me on the couch. If he notices my burning cheeks, he's hiding it really well.
The clock ticks by, slowly, and we sit on the couch, silently. Well, this is awkward...
Finally, he speaks up.
"You wanted to get to know me?" he asks.
Whoa! Did Aya just start a conversation? I look up at him, in surprise. Is he smirking at me?
"I-I-I... W-What? D-D-Did I...?" Stupid Hidaka! You can never stop stuttering, can you?
"What would you like to know?" he continues, as if I hadn't said anything.
What am I suppose to say? I look around the room, for answers. "What do you like to do?" I finally ask.
He gestures towards a book on the coffee table. I remember seeing it, the last time I was over.
"Oh." I say, simply. Oh man, this is so uncomfortable! If only he would just speak more often, then we wouldn't be in this position.
The ringing of the doorbell. Saved by the bell! I quickly leap off the couch, and head for the entrance. After paying the delivery man, I close the door and head for the kitchen, where Aya is setting up plates and drinks. I open up the box, and breath in the delicious arouma of a freshly, baked pizza.
We settle down to eat our dinner, once again in silence. I start to wonder, if we ever got into a relationship, would our time together be in silence, as well? Or maybe, it would be one of those comfortable silences, I always hear people talk about. Well, I know for sure that this is definitely -not- a comfortable one.
Oh well, at least I'm not causing any accidents, at the moment.
"Whoops!" I say, when I accidentally tip over my glass of coke.
I spoke too soon.
Before I can even consider it, Aya gets up to grab a cloth, and returns to wipe away the puddle. Hidaka, you damn klutz! I mutter a quiet "thanks" before we resume our dinner. That was a bit unusual. It's not like Aya to just clean up a mess he didn't make, without reprimanding me. Maybe he's trying to be extra nice, today.
When we finish our meal, we head back towards the living room. This time, I decide to strike up a conversation.
"So, do you only read during your spare time?" I ask, a bit nervously.
"No." he replies. I don't think he would say anymore, but he surprises me with, "I watch T.V. sometimes."
"Really? What do you watch?"
He shrugs. "Anything that's on."
I smile at him. "Do you watch sports?" Hey! It doesn't hurt to try! I mean, for all we know, he could be a -huge- soccer fan!
"No."
Then again, maybe not.
"That's alright. I like to watch comedy, myself. How 'bout you?" I settle myself on his couch, once more, and he follows me.
"No." Could you expand your vocabulary a bit?
"Okay, then. What do you wanna watch?"
"Don't know."
I grab the T.V. Guide on his coffee table and look through it. "Hey! There's a horror movie on at ten! Wanna watch that?"
"Don't care."
I can feel my eye twitching. This is really getting on my nerves.
"Could you add a few more words to your sentences?"
"Why?"
Before I can stop it, I hear a growl come out of my throat. "Because... Just -'cause-!"
He looks at me, in amusement. I frown at him. My frustration should be taken seriously! I grab the remote from the coffee table, and switch the T.V. on. I surf through the channels before I find the one I want, and we wait -- in silence! -- for the movie to begin.
I can't say that I'm a fan of horror movies. I only chose it because it seemed like the only movie available.
The lights are turned off. Eek! What the hell just happened? The power couldn't have gone out, because the T.V. is still on! Do you think it's a ghost? Is there a phantom living in Aya's apartment?
"It's better to watch horror movies in the dark." Aya informs me, coming back from the light switch.
Did I mention that I didn't like horror movies? Jeez! The movie hasn't even started and I'm already getting paranoid! How am I gonna sleep, tonight?
After many commercials, the movie is finally starting. The screen flicks to two, young, teenage girls watching a video on the T.V. One of the girls mention that there is a rumor that whoever watches that tape will get a phone call, before they are murdered several days later. So why the hell are you watching it, ya losers? Several days come way too soon, and I can't help but cover my eyes as the girls are slaughtered. [1]
Okay, I don't like this movie. How about the Comedy Network? Or the Sports Channel? The soccer game is still on, ya know!
But I'm unable to tell Aya this, since I'm sure he wouldn't be interested in a soccer game. I try to ignore my fears, and continue to watch.
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"Don't watch the tape again! You already got the damn phone call!" I cry out, fearfully. Beside me, Aya looks at me as if I've gone insane. Well, you would, too, if you're watching the main character act so stupidly. Jeez, she is -so- gonna die!
"She can't hear you." Aya informs, simply.
"I know. But I can't help it." I tell him, and he smiles. I look at him again, hoping to see his lips curve once more, but to no avail.
"She'll be alright." he tells me.
"You've seen this?" I ask.
"Yeah." he responds, nodding his head.
"What happens?" I turn my whole body towards him. I don't want to watch the next scene.
"Not telling." His gaze is still fixed on the screen before us.
"Why the hell not?" I demand, scowling.
"Just watch." Still staring at the screen.
"I don't wanna wait."
"You'll find out soon enough."
"But, I wanna know -now-."
"Be patient."
"I don't have that virtue."
"Well, be patient, anyway."
"I don't wanna."
"You whine, too much."
"No, I don't!"
"You do."
"I don't."
"You do."
"I don't!"
"You do."
"Shut up!"
"Make me." He finally turns to me, with a small grin. At his expression, I completely freeze. Whoa... You don't see that everyday. I stare at him some more before my body seems to have a mind of its on, for I feel myself lean forward towards his face. He, in turn, leans closer to mine, his eyes drooping slightly. Closer, closer, closer...
His lips brush mine, just faintly, and my eyes close. That was nice... He presses his lips against mine. I -really- like that. This moment seems to last for an eternity, but I feel that eternity just isn't enough.
I gasp, snapping my eyes open, when he starts to move his mouth against mine. Whoa! This isn't like any kiss I've ever had. Actually, this is probably my most intimate kiss I've ever had with -anyone- I've dated. I guess I've been missing out on a lot, huh? I stare into his face as we kiss, his eyes are closed, and I can't help but feel rude for staring at him. So I close my eyes again, trying to memorize this wonderful feeling of finally being intimate with the man I -like-.
I can faintly hear the screams and sound effects of the movie we are suppose to be watching, but I don't care anymore. I feel one of Aya's arm slip around my waist, and push me down gently onto the couch. He wants to lie on top of me. At this, I snap my eyes open again. Aren't we going just a -little- bit fast?
Both of his arms are around me now, and his mouth is grounding itself into mind. This would have been nice if I weren't so worried about what was going to happen. I gently try to push him away, but he only tightens his arms around me. I feel something push at my lips, and I open them up, only to have something wet and slick slide inside. His tongue starts to roam around, like he's seeking something, but can't seem to find it.
Something tells me he's done this before, and that thought scares me a bit.
I try to push him away again, but he doesn't stop. I think I've had enough of this. This time, I try my best to push him away, closing my mouth in the process.
Suddenly, Aya's arms are no longer hugging me, and our bodies are no longer touching.
"Ow! You bit my lip!" he cries, glaring at me. His hand is covering his swollen, and probably bleeding, mouth.
"Well, you wouldn't stop!" I defend myself. It was the only way!
He stares down at me, and I can't help but feel intimidated by our positions.
Scowling at me some more, he climbs off of the couch, and leaves the room. I gap in shock at his actions. What the...?
What the hell just happened?
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes:
[1] This is an actual Japanese, horror movie I saw last summer. I'm not too sure if the opening scene was accurate, since I only remember two girls watching the tape and getting killed. Does the plot sound familiar? I think an American company created a movie with a similar story, with a mysterious tape and murders. It's coming out soon, if it hasn't come out already. But just remember that Japan did it first!
Eek! That was my -first- kissing scene! Actually, it was my first intimate scene I've ever written! Tell me if it was good, -please-! Were the descriptions good enough? Was it written at the right spot? Did it develop too quickly? Did it just suck like hell?
Cece: It's simple! Click on the 'review' button below *points down to your left* and you get a date with KenKen! *shoves Ken into the spotlight*
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for "potty-mouth" language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
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'Thank You's: Again, special thanks goes to...
marsupial, Jin, Keeshe Kal'daka, Whisper Reilman, BlackNailPolish, Joanna, Tortie-chu, Rika-chan, Ayako, Anikka Sedai, siberian, LittleIsa, fei, and Lola!
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Revealing Myself:
Chapter Seven: Get To Know Him
"Aya?"
"What?"
I gulp down the lump in my throat, before I continue. "I... I'm really sorry about what happened earlier... And about last night..."
He looks up from the book he is reading, by the counter, and simply stares at me, impassively.
Unable to face the look in his eyes, I look down at my sneakers. "I'm... I'm really, really, -really- sorry... I shouldn't have just left you... And I'll be more careful, next time."
Turning back to his thick novel, Aya simply says, "It's alright."
I tilt my head, questioningly, wondering if it really -is- alright. However, he says nothing more, so I decide to drop the subject.
Turning my attention back to sweeping the floor, I look around the nearly empty shop. The majority of the school girls have gone home, leaving only a couple of customers and us, workers. I glance at my watch, noting that it is time to close up. I gather the dirt that I have collected, into a dustpan, and dump them into a garbage bin, then fix up some of the flowers on the display table.
We are finally able to close the shutter, so I slip my apron off to hang it up, and head towards my apartment. But, before I am able to take a step up the stairs, a hand clings to my arm. I turn around, to see who it is.
"Aren't you going to ask him anything?" Yoji asks me, quirking an eyebrow.
I frown. "Ask what?"
He lets go of my arm, and sighs, seemingly exasperate of my blank expression. "You're not busy, tonight, are you, KenKen?"
I pause for a moment. There -is- that soccer game on T.V... I resist the urge to groan. "N... No..."
"So, why not ask him to hang out with you?" he suggests, winking mischievously.
"-Hang out-?" That's crazy! Aya... -Hanging out- with -me-? Preposterous!
"Or just be with him." he corrects himself. "Spend time with him."
"What am I suppose to do?" I ask, remembering all of those other times when I 'spent time with him'.
"Hey! Aya!" Yoji, suddenly, calls out.
Aya looks up from the cash register machine. "What?"
Yoji nudges me in the ribs, hard. Shit, that was painful! "Ack! I-I... I mean, uh... Y-You... Wanna do something, tonight?"
Aya narrows his eyes at me, suspiciously. Well, you don't have to be so disgusted, you know! "Why?"
"'Cause you wanna get to know him." Yoji murmurs, under his breath.
"S-So... I could get to... You know... Know you better?" I squeak out, nervously. He's giving me that piercing stare, again! Jeez, why am I always the one on the receiving end of that look?
He doesn't respond for a moment, which doesn't surprise me anymore.
"Fine." he says.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Seemingly satisfied, Yoji pats me on the back and leaves. I continue my trip up the stairs and into my apartment. Remembering the soccer game, I go to my VCR to set up a timed recording. With that done, I grab some clean clothes and head for the bathroom. In the shower, I have time to think things over. So many things have happened, and they have stirred up some unfamiliar feelings in me. I have decided to stop being so ignorant about my behaviour towards the redhead. I guess, this is it. I really -am- ... Bisexual.
No, not gay. I can't be fully gay, since I -know- I'm attracted to girls as well. But then I wonder if I'm attracted to guys, or if I'm just attracted to Aya. There is no doubt that I am fond of my leader; -very- fond of him, in fact. But even when I -try- to think about it, I can't recall ever having been attracted to any other male. Maybe, it's just Aya. Maybe, there's something special about him, that makes me... -Want- him? Do I want him?
If I'm attracted to him, wouldn't that mean I want him? But 'want' seems so... Impersonal. If I want him, I just want his body, and I'm sure there's more to Aya than just his body. Yoji wants girls, but he... He loves Omi. So, if I don't want him, does that mean I -love- him? I don't think so. It's too soon to think about that. I remember my time with Yuriko; I liked her... I liked her a lot, but I know that there was never love. She told me she loved me, but I highly doubt she was sure, herself.
Argh, this is so confusing! So, if I don't want him and I don't love him, what does this all mean? That I just -like- him? I remember a time when Yoji was telling me something about love...
'Love isn't something that slaps you in the face, in the middle of the day. It's something that takes months, even years, to develop. You can never start off a relationship with love, because you'd only be lying to yourself.'
How many years did it take you to realize you were in love with Omi? A few months? A year? Or did it take the whole four years that you have known each other?
So, I guess that's it. I like Aya, and I'm willing to start a relationship with him. But, I won't guarantee that I'll love him in the end.
You've got another problem, Hidaka.
What's that?
How do you know Aya feels the same way? You said so yourself, he deserves so much better. For all you know, he could be thinking that you're the most idiotic faggot he's ever met.
Damn me and my smart-mouthed mind.
But it's right. How -do- I know that Aya feels the same way? The only way to find out is to... I gulp, as I turn off the water. Confess to him. But, I don't think I'm ready for that, yet. I'm not ready for rejection.
I wipe myself with a towel, and slip into my clothes. Shaking water out of my hair, I walk out of the steam-filled bathroom, before making my way to the door. As I step out of my apartment, and lock the door, I see Aya walking towards his own home. I guess, he just got back from the shop.
"Hey." I greet, softly.
"Hi." He unlocks his door, and steps inside, leaving it open for me to walk in. I see him head towards the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower."
"Alright. I'll order a pizza. What do you want?" I ask, lifting up his cordless phone, from the cradle.
"Anything without anchovies." he calls back, before shutting the bathroom door.
I grin at that. I'm the only one, of the four, who actually likes anchovies on a pizza. What's so bad about it? It's just fish! I mean, they eat sushi all of the time, too, so I have no idea why they think it's disgusting.
Shrugging, I dial a number I know so well, and wait for someone to pick up. After ordering a medium-sized, Hawaiian pizza, I sit on the couch and wait for Aya to come out. I look at the coffee table in front of me, and notice that the movie case of 'A Beautiful Mind' was still there. I blush at the embarrassing memory. Turning my head away from it, I look around his living room. It looks exactly the same as the last time I saw it. Jeez, he's so neat!
I hear the bathroom door open, and look up. Wow, that was quick! However, I made a very bad decision by looking at him; he gives me the perfect view of his naked chest; his -very- naked chest. His right hand is holding up a loose towel, wrapped around his waist. Everything seems to freeze, around me, when he appears. He is walking towards me in slow, sensuous footsteps. Water is dripping down his beautifully, sculpted chest, and I find it hard to breath.
Then I see him walk into his bedroom, slamming the door shut, behind him. The slow-motion moment is gone. A large blush creeps up, upon my face. Hidaka! Don't be such a pervert! I wipe my arm across my face, in hopes to wipe the colour off. I can't believe I just... Sat there, and -stared- at him! Oh God! I feel so... Dirty! Ack! What's gotten into me?
'I guess you're not as innocent as everyone thinks you are, KenKen.' I hear Yoji's voice, mocking me.
W-What? Innocent?
At that moment, I hear the bedroom door open again, and Aya steps out. Without a word, he sits down next to me on the couch. If he notices my burning cheeks, he's hiding it really well.
The clock ticks by, slowly, and we sit on the couch, silently. Well, this is awkward...
Finally, he speaks up.
"You wanted to get to know me?" he asks.
Whoa! Did Aya just start a conversation? I look up at him, in surprise. Is he smirking at me?
"I-I-I... W-What? D-D-Did I...?" Stupid Hidaka! You can never stop stuttering, can you?
"What would you like to know?" he continues, as if I hadn't said anything.
What am I suppose to say? I look around the room, for answers. "What do you like to do?" I finally ask.
He gestures towards a book on the coffee table. I remember seeing it, the last time I was over.
"Oh." I say, simply. Oh man, this is so uncomfortable! If only he would just speak more often, then we wouldn't be in this position.
The ringing of the doorbell. Saved by the bell! I quickly leap off the couch, and head for the entrance. After paying the delivery man, I close the door and head for the kitchen, where Aya is setting up plates and drinks. I open up the box, and breath in the delicious arouma of a freshly, baked pizza.
We settle down to eat our dinner, once again in silence. I start to wonder, if we ever got into a relationship, would our time together be in silence, as well? Or maybe, it would be one of those comfortable silences, I always hear people talk about. Well, I know for sure that this is definitely -not- a comfortable one.
Oh well, at least I'm not causing any accidents, at the moment.
"Whoops!" I say, when I accidentally tip over my glass of coke.
I spoke too soon.
Before I can even consider it, Aya gets up to grab a cloth, and returns to wipe away the puddle. Hidaka, you damn klutz! I mutter a quiet "thanks" before we resume our dinner. That was a bit unusual. It's not like Aya to just clean up a mess he didn't make, without reprimanding me. Maybe he's trying to be extra nice, today.
When we finish our meal, we head back towards the living room. This time, I decide to strike up a conversation.
"So, do you only read during your spare time?" I ask, a bit nervously.
"No." he replies. I don't think he would say anymore, but he surprises me with, "I watch T.V. sometimes."
"Really? What do you watch?"
He shrugs. "Anything that's on."
I smile at him. "Do you watch sports?" Hey! It doesn't hurt to try! I mean, for all we know, he could be a -huge- soccer fan!
"No."
Then again, maybe not.
"That's alright. I like to watch comedy, myself. How 'bout you?" I settle myself on his couch, once more, and he follows me.
"No." Could you expand your vocabulary a bit?
"Okay, then. What do you wanna watch?"
"Don't know."
I grab the T.V. Guide on his coffee table and look through it. "Hey! There's a horror movie on at ten! Wanna watch that?"
"Don't care."
I can feel my eye twitching. This is really getting on my nerves.
"Could you add a few more words to your sentences?"
"Why?"
Before I can stop it, I hear a growl come out of my throat. "Because... Just -'cause-!"
He looks at me, in amusement. I frown at him. My frustration should be taken seriously! I grab the remote from the coffee table, and switch the T.V. on. I surf through the channels before I find the one I want, and we wait -- in silence! -- for the movie to begin.
I can't say that I'm a fan of horror movies. I only chose it because it seemed like the only movie available.
The lights are turned off. Eek! What the hell just happened? The power couldn't have gone out, because the T.V. is still on! Do you think it's a ghost? Is there a phantom living in Aya's apartment?
"It's better to watch horror movies in the dark." Aya informs me, coming back from the light switch.
Did I mention that I didn't like horror movies? Jeez! The movie hasn't even started and I'm already getting paranoid! How am I gonna sleep, tonight?
After many commercials, the movie is finally starting. The screen flicks to two, young, teenage girls watching a video on the T.V. One of the girls mention that there is a rumor that whoever watches that tape will get a phone call, before they are murdered several days later. So why the hell are you watching it, ya losers? Several days come way too soon, and I can't help but cover my eyes as the girls are slaughtered. [1]
Okay, I don't like this movie. How about the Comedy Network? Or the Sports Channel? The soccer game is still on, ya know!
But I'm unable to tell Aya this, since I'm sure he wouldn't be interested in a soccer game. I try to ignore my fears, and continue to watch.
***
"Don't watch the tape again! You already got the damn phone call!" I cry out, fearfully. Beside me, Aya looks at me as if I've gone insane. Well, you would, too, if you're watching the main character act so stupidly. Jeez, she is -so- gonna die!
"She can't hear you." Aya informs, simply.
"I know. But I can't help it." I tell him, and he smiles. I look at him again, hoping to see his lips curve once more, but to no avail.
"She'll be alright." he tells me.
"You've seen this?" I ask.
"Yeah." he responds, nodding his head.
"What happens?" I turn my whole body towards him. I don't want to watch the next scene.
"Not telling." His gaze is still fixed on the screen before us.
"Why the hell not?" I demand, scowling.
"Just watch." Still staring at the screen.
"I don't wanna wait."
"You'll find out soon enough."
"But, I wanna know -now-."
"Be patient."
"I don't have that virtue."
"Well, be patient, anyway."
"I don't wanna."
"You whine, too much."
"No, I don't!"
"You do."
"I don't."
"You do."
"I don't!"
"You do."
"Shut up!"
"Make me." He finally turns to me, with a small grin. At his expression, I completely freeze. Whoa... You don't see that everyday. I stare at him some more before my body seems to have a mind of its on, for I feel myself lean forward towards his face. He, in turn, leans closer to mine, his eyes drooping slightly. Closer, closer, closer...
His lips brush mine, just faintly, and my eyes close. That was nice... He presses his lips against mine. I -really- like that. This moment seems to last for an eternity, but I feel that eternity just isn't enough.
I gasp, snapping my eyes open, when he starts to move his mouth against mine. Whoa! This isn't like any kiss I've ever had. Actually, this is probably my most intimate kiss I've ever had with -anyone- I've dated. I guess I've been missing out on a lot, huh? I stare into his face as we kiss, his eyes are closed, and I can't help but feel rude for staring at him. So I close my eyes again, trying to memorize this wonderful feeling of finally being intimate with the man I -like-.
I can faintly hear the screams and sound effects of the movie we are suppose to be watching, but I don't care anymore. I feel one of Aya's arm slip around my waist, and push me down gently onto the couch. He wants to lie on top of me. At this, I snap my eyes open again. Aren't we going just a -little- bit fast?
Both of his arms are around me now, and his mouth is grounding itself into mind. This would have been nice if I weren't so worried about what was going to happen. I gently try to push him away, but he only tightens his arms around me. I feel something push at my lips, and I open them up, only to have something wet and slick slide inside. His tongue starts to roam around, like he's seeking something, but can't seem to find it.
Something tells me he's done this before, and that thought scares me a bit.
I try to push him away again, but he doesn't stop. I think I've had enough of this. This time, I try my best to push him away, closing my mouth in the process.
Suddenly, Aya's arms are no longer hugging me, and our bodies are no longer touching.
"Ow! You bit my lip!" he cries, glaring at me. His hand is covering his swollen, and probably bleeding, mouth.
"Well, you wouldn't stop!" I defend myself. It was the only way!
He stares down at me, and I can't help but feel intimidated by our positions.
Scowling at me some more, he climbs off of the couch, and leaves the room. I gap in shock at his actions. What the...?
What the hell just happened?
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes:
[1] This is an actual Japanese, horror movie I saw last summer. I'm not too sure if the opening scene was accurate, since I only remember two girls watching the tape and getting killed. Does the plot sound familiar? I think an American company created a movie with a similar story, with a mysterious tape and murders. It's coming out soon, if it hasn't come out already. But just remember that Japan did it first!
Eek! That was my -first- kissing scene! Actually, it was my first intimate scene I've ever written! Tell me if it was good, -please-! Were the descriptions good enough? Was it written at the right spot? Did it develop too quickly? Did it just suck like hell?
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