AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, thanks for the reviews again, they really are helpful
and encouraging. I feel so loved right now! **dances** Yeah, anyhow, Rei
got suspended for fighting against the bully, Senzo. Oh, if I made it
sound like Shiori was moving, she's not; she's sticking around. Here I
think I develop the character of Sei better.I was afraid he was becoming
some sort of wimp, which is not what I intended.
Oh, I received this e-mail from someone named "Maria" asking about the author of Mars. I suck at replies, so I'm just gonna say that the author of Mars was FUYUMI SORYO. Hope that helped you, here's Chapter 4.
CHAPTER FOUR
This excited Desdemona, to be with Sei. She couldn't explain why; maybe she was just bored and felt like skipping school to spend time watching motorcycle races with a boy. Not a Neanderthal, not some sort of sex craved weasel (yet), but just a regular boy. She sighed.
Fuck, I'm thinking like Shiori.
"Let's stop in the first parking lot we find," suggested Sei. His posture and the more words in his sentences made him seem more at ease with Desdemona, maybe he thought that she wasn't going to beat and abuse him. Silly boy, she wouldn't hurt him.no body hurts someone until they've gained their trust.
Desdemona smirked, "You've got it, buddy." Their eyes scanned and scanned for the first parking lot they could find, the odds as random as lottery numbers. A smile pasted their faces as they saw their target.
Supermarket.
"Park here, park here," Sei said excitedly. Desdemona pulled in, executing a near perfect turn, knowing Shiori's driving abilities, probably the only perfect turn Shiori's car would ever experience. Searching for the perfect parking spot after the perfect turn, Desdemona parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt. Chucking the sunglasses in the backseat, she tied her flannel shirt around her waist and ran her hand through her hair.
"Where do you want to start?" asked Desdemona, flirting her light brown mane in the sun. Sei glanced over at her, and whispered, "Catch me if you can." He immediately took off into the supermarket, Doc Martens treading against the graveled cement. Couple seconds later, Desdemona realized what he'd done, and chased after him.
Her feet stopped her as she stepped into the supermarket, glancing past the cashiers and the bag boys and girls possibly aspiring for something more or something less. She'd find her pixie art boy in these aisles of balanced breakfasts and false advertising.
"Miss, can I--" Eager employee; youth faced, Pomade hair. Desdemona left him in the dust. Head for the land of the soft drinks. She stood in the aisle, pretending to scan the Pepsi and Coca Colas that looked so similar. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sei peak around the corner, wispy blonde bangs hiding his mysterious eyes. Seeking the moment, Desdemona turned so quickly that she left marks on the tile, and launched herself at Sei. Startled, Sei stepped back a bit. Desdemona grabbed his shirt, tugging him down with her as she skidded across the tile and knocked into the cereal boxes. Desdemona shrieked as the cereal box pyramid tumbled down on the two of them.
Sei laid beside her, laughing hysterically to the point where he was just shaking. Desdemona snorted and started laughing too, throwing her head back so the last cereal box tumbled down and hit her. Desdemona took the fetal position of lying on her knees and slapping the floor, hoping it would understand too.
Babyface employee hurried over, and the overgrown chipmunk's ear went bright red, "What the hell are you doing?! You better clean this up!!"
"We will," said Sei, wiping the tears streaming down his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Desdemona was still cackling. She brought her face to his, and asked, "Are you crying?"
"Yeah," Sei laughed.
"Me too," Desdemona wiped a tear away and then asked. "How are we going to pick this up?"
"Beats me," Sei shrugged.
"Let's get a shopping cart!" decided Desdemona. She pushed Sei as the two darted forward to the shopping cart regiment. Desdemona leaped into the cart, nearly falling down. She turned to Sei, and tossed him a wink, "Lead me, love boat captain!"
"Sure thing." He pulled the cart out of the rack, and he rushed down the aisle to where the mess lay. Desdemona shrieked with delight, rocking the shopping cart boat and tossing her hair back. Sei leapt on and they sailed together, boy and girl, aboard a metal love boat. Old women clucked their tongues and muttered "damn children", children stared and wondered why the big kids were acting so funny. The employees gaped, stared in shock, wondering why of all days they HAD to get the bratty teenagers. Sei wasn't thinking really. He just wanted to be here with this strange girl he'd met at school.
"Oh fuck, stop Sei stop!" Hearing her scream, Sei used his feet as brakes, just barely avoiding another mess. They approached their destination of spilt cereal boxes, and began to diligently clean it up until Babyface popped up again.
"Hey, what's hanging?" asked Desdemona.
Babyface wasn't pleased; "You two, get out of the store now!"
The two glanced at each other and figured that that was the best solution, so they hurried outside. To make up for the trouble, Sei tossed a wad of money at one of the cashiers before exiting. The cashier looked down at the money, and smiled, and for the first time in three years she wouldn't have to pay for her food with the strip joint money she'd picked up after work.
But throwing them out did little good. Desdemona spotted a robotic horse, and grinned to Sei. "Got any money?"
Sei handed her some money. Eagerly, Desdemona hurried over to the pony, slipping the cash in. It began to rock back and forth, and even Sei knew with her smirk and tousled hair what she was about to do.
"Haha, oh yeah, yes, oh baby YES!" she shouted. Desdemona's hand met the mechanical pony's rear, and Sei giggled a bit. Mothers shielded their children's eyes from the sight as Desdemona continued to make loud, drawn out orgasm sounds in the afternoon.
"That was fun," Desdemona said as she hopped off. A middle-aged woman with tangled rat hair and tacky pink glasses glanced around, and then hopped onto the horse hoping for a similar experience.
Sei and Desdemona walked back to the Jeep. She crawled into the backseat, muttering about Shiori keeping an icebox around there somewhere. Sei turned his head to see over his shoulder, and blushed as he stared directly at her backside. As fine of a backside as it was, Sei wasn't ready for a bitchslap after their little adventure.
"Found it!" Desdemona said triumphantly, waving the soda around like the White Flag. Leaning her legs over the car, Desdemona stretched out on the backseat, "Come on, sit back here, Sei." Pink tinted Sei's cheeks, and he wasn't sure of what to do. Unlike Rei, he never understood how to deal with the advances of the girls that had followed him home and hoped that since they couldn't have Rei, they could have his identical twin brother. His hands began to sweat rivers.
"I've got your messenger bag," sang Desdemona. Glacning over, Sei saw her holding the broken backpack out of the car and into the parking lot. Sei lunged for it, but Desdemona tangled her hand away. Falling into the backseat on top of Desdemona, Sei flushed. Desdemona giggled a bit, made some room for Sei to sit down, and then leaned her head back on his jean- covered knee as she sipped soda and stared at the sky.
"Clouds look nice today," Desdemona murmured.
Sei nodded and stared up at the sky, "Yeah, good day to skip, I guess." Giggles ensued from the girl on his knee. Her hair laid across his lap.
"I hate this song," muttered Desdemona as the car radio's tune played some popular music. She sighed and settled down. For the first time, their little adventure had seemed to cool, and for what seemed like an hour the two sat there, staring up at the sky.
"Sei Kashino, is that you?!"
Nearly jumping, Sei turned towards the sound. Desdemona sat up. She approached, hair tied in a ponytail, wrapped in comfortable sweatshirts and leg warmers. She placed her hands on her hips and messed with Sei's hair, "Hey you."
"Hey Kyoko," he said.
"School's not out yet," she said with her twentysomething superiority.
Sei nodded, "Got boring. And beaten up."
"That justifies it," replied she, shrugging. She noticed Desdemona, "You are?"
"This is my friend, Desdemona. Desdemona, this is Kyoko Kawasaki. She races with my brother, she's getting married to our friend, Akitaka."
"Hey," Kyoko warmly said, offering her hand. Desdemona sat up and ran a hand through her hair. The new girl's hand was the sign of peace. She was not a girl even remotely interested in Sei. A mutual pact where she would not attempt to take Sei's attention away. Defensive mechanism down.
Desdemona shook her hand, "Nice to meet you." For once, she wasn't lying. Kyoko didn't seem like a complete bitch.yet.
"Here, let's get you home, Rei's going to be so proud of you, ditching class and all," Kyoko said. She motioned to Desdemona then the car, "This your car?"
"Sorta," Desdemona admitted. "It's Shiori's."
"Oh." Kyoko said, her lip curled. Resentment. Desdemona wasn't going to argue with it; Shiori could, more accurately, nearly always was a stuck-up bitch. But she was a bitch who gave Desdemona rides to school and set her up with her sloppy seconds.
"I'd offer to give you two a ride home, but I just rode my motorcycle over here, you two better head home," Kyoko replied, walking away. "Rei will be there. Nice meeting you." Nodded curtly, then turned to enter the supermarket Sei and Desdemona had ruined. Desdemona sighed, shook her head sleepily, "Better get this bitch back to the bitch."
"Shiori's nice," Sei said defensively and a bit too quickly for Desdemona's tastes.
"Can be," muttered Desdemona. She decided to drop the subject and climb into the front seat. Turning of the key. And we're off! Desdemona drove the Jeep home, and the ride home was undesirably blank. They drove into foreign territory: rich city brat territory, with the lawn gnomes and the drawn shudders and the koi ponds in the front yard. She parked the car outside Shiori Sakurazawa's mansion. A bloated dollhouse with three stories; more room then Desdemona had ever dreamed of. A boy was sitting on the mansion-next-door's lawn, painting. As he heard the engine die, his ears perked up, glasses perched on his nose.
"Sei!" Second time he nearly jumped. Glancing around, he saw Shuichi Takemura hurry over. He wore glasses and had curly hair and painted impressionistic paintings that were hollow. But ultimately he would grow up and go to Prestigious Art College and die a wealthy, content man. He was Sei's friend. Desdemona knew him as the boy Shiori liked to fuck with and mess with his mind.
"School let out already?" asked Sei.
Takemura nodded. Sei remembered the girl, and said, "Desdemona, this is Takemura.
"Hey," Desdemona said.
His eyes were so cold, so suspicious; "You took her car?"
"So? It's not like she doesn't have enough already." Desdemona's face hid behind her hair, and she bit her lip, pout smeared across her face, "Yeah, I took it, but I treated it better then she ever has." Takemura studied the car and nodded. He had to give her credit for that, and so he did.
Desdemona hopped out of the car, slamming the door shut, "You can tell her it's ok."
Takemura shrugged, "She didn't even notice it was gone." He turned to Sei, "Need a ride home?"
"It'd be nice," Sei said.
"How about you?" asked Takemura. The nod said yes, and so Sei and Takemura piled into his car, and Desdemona sat in the backseat. The two art students began to babble incessantly about art and paintbrushes and words and worlds foreign to Desdemona. Her fingers admired the fine Italian leather lining, and she wanted to lay down on it. Fall fast asleep.
"We're here."
"Hmmm."
"Desdemona? Hey, Desdemona, come on, wake up."
"You can call me Desi, you know," murmured Desdemona as she stretched. Sei's hand was on her arm, comfortingly there. He timidly pulled back as she woke up. She stretched a bit and smacked her lips hungrily.
"Hey, you two losers finally showed up!"
"Thanks for the call, Rei," Takemura said. Rei stood outside, basketball in his arm, his eyes dancing with smirking satisfaction. His eyes glowed as Sei helped Desdemona out of the car, and he grinned.
"Well if it isn't the lovely who convinced my brother to skip class," Rei smiled with admiration.
Desdemona nodded, still waking up, "Yeah, Desdemona Eastwood." With one hand in her jeans, she held out her hand for Rei. Rei knelt down and kissed it softly. Smile tugged at the corner of Desdemona's lips.
"Well well well, Desi, I'm--"
"I know, I know, Rei," Desdemona said.
Rei punched his brother playfully, "So how'd you get my tight ass brother to do it? Did he cry?" Sei blushed uncontrollably.
"Nah, I did," said Desdemona, leaning against the car. Takemura stood by, staring at his shoes and kicking dust. He never interested Desdemona that much; he was really just the twins' shadow, reactionary laughing. Nice enough guy, though.
Desdemona glanced down at the basketball in Rei's hands; "You play much?"
"Yeah," Rei said, grinning. "Here, let me show you some of my moves." He took Desdemona's hand and walked her over to the hoop.
Takemura shrugged, "She just another one of Rei's one nighters?"
Sei glared at his friend, "No, of course not! She has too much respect to be.like that...just shut up about her! She's a nice girl."
"Love always does help the art."
Sei blushed again, before vehemently spitting, "NO! I don't like her! Besides, you know about me and Shiori."
"Oh, right. How you like her."
"Hey, Shiori's a--"
"Great girl with a beautiful mind and you've liked her for the longest time, blah blah blah," Takemura sighed and kicked some more dust. Rei was standing real close to Desdemona, one hand dangerously low on her waist, the other on her hand trying to shoot the ball. He was whispering something into her ear, and Desdemona smirked a little. Sei's fists clenched briefly before he realized what was going on.
"Look, Shiori's been my neighbor for as long as I can remember. We went to school together, we played together, we even had our first kiss on the playground. But she's not as perfect as you think, Sei--"
"Stop lecturing me, Shuichi," muttered Sei. "Shiori's perfect for me, don't talk trash about her around me."
The jangle of the ring as Desdemona sank one. She giggled.
"Well, I've had my fun for the day," Desdemona said. She hugged Rei (longer then Sei liked). She slowly walked over to Sei and touched his hand. Then, delicately, she kissed
him.
"Call me," she whispered against his cheek. And immediately she was buckled in Takemura's car, waiting to be driven home.
Takemura gave Sei a knowing look before he buckled himself as well and drove off.
Oh, I received this e-mail from someone named "Maria" asking about the author of Mars. I suck at replies, so I'm just gonna say that the author of Mars was FUYUMI SORYO. Hope that helped you, here's Chapter 4.
CHAPTER FOUR
This excited Desdemona, to be with Sei. She couldn't explain why; maybe she was just bored and felt like skipping school to spend time watching motorcycle races with a boy. Not a Neanderthal, not some sort of sex craved weasel (yet), but just a regular boy. She sighed.
Fuck, I'm thinking like Shiori.
"Let's stop in the first parking lot we find," suggested Sei. His posture and the more words in his sentences made him seem more at ease with Desdemona, maybe he thought that she wasn't going to beat and abuse him. Silly boy, she wouldn't hurt him.no body hurts someone until they've gained their trust.
Desdemona smirked, "You've got it, buddy." Their eyes scanned and scanned for the first parking lot they could find, the odds as random as lottery numbers. A smile pasted their faces as they saw their target.
Supermarket.
"Park here, park here," Sei said excitedly. Desdemona pulled in, executing a near perfect turn, knowing Shiori's driving abilities, probably the only perfect turn Shiori's car would ever experience. Searching for the perfect parking spot after the perfect turn, Desdemona parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt. Chucking the sunglasses in the backseat, she tied her flannel shirt around her waist and ran her hand through her hair.
"Where do you want to start?" asked Desdemona, flirting her light brown mane in the sun. Sei glanced over at her, and whispered, "Catch me if you can." He immediately took off into the supermarket, Doc Martens treading against the graveled cement. Couple seconds later, Desdemona realized what he'd done, and chased after him.
Her feet stopped her as she stepped into the supermarket, glancing past the cashiers and the bag boys and girls possibly aspiring for something more or something less. She'd find her pixie art boy in these aisles of balanced breakfasts and false advertising.
"Miss, can I--" Eager employee; youth faced, Pomade hair. Desdemona left him in the dust. Head for the land of the soft drinks. She stood in the aisle, pretending to scan the Pepsi and Coca Colas that looked so similar. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sei peak around the corner, wispy blonde bangs hiding his mysterious eyes. Seeking the moment, Desdemona turned so quickly that she left marks on the tile, and launched herself at Sei. Startled, Sei stepped back a bit. Desdemona grabbed his shirt, tugging him down with her as she skidded across the tile and knocked into the cereal boxes. Desdemona shrieked as the cereal box pyramid tumbled down on the two of them.
Sei laid beside her, laughing hysterically to the point where he was just shaking. Desdemona snorted and started laughing too, throwing her head back so the last cereal box tumbled down and hit her. Desdemona took the fetal position of lying on her knees and slapping the floor, hoping it would understand too.
Babyface employee hurried over, and the overgrown chipmunk's ear went bright red, "What the hell are you doing?! You better clean this up!!"
"We will," said Sei, wiping the tears streaming down his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Desdemona was still cackling. She brought her face to his, and asked, "Are you crying?"
"Yeah," Sei laughed.
"Me too," Desdemona wiped a tear away and then asked. "How are we going to pick this up?"
"Beats me," Sei shrugged.
"Let's get a shopping cart!" decided Desdemona. She pushed Sei as the two darted forward to the shopping cart regiment. Desdemona leaped into the cart, nearly falling down. She turned to Sei, and tossed him a wink, "Lead me, love boat captain!"
"Sure thing." He pulled the cart out of the rack, and he rushed down the aisle to where the mess lay. Desdemona shrieked with delight, rocking the shopping cart boat and tossing her hair back. Sei leapt on and they sailed together, boy and girl, aboard a metal love boat. Old women clucked their tongues and muttered "damn children", children stared and wondered why the big kids were acting so funny. The employees gaped, stared in shock, wondering why of all days they HAD to get the bratty teenagers. Sei wasn't thinking really. He just wanted to be here with this strange girl he'd met at school.
"Oh fuck, stop Sei stop!" Hearing her scream, Sei used his feet as brakes, just barely avoiding another mess. They approached their destination of spilt cereal boxes, and began to diligently clean it up until Babyface popped up again.
"Hey, what's hanging?" asked Desdemona.
Babyface wasn't pleased; "You two, get out of the store now!"
The two glanced at each other and figured that that was the best solution, so they hurried outside. To make up for the trouble, Sei tossed a wad of money at one of the cashiers before exiting. The cashier looked down at the money, and smiled, and for the first time in three years she wouldn't have to pay for her food with the strip joint money she'd picked up after work.
But throwing them out did little good. Desdemona spotted a robotic horse, and grinned to Sei. "Got any money?"
Sei handed her some money. Eagerly, Desdemona hurried over to the pony, slipping the cash in. It began to rock back and forth, and even Sei knew with her smirk and tousled hair what she was about to do.
"Haha, oh yeah, yes, oh baby YES!" she shouted. Desdemona's hand met the mechanical pony's rear, and Sei giggled a bit. Mothers shielded their children's eyes from the sight as Desdemona continued to make loud, drawn out orgasm sounds in the afternoon.
"That was fun," Desdemona said as she hopped off. A middle-aged woman with tangled rat hair and tacky pink glasses glanced around, and then hopped onto the horse hoping for a similar experience.
Sei and Desdemona walked back to the Jeep. She crawled into the backseat, muttering about Shiori keeping an icebox around there somewhere. Sei turned his head to see over his shoulder, and blushed as he stared directly at her backside. As fine of a backside as it was, Sei wasn't ready for a bitchslap after their little adventure.
"Found it!" Desdemona said triumphantly, waving the soda around like the White Flag. Leaning her legs over the car, Desdemona stretched out on the backseat, "Come on, sit back here, Sei." Pink tinted Sei's cheeks, and he wasn't sure of what to do. Unlike Rei, he never understood how to deal with the advances of the girls that had followed him home and hoped that since they couldn't have Rei, they could have his identical twin brother. His hands began to sweat rivers.
"I've got your messenger bag," sang Desdemona. Glacning over, Sei saw her holding the broken backpack out of the car and into the parking lot. Sei lunged for it, but Desdemona tangled her hand away. Falling into the backseat on top of Desdemona, Sei flushed. Desdemona giggled a bit, made some room for Sei to sit down, and then leaned her head back on his jean- covered knee as she sipped soda and stared at the sky.
"Clouds look nice today," Desdemona murmured.
Sei nodded and stared up at the sky, "Yeah, good day to skip, I guess." Giggles ensued from the girl on his knee. Her hair laid across his lap.
"I hate this song," muttered Desdemona as the car radio's tune played some popular music. She sighed and settled down. For the first time, their little adventure had seemed to cool, and for what seemed like an hour the two sat there, staring up at the sky.
"Sei Kashino, is that you?!"
Nearly jumping, Sei turned towards the sound. Desdemona sat up. She approached, hair tied in a ponytail, wrapped in comfortable sweatshirts and leg warmers. She placed her hands on her hips and messed with Sei's hair, "Hey you."
"Hey Kyoko," he said.
"School's not out yet," she said with her twentysomething superiority.
Sei nodded, "Got boring. And beaten up."
"That justifies it," replied she, shrugging. She noticed Desdemona, "You are?"
"This is my friend, Desdemona. Desdemona, this is Kyoko Kawasaki. She races with my brother, she's getting married to our friend, Akitaka."
"Hey," Kyoko warmly said, offering her hand. Desdemona sat up and ran a hand through her hair. The new girl's hand was the sign of peace. She was not a girl even remotely interested in Sei. A mutual pact where she would not attempt to take Sei's attention away. Defensive mechanism down.
Desdemona shook her hand, "Nice to meet you." For once, she wasn't lying. Kyoko didn't seem like a complete bitch.yet.
"Here, let's get you home, Rei's going to be so proud of you, ditching class and all," Kyoko said. She motioned to Desdemona then the car, "This your car?"
"Sorta," Desdemona admitted. "It's Shiori's."
"Oh." Kyoko said, her lip curled. Resentment. Desdemona wasn't going to argue with it; Shiori could, more accurately, nearly always was a stuck-up bitch. But she was a bitch who gave Desdemona rides to school and set her up with her sloppy seconds.
"I'd offer to give you two a ride home, but I just rode my motorcycle over here, you two better head home," Kyoko replied, walking away. "Rei will be there. Nice meeting you." Nodded curtly, then turned to enter the supermarket Sei and Desdemona had ruined. Desdemona sighed, shook her head sleepily, "Better get this bitch back to the bitch."
"Shiori's nice," Sei said defensively and a bit too quickly for Desdemona's tastes.
"Can be," muttered Desdemona. She decided to drop the subject and climb into the front seat. Turning of the key. And we're off! Desdemona drove the Jeep home, and the ride home was undesirably blank. They drove into foreign territory: rich city brat territory, with the lawn gnomes and the drawn shudders and the koi ponds in the front yard. She parked the car outside Shiori Sakurazawa's mansion. A bloated dollhouse with three stories; more room then Desdemona had ever dreamed of. A boy was sitting on the mansion-next-door's lawn, painting. As he heard the engine die, his ears perked up, glasses perched on his nose.
"Sei!" Second time he nearly jumped. Glancing around, he saw Shuichi Takemura hurry over. He wore glasses and had curly hair and painted impressionistic paintings that were hollow. But ultimately he would grow up and go to Prestigious Art College and die a wealthy, content man. He was Sei's friend. Desdemona knew him as the boy Shiori liked to fuck with and mess with his mind.
"School let out already?" asked Sei.
Takemura nodded. Sei remembered the girl, and said, "Desdemona, this is Takemura.
"Hey," Desdemona said.
His eyes were so cold, so suspicious; "You took her car?"
"So? It's not like she doesn't have enough already." Desdemona's face hid behind her hair, and she bit her lip, pout smeared across her face, "Yeah, I took it, but I treated it better then she ever has." Takemura studied the car and nodded. He had to give her credit for that, and so he did.
Desdemona hopped out of the car, slamming the door shut, "You can tell her it's ok."
Takemura shrugged, "She didn't even notice it was gone." He turned to Sei, "Need a ride home?"
"It'd be nice," Sei said.
"How about you?" asked Takemura. The nod said yes, and so Sei and Takemura piled into his car, and Desdemona sat in the backseat. The two art students began to babble incessantly about art and paintbrushes and words and worlds foreign to Desdemona. Her fingers admired the fine Italian leather lining, and she wanted to lay down on it. Fall fast asleep.
"We're here."
"Hmmm."
"Desdemona? Hey, Desdemona, come on, wake up."
"You can call me Desi, you know," murmured Desdemona as she stretched. Sei's hand was on her arm, comfortingly there. He timidly pulled back as she woke up. She stretched a bit and smacked her lips hungrily.
"Hey, you two losers finally showed up!"
"Thanks for the call, Rei," Takemura said. Rei stood outside, basketball in his arm, his eyes dancing with smirking satisfaction. His eyes glowed as Sei helped Desdemona out of the car, and he grinned.
"Well if it isn't the lovely who convinced my brother to skip class," Rei smiled with admiration.
Desdemona nodded, still waking up, "Yeah, Desdemona Eastwood." With one hand in her jeans, she held out her hand for Rei. Rei knelt down and kissed it softly. Smile tugged at the corner of Desdemona's lips.
"Well well well, Desi, I'm--"
"I know, I know, Rei," Desdemona said.
Rei punched his brother playfully, "So how'd you get my tight ass brother to do it? Did he cry?" Sei blushed uncontrollably.
"Nah, I did," said Desdemona, leaning against the car. Takemura stood by, staring at his shoes and kicking dust. He never interested Desdemona that much; he was really just the twins' shadow, reactionary laughing. Nice enough guy, though.
Desdemona glanced down at the basketball in Rei's hands; "You play much?"
"Yeah," Rei said, grinning. "Here, let me show you some of my moves." He took Desdemona's hand and walked her over to the hoop.
Takemura shrugged, "She just another one of Rei's one nighters?"
Sei glared at his friend, "No, of course not! She has too much respect to be.like that...just shut up about her! She's a nice girl."
"Love always does help the art."
Sei blushed again, before vehemently spitting, "NO! I don't like her! Besides, you know about me and Shiori."
"Oh, right. How you like her."
"Hey, Shiori's a--"
"Great girl with a beautiful mind and you've liked her for the longest time, blah blah blah," Takemura sighed and kicked some more dust. Rei was standing real close to Desdemona, one hand dangerously low on her waist, the other on her hand trying to shoot the ball. He was whispering something into her ear, and Desdemona smirked a little. Sei's fists clenched briefly before he realized what was going on.
"Look, Shiori's been my neighbor for as long as I can remember. We went to school together, we played together, we even had our first kiss on the playground. But she's not as perfect as you think, Sei--"
"Stop lecturing me, Shuichi," muttered Sei. "Shiori's perfect for me, don't talk trash about her around me."
The jangle of the ring as Desdemona sank one. She giggled.
"Well, I've had my fun for the day," Desdemona said. She hugged Rei (longer then Sei liked). She slowly walked over to Sei and touched his hand. Then, delicately, she kissed
him.
"Call me," she whispered against his cheek. And immediately she was buckled in Takemura's car, waiting to be driven home.
Takemura gave Sei a knowing look before he buckled himself as well and drove off.
