Look around in the first three chapter for what I usually say up here
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Tuesday
Morning
04 – Reminder
SethSolare
In the darkness of the Hinata Sou, stumbling was could be head at the end of every hall on the second floor. As late as it was, it was impossible to sleep early. Keitaro had so many things on his mind that he couldn't sleep, no matter how hard he tried. He knew he couldn't sleep, but he might as well close his eyes. He felt tired, but not sleepy. As Keitaro walked into his room, he noticed the board covering his ceiling was slightly opened.
"I could go up there. Of course, that could be a bad thing. I have to talk to her, though. I need to," Keitaro thought to himself. He was very worried, first, of Naru's sanity. Keitaro knew that she was not feeling well. She had an emotional conversation with her best friend. In all the time he had known Naru, there had been only a few of those, and all of them were accompanied by trouble. Keitaro needed the words from Naru, though, to clear his conscience. He felt like he had hurt her immensely. "I'm going to go talk to her." He decided that this was the time to say what he needed to say. He hoped that he knew what to say.
He stared at the piece of plywood for a moment. He couldn't imagine or formulate words in his mind. The only words that came to mind were words that he already said. But, he knew he should apologize for making her feel the way did. Finally, Keitaro realized he had to do this, no matter what. It didn't matter if he didn't know what to say now. When it was time to speak, the words would be there. He then climbed on top of his table and reached up to the board. Sliding it away, he found Naru.
She was lying on her floor reading a new manga she had recently bought. It was another one of the books that made her forget. She read about how this girl could never get close to the man she loved. She would try and try to get close to him. And it wasn't like he was the most attractive man in the universe. However, he was definitely a kind person and he loved that other girl very much. And as much as the first girl tried, she would never have him while her best friend loved him and dated him.
She read page after page of tear jerking story. She knew that a life like in an anime would be so much better. Everyone's emotions were known and somehow, all the characters seemed psychic. They knew what their friends were thinking, but were so oblivious to the important things. She wanted everything to be like this.
She read onward as she noticed the pages in her left hand were growing thinner. Soon enough, though, she finished the book and put it down next to her. She let out a sigh as she turned to face her Liddo doll. Under it was Keitaro's head, looking her direction. She, unlike she thought she would have, gave him a soft smile. "He's so cute with that doll on his head," she thought. She was feeling somewhat better now that she had time to talk to herself. Her mood changed every time she finished one book. Her particular book was rather happy. The young man had finally kissed his girlfriend. Her best friend didn't know and she was worried about her friend.
"What're you doing up Keitaro?" she asked with her best cute voice.
"I can't sleep, really. Reading manga then?" he asked.
"I really can't sleep much either. I kinda hoped that reading would put me to sleep. Usually, it does. How about you? How would you get to sleep?" she asked, curiously. It was interesting to her how Keitaro was. It was the little things he did that amazed and impressed her. She imagined that her real boyfriend would hold her hand, kiss her quickly before going to class, and drink tea with her. She imagined dates being trips to the tea house (though not the Hinata tea house), trips to the zoo, or maybe even just a walk in the park. She never expected beautiful rings, bouquets, or a cruise around the world.
"Me? Well, usually, I'd just walk around until I get tired. Doesn't really make sense. But, I usually find time to think doing that," he answered cheerfully. He wasn't tired at all. Most nights, he would walk around and he'd suddenly fall asleep as soon as he got into his room. He'd been walking around all night. His thoughts rummaged around looking for reason in what had happened that day. "Maybe I should tell her that instead. Then probably jump off a bridge and kill myself. But with my luck, I'll probably just hit the bottom of a canyon and come out with a scar or something. I doubt falling straight down is going to be any less painful than falling out of the sky," he joked with himself. It was a stupid thought, and one that he should not have thought. He kept the words of his mind inside him and did not want to say anything at all.
"So, you feel like talking? Or maybe you wanted to watch me sleep?" Naru queries slyly. Her face was scrunched up in her normal, teasing face. She acted so cute just for him.
"Huh? What? I d – don't… what I mean is… I," Keitaro bumbled about with his words not knowing what to say, "I really just wanted to talk." He spoke firmly but with a kind face. He did not know what exactly to say at this moment. So he felt he had to walk into this blind.
"Okay then, why don't you come up here? I'm sure you'd like to sit down and stead of standing up on that table of yours," she said as she sat down on her futon. She had never intentionally let Keitaro into her room and allow him to sit next to her. It wasn't at all weird in her head. She felt that her feelings were stable enough to let him at least sit in her room. She didn't want to send him away, though. She couldn't think of a better place to put him.
"O - Okay," was all he could mutter. "I don't get it. She's leaving room on her futon for me. What does that mean? Does that mean she wants to make out? AHH! No, wait, I can't think that. But maybe she just wants to get close to me. Maybe she'd want to look out the window together. That would be so awesome! We could hold hands, too!" Keitaro seemed overjoyed at all of this. Internally, he sugarcoated walking up to her and sitting down. He imagined walking right up to her in a cool fashion with a beautiful stare into her eyes. As she sat there, she stared into his eyes, unable to look at anything or else.
"So, what'd you come up here to talk about?" she asked in a low voice. Keitaro's mind suddenly went blank. Though, he almost expected it to; he had no idea what to talk about.
"Actually, I was just thinking. You want to do some stargazing?" he asked. "Geez, that was so lame. That was so dumb!" he thought, feeling the need to degrade himself.
"Sure, I like looking at the stars. And it's such a beautiful night out," Naru said to him. She acted so cute and innocent. Though she could never be completely that, she could get very close.
The two of them stood and walked to the balcony. Naru leaned out and breathed in the evening air. Keitaro stood to her right staring out into the sky. It was so peaceful and calm. Maybe it had something to do with Naru. If he wanted to know, he couldn't. Whatever made this night special made him happy.
"She looks so beautiful. She looks twice as beautiful in the daytime, though. I wonder if she'll listen to me if I tell her," he thought. She seemed completely out of it. She seemed to tune him out. Though she was not an avid stargazer, she did love the night and it was a beautiful time for her.
"Everything is so nice. He's incredibly nice. He's so cute, just standing there. If he had the Liddo doll on his head, I could just die," she giggled internally. Her eyes were on the sky, but her head was stuck on Keitaro. She began to inch up to him, slowly. She began to feel incredibly brave. With everything that happened that day, she didn't even notice what she was doing. In a matter of minutes, though, she was right next to him, her shoulder and bare arms, slightly touching his. She wore a white cotton tank top with soft, white shorts. "Holy crap, she's touching me. She looks so hot. I love it when she wears that. It's definitely not as chaste as what she was wearing this morning," he thought. He couldn't help thinking that this time was perfect. He, though he didn't want to mess this up, wanted to just take her hand. Maybe, with little pain, he could actually do it.
"He's so cute. Maybe I could…" and she took his hand. Her fingers snuck into the spaces between his. Her hands clasped around his, she leaned her head on his shoulder. The two little antennae of her hair brushed up against his face. Keitaro flinched a little at the sudden action. He was so startled by her touch. The warmth that accompanied it made him feel like he could fly. It was a simple touch that did so much for him.
"I think I should actually do this," he supposed. He leaned his head on hers, as she closed her eyes. Turning down to face her, she opened her eyes slowly, knowing he was there. His lips inched slowly to hers. Staring into his eyes, she felt at peace and yet incredibly troubled. She knew what was going to happen, and she wasn't sure if she could go with this.
"Oh no, it has to be it. This is going to be it. I can't…" but her thought was cut off. Every little bit of her was thoroughly engrossed in something else. She felt incredible quickly and completely. Her body became completely relaxed. Every single muscle in her body turned to jelly. With what she had left, she moved to her futon and was laid down. She, though she no longer could feel anything in her body, could feel extreme passion within her heart. She laid there, eyes closed, feeling every bit of nothing around her and every bit of unknown inside. Nothing could have interrupted the moment.
"This is really it. I'm actually…" just as her thoughts went away, his did as well. He couldn't understand what was going on. Things like this never happened before. It had never felt this special and wonderful. Though he was already accustomed to it, he had never felt this way before. It was complete and beautiful.
But just as quickly as it had come, Naru's mind suddenly clicked. "Holy crap! What am I doing?" She quickly pushed Keitaro off of her. He made a little scream as he tumbled off. He tried to gain composure and stand but Naru was up before him.
"Get out of my room," she whispered with tears. She lightly pushed him backwards as he tried to stand. His incomplete balance sent him back into the entranceway from where he came. Disappearing completely down it, he landed on the table below.
"Naru," he whispered as he sat up on the table. He stared up as he heard soft sobs coming from above. The plywood board did not slide back.
Keitaro stood up slowly and walked out of his room.
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Kitsune stayed up unusually late. She had a horrible trouble getting to sleep. It was unusual for her to be up this late. She knew she fell asleep with Haruka earlier, but she had no idea how she had gotten into her room. Attempts at sleeping were met with failure and an extension of the building insomnia.
But as a surprise for her, she heard a loud noise in her neighbor's room. Curiosity struck her, as it usually did. Desiring to know more, a little spy adventure ensued to her friend's room. But as soon as she entered the hall, Keitaro was in her view.
"Good evening," she said rather brightly. Her perkiness, as cute as it was, was met with a sad face. She knew that face so well and it was just as painful as it always was. She looked into his eyes for a moment and tried to discern what had happened. However, the large crash gave away most of what could have happened. Thoughts drifted to and fro and Kitsune realized that they had been standing there in an awkward silence for a little while now. "Why don't you take a seat in here?" she offered him.
Keitaro took a seat in front of her futon. She seemed to be drinking a little to perhaps get to sleep. Perhaps trying to get to sleep with alcohol was a wonderful event for her. He ignored it as she approached him as she closed the door and turned on a dim lamp next to the futon.
"So, what did you do to her?" she asked, bluntly. She took two cans of Caffeine Free Coke out of the mini-fridge in her room. She handed one to Keitaro as she opened hers. Staring at it, he felt a little bit appreciated, suddenly. A noise of a click from a soda can brought him back into the world. Kitsune was already guzzling down her drink. "Do you not want to talk about it?" she asked kindly.
"Oh, well…" he faded away. Getting the nerve to try and tell her was so difficult. He had kissed Kitsune before and his certainty of the outcome couldn't exist. He was scared to tell her that he had already kissed another girl in the same day. And the fear grew inside started to become larger and larger. But he felt a soft touch on his hand and a kind gaze from the girl across from him. "You can tell me. I can take it," she said calmly. Keitaro nodded his head.
"I kissed her," he said sheepishly. Kitsune gave no immediate reaction. She simply looked at him waiting for more. Trying to find more words, Keitaro tried to go on.
"We made out, really. We were lying on top of each other. But I think she got startled and then she pushed me out," he said with more manliness in his voice. Kitsune nodded slowly, as if she couldn't make sense of what had happened.
"Wow, he had the guts to do that? I guess I pushed him over that edge," she thought. "So, if I could ask, how did it happen?" she asked him. She hoped for a very romantic answer. She hoped that what happened would have been preceded by something out of a manga. As she listened to Keitaro tell about the stargazing, the touch, the gaze, and the walk, she felt worse about what she had done to him earlier. He wouldn't have actually kissed Naru if she hadn't kissed him first and told him to go with Naru. Worse, she felt sad because he talked about the kiss as if it was the greatest thing in the universe. Perhaps twelve hours ago, Keitaro was beneath her body and was kissing her. The unique feeling of his kiss had been nothing to him when it was with her, but everything with Naru.
"What do I mean to him? Does he even remember that we kissed? Does he even remember that I love him? What the hell do I mean?" she asked her self over and over what the kiss could have meant. He talked about how her warm lips touched his and how he felt the world fall away from them. "And he didn't feel that with me?" He continued on about how her touch was everything. "And we were naked! Didn't that mean anything to you? I let you see me completely nude. What was my touch supposed to be to you?" Every single word that came out of his mouth felt like a pike diving into her heart.
She struggled to hold back tears from him. She hated this piercing in her heart. She felt every little bit of destruction in every inch of her mind. She felt her world drop away from beneath her. It was as if she was falling free into a darkened world. She heard every word and it made her fall faster and faster.
She felt her pain inside increase and Keitaro began to notice her eyes in the dim lighting. He stopped talking hoping that Kitsune's consciousness would come back. But she could only blink her eyes, trying to hold back as many tears as possible. "Oh my gosh. I knew I shouldn't have told her. What've I done? I thought she could handle this but. I can't do anything now. I have to figure out what to do," he thought. He didn't notice until now that Kitsune was sitting very close to him. And suddenly, that was a position he did not want to be in. A hand crept up his chest and grazed his face. It was such a smooth touch that Keitaro did not stop.
Kistune couldn't take it anymore; the tears could no longer be held back. She let loose the dams inside her eyes and water streamed away from her eyes. She slowly inched her face closer to Keitaro's. Her hand, still on his cheek was coming closer as well. If she didn't know any better, he was moving as well.
"I hate you, Keitaro. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" she screamed internally. But with every scream, she came closer to him, unable to move away. She placed another hand on his face and drew in closer to him, faster. As soon as she was barely an inch from him, she felt hands on her body. There were those hands that grabbed her shoulders and laid her down on the futon. There was the weight of a human body on top of hers. And there was the soft embrace of the lips.
She kissed him so softly that he could barely tell if she was kissing back at all. Hoping that he would not mess this up, he kissed back just as softly. It was almost programmed into him. Kitsune could feel the hands exploring her back and neck. The hands roamed around her back like a good massage. And those same hands, intruded under the back of her shirt. And she didn't stop him.
He felt his increased passion for her envelop him. He kissed her like a man, not a simple boyfriend, could. And he felt the need to be comforting her for something he had done. His apology came from a tongue entering her mouth.
She returned his attention by sneaking a hand into his shirt and massaging his back. She gave him her best French kiss. And every bit of love that she wanted to give him, she put into the kiss. A powerful feeling overwhelmed her reasoning of what was happening. She knew what she was doing was wrong for him, herself, and Naru. And she didn't care at all. She had the man, now. He was now her property. She was kissing him and he was kissing back.
Keitaro no longer cared about what was going on. He had Kitsune on his mind and she wouldn't leave. His kiss became increasingly forceful and powerful. Though there was strength behind it, he wanted her to feel an extreme passion. He wanted her to feel extreme love.
Kitsune felt that she had won the man. She had an incredible victory. And now, she was sharing the most incredible kiss of her life with the man of her dreams.
However, her mind suddenly came back to her. Realizing what she was doing, she let go of his tongue and broke the kiss. Still underneath him, she looked at him lovingly.
"I don't want to hurt my best friend," she said to him softly. She couldn't smile for him.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered back.
"You already did. And you can't take it back," she came back at him. She didn't want to forgive him for what he did. She loved him but she knew that as much as he loved kissing her, Naru would always be his one and only. She tried so hard to give him so much love, but she didn't want it. It wouldn't be right to take what she didn't deserve.
"I love you, Kei. I just want you to remember that. And if she doesn't, I want you to come back to me. I don't want you to forget that. Remember that I ever said that to you," she admitted.
"I don't want you to sound like a back up plan," he said.
"Too bad. I want to be because Naru loves you more than I do. And she's the one that deserves your heart," she whispered. She didn't cry at her own words. She knew what she said was truthful and loving. She knew she couldn't rightfully make Keitaro happy. But she couldn't smile for him. She tried to make her face and words mean the same thing. But, she couldn't do it.
"I want you to get out of my room. Just go, get out of here," she told him. She kept crying and couldn't stop.
"Will we still be friends after this?" he asked her. He was incredibly worried about her. He, though he wanted to be with Naru, didn't want Kitsune to be alone.
"Of course we will," she said, giving him what could be a last kiss. "You just have to keep it that way. Now leave," She tried her best to smile, as difficult as it was. She tried to get rid of him, but she couldn't bring herself to push him out. She couldn't smile. She couldn't even fake happiness.
With whatever strength she had left in her, she managed to push him off. Keitaro landed on the floor with a very soft landing. Rejected again, he returned to his room where he noticed the hole was still not covered up. Sobs could be heard, but it wasn't from above him. Lying down, Keitaro tried not to pay attention and fell asleep instantaneously.
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Something from me: For some reason, I still like chapter 2 more. ::shrug:: I'm having a little difficulty trying to stay in character, since this is something none of them have actually done. I hope you liked it... I don't know how much longer I can keep this up! ~SSol
