TITLE: Lessons
AUTHOR: Sakura the Cookie Monster
PART: 2 of 4
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The standard disclaimers apply. I'm only borrowing them for a little bit.
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Lesson Two - Chocolate Popsicles
Ahhh... love. It's such a great thing, especially when I'm cuddling in the arms of my boyfriend. You can just feel the love in the air. I get butterflies in my stomach when I see him. It's so wonderful and magical. I get warm, fuzzy feelings, as though I was floating in the air, overriding the logical parts in my brain. I'm so lucky to date such a great guy. And it's because of him that I can't sleep. Mmmmm, he's asleep on my shoulder. Sleep comes to him so easily.
It's so cold as I leave the bed, wearing only my underwear. I grab my boyfriend's shirt and button it up and roll up the sleeves. The white dress shirt barely reaches my knees as I pick up my frog slippers and quietly tiptoe out of my room. I take a moment to admire my cute forest green toenails that match my eyes. Hey, a girl loves to accessorize everything.
As soon as I got out of my room, I place my slippers on and as I head towards the kitchen for a chocolate popsicle, I can hear my parents snoring away. Usually, when I can't sleep, I get the urge for ice cream. Once in the kitchen, I check the fridge immediately. Damn it, we're all out. I could've sworn I heard mom tell Motoki to go buy some more popsicles. I stomp my way to the attic, where Motoki's room is at, and pound on the door, beating it harshly.
"Motoki, you baka! Mom told you to buy the popsicles. How could you forget to..," I shouted until his door opened slightly.
The attic door would often open if you pound on it hard enough. I walk in, only to see Motoki's bed made up. He wasn't in his room. He's probably still downstairs, counting up how much money we made today. Annoyed, I head downstairs, towards the arcade. Who knows? Maybe he forgot to bring the popsicles upstairs and just stashed them in the downstairs fridge. It's a small hope, but one that I'm willing to pray for.
I head to the living room and grab my jacket that was hanging on the coat rack. The arcade tends to be cold, especially at night. I leave the living room and head down the stairs that leads to the arcade. I hate stairs and I am going to be so glad when I move out of this arcade.
"Lower..," I hear Motoki say as I walk towards the back room, where only employees are allowed to enter. What's going on? I check my pockets and see that I've forgotten my key. Damn it! How could I forget my key? I pull out a couple of paper clips from my jacket and straighten them out so that I could pick the lock. Dad taught Motoki and I to pick any lock, in case we forgot our keys.
With the door unlocked now, I head in the back room, check the freezer, and find my chocolate popsicles. Thank kami that Motoki didn't forget to buy them. As I grab the entire box, I hear a voice.
"But, Motoki, how are we going to do it on the chair?"
In a panic, I grab a flashlight and the box of chocolate popsicles and leave the back room. I decided to head back upstairs as fast as I could, until I heard the voices again.
"Mamoru, use your imagination," I hear Motoki growl impatiently. What is Mamoru doing here at one o'clock in the morning? I follow their voices and it leads me to a shocking sight.
I see Motoki, getting off of Mamoru to take off his pants and boxers. I blush, embarrassed at seeing my own brother naked. It's not the first time, but it still embarrasses me. For a second, I felt like staying, just to see what Mamoru looks like without clothes, but common sense got the better of me.
I made a hasty retreat upstairs, praying that neither of them would hear me. With my box of chocolate popsicles underneath my left arm and the flashlight being held by my right hand, I arrive in the living room, rushing hastily to the kitchen. I head straight for the counter, open the box, and take a popsicle out before I stick the rest of them in the freezer.
I was utterly confused as I swirled my tongue around the top of the popsicle. Since when were Motoki and Mamoru an item? I thought he was going out with Reika. And I was positive that both men were straight. Then, a sudden image comes to my head of Mamoru licking the shaft of Motoki's penis. I had just grossed myself out with a very perverted thought.
After finishing up my popsicle, I head to my room. My boyfriend is still asleep. He can sleep through anything. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to get much sleep for a very long time.
* * *
My alarm clock rang and I feel my boyfriend reaching over, shutting the alarm clock off and rolling off the bed.
"Rise and shine, my bumblebee," I hear him say in that sweet, gentle voice of his.
I open my eyes and see my cute, kawaii boyfriend putting his shirt on.
"Hey, bumblebee. How'd you sleep?", he asks. His voice was like laudanum through my veins.
"...Not very well."
"Bad dream?"
"No, I just didn't fall asleep till three o'clock in the morning," I say, getting out of my bed.
"Well, bumblebee, whatever it is, you can tell me."
"Don't worry about it, koibito. I'll be alright."
"...If you say so. Anyways, I'm gonna head for school. I'll see ya later, bumblebee."
"Hai, koibito. I'll see ya later," I say as I see him, now fully dressed walking out of my room. I left my room and headed straight for the kitchen. Mom and Dad were already up, making breakfast.
"Good morning, Unazuki," I hear Dad say, not bothering to glance upwards from his newspaper.
"Morning, mom. Where's Motoki?"
"He's sweeping downstairs, Una-baby," Mom says as she flips a pancake in the air, "Do you want some breakfast?"
"No thanks! I gotta split. See ya later, you two," I reply, running down the stairs, into the arcade, and I slow down as I see Motoki, sweeping outside. I get flashbacks of what I saw last night and I'm sure that all color on my face has vanished as I was finally outside.
"Motoki, can I talk to you after I get home from school?", I ask, finally gaining the courage to speak to him.
"Sure, Unazuki," he replies.
Well, that settles it. When I get home, I'll talk to him about what I saw last night. I check my wristwatch. Oh damn it! I'm gonna be late for school.
"Bye, Motoki! See you after school," I shout as I run in a mad dash towards school.
* * *
If there is anything I hate in this world, it's giggly girls that are preparing for the next New Kids on the Block Concert. Sadly, I was one of them. I haven't been thinking much of the concert. All of my thoughts have been mostly on what I saw last night. It certainly didn't help that I attend a catholic school that condemns the very thing that I've witnessed. And today, of all days, they're lecturing to us about the evils of homosexuality. As if I need to hear this now.
I wasn't paying attention to the lecture, so instead I wrote down ideas on how to talk to Motoki about such a delicate topic. The only thing that I was sure about was that I was going to talk to him in private, away from prying ears. But, how does one approach their older brother about catching them in the act? I'll have to be honest about it.
The school bell rings and class is over. I take my time walking home, dreading what I am about to do. The arcade is only a block away now. Time to think about how to go about this conversation. I step into the cafe so that I can drink a small cup of hot cocoa before I go speak to Motoki. But, luck wasn't by my side. Motoki was in the cafe, drinking some coffee with Mamoru.
I walk over to where Motoki was and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, Motoki! Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you for a couple of minutes."
"Uh, yeah, sure," he answers, unsure on what I would want to talk to him about. I notice Mamoru glaring at me. Did he notice that I was there last night?
"Do you mind if I come with you?", Mamoru asks me. With a piercing glare directed at me, he looked as though he was ready to kill me. I gulp nervously, adjusting my ponytail as the three of us walk into a private room. Mamoru locks the door behind him as I sit on a box. There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"Unazuki, I know that you were downstairs last night," Mamoru said with a rather even, calm, and cool tone.
"Na-nani!?!?", I screamed in surprise. I thought for sure that they didn't see me.
"Don't play dumb, Unazuki. I had a feeling that you wanted to talk to us about last night. Isn't that why you wanted to talk to Motoki in private?", he asks, not even laying his eyes off me for one second.
If I could look at myself with a mirror, I would be absolutely sure that I would have a blank look on my face. Mamoru saw right through me. And I was at a loss for words. Motoki had a smile on his face as he says, "I'm not mad that you walked in on us, little sis. I'm more worried about whether you're going to tell the whole world what you saw."
"Motoki-onii-san, I'm not going to tell anyone. I wanted to know why you wouldn't, at least, tell me?"
"I didn't know how you were going to react if you ever found out," Motoki says, with that quirky smile still on his face. A thought crosses my mind.
"Motoki?"
"Yes?"
"Promise me one thing."
"Sure, what is it?", he asks, pushing some strands of his hair back.
"That you won't leave the popsicles in the downstairs fridge again?" I ask as a loud thud reaches my ears as both Mamoru and Motoki faint, in shock.
"I take that as a yes?", I ask nervously before Mamoru and Motoki stand up again, trying my hardest not to laugh. If there was anything I learned, it was this: Love has no borders, no form, nothing to get in its way.
To Be Continued.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Longer than the last chapter, I am sure of that. I hope you like this story so far, because we have two more parts to go.
AUTHOR: Sakura the Cookie Monster
PART: 2 of 4
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The standard disclaimers apply. I'm only borrowing them for a little bit.
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Lesson Two - Chocolate Popsicles
Ahhh... love. It's such a great thing, especially when I'm cuddling in the arms of my boyfriend. You can just feel the love in the air. I get butterflies in my stomach when I see him. It's so wonderful and magical. I get warm, fuzzy feelings, as though I was floating in the air, overriding the logical parts in my brain. I'm so lucky to date such a great guy. And it's because of him that I can't sleep. Mmmmm, he's asleep on my shoulder. Sleep comes to him so easily.
It's so cold as I leave the bed, wearing only my underwear. I grab my boyfriend's shirt and button it up and roll up the sleeves. The white dress shirt barely reaches my knees as I pick up my frog slippers and quietly tiptoe out of my room. I take a moment to admire my cute forest green toenails that match my eyes. Hey, a girl loves to accessorize everything.
As soon as I got out of my room, I place my slippers on and as I head towards the kitchen for a chocolate popsicle, I can hear my parents snoring away. Usually, when I can't sleep, I get the urge for ice cream. Once in the kitchen, I check the fridge immediately. Damn it, we're all out. I could've sworn I heard mom tell Motoki to go buy some more popsicles. I stomp my way to the attic, where Motoki's room is at, and pound on the door, beating it harshly.
"Motoki, you baka! Mom told you to buy the popsicles. How could you forget to..," I shouted until his door opened slightly.
The attic door would often open if you pound on it hard enough. I walk in, only to see Motoki's bed made up. He wasn't in his room. He's probably still downstairs, counting up how much money we made today. Annoyed, I head downstairs, towards the arcade. Who knows? Maybe he forgot to bring the popsicles upstairs and just stashed them in the downstairs fridge. It's a small hope, but one that I'm willing to pray for.
I head to the living room and grab my jacket that was hanging on the coat rack. The arcade tends to be cold, especially at night. I leave the living room and head down the stairs that leads to the arcade. I hate stairs and I am going to be so glad when I move out of this arcade.
"Lower..," I hear Motoki say as I walk towards the back room, where only employees are allowed to enter. What's going on? I check my pockets and see that I've forgotten my key. Damn it! How could I forget my key? I pull out a couple of paper clips from my jacket and straighten them out so that I could pick the lock. Dad taught Motoki and I to pick any lock, in case we forgot our keys.
With the door unlocked now, I head in the back room, check the freezer, and find my chocolate popsicles. Thank kami that Motoki didn't forget to buy them. As I grab the entire box, I hear a voice.
"But, Motoki, how are we going to do it on the chair?"
In a panic, I grab a flashlight and the box of chocolate popsicles and leave the back room. I decided to head back upstairs as fast as I could, until I heard the voices again.
"Mamoru, use your imagination," I hear Motoki growl impatiently. What is Mamoru doing here at one o'clock in the morning? I follow their voices and it leads me to a shocking sight.
I see Motoki, getting off of Mamoru to take off his pants and boxers. I blush, embarrassed at seeing my own brother naked. It's not the first time, but it still embarrasses me. For a second, I felt like staying, just to see what Mamoru looks like without clothes, but common sense got the better of me.
I made a hasty retreat upstairs, praying that neither of them would hear me. With my box of chocolate popsicles underneath my left arm and the flashlight being held by my right hand, I arrive in the living room, rushing hastily to the kitchen. I head straight for the counter, open the box, and take a popsicle out before I stick the rest of them in the freezer.
I was utterly confused as I swirled my tongue around the top of the popsicle. Since when were Motoki and Mamoru an item? I thought he was going out with Reika. And I was positive that both men were straight. Then, a sudden image comes to my head of Mamoru licking the shaft of Motoki's penis. I had just grossed myself out with a very perverted thought.
After finishing up my popsicle, I head to my room. My boyfriend is still asleep. He can sleep through anything. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to get much sleep for a very long time.
* * *
My alarm clock rang and I feel my boyfriend reaching over, shutting the alarm clock off and rolling off the bed.
"Rise and shine, my bumblebee," I hear him say in that sweet, gentle voice of his.
I open my eyes and see my cute, kawaii boyfriend putting his shirt on.
"Hey, bumblebee. How'd you sleep?", he asks. His voice was like laudanum through my veins.
"...Not very well."
"Bad dream?"
"No, I just didn't fall asleep till three o'clock in the morning," I say, getting out of my bed.
"Well, bumblebee, whatever it is, you can tell me."
"Don't worry about it, koibito. I'll be alright."
"...If you say so. Anyways, I'm gonna head for school. I'll see ya later, bumblebee."
"Hai, koibito. I'll see ya later," I say as I see him, now fully dressed walking out of my room. I left my room and headed straight for the kitchen. Mom and Dad were already up, making breakfast.
"Good morning, Unazuki," I hear Dad say, not bothering to glance upwards from his newspaper.
"Morning, mom. Where's Motoki?"
"He's sweeping downstairs, Una-baby," Mom says as she flips a pancake in the air, "Do you want some breakfast?"
"No thanks! I gotta split. See ya later, you two," I reply, running down the stairs, into the arcade, and I slow down as I see Motoki, sweeping outside. I get flashbacks of what I saw last night and I'm sure that all color on my face has vanished as I was finally outside.
"Motoki, can I talk to you after I get home from school?", I ask, finally gaining the courage to speak to him.
"Sure, Unazuki," he replies.
Well, that settles it. When I get home, I'll talk to him about what I saw last night. I check my wristwatch. Oh damn it! I'm gonna be late for school.
"Bye, Motoki! See you after school," I shout as I run in a mad dash towards school.
* * *
If there is anything I hate in this world, it's giggly girls that are preparing for the next New Kids on the Block Concert. Sadly, I was one of them. I haven't been thinking much of the concert. All of my thoughts have been mostly on what I saw last night. It certainly didn't help that I attend a catholic school that condemns the very thing that I've witnessed. And today, of all days, they're lecturing to us about the evils of homosexuality. As if I need to hear this now.
I wasn't paying attention to the lecture, so instead I wrote down ideas on how to talk to Motoki about such a delicate topic. The only thing that I was sure about was that I was going to talk to him in private, away from prying ears. But, how does one approach their older brother about catching them in the act? I'll have to be honest about it.
The school bell rings and class is over. I take my time walking home, dreading what I am about to do. The arcade is only a block away now. Time to think about how to go about this conversation. I step into the cafe so that I can drink a small cup of hot cocoa before I go speak to Motoki. But, luck wasn't by my side. Motoki was in the cafe, drinking some coffee with Mamoru.
I walk over to where Motoki was and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, Motoki! Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you for a couple of minutes."
"Uh, yeah, sure," he answers, unsure on what I would want to talk to him about. I notice Mamoru glaring at me. Did he notice that I was there last night?
"Do you mind if I come with you?", Mamoru asks me. With a piercing glare directed at me, he looked as though he was ready to kill me. I gulp nervously, adjusting my ponytail as the three of us walk into a private room. Mamoru locks the door behind him as I sit on a box. There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"Unazuki, I know that you were downstairs last night," Mamoru said with a rather even, calm, and cool tone.
"Na-nani!?!?", I screamed in surprise. I thought for sure that they didn't see me.
"Don't play dumb, Unazuki. I had a feeling that you wanted to talk to us about last night. Isn't that why you wanted to talk to Motoki in private?", he asks, not even laying his eyes off me for one second.
If I could look at myself with a mirror, I would be absolutely sure that I would have a blank look on my face. Mamoru saw right through me. And I was at a loss for words. Motoki had a smile on his face as he says, "I'm not mad that you walked in on us, little sis. I'm more worried about whether you're going to tell the whole world what you saw."
"Motoki-onii-san, I'm not going to tell anyone. I wanted to know why you wouldn't, at least, tell me?"
"I didn't know how you were going to react if you ever found out," Motoki says, with that quirky smile still on his face. A thought crosses my mind.
"Motoki?"
"Yes?"
"Promise me one thing."
"Sure, what is it?", he asks, pushing some strands of his hair back.
"That you won't leave the popsicles in the downstairs fridge again?" I ask as a loud thud reaches my ears as both Mamoru and Motoki faint, in shock.
"I take that as a yes?", I ask nervously before Mamoru and Motoki stand up again, trying my hardest not to laugh. If there was anything I learned, it was this: Love has no borders, no form, nothing to get in its way.
To Be Continued.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Longer than the last chapter, I am sure of that. I hope you like this story so far, because we have two more parts to go.