TITLE: Lessons
AUTHOR: Sakura the Cookie Monster
PART: 4 of 4
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The standard disclaimers apply. I'm only borrowing them for a little bit.
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Lesson Four - The Lost Manga
Damn it! Where is it? I hope that I didn't lose it. Just think about the last place I could've left it. My father bought me that manga, thinking that I would enjoy the sheer artistic skill that was done in the manga. Of course, he knew that it had questionable content. But, he figured that I was mature enough to handle it.
And I was. That manga changed my life. Well, not as much as becoming a Sailor Senshi. But, it was a pretty close change. I would reward myself with reading a page or two of the manga if I studied hard for a test. Not that I needed the motivation anyway. But, it was nice to reward myself after studying for a long time.
The artwork in that particular manga was very detailed and drawn exceptionally well. Then again, I never had my father's keen eye for art. It was a birthday gift that he sent to me last year.
Which is why I'm looking for it now.
Think, think, think! Where was the last place I had the manga? Then, I remember in horror on where I had it last. I last had it at the cafe, right after Usagi, Rei, and I have eavesdropped on that conversation. Thinking back to that conversation, it was like a dream come true.
Observing those two together, I thought that, if they were gay, they would make a perfect couple. Mamoru, to me, seemed like an intelligent guy that needed someone to keep up with him. Both mentally and sexually, for Mamoru, to me, doesn't seem like the type to care about the looks of anyone. And I think that Motoki balances him out in a good way.
But, what do I know? I'm just a girl genius that collects shounen-ai manga as a small hobby.
Then, I get an idea. I quickly pick up the phone and call Usagi. If there's anyone that has a big interest in all kinds of manga, she does. I pick up the phone and dial her number. Oh, I hope that she's not asleep.
"Hello?"
"Usagi-chan?"
"Ami-chan? What are you doing calling me at 11:15pm?", Usagi asked, yawning loudly over the phone.
"Um, I was wondering if you had seen an old manga at the arcade. After I left."
"Hai, hai, Ami-chan. I was reading it before I fell asleep."
Oh great! Now Usagi knows my little secret.
"I was wondering if you could bring it to school tomorrow."
"Okay! Um, Ami, I was wondering something."
"Go on. Ask away."
"What's your opinion on what we overheard today? I know Rei's opinion. And I asked my dad his opinion. But, I'm still confused."
"Honestly, I don't know what to think. Though, I did have a theory that Mamoru would go for someone that is kind, fun, and that could keep him from thinking too deep in thought."
"So, do you think that Motoki is perfect for him?"
"I don't know. We don't know what kind of men that Mamoru and Motoki are interested in. We don't even know whether they're just experimenting with homosexuality or not."
"...I don't think that they are. I honestly think that they are blissfully and happily in love with each other."
"You really think so?"
"Ami-chan, do you think that the world is trying to tell us something?"
"Like what?"
"Well, today, my father was fired from his job because of his opinions when it concerned homosexuality. Then, we overhear that Mamoru and Motoki are an item. As if that weren't enough, when I came into my room a few hours ago, Luna gave me a lecture about the wrongs of homosexuality. She scolded me when she caught me reading your manga," Usagi rambled.
"Maybe it's all a coincidence?", I asked, concerned about Usagi's sudden brainstorm.
"Ami-chan, from what I learned today, it's this: coincidences are not useful. Somebody is trying to tell us something and we don't know what the message is."
"...I think that you forgot about Occam's Razor."
"Occam's Razor? What's that?"
"The Razor is the principle that the simplest solution to a given problem is often the correct one," I explained, smiling the whole time.
"You think that we should just not turn this into a conspiracy?"
"Exactly. Now, as it's going to be midnight soon, I suggest that we head for bed. You can return the manga to me and we can discuss more about your theory tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay. Good night, Ami-chan."
"Good night, Usagi-chan," I said, hanging up the phone afterwards.
I turn off the lamp, getting comfortable in my bed. Did I learn anything today? Sure I did. I think. It was this: coincidences are just coincidences. And, I'll just leave it at that.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: At last! The block is gone and this story is finished. But before I go, for those that were patient enough for the last chapter, I'm going to give you what I had written for the original chapter four for Lessons. So, enjoy this little bit of unfinished writing.
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Original Chapter Four - Unimportant Tasks
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It's been a very long, tiring day. I'm sitting on the stool, counting the money that the arcade has brought in today. Gods, do I wish for a little distraction? Especially one with soft, ebony black hair and dazzling blue eyes. When he's in my arms, he gives such a dreamy expression on his face that it is worth seeing him with that evil green jacket that my dad gave him for a Christmas gift. I only saw that jacket as a gift of pity. But Mamoru only saw it as a treasure to him. Hopefully, he won't be wearing that green jacket tonight.
And to be honest with you, I hate the color green. No matter which shade of green you show me, it only looks sickly in my eyes. If I could, I would change my eye color to blue or grey. Those colors have always been brilliant, in my opinion. Green is just a color mixed with blue and yellow. Mamoru is about the only person I can stand wearing green. He, at least, picks shades that don't make me want to vomit.
I smile a little as I imagine him in something very un-Mamoru like: tight, black leather pants, a white, satin, buttoned-down bell sleeved shirt, and knee-high, black leather boots. The day that Mamoru dresses like that is the day that I walk around wearing only a tea cozy for a hat during work. But that mental image of him is so delicious; it makes me want to wish that it would be for real.
I bite my lower lip as I finish this tedious and, in my lustful mind, unimportant task. He's late. What's taking him so long? Did he have night classes tonight? Or maybe he has a flat tire? Nothing would kill my mood more than receiving a phone call from Mamoru saying that his car has a flat tire and that needs a lift.
I reach for the boom box that I've placed next to the cash register and switch the radio on. Out of all the songs that the radio station could play, they had to play the one that I currently hated the most. My sister plans on going to one of their concerts and their music drives me to the brink of insanity. Damn the New Kids on the Block! Sometimes, I think my hatred for them surpasses my hatred for the color green. And that's really saying something.
"I thought you hated New Kids on the Block, Motoki?"
I turn around suddenly to see Mamoru sitting on one of the stools nearby the boom box.
"You're late," I point out, smirking as I see Mamoru, with a look on his face that was both innocent and wanton at the same time. I notice a bruise that was starting to form on his cheek. I place the last of the money in the safe, glad that this was over.
"Gomen ne, Motoki," he says, a small frown forming on his lips.
"Did you get into a fight?", I inquire, walking towards him.
"No. Why do you ask?", He asked, confused as to why I would ask him such a question. I know that he hasn't been in fights for nearly four years.
"Because there's a bruise that's forming nicely on your right cheek," I say as I caress his cheek with the back of my hand. His head tilts toward my hand, greatly enjoying the gentle touch, "Alright then, what happened?"
"Mmmmm... That feels so nice," he purrs out. His eyes were closed, with a blissful and content look on his face.
"Don't dodge the question, Mamoru," I say, a little frustrated. I would love nothing more than to feel Mamoru inside me. But lately, I've seen bruises all over his body and I know it's not because of his judo classes. Gods, I can't stand it when he's hurt like this without explanation. And I'm slowly losing all sense of self-control as he grabs my hand and kisses the palm of my right hand.
I glance at his clothes and notice that he's wearing a dark, emerald green shirt over a sleeveless light grey t-shirt and washed-out denim jeans that hug his hips and waist gracefully. I sigh, wishing that his favorite jacket were that nice emerald green and not that sickly green. I walk over to the other side of the counter to where Mamoru was at and pull him into a searing, passionate kiss. Kissing him lights an uncontrollable inferno within me. I tug his lower lip, coaxing it so that I can slip my tongue into his mouth.
He stands up, pressing himself against me. A low moan of anguish escapes from me as Mamoru ends the kiss and grabs me by the hand, briskly walking towards our favorite make-out spot. And that happened to be a racing game that we've recently brought in the arcade. He pulls me into his lap. I hastily pull off that green shirt and throw it on the floor as the two of us were kissing each other. Sometimes, I like kissing him a lot more than making love to him.
He pauses the kisses for a little bit as he takes off his grey shirt, leaving him nude from the waist up. I see him shiver a little. Goosebumps were forming on his arms.
"It's freezing in here!", he complains, crossing his arms over his chest and rubbing his arms to keep warm. His teeth were chattering a little. Despite him freezing, he looked perfect in my eyes. Though there were more of those unexplainable bruises marring his otherwise unscarred torso.
"Blame my mom. She just loves to have all of us as frozen popsicles," I point out, before smiling a little, "Besides, I'll keep you warm."
I lean forward, tugging on his earlobe with my teeth. My hand gently presses against his mound, rubbing it softly. His moans are driving me to madness as I kiss his jaw line. He's unbuttoning my shirt and rubbing the sides of my abs, clawing at them once in a while.
All of a sudden, he tugs on my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my throat to him. He bites on the junction between my neck and shoulders. I love it when he starts getting rough, leaving little love bites all over me. I suppose that I'm a little bit of a masochist at heart. I cry out as he gently bites on one of my nipples. My hands clenched on his soft, black hair tightly as one of his hands unbuttons my pants.
"Mmmm, Mamoru, that feels so..."
"I know, Motoki, I know," he whispers softly. All I want right now is to feel his hands caressing my penis and fuck me here on the spot. I guide one of his hands towards my groin.
"Lower..," I whisper with a little hint of begging in my voice.
I squirm a little as he pumps my cock harshly. He was enjoying every little minute of it, though I've done nothing for him.
"Should we take this upstairs? I wouldn't want to make a mess down here," he says, biting just above my navel.
Go upstairs? Now? I know that he isn't thinking of stopping, just for us to get to my bedroom? Besides, with him as a screamer, there was a high risk of him waking up my parents. And the last thing I need is to explain to them on why I was giving Mamoru a blowjob at one o'clock in the morning.
I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing harshly as Mamoru increases his pace. I feel my nails digging into his shoulder blades, leaving a few scratch marks. Fortunately, none of them were deep enough to draw blood.
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And there you have it. The original, unfinished chapter four. I now bid you farewell, for now.
Comments, constructive criticisms, and flames are appreciated.
Sakura the Cookie Monster
AUTHOR: Sakura the Cookie Monster
PART: 4 of 4
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The standard disclaimers apply. I'm only borrowing them for a little bit.
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Lesson Four - The Lost Manga
Damn it! Where is it? I hope that I didn't lose it. Just think about the last place I could've left it. My father bought me that manga, thinking that I would enjoy the sheer artistic skill that was done in the manga. Of course, he knew that it had questionable content. But, he figured that I was mature enough to handle it.
And I was. That manga changed my life. Well, not as much as becoming a Sailor Senshi. But, it was a pretty close change. I would reward myself with reading a page or two of the manga if I studied hard for a test. Not that I needed the motivation anyway. But, it was nice to reward myself after studying for a long time.
The artwork in that particular manga was very detailed and drawn exceptionally well. Then again, I never had my father's keen eye for art. It was a birthday gift that he sent to me last year.
Which is why I'm looking for it now.
Think, think, think! Where was the last place I had the manga? Then, I remember in horror on where I had it last. I last had it at the cafe, right after Usagi, Rei, and I have eavesdropped on that conversation. Thinking back to that conversation, it was like a dream come true.
Observing those two together, I thought that, if they were gay, they would make a perfect couple. Mamoru, to me, seemed like an intelligent guy that needed someone to keep up with him. Both mentally and sexually, for Mamoru, to me, doesn't seem like the type to care about the looks of anyone. And I think that Motoki balances him out in a good way.
But, what do I know? I'm just a girl genius that collects shounen-ai manga as a small hobby.
Then, I get an idea. I quickly pick up the phone and call Usagi. If there's anyone that has a big interest in all kinds of manga, she does. I pick up the phone and dial her number. Oh, I hope that she's not asleep.
"Hello?"
"Usagi-chan?"
"Ami-chan? What are you doing calling me at 11:15pm?", Usagi asked, yawning loudly over the phone.
"Um, I was wondering if you had seen an old manga at the arcade. After I left."
"Hai, hai, Ami-chan. I was reading it before I fell asleep."
Oh great! Now Usagi knows my little secret.
"I was wondering if you could bring it to school tomorrow."
"Okay! Um, Ami, I was wondering something."
"Go on. Ask away."
"What's your opinion on what we overheard today? I know Rei's opinion. And I asked my dad his opinion. But, I'm still confused."
"Honestly, I don't know what to think. Though, I did have a theory that Mamoru would go for someone that is kind, fun, and that could keep him from thinking too deep in thought."
"So, do you think that Motoki is perfect for him?"
"I don't know. We don't know what kind of men that Mamoru and Motoki are interested in. We don't even know whether they're just experimenting with homosexuality or not."
"...I don't think that they are. I honestly think that they are blissfully and happily in love with each other."
"You really think so?"
"Ami-chan, do you think that the world is trying to tell us something?"
"Like what?"
"Well, today, my father was fired from his job because of his opinions when it concerned homosexuality. Then, we overhear that Mamoru and Motoki are an item. As if that weren't enough, when I came into my room a few hours ago, Luna gave me a lecture about the wrongs of homosexuality. She scolded me when she caught me reading your manga," Usagi rambled.
"Maybe it's all a coincidence?", I asked, concerned about Usagi's sudden brainstorm.
"Ami-chan, from what I learned today, it's this: coincidences are not useful. Somebody is trying to tell us something and we don't know what the message is."
"...I think that you forgot about Occam's Razor."
"Occam's Razor? What's that?"
"The Razor is the principle that the simplest solution to a given problem is often the correct one," I explained, smiling the whole time.
"You think that we should just not turn this into a conspiracy?"
"Exactly. Now, as it's going to be midnight soon, I suggest that we head for bed. You can return the manga to me and we can discuss more about your theory tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay. Good night, Ami-chan."
"Good night, Usagi-chan," I said, hanging up the phone afterwards.
I turn off the lamp, getting comfortable in my bed. Did I learn anything today? Sure I did. I think. It was this: coincidences are just coincidences. And, I'll just leave it at that.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: At last! The block is gone and this story is finished. But before I go, for those that were patient enough for the last chapter, I'm going to give you what I had written for the original chapter four for Lessons. So, enjoy this little bit of unfinished writing.
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Original Chapter Four - Unimportant Tasks
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It's been a very long, tiring day. I'm sitting on the stool, counting the money that the arcade has brought in today. Gods, do I wish for a little distraction? Especially one with soft, ebony black hair and dazzling blue eyes. When he's in my arms, he gives such a dreamy expression on his face that it is worth seeing him with that evil green jacket that my dad gave him for a Christmas gift. I only saw that jacket as a gift of pity. But Mamoru only saw it as a treasure to him. Hopefully, he won't be wearing that green jacket tonight.
And to be honest with you, I hate the color green. No matter which shade of green you show me, it only looks sickly in my eyes. If I could, I would change my eye color to blue or grey. Those colors have always been brilliant, in my opinion. Green is just a color mixed with blue and yellow. Mamoru is about the only person I can stand wearing green. He, at least, picks shades that don't make me want to vomit.
I smile a little as I imagine him in something very un-Mamoru like: tight, black leather pants, a white, satin, buttoned-down bell sleeved shirt, and knee-high, black leather boots. The day that Mamoru dresses like that is the day that I walk around wearing only a tea cozy for a hat during work. But that mental image of him is so delicious; it makes me want to wish that it would be for real.
I bite my lower lip as I finish this tedious and, in my lustful mind, unimportant task. He's late. What's taking him so long? Did he have night classes tonight? Or maybe he has a flat tire? Nothing would kill my mood more than receiving a phone call from Mamoru saying that his car has a flat tire and that needs a lift.
I reach for the boom box that I've placed next to the cash register and switch the radio on. Out of all the songs that the radio station could play, they had to play the one that I currently hated the most. My sister plans on going to one of their concerts and their music drives me to the brink of insanity. Damn the New Kids on the Block! Sometimes, I think my hatred for them surpasses my hatred for the color green. And that's really saying something.
"I thought you hated New Kids on the Block, Motoki?"
I turn around suddenly to see Mamoru sitting on one of the stools nearby the boom box.
"You're late," I point out, smirking as I see Mamoru, with a look on his face that was both innocent and wanton at the same time. I notice a bruise that was starting to form on his cheek. I place the last of the money in the safe, glad that this was over.
"Gomen ne, Motoki," he says, a small frown forming on his lips.
"Did you get into a fight?", I inquire, walking towards him.
"No. Why do you ask?", He asked, confused as to why I would ask him such a question. I know that he hasn't been in fights for nearly four years.
"Because there's a bruise that's forming nicely on your right cheek," I say as I caress his cheek with the back of my hand. His head tilts toward my hand, greatly enjoying the gentle touch, "Alright then, what happened?"
"Mmmmm... That feels so nice," he purrs out. His eyes were closed, with a blissful and content look on his face.
"Don't dodge the question, Mamoru," I say, a little frustrated. I would love nothing more than to feel Mamoru inside me. But lately, I've seen bruises all over his body and I know it's not because of his judo classes. Gods, I can't stand it when he's hurt like this without explanation. And I'm slowly losing all sense of self-control as he grabs my hand and kisses the palm of my right hand.
I glance at his clothes and notice that he's wearing a dark, emerald green shirt over a sleeveless light grey t-shirt and washed-out denim jeans that hug his hips and waist gracefully. I sigh, wishing that his favorite jacket were that nice emerald green and not that sickly green. I walk over to the other side of the counter to where Mamoru was at and pull him into a searing, passionate kiss. Kissing him lights an uncontrollable inferno within me. I tug his lower lip, coaxing it so that I can slip my tongue into his mouth.
He stands up, pressing himself against me. A low moan of anguish escapes from me as Mamoru ends the kiss and grabs me by the hand, briskly walking towards our favorite make-out spot. And that happened to be a racing game that we've recently brought in the arcade. He pulls me into his lap. I hastily pull off that green shirt and throw it on the floor as the two of us were kissing each other. Sometimes, I like kissing him a lot more than making love to him.
He pauses the kisses for a little bit as he takes off his grey shirt, leaving him nude from the waist up. I see him shiver a little. Goosebumps were forming on his arms.
"It's freezing in here!", he complains, crossing his arms over his chest and rubbing his arms to keep warm. His teeth were chattering a little. Despite him freezing, he looked perfect in my eyes. Though there were more of those unexplainable bruises marring his otherwise unscarred torso.
"Blame my mom. She just loves to have all of us as frozen popsicles," I point out, before smiling a little, "Besides, I'll keep you warm."
I lean forward, tugging on his earlobe with my teeth. My hand gently presses against his mound, rubbing it softly. His moans are driving me to madness as I kiss his jaw line. He's unbuttoning my shirt and rubbing the sides of my abs, clawing at them once in a while.
All of a sudden, he tugs on my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my throat to him. He bites on the junction between my neck and shoulders. I love it when he starts getting rough, leaving little love bites all over me. I suppose that I'm a little bit of a masochist at heart. I cry out as he gently bites on one of my nipples. My hands clenched on his soft, black hair tightly as one of his hands unbuttons my pants.
"Mmmm, Mamoru, that feels so..."
"I know, Motoki, I know," he whispers softly. All I want right now is to feel his hands caressing my penis and fuck me here on the spot. I guide one of his hands towards my groin.
"Lower..," I whisper with a little hint of begging in my voice.
I squirm a little as he pumps my cock harshly. He was enjoying every little minute of it, though I've done nothing for him.
"Should we take this upstairs? I wouldn't want to make a mess down here," he says, biting just above my navel.
Go upstairs? Now? I know that he isn't thinking of stopping, just for us to get to my bedroom? Besides, with him as a screamer, there was a high risk of him waking up my parents. And the last thing I need is to explain to them on why I was giving Mamoru a blowjob at one o'clock in the morning.
I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing harshly as Mamoru increases his pace. I feel my nails digging into his shoulder blades, leaving a few scratch marks. Fortunately, none of them were deep enough to draw blood.
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And there you have it. The original, unfinished chapter four. I now bid you farewell, for now.
Comments, constructive criticisms, and flames are appreciated.
Sakura the Cookie Monster