Da Capo
-Meeko Melodie
Meeko: Hey dudes and dudettes! I'm sorry if I update too slowly...because I've got stupid summer class and all. Yea, so here you go!
Recap from Chapter 7
And it was settle that Kouji needed vengeance. Why? He was depressed and needed to try to cause pain to Izumi's life or at the least, make her jealous.
"Yes," Kouji thought again as they finished and were packing stuff away for the next class, "that's what I'm going to do."
Chapter 8: Sweet Revenge, or is it? Part 1
"But who can help me?" Kouji was deep in thought once again as he headed towards his room to drop off his guitar and speakers. Meanwhile, Ryo was nowhere to be seen. But Kouji could so see Ryo talking to Ryuko, trying to grab her attention or, well, you know where.
Kouji walked heavily up the stairs and he was just about to turn to his door when something caught his eyes. Someone, actually, to be precise. Jocelyn Clarkson was leaning against the door, Kouji's room door, with her pale blue eyes staring at Kouji.
"Great," Kouji thought dully, "this is just what I need, another bit- " He stopped and blinked," wait a minute, I know who can help now." He inched closer to his door and to Jocelyn. Now that Kouji had a better view, he saw with a bit of both disgust and surprise that Jocelyn's tie, a part of the uniform was gone, and a few buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing parts of her bulging breasts.
"What are you doing here?" Kouji asked coolly, closing in on her.
"You know what I want," Jocelyn whispered sweetly, tracing her fingers around Kouji's chin lines and still looking at his dark cerulean eyes in return.
"Actually," Kouji replied, his lips twitched, "unless you tell me what you want, get the hell out of this building."
"All I want," Jocelyn barely whispered, closing the space between them and her lips were almost at Kouji's, "is you." Kouji pulled Jocelyn into his strong embrace (Meeko: Shame on you!) and kissed her without thinking much of it. When he was studying in England, he dated a few girls just to try and get his mind off Izumi. The truth was that Kouji never felt any attachment to them, for any special reason. Sure, he felt he was in love once again every time he dated a new girl, but that feeling wouldn't last a week, or even a day in a few cases. And in the case of Jocelyn, well, Kouji didn't expect any exceptions from this girl he was now, pulling gently into his room, while still kissing her.
His electric guitar lay forgotten outside the room, Kouji closed the door and led Jocelyn to his bed. Kouji wasn't too worried about people barging in. The only person who would barge in would probably be Ryo, who lived here, but he wasn't too worried about that either, since Ryo was so obsessed with Ryuko these days.
Jocelyn, while moaning in Kouji's arms, started to undo Kouji's shirt buttons.
"Shit," Kouji thought, startled at her sudden action, "what the fuck does she think she's doing?" This was only, what, the third time they had met and they hadn't even said ten sentences to each other. Ryo was right; this Jocelyn Clarkson here was one bitch.
Meeko: Ok! I have to go now. I know this is short but the best is coming, ok? I promise I'll write longer for the next part...although I might not be able to come up to it. Oh well!
Meeko: Hey dudes and dudettes! I'm sorry if I update too slowly...because I've got stupid summer class and all. Yea, so here you go!
Recap from Chapter 7
And it was settle that Kouji needed vengeance. Why? He was depressed and needed to try to cause pain to Izumi's life or at the least, make her jealous.
"Yes," Kouji thought again as they finished and were packing stuff away for the next class, "that's what I'm going to do."
Chapter 8: Sweet Revenge, or is it? Part 1
"But who can help me?" Kouji was deep in thought once again as he headed towards his room to drop off his guitar and speakers. Meanwhile, Ryo was nowhere to be seen. But Kouji could so see Ryo talking to Ryuko, trying to grab her attention or, well, you know where.
Kouji walked heavily up the stairs and he was just about to turn to his door when something caught his eyes. Someone, actually, to be precise. Jocelyn Clarkson was leaning against the door, Kouji's room door, with her pale blue eyes staring at Kouji.
"Great," Kouji thought dully, "this is just what I need, another bit- " He stopped and blinked," wait a minute, I know who can help now." He inched closer to his door and to Jocelyn. Now that Kouji had a better view, he saw with a bit of both disgust and surprise that Jocelyn's tie, a part of the uniform was gone, and a few buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing parts of her bulging breasts.
"What are you doing here?" Kouji asked coolly, closing in on her.
"You know what I want," Jocelyn whispered sweetly, tracing her fingers around Kouji's chin lines and still looking at his dark cerulean eyes in return.
"Actually," Kouji replied, his lips twitched, "unless you tell me what you want, get the hell out of this building."
"All I want," Jocelyn barely whispered, closing the space between them and her lips were almost at Kouji's, "is you." Kouji pulled Jocelyn into his strong embrace (Meeko: Shame on you!) and kissed her without thinking much of it. When he was studying in England, he dated a few girls just to try and get his mind off Izumi. The truth was that Kouji never felt any attachment to them, for any special reason. Sure, he felt he was in love once again every time he dated a new girl, but that feeling wouldn't last a week, or even a day in a few cases. And in the case of Jocelyn, well, Kouji didn't expect any exceptions from this girl he was now, pulling gently into his room, while still kissing her.
His electric guitar lay forgotten outside the room, Kouji closed the door and led Jocelyn to his bed. Kouji wasn't too worried about people barging in. The only person who would barge in would probably be Ryo, who lived here, but he wasn't too worried about that either, since Ryo was so obsessed with Ryuko these days.
Jocelyn, while moaning in Kouji's arms, started to undo Kouji's shirt buttons.
"Shit," Kouji thought, startled at her sudden action, "what the fuck does she think she's doing?" This was only, what, the third time they had met and they hadn't even said ten sentences to each other. Ryo was right; this Jocelyn Clarkson here was one bitch.
Meeko: Ok! I have to go now. I know this is short but the best is coming, ok? I promise I'll write longer for the next part...although I might not be able to come up to it. Oh well!