Chapter Nine In Which Ken Gets His First Kiss...
Ken bumped his head painfully on the sofa, trying to squirm out as quickly as possible and oblivious to the fact that his skirt, which he was not used to, jumped to his waist and he (pardon, SHE ^_^) was as good as naked when finally emerged from under the sofa.
In his hand he had a pink bra.
It was a wonderful sight altogether.
"Uhm..." Ken said and blew away the indigo strand of hair.
"Hello. Can I help you?" said the boy above him breathlessly.
Ken looked up and gasped in shock. "Takeru?!"
"Oh..." the blonde boy darted his eyes away from the welcoming sight of Ken's spread legs. "You're Ken's cousin, right?" He checked to see if the girl managed to sit up properly on her hunches and since Ken took his favourite boy position, he quickly looked up, cheeks reddening, suddenly interested in a fly hopping against the ceiling.
"Uhu..." Ken nodded. How am I supposed to get out of this mess? he thought lamentably. Takeru touched her shoulder tentatively and Ken realized he asked him a question.
"Huh?"
"What's your name?"
"What?" she nervously stuck the tip of her finger into her mouth and bit it. "My name?" she mumbled. Takeru watched in sweet fascination her mouth working around her finger... And those round shapes lower, under the topic...
"Un," he heard himself speak.
What to say?! Ken panicked. "Yasa... shiiko," she said, raising her big sparkling eyes at him.
"Kawaii.." the blonde licked his lips nervously. He was sixteen after all and a healthy male, brother to THE Ishida Yamato, and that's why his thoughts were 90 per cent sex oriented. The remaining 10 per cent was food because he was still a good friend to Motomiya Daisuke. An evil laughter sounded in Takeru's head, Daisuke is a looooooooooooser!
"You want uhm... ice-cream, p'haps?" he asked.
"What?"
I mumble like an idiot, Takeru thought. A perfect girl is staring at my crotch with her legs drawn apart and I'm mumbling like an idiot.
"Would you like some ice-cream?" he cleared his throat. "It's a bit hot here, isn't it?" he said out of breath.
Ken hesitated. He began to stand up and Takeru helped him up with an arm over his waist. Her, I meant her waist. And, Ken realised at the same, he was a she if looks had any say in it and that meant it was natural to accept Takeru's offer of a friendly hand.
I hate being a girl. I understand why females are so crazy about feminism!
"Well, I'm waiting for Miyako..." she said fighting to draw away. Takeru ignored it and held her close.
"Ah, don't worry!" he said cheerfully. "I'm waiting for her too. Let me show you around Odaiba. You're new here?" he pulled her to the door in a macho way. In an instant they were outside and descending the stairs.
"Takeru-kun, please, wait!" Ken begged after he found himself falling into his arms for a third time. His shoes were killing him... Takeru on the other hand was very pleased with the situation - it's not everyday hyper sexy girls are falling into your arms.
They fell out of the door. The passing group of boys Takeru's age in Odaiba Junior High uniforms studied Ken's legs. Ken's face became glorious shade of purple.
"Hi, Takaishi!" one said enviously. "Wanna join us?"
Takeru waved him away and with his arm around -former-Ken's waist bounced down the street to the ice-cream parlor he knew so well. Hikari and he often went there. And just to clear something up - Takeru was not in love with Hikari. She forbade it. And if he was as much as caught staring at her developing breasts, she ran to her Big Brother Taichi, and believe me, you don't want to discuss with Taichi why you were staring at his little sister's breasts.
But oh God, Ken's cousin is free to stare at...
That's why Takeru licked his ice-cream from his spoon and babbled some nonsense about his school, studying the girl's pink top. At first Ken humbly sat over his ice-cream and was absolutely ignorant of his bra showing in the cut of the top. When he noticed that Takeru was about to have a nosebleed he followed the line of his burning stare and quickly straightened his back.
"So..." Takeru sighed disappointed. "You came from where?"
"...Osaka."
Ken coughed in attempt to focus Takeru's attention on his face.
"Nice place, Osaka," the blonde said casting a glance at the front of Ken's top. "Are you going to stay long?"
"... I don't know." Ken moved his ice-cream bowl in front of her breast to bar the view. Takeru promptly straightened his back and hovering on the rim of his chair peered in her bra.
It was no less than a war...
Ken leant far back in his chair. Takeru's eyes studied her stomach and her hips and the waistline of her skirt. Ken blew an irritable breath. He folded his hands on his chest, threw one leg over the other and sent a death glare to Takeru's ice cream. The bowl was full of ice-cream and Ken wanted to go home already! No, not THAT pink lovely room - nice, dark, shadowed corner... bringing good memories of Kaiser's monitor room.
Takeru being sly and all, offered to feed Ken his ice-cream. The former boy shook his head. There were many other petty tricks and soon Takeru hit upon the ultimate - his spoon went clattering on the floor.
"Don't worry, I'll get it!" the boy exclaimed and readily dove under the table.
"Wait! Don't! You can get another at the counter!!" the indigo-haired panicked. Ken blushed when he heard him crawling around his legs. He pulled down his short skirt wherever he feared he was being stared at.
"Oops, sorry," Takeru mumbled cheerfully when the side of his face brushed Ken's knee and something suspiciously resembling a kiss landed on his calf. The indigo-haired shot up from the table.
"I ... I need to go to.. to the bathroom..." he mumbled and darted away.
At the door to the restroom he got some very strange glances until he looked up and saw that he was about to enter the men's room.
"UH!" he gasped, quickly looked down, assessed that he did not match the description on the sign of the men's room and drew his hand from the door handle as if it was on fire. The door opened and an elderly man bumped into Ken.
"Gomen..." Ken uttered seeing that all the stares of the men in the bathroom were suddenly directed to him. "Gomen..."
He backed away and found lady's bathroom. It was the most horrible place he could imagine - worse than hearing Devimon's voice and see a hole beneath your feet anyway. There were girls and girls were everywhere!!! And the dirty comments they made on sanitary pads, and the way they put on make-up and the sound of flushing water toned out by constant giggling and gossipping... He crept to the nearest cubicle and hastily locked it. The girl in the next cubicle was vividly discussing her boyfriend with her friend who was brushing her teeth over the sink. Ken nearly had a coronary when he thought that he might one day become one of those.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!
But it was still not the worst thing. The worst thing was when he realised he had to pull down the panties and do the stuff that ordinary girls - meaning not the kind of girls that were males just few hours ago - learnt to do since birth. He didn't know what to do with the skirt - should he pull it down as well or hold it up and how was he supposed to hold it up while his panties were in his hand... Did they use one hand or two..? Was it really hygienic to sit down on that ... that... thing..? The nature won though and he managed to do everything right...
Why didn't Miyako explained everything to me beforehand!!! Why do I always have to find it out the hard way!, he cried inwardly.
Later, as the initial shock wore out, he furiously straightened his skirt and flushed the water. He didn't remember the time when he was that angry. Maybe during that punch-exchange with Takeru in the Digiworld... Suddenly hitting something wasn't such a bad idea.
His fist landed on the door with a BANG! Then another and another vicious BANG! sounded and the entire bathroom went dead quiet listening to the pounding on the poor door. Finally, having unleashed his frustration on the innocent, Ken marched out of the cubicle and into the cafe. Girls gave him a wide berth.
Takeru was sulking and digging his ice-cream.
"I want to go home!" she demanded.
"Okay."
The blonde boy quickly paid for the two.
"My treat," he said cheerfully. "Let's go?" And taking slightly astonished Ken by the crook of his arm, the blonde walked out into the dark street.
Hmm... Ken doubted. It pays to be a girl, after all. But still, it's 100 per cent crap!
Takeru whistling led her to Miyako's and his apartment building. It's unclear what thoughts lurked in his blonde head. They must have surely run about the failure Daisuke and about the pretty thing that he was holding in his arms. When they exited the elevator the boy halted, his pose expressing unwillingness to return that girl back home.
"Are you sure you want to go?" he asked miserably.
"Yes!" The indigo-haired hastily nodded.
"Well, then," Takeru looked down at her shapely legs. "Yasashiiko-chan... it was great and I hope to see you again.."
"Yeah, yeah," Ken gave a smile and retrieved his hand from the boy's fingers.
"You're a great girl."
"Thanks."
"Mayaharnsksisyammutter?"
"What?..."
Takeru stepped up and kissed her right on lips. Ken froze. His eyes were wide open but he didn't see anything. Takeru's hands went round his waist and his mouth was moving hot over his lips. It took Ken ages to start thinking again and his first thought was, Kissing at such age is not allowed.
The thought number two was, He's kissing me, and I'm a BOY!!!
And that made him act. The indigo-haired put his hand on Takeru's shoulder and weakly pushed him away. But not fast enough. The door to Miyako's apartment opened wide and a head poked out. After a pause, seeing Ken disentangling himself from the blonde, the head said, "Here you are, at last."
"Koushirou?" Takeru mouthed and turned very red.
"Yep. Everybody's waiting. Come in, Ken, Takeru..." he gestured them inside.
"Ken? Where the hell is Ken?" the blonde muttered suspiciously nervously backing into the apartment.
The indigo-haired girl wasn't moving, standing there like a statue with a hand over her mouth. She looked ready to faint.
No more, Ken, baby. No more fainting. Get together! came the command from the inmost recesses of his brain. Ken stirred.
Kaiser? MY DEAR KAISER!!! I'm so HAPPY to see you! NOW everything's gonna be okay!
"Let's go, Ken," Koushirou led him by the arm, while Ken was grinning stupidly to himself - or to his alter ego.
Hmph! said the Kaiser from the dark of his mind. Finally appreciated. Mwahahaha!
tsuzuku...
Author sweatdrops and apologises for long delay: But you see, I wasn't depressed enough to write this fic... Now I am. Gahhh..