Chapter 3
The morning came, setting the room in a golden light. Somehow during the night Katsumi had managed to move herself on top of him and was now snoozing lightly, her head against his chest, her arms still holding onto him. Kurama was holding her as well, arms around her shoulders, slowly slipping from sleep. He looked down and blushed slightly, but that went away after a few moments, and he simply lay there, waiting for her to awaken. He looked to the ceiling and wondered what she would do to him today and if she would make him leave. He didn't want to leave, not anymore. He wanted to stay here with her for a while longer, it was quite enjoyable once you get over the teasing.
She awoke slowly, too comfortable to want to move. Is it me, or did this bed get like ten times more comfortable last night? She opened her eyes and noticed that she was sleeping on him, wrapped in his arms, and began to blush heavily for a moment. Yup, it is more comfortable than before and warmer too. She smiled and looked up to him. "So, trying to molest me in my sleep are you?" She wriggled free and sat up, straddling him and pressing her hands against his chest. "If your goal was to get in my pants, all you had to do was ask you know, I'm sure we could have reached a compromise..." She giggled at his reaction, the way his face turned beet red and his ability to speak was rendered useless.
He didn't know why she thought he would do such a thing and hoped she didn't get the wrong idea about him. He shook his head back and forth quickly. "No! I'm not trying to have my way with you, I just went in the wrong room, and you told me not to leave! I was only doing what you told me to!" But her smile remained, and she simply leaned forward and poked him in the nose. "So, does that mean if I asked you to take me in your manly arms and ravage me you would do it? Be careful what you say Kurama-kun, you may just eat your words." She hopped from him and walked to the changing screen. "Well, you better not peek, or ill be forced to hurt you understand?" She remained quite and waited her to emerge from the screen. This time she wore a red baggy shirt and black baggy pants with red strips.
She smiled and winked to him as she exited her room. "Well, you go and get changed, I'm gonna go make breakfast. Hope you like Miso soup and rice!" She walked off to the kitchen and left him there by himself. The day has just begun and already she is teasing me, I have a feeling this will be a long day. He sat there a moment and simply thought about all the things he had been through just last night. After a few moments he got out of bed and saw that she had left his cloths on the table next to the changing screen. He changed quickly and went out of the room and walking down the hall. He was drawn to the kitchen from all the smells and felt himself grow hungrier as he neared the kitchen.
She was almost finished preparing by the time she arrived, trying to make the miso thick just the way she liked it. She turned and smiled at Kurama. "Well, I see you finally got out of bed then. Well, good, another few minutes and I would have to use force." She held up a large metal spatula, her type of force for the morning and smiled innocently towards him. "Now if you'll be a sweetheart and go wait in the living room I'll have the food ready in just a minute." He blinked slightly at the way she was acting. She seemed oddly nicer to him than last night, more easy-going and much more carefree than before. An attempted swing at his head with a spatula brought him back to reality and he walked quickly to the living room and waited patiently, wondering if he would survive the day with her. One night was bad enough, but it seemed one day would be hell.
It was about 15 more minutes before she arrived in the living room with her serving tray. On it were four bowels. Two contained her miso soup recipe, while the other two contained a serving of rice. Instead of placing the dishes across from each other like yesterday, she chose to place them next to each other, and sat next to him. She looked to him and smiled lovingly and then began to eat. He looked to her a moment and then began to eat as well. "This is very good, a bit too thin, but otherwise its good." She nodded a bit and then turned to look at him. "Oh? So you like your soup thick as well? Well then, next time I wont have to boil it down then. I like mine thick, but I didn't know if you did or not, so I left it a bit runny." He chuckled slightly, and placed his bowel on the table and left the rice alone for now. "It's funny, you don't strike me as an individual that cares for the satisfaction of others. Up to this point it seemed as if you only did things that amused and satisfied you...but I guess I was wrong wasn't I?"
She gagged slightly and set down her bowel, a bit flustered now. "Do I really strike you as that kind of person? Do I really appear stuck-up and egotistical?" He shook his head quickly. "I didn't say that at all Miss Katsumi..." She poked his nose hard. "I said call me Katsumi, no miss you hear me? It makes me feel old." He nodded and rubbed his nose and tried to ignore the pain. "Well then, Katsumi...what I said was that you struck me as one who does things for your own amusement, disregarding the feelings of anyone that it might affect. But as I said, I don't think that anymore, at least not for now." She smiled her cheeks a light pink now. But she then raised a large frying pan and glared at him. "Well, if you ever call me cynical, egotistical, snotty, stuck-up, or a bitch...lets just say I will have to discipline you, got it?" He stared at her and simply nodded, slowly looking away and returning to his rice.
There was a long silence after that, broken only by the sounds of their eating. When both were finished she took the empty bowels and went to the kitchen, motioning Kurama to remain seated. He did as he was told and remained in his sitting position, looking around once again. He wondered if she was planning something again, and hoped she wasn't. She returned and sat down again, only this time she was behind him, and she rested her head against his back, her arms around him once again. "Kurama-kun...may I ask you a favor? Please?" He blushed again and immediately thought it was another plan of hers, but he couldn't help but be nice and say yes. "Well...I was wondering, if...we could spend some personal time together, just us two, doing something special..." He began to choke on air again. What is she planning, oh this wont end well, not one bit. He nodded slightly and spoke softly. "Well, may I ask what you want to do?" She hugged him tightly and spoke in almost a whisper. "I want to go out and go shopping with you, at the mall or something, just you and me. Without my friends tagging along, a date if you will." He remained quiet and then nodded slowly. "I would love to go on a 'date' with you Katsumi." He smiled softly to himself. Maybe today won't be so bad afterall.
The morning came, setting the room in a golden light. Somehow during the night Katsumi had managed to move herself on top of him and was now snoozing lightly, her head against his chest, her arms still holding onto him. Kurama was holding her as well, arms around her shoulders, slowly slipping from sleep. He looked down and blushed slightly, but that went away after a few moments, and he simply lay there, waiting for her to awaken. He looked to the ceiling and wondered what she would do to him today and if she would make him leave. He didn't want to leave, not anymore. He wanted to stay here with her for a while longer, it was quite enjoyable once you get over the teasing.
She awoke slowly, too comfortable to want to move. Is it me, or did this bed get like ten times more comfortable last night? She opened her eyes and noticed that she was sleeping on him, wrapped in his arms, and began to blush heavily for a moment. Yup, it is more comfortable than before and warmer too. She smiled and looked up to him. "So, trying to molest me in my sleep are you?" She wriggled free and sat up, straddling him and pressing her hands against his chest. "If your goal was to get in my pants, all you had to do was ask you know, I'm sure we could have reached a compromise..." She giggled at his reaction, the way his face turned beet red and his ability to speak was rendered useless.
He didn't know why she thought he would do such a thing and hoped she didn't get the wrong idea about him. He shook his head back and forth quickly. "No! I'm not trying to have my way with you, I just went in the wrong room, and you told me not to leave! I was only doing what you told me to!" But her smile remained, and she simply leaned forward and poked him in the nose. "So, does that mean if I asked you to take me in your manly arms and ravage me you would do it? Be careful what you say Kurama-kun, you may just eat your words." She hopped from him and walked to the changing screen. "Well, you better not peek, or ill be forced to hurt you understand?" She remained quite and waited her to emerge from the screen. This time she wore a red baggy shirt and black baggy pants with red strips.
She smiled and winked to him as she exited her room. "Well, you go and get changed, I'm gonna go make breakfast. Hope you like Miso soup and rice!" She walked off to the kitchen and left him there by himself. The day has just begun and already she is teasing me, I have a feeling this will be a long day. He sat there a moment and simply thought about all the things he had been through just last night. After a few moments he got out of bed and saw that she had left his cloths on the table next to the changing screen. He changed quickly and went out of the room and walking down the hall. He was drawn to the kitchen from all the smells and felt himself grow hungrier as he neared the kitchen.
She was almost finished preparing by the time she arrived, trying to make the miso thick just the way she liked it. She turned and smiled at Kurama. "Well, I see you finally got out of bed then. Well, good, another few minutes and I would have to use force." She held up a large metal spatula, her type of force for the morning and smiled innocently towards him. "Now if you'll be a sweetheart and go wait in the living room I'll have the food ready in just a minute." He blinked slightly at the way she was acting. She seemed oddly nicer to him than last night, more easy-going and much more carefree than before. An attempted swing at his head with a spatula brought him back to reality and he walked quickly to the living room and waited patiently, wondering if he would survive the day with her. One night was bad enough, but it seemed one day would be hell.
It was about 15 more minutes before she arrived in the living room with her serving tray. On it were four bowels. Two contained her miso soup recipe, while the other two contained a serving of rice. Instead of placing the dishes across from each other like yesterday, she chose to place them next to each other, and sat next to him. She looked to him and smiled lovingly and then began to eat. He looked to her a moment and then began to eat as well. "This is very good, a bit too thin, but otherwise its good." She nodded a bit and then turned to look at him. "Oh? So you like your soup thick as well? Well then, next time I wont have to boil it down then. I like mine thick, but I didn't know if you did or not, so I left it a bit runny." He chuckled slightly, and placed his bowel on the table and left the rice alone for now. "It's funny, you don't strike me as an individual that cares for the satisfaction of others. Up to this point it seemed as if you only did things that amused and satisfied you...but I guess I was wrong wasn't I?"
She gagged slightly and set down her bowel, a bit flustered now. "Do I really strike you as that kind of person? Do I really appear stuck-up and egotistical?" He shook his head quickly. "I didn't say that at all Miss Katsumi..." She poked his nose hard. "I said call me Katsumi, no miss you hear me? It makes me feel old." He nodded and rubbed his nose and tried to ignore the pain. "Well then, Katsumi...what I said was that you struck me as one who does things for your own amusement, disregarding the feelings of anyone that it might affect. But as I said, I don't think that anymore, at least not for now." She smiled her cheeks a light pink now. But she then raised a large frying pan and glared at him. "Well, if you ever call me cynical, egotistical, snotty, stuck-up, or a bitch...lets just say I will have to discipline you, got it?" He stared at her and simply nodded, slowly looking away and returning to his rice.
There was a long silence after that, broken only by the sounds of their eating. When both were finished she took the empty bowels and went to the kitchen, motioning Kurama to remain seated. He did as he was told and remained in his sitting position, looking around once again. He wondered if she was planning something again, and hoped she wasn't. She returned and sat down again, only this time she was behind him, and she rested her head against his back, her arms around him once again. "Kurama-kun...may I ask you a favor? Please?" He blushed again and immediately thought it was another plan of hers, but he couldn't help but be nice and say yes. "Well...I was wondering, if...we could spend some personal time together, just us two, doing something special..." He began to choke on air again. What is she planning, oh this wont end well, not one bit. He nodded slightly and spoke softly. "Well, may I ask what you want to do?" She hugged him tightly and spoke in almost a whisper. "I want to go out and go shopping with you, at the mall or something, just you and me. Without my friends tagging along, a date if you will." He remained quiet and then nodded slowly. "I would love to go on a 'date' with you Katsumi." He smiled softly to himself. Maybe today won't be so bad afterall.