Disclaimer: I don't own SD boys, Inoue does. The events that follow are not included in the original plot, but enjoy anyway.
'One on one?' It was all Rukawa could think of to cover up the mess he had summoned; after all it was really his fault to have started an awkward encounter.
'I'm sorry, I just can't right now. I'm nearly spent and...' Mitsui faltered and took a deep breath, his eyes still locked on Rukawa's who felt very vulnerable being held by such a blinding glare.
The silence that followed dulled the possibility of a pleasant conversation. Each stood spellbound by the charm of the other. No word came out but their gaze told it all.
Mitsui started to move slowly and as he reached forward to the freshman, he felt an irresistible need to satisfy what was missing inside him; something Kogure could not and would not give him. He held Kaede Rukawa tightly on the shoulders with both hands and laid his head on the latter's chest.
Rukawa was in heaven. Mitsui was in terrible delirium.
Sweat began to pour from each pore of Rukawa's skin like a river of glowing lava bursting from the mouth of an awakened volcano. Never in his life had he been this close to a dream and Mitsui was as beautiful as one.
The senior did not let go of the freshman's trembling body; his face buried on his chest, his arms around his shoulders. Rukawa tried to untangle himself from his beloved's clutches but as he receded an inch, the other lifted up his face and locked his lips with his.
Rukawa tried to reciprocate Mitsui's efforts but a powerful and binding stillness rendered him helpless; all he could do was to let the other do the work.
The pungent scent of Mitsui's aftershave was now shared by Rukawa. They'd been in each other's arms for quite a time. 'Who cares if we leave this building smelling alike?' he asked himself aimlessly.
Then suddenly, as swift as a lightning blade emanating from the lofty columns of the clouds, Mitsui pushed Rukawa aside. An impending look of disdain played under his eyelids like a mighty serpent about to spill venom
'What have I been doing?' Mitsui said in a restrained but angry voice. Rukawa did not answer, his face lost in stark blackness.
Mitsui wanted to strike Rukawa as a warden would torture a prisoner. He felt a deluge of unvanquished guilt flowing in every vain of his body, drowning and suffocating his respiratory functions. 'How can I?' he asked himself again and again.
He looked at Rukawa and found no reason to harbor hatred; it was he, Mitsui, who started that unbearably despicable act of love. His strength failed him as he collapsed on a folding chair but managed to speak, hoping to straighten things up between them.
'Look, what just happened is unthinkable. Forget about it.' He said with remarkable boldness.
'How's that possible?' Rukawa spat back. It was the first time he spoke in minutes and he could not, by all means, grant Mitsui's demand. How could anyone forget the defining moment of his life?
'I was in delusion; quite too distressed to grasp reason. Anyone in my shoes could've done something like that or anything worse. Don't put any meaning to it, it's purely nothing,' Mitsui lied.
'Poor liar, you are.' Rukawa answered, surpassing any tone of scornfulness.
Mitsui couldn't speak; he had just lost a crucial debate. Rukawa turned to go without looking at him.
'Okay. You win. You got me. Happy now?' Mitsui gave in. 'Just don't tell anyone what happened or you're done for.' He finished.
Rukawa just nodded, neither satisfied nor disappointed.
Mitsui couldn't bear the thought of forsaking Rukawa. He didn't know if a certain seriousness had assumed existence in his core feelings for the freshman; all he knew was that no state of euphoria could replace that moment. 'Ok. At least I'm no longer scared to look at him.' He said to himself.
TBC