by the mighty mighty m
disclaimer: they aren't mine, though I can't imagine why not. I'd take good care of them.
It wasn't because opposites attracted, even if she hadn't minded the cliché, as they weren't as different as they thought they were. If the end justified the means, then they were using different means to reach the same end. And it wasn't a pretty end either.
Well, that wasn't quite what An meant. True, it wasn't pretty. What Momoshiro Takeshi and Kamio Akira were was hot. For each other. Which delighted Tachibana An so much she was hard pressed not to skip around hugging herself, at least not while anyone she knew was in sight. After all, such behavior was not suitable for a teenage girl, even one as cool as her.
An supposed she was expected to feel upset by her two biggest admirers ditching her for each other, and to give her credit, she did try. But she could only tolerate so much time closed in her room listening to angsty songs about lost love and betrayal before An had to admit she wasn't any less happy than she was before.
Yes, she was fond of them. She had known them since junior high, after all. Yes, she found them attractive. She just found them more attractive when she saw them necking by the street courts at six in the morning. Yes... Tachibana An liked that.
Unbeknownst to them, Momo and Kamio had gained a shadow. A sneaky, giggling, An-shaped shadow. It was there when Momo pinned his redheaded boyfriend against a tree and kissed him in broad daylight. It was there for Kamio's pounce attack on the taller boy behind the clubhouse at a practice match, as well as for the thorough ravishing against the vending machines that followed. It was a very happy shadow.
Until that fateful morning at the tennis court, An hadn't thought of herself as a voyeur. She just hadn't seen the appeal. Now, three weeks later, she was more than willing to revise her opinion on the subject. An had expected feel a bit more guilty for prying into something that that was so entirely not her business.
But she didn't, at least not at first. The moment of truth came unexpectedly on a Sunday afternoon, when An was actually minding her own business for once, rather than pretending to be so she could ogle her favorite stalkees out of the corner of her eye. No, this was an innocent visit on behalf of her brother, who had asked her to deliver some training schedules to his vice captain. There were no schemes running through her head as she let herself into Kamio's house. Her mind was on the task at hand as she politely toed off her shoes by the door. Yes, An was being a good, dutiful little sister, right up until she heard the first moan.
With instincts honed by weeks of stalking, An crept along the hall to the room she knew belonged to Kamio from previous visits. Carefully, she bent her head to listen at the door to confirm her best suspicions had come true.
Momo: Check.
Kamio: Check.
Bedroom: Check.
Interesting Sounds: Check.
An stopped herself before she could reach for the doorknob, curiosity and courtesy engaging in a brief fight before courtesy stuffed curiosity in a sack and threw it in a river. She left as quietly as she came in, leaving the schedules she'd been sent to deliver on the kitchen table before closing the door firmly behind her.
Kamio Akira arrived at practice the next day with a yawn and a smug smirk, but even he,the smirkmaster of Fudomine, couldn't match the brilliant cat-who-ate-the-canary-and-managed-to-get-some-cream-as-well grin worn by Tachibana An.