XO'MagickMoon'OX
A/N: P.L.U.S.H.I.E.S.
Yuki-and-kyo-are-hot: A plushie of Yuki eating a Pocky stick and Kyo staring.
flamethrowerqueen: A plushie of Hana side-by-side with her brother.
Mokimo: A plushie of Akito that says "Boo" when you press her stomach.
BulmaWannabe: A plushie of Tohru, Hana, and Uo, with Tohru in the middle holding hands with the other two, and all three wearing skimpy lingerie; Tohru in blue, Uo in black, and Hana in red. And what's the second part? -poke-
Queen Blood-Ruby: A plushie of Kyo in a cat costume.
Shiro Ryuu: A plushie of Yuki eating Pocky.
Jesse: A plushie of...um... Ritsu sitting in front of Ayame while he braids Ritsu's hair, with Momiji bouncing around behind Aaya. Just 'cause I couldn't think of which one to give you, so I put all three in one.
And another thanks to Susannah for the beta-ing:D
And now here are the next two chapters!
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Let's see…he should be…right around here…
I peered through the window of a nearby classroom and saw Manabe sitting in the back row, sleeping. Big surprise. I knocked on the door and let myself into the room. "Excuse me," I said to the teacher. "I was wondering if I could borrow Manabe-san."
I mentally rolled my eyes at the collective sigh from the female population of the class and the murmurs of "He's so pretty" and "The Prince is so charming". How such simple words such as "excuse me" could spur this sort of reaction, I'd never figure out.
The teacher, meanwhile, was making her way to Manabe's desk, and she shook him awake, looking very perturbed at the fact that he'd been sleeping through her lecture. He sat up groggily, blinking. "Wha…?"
"Sohma-san is here to see you."
"Wha—oh, okay." He rose from his seat and practically sauntered to the front of the room.
"Thank you." I bowed to the teacher as we left. Manabe just waved lazily over his shoulder.
Once in the hallway, I turned to him and cut right to the chase. "Why didn't you tell me about the dance?"
Manabe blinked. "Ummm…" He studied me, almost as if scrutinizing me. His air of frivolity seemed to melt then, replaced with something akin to sincerity. Then he sighed, leaning back against the wall. "Look, don't get mad at me, okay?"
"I'm not—"
"Yeah, you are. I don't know what's going on, but you've been acting a little off lately."
"Off?" I frowned.
Manabe glanced off to the side. "Did you know that you've missed five meetings in the last two weeks?"
I froze. "Wh-What?"
He met my gaze squarely. "I said, you've missed five Student Council meetings in the last two weeks."
"H-How could I have… No, but I…" My memory scrambled to recall these meetings I'd supposedly forgotten to attend. Now that I thought about it, there had been fewer meetings than normal lately. But no, there hadn't been fewer meetings, I'd just been neglecting to go to them. I groaned, hitting my hand to my forehead in dismay. "Oh no…"
"Yuki, don't beat yourself up over it."
"What? How can I not beat myself up over it? I've… I've shirked my duties as president and—"
"Yuki!" Manabe gripped my shoulders, preventing my oncoming tirade. "Calm down. We all know that you're a great president, okay? That's why we haven't been making a big deal out of your absences. I can tell that there's something going on…that's taken precedence over your Student Council duties. Machi and I understand, so we've been filling in for you…sort of." He took a step back, still watching me carefully. "Now I suspect that this…thing, whatever you've been going through…has…passed…?"
I nodded. "Yes, it's…it's okay now. I'm sorry I've been so irresponsible."
Manabe grinned, casually brushing his nose. "We didn't want to lose you as a president. Don't worry."
I swallowed, calming down. "So…this dance…"
He nodded, folding his arms. "The students wanted some sort of Valentine's Day event, so we opted for a dance. This was decided at the last meeting."
"Right. So, when is it?"
Manabe counted on his fingers, eyes rolled up at the ceiling as if it were a calendar. "Well, tomorrow is the first of February, so next Friday."
"Next Friday…" I smiled. "All right."
"And we have a meeting tomorrow afternoon," he added as he slid the classroom door open and went back inside.
I sighed, alone in the hallway. I checked the clock on the wall and saw that I had ten minutes until the end of lunch. Then we had Gym.
I decided to head towards the locker room to wait for the bell, my mind reeling all the while.
How had I managed to miss five meetings? I'd never before missed a meeting, until now. Until this thing with Kyo.
This…thing…with Kyo.
But I didn't regret it. I would never regret it. I couldn't think of anything that would make me regret it. I felt rather guilty about denying him last night, but I knew I had been in the right. This situation I'd found myself in was a perfect example of what could happen if we were irresponsible and just neglected our duties. I wouldn't let it happen again. But I could still make it up to him.
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I spun the lock on my gym locker, pulling it open and dragging out my clothes. Homely white T-shirt and plain green shorts. Very original. I tugged off my tie and stripped myself of my shirt, careful not to wipe away the make-up on my…neck. Yeah, anyway.
"Whoa! Kyo!"
I looked up. One of our classmates was grinning wickedly at Kyo, and the others around him were beginning to do the same. Kyo was looking simply bewildered, albeit a bit startled, with his shirt clutched in his hand.
The boy who had made that little outburst asked, "So who's the girl?"
Kyo looked around, obviously still lost, as was I. What girl?" he wondered.
The locker room was noticeably quieter, all ears apparently trained on the current conversation. The boy stepped towards Kyo and poked his…exposed chest…
Oh, damn.
I watched with bated breath, my eyes wide, as Kyo began to catch on. I blushed fiercely and hoped no one would look my way. Surely they'd make a connection if they did.
"I…uh…well...u-uh…" Kyo stuttered, his face doing a washed-out impression of his eyes.
Another boy stepped forward, scrutinizing the marks on Kyo's chest. Kyo's blush deepened, and he glared at everyone, hastily tugging his shirt over his head.
"So, who is she, Kyo?" the boy asked again. He was beginning to irritate me, with his cocky smirk and insistent questioning.
"None of your business," Kyo snapped, pulling off his pants to change into his shorts. The sight aroused some very perverted thoughts.
"Come on, tell us!" someone else prodded.
"No!" Kyo, having completed his Phys. Ed. attire, resolutely sat down on one of the benches, waiting for the coach to dismiss us into the gymnasium.
"You're no fun." The irritating boy pouted. I wanted to knock him through a wall.
Someone beside me hummed thoughtfully, saying, "I bet it was Uotani-san."
The boy shook his head. "I think it was Tohru-chan."
I froze. Oh hell no. My annoyance quickly ignited, developing into anger. I whirled on the speaker, automatically shoving him into the row of lockers behind us. "Don't talk about Honda-san like that!"
I felt ready to punch his face in, but someone grabbed my shoulder, yanking me backwards. I fell against an all-too-familiar body and almost instantly felt my anger dissipate. Glancing over my captive shoulder, I met a pair of stern, scarlet eyes.
My adrenaline rush began to disappear, and my first coherent thought was, Oops. The boy was still against the lockers, looking quite startled. I shook my head, straightening and murmuring an apology. I hadn't meant to get so carried away and act so…well, Kyo-ish, but I couldn't stand anyone talking about Honda-san in a defiling or degrading manner. So, I can't say that I really regretted my reaction to someone suggesting that…that she would do something like that…
A dull din bubbled through the air, and the others began slowly milling about again. The teacher blew his whistle and dismissed us.
In the gym, we found Honda-san and her friends, shortly after which we were led outside to the start of the path we took on the run. The boys turned to the right, and the girls went left. Same old routine.
But I was far from unenthusiastic. On the contrary, I was eager to get started. As Kyo and I stood side-by-side at the starting point, I passed him a look I hoped he could decipher and murmured, "I'll race you."
He smirked; I think he got the message. "You're on, you damn Rat."
No sooner had the whistle blown than Kyo and I were off, running as if our intentions were to actually surpass each other. No one seemed to look at us like criminals trying to escape from prison.
Which we certainly were.
The town zoomed by in a blur of colors and sounds and smells, and within minutes, we were far ahead from everyone else. Our feet almost seemed to skim over the pavement; the only evidence of us actually being grounded was the quick tempo of our footsteps. Running further still, Kyo turned to me, and I turned to him, and we shared the same devious smirk. We began to slow, breathing ragged and hearts pumping. Kyo looked around and grabbed my wrist. There was a path off to the right that led into some sort of garden or local park. Whatever it was, it was fairly empty, save for the natural residents: tall, proud maple trees, towering oaks, delicate cherry blossom trees—all bare, preparing for the approaching arrival of spring. Hedges traveled throughout the place, dividing it in an almost artistic manner, with would-be flower beds blanketing the space not taken up by the dirt path that wound this way and that.
He took me around a corner, and, under the refuge of an oak tree, he sat me down on a bench. There were hedges around us, coupled with other trees, to make for an area of seclusion. He sank down next to me. I wasted no time in turning and straddling his lap, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. But even that small kiss sent a jolt through my system, leaving me hungry for more. I pressed my forehead against his, whispering across his lips, "I owe you."
He smiled. "For what?"
"I owe you for denying you last night; I want to make it up to you," I replied, playing with a lock of his hair. "And I owe you for not warning you."
"Warning me?"
"About the love bites," I said, trailing my fingers down his clothed chest where said bruises were branded. "Uotani-san noticed mine in class yesterday and helped me cover it up. I hadn't thought that yours would be a problem, since they're covered anyway, but I'd forgotten about having to change for Gym class."
Kyo chuckled and shook his head. "Well, in that case, I'd say that you do, indeed, owe me."
"Yes, indeed." I closed the space between us, sealing my mouth against his.
Even though we'd been together last night, it'd felt like forever since I'd last kissed him, and now I did so with such passionate abandon that I nearly surprised myself. Kyo merely returned the kiss, trying to rival my fire. Trying, and succeeding. His tongue teased at my lips, earning him an appreciative whimper. My arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. Our breaths mingled together in our mouths, tongues dancing erotically, my body pressing into his as closely as was humanly possible. Were I able, I would sink into his skin and meld my soul with his, but such a godly feat was beyond my capabilities; this would have to do.
He nipped at my bottom lip, drawing it between his teeth and sucking on it. I moaned into his mouth. I loved how he knew just what to do to shatter my resolve like a hammer against a stained-glass window. I could all to easily lose myself; it had taken every bit of self-control I could muster to refuse him last night.
But right now my inhibitions were nonexistent.
As we parted for air, his hands found my waist. One gripped my hip tightly while the other went in a different direction.
"Mmn…" I groaned as he caressed that area, kissing down my neck. I leaned into him, my mouth stopping just short of his ear. "Kyo…" I breathed, beginning to tremble with desire.
His mouth left my neck, and he whispered, "I love you so much," before recapturing my lips.
"Kaoru! Those two boys are kissing!"
I jumped, turning to see a little boy and a girl, apparently older, watching us.
What the hell?
Where'd they come from! And, oh God, what did they see? I groaned as I felt a blush fill my cheeks. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God...
The girl shook her head. "Stop saying things like that, otouto," she chastised her brother. "The one with the gray hair is obviously a girl." She rolled her eyes at him, as if to say "You're so naïve" and grabbed his hand, stalking away down the path.
Once they were out of earshot, Kyo and I met each other's gazes blankly, my blush beginning to recede. Then, without warning, we broke out into uncontrollable laughter. I leaned into Kyo, my stomach cramping from the strain. I don't remember ever laughing as hard as I did then!
"O-Oh…God…!" Kyo exclaimed between gasps as our laughing fit began to quell grudgingly.
"We're corrupting the youth of society," I said, wiping mirthful tears from the corner of my eye.
Kyo placed a quick, parting kiss on my lips before gently pushing me off his lap. I stood, smiling blissfully.
"We'd better get back," he murmured, and I nodded.
We left the park and in no time were at the end of the course. The coach looked suspiciously at us, ticking something off on his clipboard. "What took you guys so long?" he asked. "You're usually finishing within seven minutes flat; this time it was fifteen."
Kyo blinked. "Only an eight minute difference? Damn, we could've taken our time!"
I chuckled at that, but the coach only stared confusedly at us.
I leaned into him and whispered, "We could always go back. The period doesn't end for another thirty minutes."
He blushed at my suggestive tone, and I just laughed. I pulled him by the wrist and we sat under a nearby tree to wait for the rest of the class to finish the run.
As we sat there being the good boys we knew we weren't, I couldn't help but feel that those thirty precious minutes went to waste.
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