Thwok.
Shinya jumped as something went whizzing past his ear and embedded itself in the bark of a nearby tree. He looked around nervously, not sure exactly what was going on. Nothing else happened, and no one else seemed to have noticed the disturbance. Shinya decided to investigate the object. Slowly he drew closer to the tree.
It was a six-sided shuriken, one blade sunk deep into the wood of the tree, the other five glinting brightly in the sun. A red ribbon, tied around the middle, fluttered in the slight breeze.
Shinya's heart raced. He knew what this meant. He knew what was coming. He also knew that there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He glanced around again, trying to catch a glimpse of the person who had sent the message. He saw nothing, of course. A good ninja was invisible even in broad daylight.
Hand trembling slightly, he reached out and plucked the weapon out of the tree, putting it gingerly into his schoolbag. The ribbon he removed and tied around the bag's shoulder strap, as a reminder. Not that he needed reminding: he would be able to think of nothing else all day.
Later that night, Shinya walked quickly back towards him dorm, heading from the tennis courts. He was still anxious, despite the absolute normalcy that had been his day— or, more likely, because of it. Whatever was coming had yet to come. That anxiety probably accounted for the fact that he had just played the worst game in his life, missing point after easy point until his opponent finally suggested that he go home and get some rest. He had agreed that that was the best idea, but there was no way he would be able to sleep, not with the inevitable hanging over his head.
He turned down a side path, after first shooting darting glances all around him. There was no one there, ninja or otherwise. The silence was eerie in the semidarkness.
He was halfway down the path when the single streetlamp above him suddenly flickered out, at the same time a thick fog began to roll in around him. This was it, then. His muscles tensed, his pulse quickened, his stomach filled with butterflies.
He didn't even have time to gulp before he hit the ground.
"It's been too long." His assailant purred, lips nearly touching Shinya's ear, his breath warm and sweet. "Much too long." He began to alternately lick and nibble at the ear, slowly sliding his tongue around the rim, then pulling at the tender earlobe gently with his teeth.
Something hard and hot was pressing against Shinya's leg, which, combined with the ear-licking, rendered him quite unable to form a coherent reply. He simply mumbled an "mmmn," and leaned into the other's touch.
Afterwards, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving Shinya with nothing but memories and afterglow.
Shinya smiled as he adjusted his clothes and gathered up his belongings. Memories and afterglow were enough for him. One couldn't expect a ninja to stay and chat; it just wasn't their way. He lovingly fingered the red ribbon tied around his bag. There would be other times for talking. After all, tomorrow he had a date with Atsushi.
