"Love Shock"

Like a ride on a mad bull on crack.

Written by:

Orion Velvet
- Because we need more "yummy" fics of SatoxRisa -

Cold—the first feeling he felt as the frigid air was slowly waking him. Caught between the daze when one was one foot in dream-land and one foot in reality, he groped behind him for that familiar feel of his blanket, hoping his fingers didn't have to travel far. It was still too early in the morning. Maybe he'd rise after five more minutes. He was having a most interesting dream, and the thought of it disappearing into the dawning of a new day didn't fit well with him.

He relaxed when he comprehended that it was, indeed, his blanket he clutched between his fingers and gave it a small tug to cover his body clad with only his boxers. Settling down, he lay still hoping the five minutes would come as slowly as possible.

A minute passed, and without warning, the sheets were slowly being pulled away from him. He pulled it back, and covered himself without giving the strange circumstances a second thought. When the sheets moved a second time, it was then that he finally comprehended that something wrong was taking place.

Questions began flooding his mind, clearing away his sleeplike trance when, at last, he could register that there was something, or someone, next to him. He turned slowly as to prevent a sudden and nasty headache, bracing himself to what he might find.

A soft moan came from the other side of his bed, and more shifting followed after. Never in his young life had he ever experienced suspense quite like this as his head swiveled in slow-motion. What was on the other side? How could they have gotten in without him noticing? The soft rustling of his hair on his pillow grew still, and his eyes widened with shock.

A pair of petite arms slid around his naked waist as the individual moved closer to him.

"Quit hogging the sheets," the person mumbled, hardly realizing their actions.

The blue-haired male ungracefully tumbled over the bed and hit the cold, hard floor.

Royal-blue eyes locked with hazel-colored eyes.

- Chapter One -

It's not because of low blood-pressure that he wants to stay in bed…

A scream echoed through an old English-style mansion, slightly vibrating the aged, yet sturdy, bricks—it's confused and horrific tone loud enough to wake the dead.

Jolting from her sweet slumber, Riku Harada woke up to the sudden noise filling her delicate ears. "What in the world is going on…?" she wondered groggily. The scream still echoed in her mind, and she realized that it most likely had come from the only other female in their house in the temporary absence of their parents. "Risa…!"

The older of the Harada twins reached her sister's door and violently pushed it open. Her eyes darted around the room expecting to find a trespasser, but instead, found nothing except Risa clutching her blanket up to her chin and staring on the opposite side of her bed. Reaching her side a few moments was their dutiful butler, wheezing from the long way he had to travel to get there.

"Risa, what's wrong!" Riku huffed out. Receiving no answer, she yelled out her sister's name, again, which successfully pulled her out of her trance.

"Riku..! …There—!" She barely turned her head away from the male intruder for a second only to find him gone when she looked again at his whereabouts. Did he disappear? She wondered if it all had been a dream. But it felt so real…she blushed and quickly shook her head to keep it from taking over her cheeks.

Riku ran over to where Risa pointed and also found nothing. Irritation replaced her worry, and like all older sisters, she began to scold her younger sibling. "You screamed because you had a bad dream?" A sigh escaped her lips. "Risa, you're not six-years old, anymore."

Risa stiffened at her berating and threw her blankets aside. "It wasn't a bad dream! It was real!" she said in defense. "Sa…someone was here! I'm not crazy!" Then, she realized she was caught—caught in a terrible limbo of being called a liar and fantasizing about nerds, or having nasty, little rumors that she had slept with one. NO! She was too young! No way on this blue earth would she ever think that way of a geek. Maybe screaming her head off hadn't been a good idea, after all.

If what Risa said was true…Riku crossed her arms and looked for any clues as to what might have happened. The distance of their rooms was only a quick step away, so the intruder wouldn't have had time to escape. She looked at the windows—bolted and shut. Another possibility would be that the intruder might still be in the room…

Riku kneeled down until she was on her hands and knees, certain that it was a very big possibility that the intruder was…

"Hah!" she yelled as she pulled the sheets up to look under the bed. Her victory-yell was in vain, though, as she stared into the black nothingness. Groaning, she stood back up and opened her sister's closet only to find nothing there, as well. "Well, I rest my case. You were having a bad dream." Little sisters—they were a blessing and a pain to have one. "I'm gonna go hit myself with a bat to just get back to sleep." Whether she meant it in a slightly spiteful way or not, Risa was caught in her own little world to heed her words.

Riku and their butler walked out exhausted from the sudden adrenaline rush in answering a false alarm. Once they were outside, the door was shut, leaving Risa to her thoughts.

No names. Risa suddenly made a vow to herself that what she saw—or thought she saw—would die with her. Even if she was to be labeled a cry-baby the rest of her life, none could ever, would ever, or should ever know that she had been dreaming about the biggest, four-eyed egghead in the history of 8th graders. The young Harada twin looked troubled and started doubting what she saw. Deep down, she entertained the thought that it wasn't a dream, but how could she not believe the overwhelming evidence that said otherwise?

To Risa, it was beginning to look like a dream. To the half-naked Satoshi, quietly hiding behind a mountain of stuffed animals next to her bed, it was real—so very real.

Crouching inside without twitching a muscle proved to be a bit hard to handle, but he insisted his body to do so, or suffer the consequences in being found out. As he stayed in position, he watched Risa as she paced back and forth a small distance and check under the bed, again. She was as much in the dark as he was—maybe even more, now, since she didn't believe it herself, and ruled her out from having any part of pulling this nonsense.

So many questions—why couldn't he think of any answers? He was supposed to be the quick-witted one. He was always the first in grasping the solutions. But now, his intelligence had abandoned him to be left alone, hiding in the refuge of Risa Harada's stuffed-toy collection. He wondered how long she'll take before she finally stopped pacing the floor and leave her room. He needed to pace the floor, also, to collect his thoughts from wandering back to the inviting memories of the dream he had last night. …Suddenly, it hit him like an elephant stomping on his brain.

If standing there in her room was no dream, then certainly, last night wasn't in the tiniest sense, a figment of his imagination.

Satoshi slowly moved his hand to his mouth so as not to conspicuously disturb the stuffed animals, and bit down—hard—on his finger to keep from screaming and running around like a madman. He needed to calm down. He needed to release his anxieties in a slow and quiet breath. He needed to think of things other than…the feel of her soft skin…or the delicate curve of her back as he slowly moved his hands down her spine—he bit harder until he accidentally broke through the skin.

How did he get into this mess?

…Après: Chapitre 2…

AN: It's been a long time since I've written anything. It's just that I suck so much at writing smut. XD Oh, well. How about a review to tell me what you think? I know you don't want me to stick with writing smut, now, do you? Short chapter, so you have time to say what you feel. :D

On the next chapter:

More weird ideas of this author! XD