Somehow Kyoko had managed to completely block that whole incident from her mind until today, when she found herself in a nearly identical situation as the blonde.
Research. Pfft! riiiiight her shoulders shook with mirth as she remembered...
Unbeknownst to Sho, Kyoko had gotten off her late Darumaya shift early due to it being a strangely slow midweek night.
Kyoko pulled the keys to her apartment from her worn thrift store purse, cursing as she dropped them on the concrete floor. They landed with resounding CRASH! Kyoko winced, growling under her breath. She felt far too exhausted to bend over and pick them up. Working three jobs was difficult. Ok, she admitted to herself, difficult doesn't really begin to cover it. But, it was all for Sho so she knew, with fanatical conviction, that it was worth it to help him accomplish his dream.
At least I didn't drop the food I brought home. Sho was so picky–he wouldn't touch any food that looked messy. The thought of her prince brought Kyoko a fresh burst of energy, and a smile lit up her face. Her eyes, dull and weary a moment before, shone brightly with anticipation.
She opened and closed the door with barely a whisper, in case he'd fallen asleep while watching TV as he sometimes did while waiting for her to bring food home or make dinner.
Her feet had barely made it past the entryway way when she heard the sound of heavy breathing, like someone in the middle of a workout, and paused.
Sho was sitting, leaned back slightly, angled towards the TV with his back facing Kyoko. She could see his arm moving rhythmically up and down.
What is he doing? Wait, what is he watching!? Kyoko's eyes went as round as saucers, face turning redder than her to-go bag from Darumaya.
The screen showed two voluptuous and impossibly well-endowed animated women in what appeared to be a doctor's office setting. The blonde was flat on her back, legs spread wide. The scantily clad brunette nurse leaned over her, a flirtatious smile on her face and something rod-shaped gripped in her hand.
"Do you want to insert it or should I?" asked the busty brunette. "Or," she crooned, "maybe you'd like a taste first, hmm?" moving the rod towards the blonde's mouth as her other hand disappeared from view, hidden by the medical gown the blonde was wearing. The blonde began moaning softly, only to be muffled as the rod was shoved into her open, panting mouth.
It was then that Kyoko finally came to herself. "GYAAAAA!" she screamed, covering her face with her hands. The purse, forgotten in Kyoko's embarrassed horror, thudded to the floor.
"Kyoko!?" Sho shrieked at an octave Kyoko didn't know he could reach. The singer fumbled with his pants and flew forward, bashing his shin on the low table. "Shit!" he snarled. Clutching his leg, he hobble-lunged forward, slamming the STOP and EJECT buttons on DVD player and snatching up the disc. "Uh, I was doing research! A girl like you would never understand. Besides, I don't have to explain myself to you. I'm going to take a shower. Come get me when dinner is ready," Sho rambled, making a hasty stumbling exit.
A stunned Kyoko stared at the hallway where Sho made his rapid retreat. Oddly enough, Kyoko's next thought was the food got messy after all.
Kyoko thought back to the naive girl she been then. The girl who hadn't realized she was being treated like a dog whose master tossed it just enough scraps to keep it from discovering the truth–the dog was an ugly mutt in the master's eyes. One that would easily be discarded when it was no longer useful.
It still stung, but only faintly, the way an arm you broke in childhood could still pain you on a rainy day. Kuon had healed all the breaks she'd suffered, had mended her heart, her soul.
Truth was, she had forgiven Sho long ago, though the forgiveness was certainly made easier by the physical distance between them. Kyoko was actually grateful for the circumstances that brought her to her true love despite the painful beginnings.
Now, I wouldn't mind if it was Kuon asking me if–or where–he should insert it...