Assignment 1
Finale:
No Surprises
Kazuichi awoke to find Chihiro out of his arms and their noses touching, his precious eyes covered by those feminine lashes, mouth in a tiny 'o' and adorable snores piercing the morning silence. His hand lay on the pillow, fingers slightly curved. He let the moment hang, then turned and got out of bed. He got a quick shower, lathering the sleep out of his eyes, and brushed his teeth, feeling refreshed. He threw on the jumpsuit he brought into the bathroom with him, ran his fingers through his messy pink hair, and went back to his room proper.
When he got there, Chihiro was busy pulling a tracksuit out of gym bag Kazuichi assumed he must've brought there last night. So he was planning on staying the night… Chihiro sat, half-naked apart from the pair of girls' panties he wore. Kazuichi instinctively yelped. Chihiro gasped and stammered out a short plea, "U-uh! Do you mind? Pl-please, let me get changed…" Kazuichi left him to it. But the image of Chihiro's lithe and slender figure, bare and unclothed would remain in his mind for quite some time afterwards. Chihiro stood up, now in a blue tracksuit.
"S-sorry about that kid."
"No… it-it's fine. If I wanted anyone to see me like that, you'd be the only one." Chihiro said, cheeks flushed.
"You're going training with Mondo, huh?" Kazuichi inquired.
"Yeah, I'd quite like to speak with him, about everything. About you and me. About wanting to get stronger. About his attitude."
"I can see why… I don't wanna get dropkicked again, y'know?"
"Eheheheh…" Chihiro looked into Kazuichi's eyes. "These past few days, Kaz… they've made me realize what I've been missing out on. Why locking myself in a room with no-one but myself for company, especially when there are people so technologically gifted – people like you – out there. People I can find myself reflected in. People I care for. If I don't get stronger… you're the first... and you'll be the last person like that I ever meet. I-I can't have that. You've been the only relief I've ever had when it comes to technology. We're only like this because we were forced to work together… and that's terrifying, frankly. If I remain forever weak… I'll never know something like this ever again. But that being said… I don't want to be some paragon of machismo… some bodybuilder… I want – I want to be me. Chihiro Fujisaki. And – And I want you to be there too. Chihiro Fujisaki and Kazuichi Souda. The two of us. Happy. Of course I want strength! But… I don't want to sacrifice a good life to achieve it. I'd gladly take a quiet life. One with… One with…"
"No alarms. And no surprises." Kazuichi heard a few deeply melancholic guitar chords in the back of his mind.
"Y-yeah. That. S-sorry for ranting. I'd best head out now, huh?"
"Good luck, kid. Make Mondo see some sense for me, 'kay?"
"Y-yeah!" Determination spread across Chihiro's face. A fire lit anew in his eyes. "I won't let you down Kazuichi! You've given me a second wind!" They kissed, and Kazuichi Souda waved Chihiro Fujisaki a fond goodbye as he dashed to Mondo's training session.
Kazuichi Souda slammed the door shut, unaware that was one of the last kisses they'd share for a while. For Chihiro Fujisaki never made it to that training session.