I can do this.
Probably.
"Guys! Are you almost done?!" shouts Haru, as she comes running back into the kitchen. The two of us turn around in our stools to look at her.
"Yep, just give us a few more minutes," Amaya gently replies. "Man, I really wasn't kidding when I said that this stuff tastes good." She slurps at her ice cream.
I tear my eyes away from the sight. The recollection of what transpired a few seconds ago (i.e. Amaya fellating that shit) is still a little too fresh in my mind, and, well…with a five year old present, it's probably a good idea for me to try to dispel the thought as much as possible.
I like cronuts. Yeah, those things are awesome.
"Okay…PuPu and I are getting bored though," she pouts, as she clutches the doll to her chest. I take a close look at the thing.
"Hurry…Come play…"
…D-Did it…
Did it just talk to me?!
"Riku, you okay?" Amaya asks. I feel her hand grasp my shoulder. I turn to look at her, and see the confused expression on her face.
I shrug nonchalantly. "Why wouldn't I be?" I mean, it's not like your sister's doll just talked to me or is voodooed or anything. Pfft, nothing to be concerned about at all. Absolutely, positively nothing.
"Huh, okay. You just looked a little nervous there for sec," she replies, as she goes to take another bite of her ice cream. I instinctively look away and my line of vision immediately finds that stupid blue alien thing.
That thing is totally gonna be the death of me if I don't do what it says, isn't it?
Why me?
"Riku, your ice cream's melting!" Haru points and shouts, as if the apocalypse is gonna happen. I look down and—
Crap. There's a huge blue, sticky stain on my dark jeans. These things cost good money, too.
"Oh, better clean that before it dries. Don't want it to stain!" Amaya says, handing me her ice cream as she gets up and walks towards the sink. I watch her turn it on as she tugs a paper towel sheet out of the dispenser and wets it with the running water. She soon shuts off the tap, wrings out the paper towel, and heads back towards me.
"This should hopefully do the trick—it shouldn't have dried yet or anything," she states, as she presses the wet paper towel against…my thigh…
"It's a small world after all~" Haru hums to herself, as she twirls around with her possessed doll.
Damned kids.
"Um, maybe it's better if I do it," I gulp, as Amaya presses and rubs it against me.
"Nonsense, I'm almost done," she replies, as she rubs more vigorously. "Besides, your hands are kind of full right now."
Alright, Riku, transport yourself to another time and dimension. Pay no attention to the pretty lady practically massaging a very sensitive area on your body. Shit, um, let your imagination run wild! Let's see, how about: you somehow get to another world, and it's got this huge castle. And there's this…giant key that appears in your hand? Damn that's trippy, but let's roll with it. Yeah. And then this talking mouse shows up out of nowhere, and I guess he has a key, too? And he tells you your keys are gonna help save the world! So you guys venture out and—
"All done!" she chirps, as she looks up and grins at me. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Thanks." I look down at my leg to see the stain completely gone. Awesome.
"No problem! Finish the rest of your ice cream quickly so that that doesn't melt all over the place."
"Yeah, hurry up, guys!" Haru pouts.
"Roger," I reply, as I give Amaya her ice cream back and take a big bit out of mine. Gotta get done with this as quickly as possible because, little does Haru know, well…I basically have to do whatever she says.
"Oh, by the way, did you ever check up on Sora?" Amaya asks, as she takes a bite of her own.
"According to my sources, he's fine," I shrug. I'm still a little iffy about him and Kairi's situation, but I'm sure they'll call me if they need me.
"Your sources being?" She gives me a quizzical look.
"I called Kairi and she said everything was okay," I reply, as I take another big bite of the ice cream. Alright, one more bite and I will have appeased the wishes of the now totally apparent demon doll.
"Oh, alright then," she smiles, as she relishes the final bit of her ice cream.
"Yay! You're finally done Amaya!" Haru shouts as she starts skipping around.
"Yep," she replies, as she walks over to the garbage bin to discard the wrapper and stick. "What do you want to do now?"
"Let's play a game!" Haru suggests, as she hops up and down. Damn, we shouldn't have given her that sugar.
"What kind of game?"
"Hm…Riku's the guest, so let's let him choose!"
"Aww, that's very sweet of you, Haru," Amaya beams, as she turns towards me. "Got anything in mind?"
A game? With a five-year-old? Hmm, let's see…
Wait, if this kid behaves—which she's totally been doing so far—Amaya's gonna have to honor her offer from earlier and let Haru stay up past her bedtime. Which isn't a terrible thing, I've come to decide, but that doll thing. That thing needs to go as quickly as possible.
Well, there is a way to get out of this: get this girl so tired, she won't be able to stay up. She seems like the type of kid that would want to sleep with her plush thing, which is kind of disturbing considering the thing is clearly possessed, but hey, it hasn't done her any harm or anything yet, so I'm sure it'll be fine. First thing, gotta estimate how much energy this kid needs to expend.
I look up at her to see her giddily swaying in anticipation for me to make my decision. The look in her eyes—oh, I know that look. That's the same look Sora gets when he's had too much sugar. And Sora on too much sugar? Energy high to the max. Seriously, he trips harder on this shit than he does on alcohol. Not that we drink or anything, because that's against that law and everything of course. Anyway, back to the point, last time he got sugar high—Kairi's eighteenth birthday bash—he made a fuss about wanting to ride the horses, rode 'em twice, cannonballed in the pool a couple of times (clothes on), somehow breakdanced to Julia Heartily's "Eyes on Me," climbed the roof, and, well you get the picture. Likely prognosis for Haru here? This girl's also gonna be bouncing off the walls.
But you know what? In about two hours, she'll come crashing down hard. That's what happens to Sora. After he put on that huge display, we found him knocked out on Kairi's coffee table.
Problem with this situation is, that's an extra hour than originally planned for. An extra hour with that doll. And one less hour for me and Amaya.
So how do I remedy the situation? Simple. I burn off the energy twice as fast. I mean, she didn't have nearly as much as Sora did that night (three pieces of cake, some ice cream, a bunch of cookies…how the hell is that kid so scrawny?), but the look in her eyes is the exact same that he had. And yes, the look gets more and more intense depending on how sugar high he, or in this case, I'm assuming, she, is. Now, to think of something that'll do that…
She's small, so hopefully the energy will burn off easier.
Oh, I got this.
"How about jumping on the trampoline in the backyard?" I suggest.
"At nearly nine at night? No way, that's dangerous!" Amaya interjects, raising an eyebrow at me. I shrug innocently.
Alright, fine, it's not one of my brightest ideas. Guess I'll have to think of something else. Hm…
"Ooh, but I want to jump on the trampoline!" Haru starts jumping up and down even faster and more excitedly.
"Baby, it's too dark outside for that," Amaya reaffirms, as she points towards the window. "See, you can see the stars."
"But the stars light up the sky, so we can see!" Haru reasons. "Please, Amaya!" She starts making these big huge puppy dog eyes at her. Damn, cuteness level over 9,000. There's no way in hell Amaya's gonna be able to say no to that.
"Sorry, love, maybe tomorrow afternoon, when it's even brighter outside."
Damn. Shut down. Didn't know she had it in her.
"But—" Haru starts, pouting.
"Ah, remember what I said? You have to behave if you want to stay up later." Girl, why are you reminding this kid?!
Haru looks conflicted, as she starts looking at PuPu. More advice from a voodoo doll? Oh, Lord. I gotta think up something fast.
Oh, wait, I got it!
"How 'bout that dancing video game you guys have? You know, the one where you have a camera and you have to match up with the movements they show you on-screen?" It's perfect. Amaya can't complain about this one.
And besides, I'm awesome at this game.
"You mean Dance Dance Party 3?" Amaya asks. "You're ready to bounce off the wall, huh?" She lightly punches me on the shoulder.
"What can I say? Ice cream has that effect on me," I smirk. She lets out a little chortle."Whaddaya say, Haru?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" She's nodding her head so fast, she looks like a headbanger in a mosh pit. Now that would be a sight to see.
"Alright, let's head over to the living room," Amaya declares as she claps her hands. I get out of my chair to discard my ice cream stick before I follow her and Haru into the next room.
"I'm gonna turn the ChocoBoX on!" Haru yells, PuPu clutched close to her chest, as she runs over to the little console stashed in the set of shelves underneath the TV in the entertainment system.
"Hey, Riku, mind helping me move the coffee table so we have space to move around?" Amaya asks me.
"Girl, just tell me where you want it, I got it," I smirk, as I crack my knuckles. That thing barely weighs anything; it's just some wiry metal legs with a glass top.
"Near the kitchen entrance is fine," she replies, as she picks up the little vase that's on it and moves it to a side table in between the sofa and the loveseat. I bend down and get a good grip on the thing as I stand back up to lift it. Pfft, easy shit. It doesn't take long for me to move it into its new designated area. I hear a little beep behind me and turn back around to see the ChocoBoX logo flash across the TV screen.
"Amaya, I can't reach the camera!" Haru pouts, as she tries to reach for the said gadget that's placed on top of the TV.
"I got it," she assures, as she walks over and switches it on. I can see us appear on the television.
Let the game begin.
You'd think my competitive drive would go down, considering I'm up against two girls—one of them being who hasn't even started school yet—but you couldn't be more wrong.
I'm so going to tear them apart with my superior balance, agility, and dexterity.
"Alright, let's stick with the kids' section," Amaya decides, as she moves her hand over to select that option on the screen.
Damn, but Utada Hikaru's my jam. There are some really interesting interpretive dances that go along with her songs. I feel so damned majestic dancing to her.
That one wasn't a joke.
Oh well, guess I gotta work with what I have.
"Who's gonna go first?" Amaya asks.
Now, see, there's one awesome thing about this game—multiplayer mode.
If I can make sure Haru is continually dancing for the next, like, 45 minutes, I'll have that girl pooped in no time.
Plus, in multiplayer mode, every individual person is scored separately, so I'll still have that edge. There is no downside.
"Why don't we all go?" I suggest.
"Yeah!" Haru nods. "We can all play together!"
"Hm, my only reservation with that is the fact that I don't want us all bumping around here; it's a pretty cozy room. Even with the coffee table gone, there isn't enough for the three of us to freely move," Amaya reasons.
"Can I play every round then?!" Haru asks, determination fierce in her eyes.
This girl and I are totally on the same page. I couldn't have asked for anything more.
Thank you, cosmic force that controls the universe. Thank. You.
"Yeah, that should be fine, right Riku?" Amaya grins.
"Fine by me," I shrug. "Ladies first." I take a seat on the loveseat so I'm out of the camera's way while they play.
"Okay, what song do you want, Haru?"
"'Under the Sea'!" Haru excitedly suggests, as she flops PuPu down on the sofa. As long as that thing's not next to me.
"Okay," Amaya replies, as she cycles through all the song options 'til she finds the right one. I haven't played any of the kiddie songs before, so this should be interesting. I keep my elbow on the armrest and lean my chin into my hand as I watch them go. The screen flashes a 'Ready, Set, Go!' as they get into position to go.
The song starts out with an upbeat calypso tune, and this…crab? Yeah, there's a singing crab in the background music video. That is some trippy shit. Where do people even get these ideas? The crab's just dancing around this cartoon mermaid. Who, I have to admit, is pretty attractive, but that clam bikini top? I thought this was the kids' section. Guess I was missing out.
Oh, the crab is singing the song. Ha, he sounds kind of like Wakka.
The dance, demonstrated by two holographic figures on the screen layered on top of the music video, looks like it has a lot of arm movements. Haru's just flailing hers around like a maniac, and Amaya's not doing much better. They hop around every couple of seconds, only to go back into waving their arms in fluid motions. The dance is pretty repetitive for the most part; it's pretty easy stuff.
"I'm beating you, Amaya!" Haru pants. Amaya just giggles.
Come on, now, that's pretty embarassing.
Wait a sec, did I hear that right?
'Darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from me~'?!
And…the dance move…they legitimately just moved their hands up from their…crotch area and then waved them up in the air.
"Are you sure this is the kids' section?" I ask Amaya uneasily.
"Huh?" She starts flailing around some more. I look at her score. 2500? Haru's got her beat.
That's just sad.
And, well, if it went over her head, then…
"Never mind," I wave her off.
Seriously, though, I never realized how many sneaky, dirty jokes the people that come up with this shit put into these things. Is inserting this stuff what's slowly subconsciously making us a sex-obsessed society?
Wait, damn, that was actually pretty deep. Totally stashing that as an essay subject for that horrific sociology class I have to take next semester.
"Yay, I win!" Haru's screech breaks my train of thought.
"Ah, you beat me!" Amaya concedes in defeat. I look at the screen, and, yep, the score's 8,546 to 5,687.
"Come on, girl, that's pretty sad," I shake my head at Amaya.
"I don't play this game that often," she pouts. "Let's see you do this."
"Pfft, take a seat. I'll show you how it's done," I smirk, as I get off the loveseat and gesture for her to take my place. She huffs and sticks her nose up in the air as she walks by me. Oh, so that's how we're gonna play, huh?
I jab a finger at her waist before she sits down, which makes her squeal. She shoots a playful glare in my direction.
"Oh, I'll get you later for that," she winks. Oh, I like the direction this is going.
"Looking forward to it," I wink back.
"Riku, can we do 'I Just Can't Wait to be King?!'" Haru screeches, interrupting our little moment.
Right, get into focus. You got a game to play here, man.
"Yeah, sounds good to me," I reply. Not like I know any of the songs in this supposed kids' section, anyway. She starts hopping around in anticipation while I scroll through the songs to find it. Like I've said a million times, I don't recognize any of them. There's either a bunch of cartooned animals or inanimate objects with faces on the preview image of each one. Seriously, what is it with these people that make kid stuff and not using people? These poor, innocent kids get confused.
Like Sora? He wanted to be a lion when he grew up. He'd crawl around on all fours about 75% of the time and roar at people, true story. It was when I pointed out that he had the ability to walk on two legs, and that lions didn't, that he snapped out of it. But that excuse wouldn't have worked if you animated the animals as bipedal creatures. Like that one show with the little pig that—
"Riku, you skipped it!" Haru flips. Oops.
"Sorry, going back right now," I reassure her. I come to find it was only 2 songs behind anyway. "Alright, you ready, kid?" I ask, as I get ready to prompt the screen to begin the song.
"Yes!" she howls, as I wave on the screen to begin the song. The 'Ready, Set, Go!' flashes across the screen, and we're off.
This song's even more upbeat than…whatever that last trippy mess of a song was.
Oh, lovely. Whaddaya know? Lions. This one's got a video with a couple of lions running around it. Seriously, what is it with these animators and their vendetta against actual humans?
Alright, the holographic model figures have appeared to show us the dance moves. Damn, there is a lot of stomping around in this one. I swear, this dance is just like the one for that theme song of the worldwide blitzball tournament. What was it, 'This Time for Destiny Islands' or something?
And sure, the stomping around is fun, but these hip movements are kind of…emasculating, to be honest. Screw it, I'm in it to win it. Just focus on your body, man. Control yourself. Feel the music. Use your eyes, watch the projections on the televisions.
Own this bitch!
"You guys are too cute," Amaya giggles from the side.
"Girl, the word you're looking for is awesome," I retort, as I do a move that requires me to swing my leg out in a kick. The moves just keep getting more rapid, but it's not too hard to keep up. I'm barely breaking a sweat here. The hardest thing about this is trying not to hit Haru, who's bouncing around like a maniac right now. Note to self: the next song's gotta be less crazy. The longer I dance like this with this kid, the higher the chance of me accidentally punching or kicking her, and that wouldn't be—
Ah, shit.
"Riku, you okay?" Amaya asks, concerned as she hovers over me.
I look up at her, my back planted straight on the ground, and I'm pretty sure there's an expression of utter disdain on my face.
"What's the score?" I ask. I can still hear the music going, although I have no idea how much of the song is left.
"Seriously?" she raises an eyebrow at me. Suddenly, the music stops. I sit myself up to look at the screen.
"Aw, Riku beat me this time," Haru whines. And she's right! 15,678 to 10,205. Hell yeah!
"You'll get me next time," I reply as I ruffle her hair.
Psyche.
"Yeah!" Haru beams. "Let's go again, Amaya!"
"Okay," she replies, as she gives me her hand to help me up off the floor.
"Make me proud," I tell her, as I flick her lightly on the forehead. She just rolls her eyes at me as I retake my position on the loveseat. I take a look at Haru; she's already pretty sweaty and out of breath. Looking at the clock, I see that we've got 35 minutes left 'til target bedtime.
Gotta go hard or go home.
No, seriously. I'm probably leaving if I have to stay in the presence of that doll any longer than I need to.
That probably won't happen though. I'm pretty confident this plan's gonna work.
"You guys are definitely done," Amaya observes from her perch on the loveseat, amused.
"We can do…one more…" Haru wheezes, as she's collapsed in a heap on the floor. I'm not in a much better state than she is.
Amaya got annoyed 'cause I kept pestering her about losing to her five year old sister, so she just gave up and made me play the rest of the rounds. Which, I'll admit, was fun and full of some very interesting music (that one with a caterpillar and the hookah probably made me double-take more than any other song), but a half hour straight of dancing has even me winded.
On the bright side, I totally owned Haru every round.
Even the little victories keep me going.
"Please," Haru whines.
"Only if Riku's willing to," Amaya responds, glancing over at me while I recover, my back leaned against the foot of the loveseat, head rested against her leg.
As embarrassing as this is…
"Let's take a little break," I tell her. There's no way.
Hopefully this doesn't mean my plan's gonna backfire. Crap, that would suck.
"Okay," Haru replies, as she rolls over on her back.
"Haru, you're all sweaty and gross," Amaya chuckles. "Why don't we put you in your PJs?"
The universe is totally on my side tonight!
"But I don't wanna go to bed!" Haru pouts.
"You don't have to go to sleep, baby, although it is close to your bedtime," she observes. "Let's give you a quick bath and then I'll put you in fresh PJs so you won't be so stinky." She crinkles her nose in feigned disgust to really drive the message home.
"And then we can come back down?" Haru asks, cautiously.
"Of course!" Amaya nods. Haru pauses for a moment to consider.
"Alright." She gets up slowly and walks straight over to the couch to retrieve PuPu. Damn, I almost forgot about that thing. Hey, it'll be out of my sight for the next however long! There's another little victory. This is awesome.
"Hey," I hear Amaya whisper in my ear. It takes me a moment to notice her bent over in her seat, her lips really close to my cheek.
"What's up?" I whisper back.
"Don't worry, give me 20 minutes, I got the perfect plan to get her to sleep," she replies, winking at me.
Is that…another victory for me?
This is too good to be true.
Come on, my night was pretty rough up until about 45 minutes ago.
Amaya gets up off the seat and walks towards the exit in the direction of the stairs.
"Come on Haru!" she beckons the little girl. Haru hangs her head down low, lethargic, as she follows her older sister out the door. "Be back soon!" The two of them wave at me as they head upstairs.
20 minutes to myself, huh?
This is awesome. No doll, no screaming five year old, no passive aggressive…okay, I like Amaya a lot and everything, but I really could use a little break from the estrogen.
Maybe that's why I never get into relationships.
Anyway, what to do, what to do?
I'm actually pretty hungry.
Pizza leftovers? Hell yes!
I get up off the ground and stroll over to the kitchen. Amaya put all the stuff away in the fridge a while ago; it's probably all cold. Which I actually don't mind at all. Cold pizza is pretty great.
I open up the refrigerator to find the little pizza boxes on the bottom shelf, one on top of the other. I take out the first one, only to repulsed by the stench I unleash. Seriously, who thought onions and anchovies was a good idea? That shit stinks. I can only imagine how bad it tastes.
I'd take the breadsticks out of it, but I'm sure the repugnant fumes from the pizza have found their way into their wonderful pores and soiled them.
Oh, well. Box number two should be sufficient enough. It's got Amaya's two slices of barbeque chicken pizza left, along with a couple of breadsticks. I'm sure she won't mind if I take 'em. If anything, I'll get her another. Maybe.
Dating girls is so damn expensive.
I pull out a barstool and once again take a seat at the island. It's a lot different in the kitchen when there's no one in there. All I can hear is the sound of footsteps thumping around from upstairs, as well as the rush of some running water. The atmosphere's kinda…eerie.
It's okay man, the demon doll's upstairs. Away from you. You have nothing to fear.
Maybe pulling out my phone to keep myself distracted will help. Yeah.
I thank the wonderful creators of technology for being able to keep me amused in even the most mundane of times. I salute those people.
I tear out my first bite of pizza as I unlock my phone screen. Damn, this stuff tastes good. The pizza's got a pretty solid texture from being in the fridge, but the savory-sweet flavor is still there. Well, at least I chose a girl with good taste in food.
Even though she can't cook it.
Whatever. Personal chef backup plan, remember?
Anyway, let's see…oh, an email notification. Let's see what that's about. I munch on my pizza while I hit the app button on my screen.
Trepe, Quistis. Subject: Final exam grade.
Ah, shit. Well, let's see how I did. I didn't think calculus was too terrible.
Dear class,
I'm contacting you to inform you that your final grades are now up on WhiteBoard. Overall, the class did quite well. The average on the final exam was a B-, and the overall class average was a C+.
C+? No way I did nearly that terrible.
Your grades are non-negotiable.
Enjoy your summer.
-QT
Stupid WhiteBoard app is such a pain to get open. Slow as hell. Not only that, half the teachers don't even know how to use it. At least Professor Trepe isn't one of those people.
Let's see…it's loading…this pizza tastes hella good…it's still loading…
Here we go!
I scroll down to the bottom.
Final Exam Grade: 89
Really? One point away from a solid 90? Really, Trepey?
Whatever, it's only the final exam, not my class grade. Speaking of which…
Awesome! 93. Solid A. Told you I had that class down-pat. Not sure what to think of my other classes, but I haven't heard back from them so I guess it's just best not to dote on it. I'm actually pretty glad most professors haven't given 'em back yet, though, because otherwise this whole night would have been Amaya hyperventilating while breathing into a paper bag.
Girl seriously needs a chill pill.
I continue to surf around on my phone while I eat. I check out all my social media apps, and then head on over to play Paopu Crush. Not the hugest fan of the game, but it's a pretty good time-killer.
Suddenly, my phone starts spazzing out in my hand.
Incoming Call: Sora.
Oh, this should be interesting.
I immediately pick it up and hold the phone to my ear, while I take the last bite of my breadstick. The food in this box has officially been demolished.
"'Sup man?" I greet, after I've swallowed my food.
"Hey, Riku, could you do me a huge favor?" Sora pants. Oh, man, he's not calling me during…?
"Dude, pay attention to your woman," I retort. If you're gonna call someone during the act, you're definitely a lost cause.
"Long story, man, that's not even what's going on!" he yells back. "Anyway, I don't have my keys, so could you or Amaya please please unlock the front door for us?"
"Uh, sure? What's this about?" I ask, as I get up to walk over to the front door. I mean, come on, it's a pretty weird request. Why not just knock when they get here?Then again, everything about their night has been kinda strange.
"If they try to come in, it'll be trespassing!" Sora explains.
"What?" Who's 'they'? That explanation just makes everything more confusing.
"Listen, I'll tell you everything later! Bye!" He hangs up.
Well, that's certainly going to be one very interesting story. At this point, I'm just gonna roll with whatever's going on with Sora and Kairi. I'll find out everything eventually, anyway. Wonder how long it's gonna take him to show up.
I unlock the door as per Sora's unusual request, and then head back into the kitchen to clean up my mess. Which really isn't much. I throw the pizza box away in the trash and go back into the living room to flop myself on the couch. The sound of the water's stopped, but I can still hear the two of them walking around upstairs.
Maybe I'll just take a little nap here. Yeah, that sounds good right now. Full stomach, kind of fatigued, nothing to do…what's the better option?
I'm turning into Sora. Is that what spending time with his family does to me?
"Aw, come on, you can't fall asleep on me now," I hear a husky, female voice. Oh, shit, the demons have found me! Of course they'd try to take me in my sleep!
My eyes shoot open as I sit up to see—
"Oh, it's only you," I sigh, as I see Amaya leaning against the doorframe.
"Who else would it be?" she giggles, as she walks over to me.
"I don't even know anymore at this point," I reply, as I scoot over to make some space for her. "You and your family, man."
"Oh? What's that supposed to mean?" she asks, as she takes a seat right next to me.
"You're a very intriguing group of people," I shrug. She just chuckles in response. "So, you got Haru to sleep, I'm guessing?"
"Yeah! Smart plan with you getting her to dance," she beams at me. Oh, she caught on? "I figured it out towards the end, when you were so adamant to keep on going for those last couple of songs, even though I could tell you were tuckering out."
"I wasn't tired," I scoff.
"So you totally weren't taking a nap right now?" she asks, sticking her tongue out at me.
"Well, I was. But only because I finished your pizza, and there was nothing else left for me to do."
"Way to ask to eat it!" She lightly swats my arm.
"I paid for that shit." I pinch her cheek, which makes her grin reappear.
"Alright, I guess you got a point there," she concedes. "Anyway, since you burned most of her energy, all it took was a little warm bath and then a little scalp massage, and boom! She was out."
"Scalp massage?" That's one I don't think I've heard before.
"Well, yeah. It's probably one of the only traits Haru and I share, besides the hair texture," she twirls a strand of her own hair, "Although, we don't really know if it works on Sora since his hair is…well, you know."
"Made up of spikes of steel that belong on a flail? Yeah, I know," I smirk. She lets out a little chuckle. Hey, now my jokes are funny, too!
"But yeah, a good head rub is probably one of the most relaxing things ever, honestly," she contemplates aloud.
Hm…
You know, I could really work with this.
"How? Like this?" I reach over with my hand and use the pads of my fingers to make circular motions around on her scalp.
"Wait, holy crap, that's perfect," she says softly, as she closes her eyes.
Heh. If there's one thing I know about girls, it's how to touch them.
I start to move my hand around to make sure I rub every area of her head. I have to say, it's a good thing her hair is so smooth and soft—it's a comfortable experience for my fingers, too.
"How's that?" I ask in a low voice, as I lean in closer to her cheek. I can smell the delicious aroma of coconuts emanating from her skin, which has definitely has slightly flushed tinge to it now.
"That feels…really good," she gasps, as I start moving my hand towards the base of her neck. "Yeah, right there!" I keep my hand in the area for a few moments as she relishes the feeling.
And now? Time to pick up where we left off, when she was ordering the pizza delivery.
I slowly move in to plant a soft, gentle kiss on her cheek, while my free arm reaches around for her shoulder. I grip it tightly as I pull her in closer to my chest. Her sighing tells me I'm doing a pretty good job so far.
Time to up it a notch.
I move the hand that's been massaging her scalp and replace the one holding her shoulder with it. I use my now free hand to gently stroke her smooth face, as she turns her head to face me, big green eyes half-lidded, plump bottom lip bit in anticipation.
Damn.
"You know," I start, keeping my voice low as I lean my forehead against hers, "you're really beautiful, Amaya."
It's the first time I've said it to a girl and really, truly meant it.
"Th-Thanks," she replies softly, with a small, shy smile playing on her lips. She turns her torso to fully face me as I give her a little peck on the nose. I feel the palms of her hands slowly snake up from my abs to my chest, as I watch her close her eyes, her lips slightly parting.
I know exactly what she wants.
I run my thumb tenderly over her bottom lip as I close my eyes and tilt my head. I feel her grip on my shirt tighten, the rhythm of her breathing light but rapid.
I can't help but let out a little groan when my lips finally meet hers.
Up until now, all the kisses we've shared have been innocent little pecks. Never have I gotten the chance to hold her so close and tight like this—to really take in the feeling her soft skin, the fruity scent of her hair, or the sweet taste of her lips.
And now that I've started…I don't think I can stop.
I feel her hands slowly leave my chest, as she moves her arms to wrap them around my neck. I use the moment to pull her into my lap with the arm I have wrapped around her, while my other hand gently pulls on her hair. She lets out a breathy moan as the warm sensations overwhelm her, too.
We continue like this for the next few moments, holding on to each other for dear life as we kiss deeply. No crazy tricks, no fancy moves. Just two people, drowning in their tremendous desires for each other.
"R-Riku," she pants, as she pulls her lips away, her face still inches away from mine.
"Hm?" I reply, slightly dazed and admittedly kind of disappointed that that had to come to an end. She leans her forehead against mine once again, as she strokes my cheek with her finger.
"Why don't we," she starts, voice soft and husky, "go up to my room?"
She just.
Asked me to.
Go.
To.
Her.
Bedroom.
SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!
I do my best to try to keep a straight face as I reply to her. "Let's go," I whisper. I kiss her cheek one more time, which earns me another gasp from her.
She get off my lap to stand, beaming and blushing, and offers me her hand to help me up. I take it eagerly.
Because, I, Riku, am getting laid tonight.
Oh, how I missed this. It's been far, far too long.
"Come on, you," she chuckles as she leads me towards the stairs, her hand still grasping mine.
I don't think I've been so excited in my life.
I don't even know what kind of excited I am right now, to be honest.
And you know what? I don't even care, because—
Holy shit, what was that?!
"Did you hear that?" Amaya whips around to look at me, her eyebrows quivering in fear.
"Y-Yeah…that was one loud thud," I reply uneasily, as I look towards the source of the noise—upstairs.
We stand there for a moment, unsure how to react.
It's the loud, blood-curdling scream that has us bolting up to Haru's room.
A/N: Ahh hi guys! So sorry for the late update! I had a few exams last week, and then I got caught up with a few other projects (that I'll tell you guys about in a bit!). And I'm a horrible person for giving you a shorter chapter...but I still hope you enjoyed it. Can't believe there's only one left!
Another reason it took me so long was 'cause I wasn't exactly sure what to fill the first half of the chapter with; I hope you enjoyed the scenario I came up with xD I ended up cutting out most of the dancing because I knew it would get pretty repetitive and long-winded, and I wouldn't want to bore you guys with that! And don't worry, I've got plans for SoKai ;)
But that last bit? There's my first steamy make-out scene. It was pretty hard for me to write, since I didn't really know what direction to take. I ended up going the sensual route since I thought that fit best, but definitely let me know what you thought about that! I could always use some pointers!
So, yeah. ONE CHAPTER LEFT GUYS. What happened to Haru? What's going on with SoKai? RiMaya? PUPU? Follow/fav/review if you want to find out!
Quick note: finals are coming up soon for me, so it's gonna take me a while to get that last chapter out :/ But never fear! If you, for some reason, enjoy my writing, check out the two new stories I have published: Sex Ed (my collab fic with the lovely SoraxKairi7) and Retail Woes! Summaries in my profile, go check 'em out and let me know what you think!
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