Of Cookies and Brownies
Chapter 3
(A/N: okay, I do understand that I go overboard with the number notations… but for your better enjoyment of the story, I'll try to keep them to a minimum. Also, I do list what the number refers back to at the end of the chapter, so you don't have to constantly scroll up and down the page. Just wait and read them all at the end. Now… onward with the fiction!)
It is still early morning, early enough so that the sky is painted with breathtaking hues of oranges and pinks, dashes of blue appearing every now and then. The sun has just begun its ascend into the sky, and Sena is already beginning his trek to the Devil Bat clubhouse. This past Saturday… the brunet didn't enjoy recalling the event, but he understands that he screwed up big time. It's Monday now, and all he can do to redeem himself from his blunder is to offer a slew of apologies and his blood, sweat, and tears through a grueling morning workout.
'M-Maybe it's too early…? Yeah, I should wait for others to come…' the mock secretary thinks to himself, reaching for the handle of the clubhouse door hesitantly. Sena knows Hiruma will be on the inside. The only problem is that no one else will. It's really early and no one will be around to hear his screams.
The brunet continues to stare at the doorknob, the faint shine of its golden surface gleaming at him torturously, taunting him. Quickly, Sena retracts from the handle, digging in his green blazer pocket and whips out his mobile. He sends a text to Monta, "Get to football, ASAP!", and shoves the silver phone back into the confines of his pocket. He then reaches for the doorknob again…
"Hurry the hell up, and get in here, fucking shrimp!" comes from the other side that Sena has yet to see. His heart sinks like lead in water as he squeals a silent 'Hiiieeeee!'
Cautiously, he pushes the door ajar but just enough for him to squeeze his face through. He sees their captain's desk with his laptop sitting with a few sticks of sugar-free gum next to it. Hiruma's fancy office chair was spun in the opposite direction, but Sena spots a few of his blond spikes peering over the top. "Y-Yes, Hiruma-san…?"
"Didn't I say to get the fuck in here, fucking shrimp?" the blond grits out between what sounds like clenched teeth. The faint click of a gun slips through the air, the safety being turned off. Regretfully, Sena slides through the small opening of the door, closing it behind him and pressing his back against it.
"I-I'm sorry about Saturday…. I shouldn't have gone…"
"You're fucking right about that," Hiruma jeers with a demonic resonance that fills the entire room. Sena stiffens, leaning harder against the door in hopes of ebbing through it.
"I-I know, H-H-Hiruma-san! B-But look!" the brunet offers his arm as if Hiruma actually can see it. Somewhere inside his psyche, he believes the quarterback can. "I-I'm fine! N-Nothing –"
But Sena is quickly silenced by sound of a bullet drilling into a spot on the door relatively close to his head. With wide, horror-stricken eyes, he cranes his neck slowly towards the new bullet hole, swallowing harshly at the prospect of that possibly being what could have ended his life just now. He looks back to his captain's office chair, noticing that it didn't move an inch at all.
"W-Wait a minute!" the mock secretary shrieks and holds his hands in the air like a convict caught red-handed. "Hiruma-san! Wh-Where are y-you!"
"KE KE KE KE KE KE KE KE!" the same demonic voice echoes throughout the clubhouse. "So you figured out that I'm not at my fucking desk, haven't you, fucking shrimp?" Almost as to confirm this claim, another bullet darts out from nowhere, penetrating the door on the opposite side of Sena's head. Sena's eyes wonder around helplessly, lost as to where to look. The mock secretary's vision locks on the swivel, leather office chair as it magically rotates around to present a broomstick with straw bristles. Taped to the front of it is a piece of paper that reads "You're going to die here" with a chibi Hiruma sticking out his tongue mockingly.
"I-I'm sorry, Hiruma-san! B-But I really am fine!" the brunet squeaks, praying for the door to become permeable.
Hiruma knows that the fucking shrimp is fine based on appearances. Obviously, no harm came to his running back while at the scrimmage, but that didn't put his mind at ease. He knows those Ojou's know something. He could tell by the downshift in the intensity of game play after Cerberus revealed the fucking shrimp to the Knights.
Although he is still freaking out, Sena closes his eyes and concentrates his focus. He calms the hammering of his heart and listens closely for other sounds. The distant birds, the zoom of cars, the hum of bugs… all are sounds from outside, magnified by his concentration. He listens more carefully… the patter of running feet… the click of a gun…
The brunet's eyes snap open, darting towards the overhead air vent. He could see a tiny gleam of metal surrounded by an ominous silhouette. Just when he's about to duck to avoid the next fire, the door behind him slams open, crushing him into the wall.
"SENA! I got here as quickly as I could, MA – " Monta's sentence is abbreviated as he takes a blow to the head, collapsing to the ground. The mock secretary panics and shoves the door out of his way and rushes to the aid of his friend.
"Monta-kun? Monta!"
The young monkey boy lies motionlessly, his large brown eyes frozen in shock. His forehead bares a hole that a flowing red substances trickles from with abandon. Sena hears the twisted laughter of what he now deems his psychopathic captain. He turns to see him cackling his brains out at the sight of a fallen comrade, not even trying to figure how the devil made it out of the air vent so quickly. Tears that were threatening to spill gushed freely from the boy's eyes.
"H-Hiruma-san! Y-You've gone t-too far!"
Still guffawing his brains out, Hiruma cocks his head in the direction of the mess of a human on the ground. "Take a look at the fucking monkey before you start seeking vengeance."
And just as Hiruma said this, Monta started sputtering helplessly. "A-Am I dead!" Frantically, the wide receiver touches the ache on his forehead, smearing around more of the crimson liquid.
Sena, who is still flabbergasted by whatever just happened, stares back and forth from Hiruma to the wound on poor, unsuspecting Monta's head. Noting the fucking shrimp's confusion, Hiruma simply states, "Paintball gun." The two of them sigh in relief; Monta wipes off the blood-red paint as Sena is clinging to him as if he's anchoring Monta's soul to this world.
In the distance, across the football field, Hiruma can see Kurita heading towards them with the smallish Komusubi jogging along side. Hiruma then snaps back to the hysteric pair on the ground. "What the fuck are you two doing! Get suited up for practice, now!"
Takami saunters into Shin and Sakuraba's classroom with a sly air about him. The two, who were partaking in a light conversation during their lunch break (with Sakuraba doing nearly all of the talking), silence upon his entrance. Shin's eyes narrow on the quarterback, watching his every move as he slinks towards them while Sakuraba strays his gaze elsewhere, as if he couldn't see Takami then Takami couldn't see him.
Unwaveringly, even though the reception is rather unwelcoming, Takami approaches his teammates with confident strides. He leans against the blond's desk, but Sakuraba stays facing Shin's direction. The quarterback exchanges glances with Shin before he speaks, smiling rather satirically.
"So, about that spoke agreement we made last week…" Takami's words drift off his lips that are still pressed into that generic grin. The three know exactly what the unspoken remnants of the fragment will be, "… You didn't defeat Eyeshield," but Takami speaks them anyway.
The cobalt-haired teen glares at the quarterback with a blaze that could burn him to ashes if it were physically possible. Sakuraba's grip on the back of his desk tightens as the tension ferments.
"He did defeat Eyeshield. This just disproves your theory of Kobayakawa-san being Eyeshield, since they were in the same place at the same time," the blond pipes in, still refusing to face Takami. Sakuraba and Shin can be said to be close friends since Shin only ever confides in Sakuraba. Because of this, the wide receiver is fully aware of his teammate's feelings towards Kobayakawa-san. He only agreed because Takami made it sound so just at the time…
"Don't be stupid," Takami quips. "We three know his true identity. We confirmed that when I first made the proposal to Shin." The linebacker makes a dejected grunt at the sound of his name, but the quarterback cuts him a slight acknowledging glance and continues regardless. "Either we go with the original plan of Shin committing the 'Sexual Warfare'–"
"Rape," Sakuraba corrects.
"Either we go with the original plan of Shin committing the 'Sexual Warfare'…" Takami restates irritably, "Or I will take care of Kobayakawa-kun myself."
At this, Shin features pales into a shocking, frightful state. Sakuraba whips around at an unbelievably alarming rate, mirroring a similar expression to Shin's. Takami stares coolly back at the two, as if the suggestion was something any reasonably-thinking human being would utter. The linebacker's jaw drops minutely but enough for Takami to realize that he is at a loss for words. The quarterback smirks triumphantly.
Sakuraba, when words finally seek out his lips, stands to a towering height equivalent to Takami's and shouts, "ARE YOU CRAZY!"
The three of them can feel the eyes of the other occupants of the room on them, but neither of them stirs from their positions. Whispers raise and the room fills with talk of the three's strange behavior. Just as Takami is about to say something more, the class representative, a brunet with twin pigtails that stretch down the length of her back, steps between the Everest Pair.
"I'm sorry, but to preserve the peaceful atmosphere of our classroom I am going to have to ask you to leave, Takami-san," the class rep informs.
Without resistance, the quarterback allows himself to be ushered out of the room, but not before he advises to Shin, "Think about what I've said." The class rep locks her arm firmly with his and shows him to the door. She's heard all that she needs to know.
Sakuraba, after Takami's presence has been dismissed from the room, sighs deeply and audibly, combing a hand through his short, spiking blond locks and sinks into his seat again. "That guy can't be serious…"
Shin, still mind-jolted by the quarterback revolting sentiments, cannot bring his eyes to meet the one of his friend and fellow teammate. In his mind he felt lost, as if amid a vast abyss of obstructive, endless blizzard. Everywhere he thinks to look only leads to what cannot rectify the problem. The only thing that is clear to him is that Sena… his Sena… is in danger. He mentally curses his feeling, but retracts his statement, realizing this has little to do with his affection for the Deimon ace, but rather Takami's desperation for victory.
Resurfacing to his mind like the responses of a magic eight ball, Shin is brought back to that of most importance. More important that school or football or possibly anything.
Sena is in danger.
Takami is going to harm Sena.
Sena in endangered by Takami over something so trivial as high school football. (he doesn't truly believe this, but anything is trivial when compared to Sena)
That bastard Takami…
And this is how Shin's thought process robotically computes for the entirety of the school day, so to the point that he nearly answers a calculus equation aloud with "Sena is in danger." As the final bell of the day chimes for the students release from their day prison, Shin is already on his quick feet, sparing no hallway pedestrian leeway as he darts off the Ojou Private Senior High School campus. He hadn't put much of a though to it, but he already knew where his feet were taking him, his body acting on its own accord.
School has also dismissed at Deimon High. All of the regular players of the Deimon Devil Bats make their way to assemble in the clubroom and prepare for another grueling practice, courtesy of their Spartan captain, of course. With a sigh and a tired stretch, his muscles aching from this morning's punishment, Sena too makes his way to the clubroom. He takes no time to fascinate himself with the passing scenes of the school. Hiruma would be such to have his ass if he didn't haul ass now. And haul ass he did. Now standing before the door of the clubhouse, Sena wonders just how many people arrived ahead of him just as the door swings open to reveal Hiruma…
'… And a kid?' Sena tilts his head, not sure as to why Hiruma would have his hand on the shoulder of some random kid. 'Maybe it's one of his slaves…?'
The blond-haired captain blinks as if he weren't expecting Sena to appear before him, but Sena didn't notice. He was too busy thinking Hiruma had been standing on the opposite side of that just waiting for him to show up.
"What the fuck are you doing here, fucking shrimp?" Hiruma hisses after a dumbfound silence settles amongst the three of them. It isn't until now that Sena believed Hiruma really wasn't expecting him.
"I'm here for practice like I am everyday, Hiruma-san," Sena says. "U-Unless there's no practice today…?"
"Of course there's fucking practice today. What moron wouldn't have practice when there's a game in less than a week?" It came rhetorically enough for Sena to know not to answer. The mock secretary can see that Hiruma is peeved, if not by the tone of his voice then by his tightening grip on the shoulder of worrisome-looking boy.
The boy, Sena notices when he really looks at him, resembles Hiruma a bit and someone else that he can't quite peg at the moment. His deep blue eyes and neck-length golden hair coupled with his serrated-looking fangs remind him of what was described as a fairy in a book he read once (1), the offspring of an angel and a demon. That means he could very well be the mischievous type…
"A-Are you Eyeshield-san?"
Sena refocuses on the face of the boy rather than his details. He then looks to Hiruma, wondering is this is an inquiry that is allowed to be answered.
"Yes, that fucking shrimp over there is one and only," Hiruma answers since Sena is too busy operating his mouth like a fish on land. "Though, I have no fucking idea why he's here."
"I'm here for practice!" the brunet protests
"No the fuck you're not!" Hiruma jeers. He pats the smaller blond before him heartily on the back, causing him to lurch forward a bit. "This fucking halfling right here is taking your place!"
"Wh-What!" Sena could only think to shout. 'A-Am I getting kicked off the team!'
"No wonder Eyeshield-san's uniform fits me so well…" the fucking halfing mutters thoughtfully to no one in particular. Sena thought he could sense a bit of disappointment from him. The halfing, though he had worn Eyeshield's uniform before, still expected him to be some sort formidable athlete with insane muscles and a superhero stature.
"Calm down, fucking shrimp. It's not a permanent thing," the captain scoffs in an oddly reassuring way. "Since my slaves haven't reported anything back yet…. Fucking idiots."
Nonetheless, relief overwhelms Sena knowing that he still gets to be a Deimon Devil Bat. "But I thought you said we'd be morons if we didn't have practice before a game…? I need practice too, you know."
"Hence your double time during morning practice!" Hiruma snaps, startling both the halfing and the mock secretary. "Don't talk as if I don't know what I'm doing, fucking shrimp! Go the fuck home, NOW!" sneers, coated with dripping acid. Both of the small boy squeal, but only Sena leaves as instructed, running until he's sure he's out of gun range from the blond (though you can never be sure with Hiruma). He slows when he comes across the school gate, spotting the familiar face of…
"Shin-san! Wh-What are you doing here?"
Although Sena protested for a while Shin still insisted on walking the brunet home for reason of which Sena is unaware. The walk was a silent one, the only soundtrack provided by the surrounding scenes of nature and humanity. Sena half expected or half hoped for some sort of action on Shin's part, maybe a kiss like last time…? But he remembered the lack of privacy that comes with the outdoors and reconsidered. Making out on a street corner in broad daylight isn't something Sena had a desire to do.
On the other hand, Shin was still a little tense. He had this weird notion that some ominous force would come hurling out of shrubs or trees and kidnap his little Sena. Unconsiously, he stood closer to the brunet, picking up his hand in his to be sure Sena wouldn't be so easily snatched up with every large cluster of foliage they bypassed. Sena just glanced curiously at the frequent grip and release of his hand but commented nothing about it.
"Thank you for walking me home, Shin-san," Sena bows gratefully to which Shin gestures with a slight nod of his head. Sena reaches for his bag, pulling out a set of shimmering keys. "Would you like to come in for a moment?"
The mock secretary blushes furiously but holds his glaze on the linebacker as steadily as he can. "I wouldn't want to impose on your family…"
"It's fine!" Sena squeaks. "My mom says I don't bring home enough friends, plus my parents aren't here…. Dad's on a business trip and Mom tagged along for the adventure…"
Truthfully in Shin's mind, Sena's mouth had gone mute the moment it registered that Sena is home alone and for what may be an extended period of time. "When will they be returning?" he asks, his tone wavering between concern and sternness.
"Dad phoned me yesterday. He said sometime Saturday afternoon. I'm guessing during the match."
Alarms start going off in Shin's head. That's plenty enough hours for Takami to set whatever plan he has in motion… time that the cobalt-haired teen isn't going to allot him. "I am spending the night."
Sena blushes more profusely at his words, fidgeting with the keys in his hand he has yet to unlock the door with. "It's fine… y-you don't have to do all of th-that…" Sena stutters, but Shin's eyes are dead set on his decision. Sena didn't mind it as much as he was letting on.
After Sena manages to open his front door, the two enter. Pit, Sena's smallish cat, greets them with a stretched meow. Sena pets him gingerly, then separates from Shin for a moment to run upstairs and place his belongings by his bedside. When he returns, Shin is still waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs with all of his belongings still in hand. The brunet apologizes, making a second run to his room to place the linebacker's possessions.
Sena descends upon the stairs again. "I'm sorry… my house is kinda empty. There isn't much to do here…"
"It's fine," is all that Shin says. Sena, unsure of the brevity of Shin's claim, beings to walk further into his house. Shin follows wordlessly.
"This is the living room." The brunet says as the two pass through a room with a sleek black leather furniture set and a matching ottoman in the middle (2). Shin noted what he could identify as a PlayStation video gaming system and games strewn in front of the television. He did not know any of the titles of the floor accept Final Fantasy, though he has zero experience in playing. Shin doesn't keep his eyes wandering for too long as Sena proceeds into another room that he defines as the kitchen.
"There isn't much to eat… well, nothing that can be eaten without cooking skill," Sena tells Shin just as he reaches for the handle of the fridge. He opens it, the fridge light cutting on. The fridge was filled entirely of food. There are plenty of vegetables and raw meats with condiments and dressings on door shelf. Peering over Shin's broad shoulder, Sena see the meats and reminds himself to move those to the freezer before they spoil.
There are also plastic containers of what look like convenient store leftovers and goopy liquids in ceramic bowls covered with plastic wrap. "What are those?" Shin questions, indicating to the oddly-colored mixtures in the bowls.
"My mom was on some baking venture…. She's been making a lot of cakes and stuff. That – " Sena points to the bowl filled with a thick, dark brown substance, "is brownie batter. This one is cookie dough. The pink stuff in the back is strawberry cake batter."
Shin shakes his head, a faint smile playing on his lips, as his stands to close the fridge. Sena steps back, allowing Shin space. Shin wonders just how long his parents have been away. The leftovers indicate to a few nights, maybe three, but no more than that. The rest of the food is still so fresh.
"I will cook for you."
Sena's eyes widen minutely. "You can cook?"
Shin doesn't answer but continues as he moves towards the stove. Sena just watches, though something in his mind is kicking him. 'Something's wrong with this scene…'
Shin's hand reaches for a knob on the stove. He gives it a twist, but before the stove can whistle gasoline and ignite the knob promptly snaps off in his hand.
"Hiiiieee! Shin-san!" Sena had forgotten just how horrible with technology the cobalt-haired teen is. Sena holds his hands out for Shin to place the broken knob in.
"I'm sorry…. It just broke…"
"It's fine, Shin-san…" Sena affirms wearily, taking the stove knob a placing it into one of the counter drawers. "We can just pick up something from the convenient store…"
The sun was beginning to set on the day, and the scheduled practice time was closing to an end. Hiruma dismissed everyone from the field to return to the locker room so they could all "hurry the fuck home," as he so crudely put it.
Juumonji , Kuroki, and Togano were doing the same as all the rest until Kazune, Hiruma's younger cousin that is currently posing as Eyeshield in Sena's stead, appeared before them.
"What do you want?" Kuroki drones bitterly to Kazune's eye shield, watching himself reflect of its surface. "Can't you see…"
"That we're trying…"
"Hold on guys," Juumonji commands, surprising both Kuroki and Togano that their sentence is being left incomplete. "Antagonizing people of the Hiruma family won't be good for us."
The other two Ha-Ha Brothers gulp at the realization. The father of this boy could obliterate their futures after high school, not that they had much of one at the rate they were going. The cousin… could do unspeakable things that could haunt them for the rest of their lives and after.
Now that Juumonji is sure that his companions are reasonably silent, he asks Kazune, "How can I help you?"
"Well, normally Hiruma-nii helps me put away Eyeshield-san's uniform, but he seems really angry…"
Juumonji hadn't even the time to reply before Togano and Kuroki start walking away. "We're obviously not need here," Kuroki grunts. "We don't…"
"Wanna get involved with that kid. He's dangerous," Togano finishes, completing the thought without the help of Juumonji's voice. Without a look back, Togano and Kuroki disappear off the football field and into the clubhouse.
Kazune watched as the other two walked off, unsure if he had said something displeasing, then turns to Juumonji whom is gazing at him with gentleness. "Don't worry about them. Now… what were you saying?"
A blush dispatches over the little halfling's cheeks as his glassy oceanic eyes take in the strong, heavily masculine figure of Juumonji. "I-I need help… t-taking this off and putting it away…. Hiruma-nii normally helps, but he's – "
"I know. He's angry. Gotcha."
Kazune nods and follows Juumonji as he starts for the clubhouse himself, but they don't get very far before the blond lineman begins speaking again. "By the way, why do you call Hiruma 'Hiruma-nii'? You two are cousins, right?"
"Of course we are! Can't you tell?" the smaller blond huffs, speeding up to fall into step with Juumonji. "It's just… Hiruma-nii isn't close to the rest of us like that… just Auntie."
"Auntie?" Juumonji asks, slowing down a bit. He thinks this is something that isn't meant for his ears, so he doesn't want Hiruma hearing that he hears.
Kazune slows down too, the two moving at a languid, purposeless pace. "Yeah, his mom. Only she called him by his first name. He refuses to be referred to as that by anyone else."
"Where is she now?"
At this, Kazune comes to a complete stop, staring at the oranging clouds in the sky of the setting sun. The light glints off the surface of the Devil Bat football helmet adorning his head in a mystifying sort of way. Juumonji could only imagine how beautiful Kazune would have looked if the rays of light were to kiss his cheeks and golden hair. "We… don't know. She's been missing for years now…. Hiruma ran away from home after the incident…"
"I'm sorry to hear that…" Juumonji offers, not sure of what else to say, though this makes him ponder about where the captain is currently living but only for a brief moment.
Kazune shakes his head. "No, it's fine. That was years ago, though Hiruma-nii never returned home. I think that's what he plans to do with all his money… search for her."
Juumonji shows his understanding with a small nod of his head but says nothing more, wishing to drop the subject. Kazune too remains quiet, fearing that maybe he's spoken a bit too much and made Juumonji feel awkward.
Juumonji can't quite figure out how Kazune just seems so stunning in any lighting. Fluorescent lighting usually reveals any and every flaw a person my have, like under eye circle or uneven skin. For Kazune, the lights across the ceiling of the Devil Bat's clubhouse rain upon his skin, leaving an unearthly milky glow over his arms and cheeks, like that of an angel. Flawless.
Kazune removed his helmet when he first entered the clubhouse, happy to be rid of that stuffy feeling of being trapped behind the green eye shield. He places it next to where Juumonji placed his, on a nearby bench, then looks up to the lineman for instructions.
"Personally, I think it's better to start with the top half first. You know, to get the padding off and stuff," he says. "It unrestricts your movement quicker."
Kazune nods slowly, still a little bemused by Juumonji as he proceeds to lead by example and strip off his jersey and padding. Juumonji tosses the shirt and equipment to the side. "Don't worry about the jersey. Mamori usually – what are you staring at?"
Kazune gasps, his transfixion on Juumonji broken, as he spins to hide what he knows will be his face flushing. "No-Nothing!" he squeaks, then starts yanking the jersey to force its hem out of his laced-up pants.
Juumonji stops him, grabbing both of the smaller blond's tiny wrists. "You're putting the jersey through more abuse. Hiruma will be mad if he has to order a new one too soon…"
"Hiruma-nii's already mad…"
"Touché," Juumonji smirks, then leans into the arc of the petite blond's back, allowing his taut, naked muscles to press against him as he rest his head in the nook of his tiny neck. Kazune whimpers lightly as the calm puffs of Juumonji's exhales tickle his neck and ear. "Still, I'd probably get the heat of his anger just because you asked for my help today."
"O-Oh…. I'm sorry…" Kazune mumbles, unable to bring his gaze to meet the lineman's or to say much more than this. His body shudders from active nerves coiling repeatedly in his stomach, tightening to the point where he feels immobilized.
Juumonji makes a sound somewhat between a grunt and a chortle, then plants a tiny kiss on the side of Kazune's neck. "You have to loosen the strings first, then untuck the shirt…" His right hand releases Kazune's wrist, then eases down to the front of the laced-up bottoms, brushing the stings delicately with the tips of his calloused fingers. Jumonji's fingers make work of the laces, but Kazune grabs his thick wrist, moaning for him to stop.
"It's fine, it's fine…" he reassures, only loosening the pants enough to slide out the jersey without trouble. He helps Kazune out of the garb, Kazune simply raising his hands above his head without any retort. Then he removes the bulky protective padding and tosses it aside as well. "Mamori some how handles the laundry before morning practices, so there's nothing much to worry about after this…" he resumes his position behind Kazune, dusting his fingers over the minutely loosened laces of the football slacks, denoting to them.
Kazune sucks in a sharp breath, feeling himself grow eagerly underneath the separating fabric. "I-If the laundry isn't an issue, I-I think I can h-handle is from here…" he quivers, but does nothing to stop Juumoni's lazy hand dragging over the front of his trousers, only blushing brighter than he possibly could have previously.
"You're cute, you know that?" the lineman mumbles more to himself than to Kazune, planting another light kiss along the column of his tiny, pallid neck. He allows for the kiss to linger, his exhales heating the delicate flesh below. When this kiss end, he trails into another, and another, and another, kissing his way to shell of the smaller blond's ear, kissing the lobe gently.
"Juu-Juumonji…" Kazune cries out needily.
Juumonji smirks at the boy's plea, smirking against his skin as he nuzzles him once more. His hand that was once at the front of his laced-up pants are now tugging at the tiny, translucent platinum hairs below Kazune's navel. His hand creeps further south, following the short happytrail as he delves inward. Juumonji takes a soft hold of his excitement.
"Juumonji!"
"Shhhh…" the taller blond warns. "We have to keep our voices down…"
Kazune whimpers painfully, gnawing at his bottom lip to retain his lustful moans. Satisfied with the cooperation, Juumonji continues to work on him, pumping the sensitive organ with slow, deliberate strokes of his broad hand.
"Do you like me, Kazu-chan?" Juumonji suddenly asks. Kazune emits a soft whine, reminding Juumonji of a mewling kitten. Accompanied with the whine is a very slight nod of the smaller blond's head. Favoring the response, Juumonji pumps his hand harder, faster and beings to grind against Kazune's rear, determined to bring him to completion.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing to the fucking halfing?"
The two stop cold. Juumonji, very aware of the owner of the voice and the position of his hand, lifts his eyes to stare into those of the frigid, demanding, beady ones of the Deimon Devil Bats' Captain. Hiruma Youichi.
Kazune, too frighten by the sudden appearance of his cousin, freezes stock-still. "Hiruma-nii, th-th-this isn't - !"
"'What it looks like'?" Hiruma finishes mockingly, an apparent sour venom saturating bleak monotone. "I'm sure that's my hand in your pants, isn't it?"
Kazune's blush glows brighter but with more of a shamed glow. He tries to shrink away from the muted fury of his older cousin, finding his back colliding with the taut chest muscles of Juumonji. He turns to look the lineman in the eyes, discovering a saddening confusion that he's obviously trying to mask with a blazing glare as hot as inflamed coals.
"Do want ever the fuck you want," Hiruma finally scoffs, walking away casually, as if he hadn't just witnessed something displeasing. "Just hurry the fuck up and get out."
There's a distant bang of metal on metal when Hiruma exits the room, slamming the door emphatically. Kazune's face, now devoid of his blush or any color for that matter, pales at the horror of his cousin discovery. He trembles violently, losing his balance as he almost stumbles to the ground, but Juumonji manages to catch him, his arm locking around his slim waist.
"God, that guy's a control-freak," Juumonji spits, picking Kazune back up so that he can steady himself. The smaller blond still wants to recede within himself, similar to that of an imploding star collapsing on itself. Juumonji gazes back down into Kazune's smoggy, fright-stricken orbs, worry written clearly in his features. Kazune couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes.
"What's wrong, Kazu-chan?" the lineman inquires carefully, like treading on a thin mirror that will surely shatter under his massive weight. "And… just what did he mean that it's not his hand…?"
End of the Chapter
Oh gawd… FINALLY THIS IS DONE!
You see that? This is 13 fucking pages on MS word with Calibri, font size 11. 13! THIRTEEN!
Damn, I told you all this would be long. But you deserve it after that horrible wait…
And no Sena/Shin just yet… the chapter would have ended up being another 10 pages or something horrid like that if I added that part in here…
… for some reason, I finished this to Lady Gaga's Paparazzi on repeat. Weird…
Okay, NUMBER NOTATION TIME! There weren't so many this time.
(1)"His deep blue eyes and neck-length golden hair coupled with his serrated-looking fangs remind him of what was described as a fairy in a book he read once, the offspring of an angel and a demon." This description of Kazune is based on the MORTAL INSTRUMENTS TRILOGY. Everyone should read those books, by the way. But yes. The book describes fairies this way, the children of angels and demons. There's suppose to be like… fallen angels, but they call themselves fairies to "save their dignity" or something like that. Also, book describes fairies as deceitful and mischievous, so that's why Sena believes he needs to be weary of Kazune.
(2)"… a room with a sleek black leather furniture set and a matching ottoman in the middle." This is actually the description of MY living room XD
And I guess that's it!
Leave reviews. I also would like to know if the mini yaoi scene with the two Kazu-chans is good enough. It's had to write sexual stuff and get it to exude the type of stifling passion I want it to… I guess this is a good start… it is suppose to be light and not super overly sexual… but still sexual. GAH! I'm explaining myself too much! Just read and enjoy!
Oh, and one more thing. Sena and Shin will (attempt to) bake cakes for all of those that can spot the pathetic fallacy!