i don't own Shugo Chara

chapter 5: taste

"I really think you should tell her."

There weren't much people in the train, but she let me convince her that it'll be better to just stand by the end, facing the clear window. We get to see the beautiful scene of the city during sunset, and I get to place my arms around her and pull her to me. Before she would usually play hard to get; she'd allow me to embrace her from behind, but then she'd complain and peel me off. Of course, she would use my persistence as an excuse to just let me have my way. That was during our previous dates. Recently, however, she would be the one to pull my hand around her waist and my head on her shoulders. Perhaps it's the cold, or maybe she's just her affectionate self. Either way, I'm glad she's getting use to how 'warm' I am.

The topic she raised, however, disturbed me. I've been avoiding it since the day I realized how much I love Rima, but perhaps the ghost is still on my tail.

"Do I have to?" I asked in a whining manner, putting our cheeks together

"She deserves to know, Nagi. She's our friend."

"Yeah, I know."

I couldn't hide the look of hesitance on my face. Standing close near the transparent glass wall, she must've since such expression through the dull reflection. She began rubbing our cheeks together, something she'd usually do when she knows I'm down with something. I didn't really want to bring it up on her, but knowing how dear of a person Rima is, the value of sincerity and honesty precedes the silence of friendship.

"Come on, it won't be that difficult. Have you forgotten how to work that charm of yours?" she spoke in an attempt to lighten me up.

"Telling Amu is the easy part. The problem is I would have to hurt her in doing it. And also..."

I trailed of the last point because the words it carries somehow burdens my resolve towards this precious girl. I didn't know if Rima understands it completely, but deep down I myself don't want to cater such reality any longer. It's not really a matter of going back to a painful past of unrequited love. It's just that I've found something valuable now and is in my hand, but what I value before is now asking me to hold it again.

"And what?" she asked.

"I don't want to bring back the days when I was so in love with Amu that I didn't want to erase Nadeshiko from her. Up until the day I realized my feelings for her, being her girl-friend was easy. I forgot that deep down I'm still a boy, and my heart began telling me to do things... just so I can make her happy, and so Nadeshiko continued to exist for her."

The shame in my voice was eminent, and I wanted it so.

"You're afraid to face the fact that you fell in love with her before and you had to lie because of it?" she asked.

I was hoping she'd carry some recognizable tone of anger or even disappointment. I was hoping, because I was guilty, but she sounded as sweet as ever, and as she turned around to face me, all I could see in that warm smile and kind eyes is fearless understanding.

"Rima, falling in love with you is the most beautiful thing in the world for me. I feel like I could go on with the rest of my life with you by my side. It's just that... thinking about Amu... I don't want to hurt anyone again."

"Silly," she remarked, poking my nose, "I know you would never hurt anyone on purpose. And I know too, that I can trust you with everything."

Her arms attempting to gather my body felt so nice and warm, and suddenly I came to a full understanding just how much I love this sweet, little girl. In casual, unmindful times her cold exterior would always take the tolls of first impressions. But in moments when her natural tendency to comfort and embrace overcomes any façade, I could never forfeit her for the ice queen she shows herself to be. A comforting thought, and a dreadful one at the same time; this just means anyone could fall for her... no, I won't allow anyone else to get their hands on her, never!

"Aren't you a little afraid of how this will turn out? I mean, for all we know Amu could end up realizing she likes me." I asked.

"She her hands full with Tadase and Ikuto-ni... besides, you belong to me now. Even if Amu's my best friend, I wouldn't let her steal you from me." She whispered back to me.

Her chin was poking on my chest and was tickling me as she continues to look up at me with a smile.

"Indeed... I am all yours, my lovely, dancing queen." I said, and we share a chuckle with our noses touching.

We went back to our original position, since there were some newly bulletin boards raised in some nearby street. One of them showed Rima's favorite comedy duo, and I saw the curve of her lips and her following gaze as we past it by.

"So, how are you going to tell her?"

Some ideas walked into my head, but at some point I kept reconciling it with echiness... or something. I didn't cater the idea without the possibility of accomplishing other ends... Rima-oriented ends of pleasure! Bwahahaha!

"...hmm... slumber party, my house, next week. You'll help with the preparations."

"I don't mind. But I think we both know very well I'm useless in the kitchen." She said.

"Oh, don't worry... you can do all the work in my room... with me... hehehe... OW!"

Finally, we arrived at the station. But before the exiting our special moment, I had some parting words.

"In all fairness to our beloved kira-kira girl, Amu has shown impressive progress in the breast department and her hips seem to be... OW!"

I therefore conclude that Rima's slap gets heavier as my jokes get more perverted. We stepped out of the train with her clinging on me, both of us wearing happy smiles; mine had a red mark laden besides, while hers was a twitching smile of anger.

"Ah, yes, I love you too boyfriend. Shall we? The ice cream is waiting. Oh, and should I hear another critique of the female body part from your beautiful lips, I would have Kusu-kusu toy around with your favorite jersey, understand dear?"

"Y-yes, my love." I felt my voice quiver, imagining my wonderful sports wear with all the nasty scribbles of crayons.

"Good."

We spent our way towards the our adore ice-cream stall with her smiling observantly, and with me smiling cautiously, watching every idea getting in my head and making sure they don't go out unprecedented.

I took her to this place the day I confessed to her. At first, I was a little afraid that taking her on our first date immediately after we became a couple would be a little awkward. Surprisingly, our chemistry got through pretty well. We both like dancing, we both have a fondness of stage work, our choices in movies may be universes apart, but all the same we talked about the silliest things and the time passed without us even knowing about it. I also realized that day that falling in love with someone also means falling in love with their defects. I mean, she may be the cutest girl in my eyes, but she also has the funniest, messiest way of eating ice-cream, especially one that's new to her palate. In compensation, though, she gets even cuter when she's focused, and nothing needs more focus than a cone of delectable gelato.

Yes, gelato, Italian ice-cream, and no other place in the city makes them save for this stall in a nice park a few miles from school. The owner runs an independent business without other establishments. I asked her if she could transfer to another location, somewhere nearer, but she said the ingredients she needs to make the ice-cream could only be bought from the shops adjacent to where she had always been. That's such a blow, do I have to go all the way here just for a few cones? Well, at most sentimental times, I guess it wouldn't have mattered, especially since the ice-cream is a real treat, unlike anything in Japan.

"I never brought anyone here before, not even the guardians, until now. I want to share this special place with your from now on. Whenever I'm down in the dumps, I'd spent the time traveling here thinking about the bad things in life, then enjoy a simple cone if ice-cream, and everything else will be nothing more than aftertastes. I've live a very confused life so far, Rima, but falling in love with you is the surest, sweetest thing that has ever happened to me. From this day forth, the bitter days without you are now just bad memories. I want my ice-cream days with you to last forever..."

Every time I recall how cool I was saying those words, and how embarrassed she looked,

I get that proud, overbearing sensation that makes me believe I'm all the man I ever want to be. Well, nothing beats a tall ego. But now, as we both stand here, facing the window of my favorite ice-cream stall, I get the feeling I'm going to get dominated somehow, if not for the fact that she's clinging on to me rather possessively... or is just the night breeze?

"Ah, my favorite customers, what will it be today?"

She would usually have her apron on, but judging by the time and the empty gallons on the counter I'd say it's just about closing hours. I'm glad we came in just in time.

"Good afternoon, I would like..."

"Mint over chocolate and strawberry, please." Rima cut me off before I could give my order. The principle of ladies first; I guess my love for ice-cream reduces my instincts as a gentleman. I'll let her have her way.

"Cone?"

"Cup, please."

"Too much sweets can make you fat, you know." I said, putting my chin over her head.

"I know how to deal with my own body."

"Of course you do... how silly of me to forget? You need fat for your, OW!"

I would soon realize the concept of 'karma' for as soon as Rima took her cup with the three layers of gelato scoops, the pretty lady had that shock expression on her face when she looked at me. I glanced at Rima's cup; the scoops were unusually thick today, like it was compressed to fit. Looking back at the owner who was now smiling somewhat in an embarrassed way, a sudden chill went up my spine. In occasions when the ice-cream man would thicken his scoops, that would usually mean he's wiping up the last of his stocks.

"Um, excuse me... I would like to give my order now..."

"Huh? What order?" she even tilted her hear to match that ludicrous question, as if the prime of innocence was with her, but I was already sensing something... terrible.

"...Ms. Yamada, as much as I would like to entertain your disturbing joke, I would also want to enjoy my life-sustaining gelato if you don't mind." I said shaking.

"Oh, um, that... ehehehe! Well you see... I can't get your order right now."

Those words didn't sound right. Did she actually say she will not be serving my order of delicious, one of a kind, OUT OF THIS WORLD ICE-CREAM WHICH I EAT ONLY ONCE A WEEK? No, she would not say that, of course she wouldn't.

"Why?"

"...because... we're all out..."

"..."

Again, those words did register rightly. Surely, she can't be out... can she?

"What?"

I tried so much not to freak out, but I couldn't help myself from shaking with that unacceptable statement, even with the stifled smile. 'we're all out' she said, out of what? Morale? Mercy? Humanity? What is this world coming to without gelato? Why, of all things to be slapped on the face by reality, does it have to be this? Too much, it was simply too much...

"...but, that can't be..."

"I'm so sorry, Fujisaki-kun, there was a party in the park, and the folks just ran to me for almost a whole day's worth of stock. I reserved your favorites, but..."

She glanced at Rima who was just standing there, emotionless on the outset, but I could see the evil, sadistic sparkle in her eyes, confounding with a dark power she knows she has with that few scoops of delicious ice-cream in her possession.

"There, there, little boy... there's always next week." She said, patting my back. I felt a nerve in the back of my head pop.

"Well, at least your friend here made it out for you, right? Ehehehe!"

She continued to give that awfully faked laughter as she escapes by slowly lowering the grills of her stall. And with that, she's gone, leaving me here standing in my misery, with my queen victorious behind me, laughing perhaps in her head.

I laid on the ground, drained of all hopes to indulge in a once-in-a-while treat. How cruel can this life be, I thought. That luscious taste, that smooth flow of the masticated blob of sweet substance in my mouth, and the easy way it travels down my throat, leaving nothing but a craving to experience once again the taste and the texture as it dances on my tongue; oh, my gelato, the genius that has made you, thus giving me heaven, has deprived me today and has, thus, given me hell. Let me taste you once and I shall be consoled of all the hardships in life...

"Mmm... this is good..."

There's the best irony personified, licking her spoon clean, making sure I behold the movement of her tongue on that plastic utensil. An urge flared up inside of me, as a new dessert came to view. I stood up, then walked in front of her, eyes dazed all of a sudden, mouth parted slightly, looking at her.

"Can I have some?" I asked, when after the second spoon she still hasn't paid any attention to my drawn condition.

I took a few steps forward, but seeing me do this, she took a few steps back. We went like that for like a few more minutes, her eating sadistically slow, me attempting to reach her but always failing.

"Can I have some... please." I asked again, this time emphasizing the word of courteous, civilized begging.

At last I manage to make her look at me, at least look at me. But there's no mercy in those eyes, no sir. The smile is all but deception for the devious intent, and soon enough, I found myself desperate, as she completes the entire two scoops, leaving the chocolate.

"Oh, come on, just one spoon!" I whined.

She turned away from me and walked towards a grassfield, where she faced me again, and then sat, her skirt fluttering in the process, allowing me a glimpse of every boy's fantasy. She motioned with her finger for me to approach, the cup in her hand elevated just behind her head, and face laden with an unusually, lusty smile. What is she up to? No matter, she's making me do as she pleases so that I'll have the ice-cream for the reward. I best work fast before it melts.

I walked towards her and knelt just between her slightly open legs.

"Would you like some ice-cream... Na-gi-hi-ko?" each syllable she spoke made her lips shape change, and the slow pace by which she said them denied all traces of her innocent countenance.

"Yes, mam, I do."

"Very well, sit properly."

I immediately responded but taking the slavish pose of readiness in tact, with my butt cushioned by my heels and my hands on the ground.

"Good boy..." her whispering voice almost melted my ear as she said so close to me I felt like exploding. As my nostrils caught a waft of her breath I somehow sensed something... unusual about it. Nevertheless, having a girl crawl towards and straddling my waist I could hardly process any idea other than the wide variety of activities this provocative position could lead us to.

Rima pulled my arm, her hand walking its length until it reached my fingers. She took the point and middle finger together, dipped it in the cup of treat. The cold sensation made my chest arch, allowing me to feel her soft breast momentarily. All I could do was blink and blush, this was so unlike Rima, but it was also unlike me to inquire for such an odd behavior.

But the sultry acts were turning me on, that I had to admit at least, and it rendered me incapable of depriving her of whatever it is she seemed to want to do to me.

The slimy, stickiness on my finger felt so weird, but we boys are not foreign to anything that feels slimy. I was about to bring up how funny she had been acting, but I was cut short when she suddenly put those two fingers in her mouth, and began bobbing her head... and moaning all of a sudden. Should my finger move even for a little bit I knew I'll be doing some pain in her mouth. As if the bobbing motion coupled by the sweet, soft moans weren't enough, she still had the idea of sucking on the tip, sucking it real hard I felt blood rushing to them... but I guess that was what she wanted. Her eyes were closed to all these, is if she had something else in mind as she did it, and the blush confirmed this.

After the sucking, came the licking, her tongue traveling from my palm to the tip of my middle finger, repeating the process for some time, until she started sucking on it again.

My heart- it was beating so fast I didn't even recognize that the cold was actually from the sweat oozing out of me. I could feel the heat on my face and on all over my body, especially on places I didn't want her to feel, at least not yet.

"Rima..." I whispered, then I realized I was also breathing like I was being chased... or was chasing something.

The haziness in her eyes as they opened startled me a bit, like she was possessed by something... something I was learning to appreciate until she stopped sucking on those darn, lucky fingers and placed my palm on her face.

"You know, Nagi, I really love your flavor. Care to taste mine?"

In my head I was being consumed by two forces I couldn't understand as I stared at her, tempting me with those licks of hers on my palm, waiting for my ascent to her invitation. What's happening to us... we may be lovers in heat, but we also have class. We would never do something like this in the park, let alone through the intervention of ice-cream. The ice-cream... the party earlier... the pieces are all scattered in my head, and the sight of her inching closer towards me made it so difficulty to put them all together.

So I just gave in.

"Yes... yes I want to taste you... Rima..." I said, breathing still heavily and sounding so addicted. This... this isn't me at all...

"Good."

She dipped her finger on the cup, coating it with a thick amount, then placed it in her mouth... or more specifically, she stuck out her tongue and layered the ice-cream on it's wiggly form. Indeed I wanted to taste her so badly.

"Please... I... want... some... ice-cream..."

Her stingy-ness perhaps has vanished. The feeling of her hand suddenly laying on my face, pulling me in a very messy kiss, and the wonderful chocolate taste slaying my tongue with hers... ah... my mind just got more blurry as the kiss went deeper and deeper, as her tongue went in and out our mouths more aggressively than usual. It felt like I was being eaten up, the total opposite of our first make out. The slimy feeling inside got a little timid moments later, as if telling me it's my turn. Truly it was, and in that instant I pulled her spread legs deeper, like I wanted her to feel something on me, or that I wanted to feel something on her. I didn't know why, but she seemed to react rather favorably, as her hips seemed to have taken a certain motion pattern I couldn't quite make out.

The ice-cream cup was laid on the ground, for her craving required both hands to meddle with my hair like she usually does. At least this I know for sure is Rima's habit; I don't know if she'd be fine if I cut it, I know I wouldn't but my preference doesn't matter as much as her happiness in toying with me.

My eyes, despite of our faces lashing on each other, caught t a glimpse of the cup, and my consciousness went back to the previous deprivation of my weekly sustenance of delectable gelato. I'm having my share, I'm satisfying my cravings, and I'm going to have Rima for such flavor.

My hand escaped her flawless legs and took a hand-full of the remaining scoop of chocolate. With as much grace as my dazed mindset could muster I began rubbing the gathered slob on her neck, around her face, and finally down close to her breast. I was surprised to receive no reaction... I suppose she was too preoccupied with how the kiss was getting hotter and heavier by the second.

Our lips parted, and I began licking all over her, and her complaints were sent via a most wonderful moan. I cherish that sound, something I wish only I could coax out of her, a sound very much heating me up. But it didn't end there. The flavor of the chocolate got better every time my mouth would move around, and every time her voice would find its way in my ear. Every time she would make a sound her upper body would tense up, following the activity of the lungs for some air. I would feel the softness of her breast turn firm beneath her clothe but with her falling back I couldn't savor the experience. The kisses and licks turned more aggressive, hence the sounds from her lips intensified to the Nth degree.

"Agh... N-agi... ugh..."

I was running my hand on her back, somehow successfully maneuvered through the layer of clothing. Her skin feels so nice and warm, so smooth and soft it seemed like I was abusing it by a simple rubbing motion.

On a spot by her neck I began sucking on her skin; I don't really understand what she felt, but it almost seemed like the sound she was making turned into a yelp for a split second. I like it, though, so I continued, until her grasp of my head became more painful. I wouldn't have mind, until she began moving rather oddly. Our hips started grinding on each other, first sideways, then up and down. I was completely disturbed, and with that...

"Wait... Rima!"

I pulled away... even though my ill-gotten disposition didn't want to... even though I wanted to eat her up some more... even though I felt so good with how her hips were moving, and her legs behind me pushing me to mesh on her body... even though I wanted so much more... I had to stop, because it somehow felt wrong... and I knew something was indeed wrong.

I took hold of her shoulders to study her entirely... Rima; her eyes were foggy, as if in a trance, and her lips were smiling lazily, saliva traveling beside them. The blush on her cheeks would've completed the cute factor, if only she wasn't half conscious.

"Nagi... I... love... you..."

She passed out, even before I could do anything else.

"I'm really sorry, Fujisaki-kun, I forgot to tell you..."

"I told you, it's fine... besides, it wasn't all that bad. I'd even say it was more good than bad."

"Eh?"

"Never mind... Anyway, alcohol, in an ice-cream recipe? What were you thinking, Ms. Yamada?" I asked, smiling.

"The party I mentioned earlier, it was an adult party, some gathering of businessmen wanting some good time."

Rima stirred behind me, allowing me to shift her weight on me in a less straining condition. It's somehow surprising how light she can be, considering her appearance. Perhaps she's more conscious of her weight than I thought. But she's still pretty cute, and the memory of her lusty form lingered in my head like a memorable first time of dancing experience. Her scent somehow got mystified by the mixture of sweat and cream, a bit of nauseating smell for a commoner, but as her knight and her worshipper nothing could smell more wonderful for me... add the fact that her shampoo lasts with such an intoxicating scent anyone could be lured.

"Well, thank you for walking with us. I think we'll just call a cab." I said, facing her.

"You're very welcome, and again I'm really sorry. Can I still expect you next week? I promise to definitely save some of those ice-cream you love so much!" she said.

"Sorry, can't make it next week. I'll be having a party with my friends... and, I have something important to do."

"Really? You're not mad for getting you both drunk, are you?"

"I told you, it's ok. I would even thank you for that mistake, if it wouldn't make me sound so perverted. Anyway, I promise to come the week after, so please do reserve me and my queen here our preferred flavors."

"Alright, I will."

I checked my wallet before entering the cab she most generously called for us, making sure I had enough money to pay the driver.

In the cab, her head lying on my lap began moving a bit. She shifted and ended up facing up towards me.

"My head hurts." She said with her eyes still closed.

I kissed her forehead.

"Mine too."

"What happened?"

"Ugh… I'll tell you some other time. You just go get some sleep."

"Ok… Nagi?"

"Yeah?"

"…thanks for the ice-cream."

"Sure. Rima?"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"…no…"

"Why?" I asked, a bit taken aback.

"Coz you stopped when you were supposed to get to the good part."

end of chapter 5