Yeah, late update, and when i say late, i mean a year's worth late... sorry about that...
anyway, here's chapter 6 for your reading pleasure.
I don't own Shugo Chara
Chapter 6: Trust
I looked at her as if she was out of her mind. And frankly, I was beginning to think that she really was. Despite the seriousness of her face, I couldn't change the blank, stoic expression in mine. It took me about half my strength to carry her from the park, to the taxi – the other half focusing on my pathetic self-control, for my beloved girlfriend had a weird aftermath of liquor heat scattered around her unconscious body, making her squirm and create such lewd moans and gasps lying on my lap, while I was praying for some divine intervention not to turn me into some perverted lolicon and molest her right then and there.
She regained consciousness a few minutes before we reached our house, at which point my head was already throbbing horribly. I felt really hot myself, and it didn't help that I was beginning to think sexually of Rima's unkempt appearance as she tried to shake away sleep, with her half open shirt showing me a glimpse of what delights hidden there. I didn't open it, by the way, she did… while she was unconscious… making lewd noises…
"Rima, we can't ok?" I said, rubbing my head.
The stubborn, spoiled girl just crossed her arms – a clear indication that any further argument would be futile. Normally I would be contemplating on how cute she looked despite her aggression, sadly my mind was accommodating very little. Futile or not, I would be arguing, because it simply won't be happening.
"I'm not getting in there with you, Rima." I said strongly, feeling the pain on my temple sear deeper with that volume.
"Yes you are…" she said, and you'd be amazed how much authority was carried in that small voice.
"Do you even understand what you're asking?"
"Yes I do. What I don't understand is why you're refusing to do it."
I opened the fridge and took out a pack of ice, pressed it on my temple, and raised an already creased eyebrow at her.
"Because it's one thing to see you naked, Rima, and seeing EACH OTHER naked, whilst in the bathroom is another. Not to mention, neither of us is completely sober at the moment."
"I am." She quickly and sweetly remarked, "My boyfriend gave me a piggyback ride and I took a nice nap on his lap. I think it's safe to say I've pretty much worn down the effect of the rum."
"You have, but I haven't."
I didn't bother considering a possible response. I just pulled out a chair, leaned back, and pressed the ice harder. It felt nice at first, but now the pain was culminating at the back. What little brain cells I was able to burn amidst this pain suggested that Rima had finally dropped her flag down. Unfortunately, it wasn't burning in the right direction, albeit the silence between us would have suggested that.
She was merely looking down at me, standing straight and thoughtful, arms still crossed, that damn shirt still partly open (half-way throughs are no good, so she should either tore the clothes off, or button it up – I highly suggest the first option).
It was consoling to note that the dominant, 'I get what I want' princess wasn't the person standing before me, but if memory serves, she actually becomes worse when she lets that creative thicket of hers running.
"Did you get hard when you saw me naked?" she asked nonchalantly.
Not exactly the right question for a girl of her age and for a story of this rating. It took a little while before I was able to process that, after which I blushed and simply looked away. I may be able to play my words, but my male bodily reactions won't be able to lie. 'Yes' would be the obvious answer. At first it was easy to convince myself that it was solely for Rima's sake that I was doing that, until I realized how deep her nudity was stamped in my mind that I could see it when I close my eyes, and I imagine it when I open them.
That wouldn't have been a problem either, if she didn't create chaos on my sheets during specific early mornings. I do believe I have enough testimony about my gender.
"You did?" she pushed the question, perhaps noticing my reaction.
I ignored the curious glitter in her eyes, and gave her a fouled out face, "That's not something you ask out of decency!" I said, standing up and walking closer to the windows to catch the breeze.
"Isn't that normal for guys?"
"That's not the point!" my look turned into a fierce glare when I felt the ice was no longer helping, and when the momentum of her questions were increasing.
"Tch… It was just a simple question… why are you getting so worked up about it?" she asked, utilizing the pouting lips technique.
"Why?" I stomped my ways towards her after throwing the bag of ice on the floor. She stiffened a bit when I came, perhaps unprepared for my sudden advance.
"Because of this," I pulled her shirt to a close, "and this," tugged her skirt down to further cover her legs, "and this." And finally cleared her face free of tangled bangs.
I ended it with the most sinister glare I could muster, hoping she'd get the whole message. That expression she was giving me, stuck between a victim and a child denied of candy, I would have killed myself for having caused that out of her, but she needs to know about things boys simply cannot do – one of which is to risk doing things to their precious girl.
The glare didn't last long. I couldn't let it, even though I didn't even really mean it. My mind had a little over a quarter of rationality left, the rest of which are all dried up or still under the drunken urge to pounce on her. I just can't put up much pretense with her anymore.
"If you don't take a bath with me, I'm breaking up with you." She suddenly said, just when I was about to prepare the bathroom for her.
My head popped out of the glass, sliding door and looked at her, still in disbelief of what I heard.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You heard me." She continued, "Unless you take a bath with me, I'm breaking up with you."
Perhaps I've used all my sanity along with the withering capacity to think. She cannot be saying that to me, she simply can't. Not because she doesn't have the right to, but because the premise is simply outrageous. This sucks.
I tried to reason out with her, hopefully shed a new reality about a naked boy and a naked girl in the bathroom, the former of which has too much hormones running in his rather effeminate being, the being which is diminishing in femininity and increasing in a sexually driven, perverted masculinity. Ok, too much thought in that split second.
"Rima, I don't think…" I tried to begin my rationale, but she immediately cut me off.
"I'm not going to argue anymore. It'll be your decision." She said, coldly this time, with very little intention of giving me room to speak.
Had I been given the opportunity to do so, I still wouldn't have been able to, for before I could come up with a more profound explanation for the consequences of her request, she started removing her clothes, one piece at a time, slowly, intimately, eyes glued on me as if she wanted me to see. My own eyes had no intentions of going, however, as her incredibly petite and incredibly creamy body became bare for me to behold once again.
Everything was as exactly as I remembered it. Except now, she was standing. A few weeks ago, she was sitting timidly on the grass, so I kind of missed out on some details. Like the exquisite way her hips curve down to her flawless, short thighs, or how her hair was actually longer now than they were a year ago when we first met. They flow in very definitive gold waves, reaching down to her knee and, as if in some sort of terrible tease, covering her chest, which at this point I still couldn't bring to call breasts. That didn't stop me from staring at them though.
She passed by me, walking elegantly and making it look like she was born to walk without clothes, but not before tapping my chin up to close my gapping mouth.
"I'll prepare the water." She whispered, leaving me behind.
Her feet left the scattered clothes on the floor, which I know I will be picking up later. As the warmth of her body moved from my side to diminish, my body moved as well, unwilling to lose sight of her – I then beheld her alluring, mesmerizing back… her naked back. That was like a signature move to finish me off.
I love her so much I'm beginning to hate her for it, and now she even knows she can shut my brain down simply by stripping.
"Darn it!" I yelled, letting her hear my current level of frustration.
There was no helping it. I couldn't take the chance of her taking this too seriously and really breaking up with me. I also didn't have enough juice up my usual stack of charms to convince her that this is too risky.
With so much grumbling and groaning, I began roughly tearing away my own clothes, purposely throwing each shed piece in different directions to make a big mess of things. The patience meter has broken, but luckily she won't be making any request anymore. Knowing her, she'd feel tired all over again after a nice bath and just call for a light's out. Well, hopefully, that will be the case.
Standing butt naked in the hall way felt so awkward, but I wanted to get things over with. Also, I wanted her to know that putting our relationship on the line was a bit over the tolerable means of getting what she wants.
With a towel finally around my waist I bravely shot the door open, hoping to make an entrance that will tame her. Unfortunately, as the misty room finally cleared up of profuse excess of moist from the prepared hot water, I felt like I was the one intimidated at what I saw. Rima was sitting on a tiny wooden stool, face slightly flustered because of the heat. She was busy tying up her hair to make the upcoming tasks simpler.
Thankfully, she was merciful enough to have a towel cover her front. Although judging by the fabric and the way it seemed to embrace her body so nicely, I doubt it will keep on serving its purpose of preventing triggers in my imagination. Still, at this point, it will do the trick.
My angered face crumpled up more despite that consolation. I wanted her to know how angry I am at the moment. I stomped my way towards her like a brat in tantrum and placed hand on my hips, waiting for her to acknowledge my presence. Yes, Rima, I am here, and I am angry.
"Let's get this over with." I said bravely, my usually girly voice turning darker all of a sudden. I felt proud of myself for being able to muster that up.
But all that effort, all that tolerance of this damn headache, suddenly fell into nothing, when she stood up, and then smiled at me. No, not the usual smile, a killer one, the one wherein everything else will go blank just by looking at it, the kind of smile where in her lips just slightly move up, her cheeks puff up a bit, her eyes curve gently and her entire features brighten.
Right then and there, all my anger vanished. This is so unfair.
"I was afraid you wouldn't come." She whispered.
I felt my blush level reach a new height. I should be used to this by now – her smile, her scent, her body – but I guess being worn out means I still am not.
"I… I just didn't want it to be over between us." I said, averting my eyes lest my resolve to scold her later on disappear.
"I know…"
The way she tucked a strands of her hair behind her ear was a real heartstopper. I don't ever want anyone else to see her do that, and I took a mental note to remind her later. Maybe after I scold her.
For now, we busied ourselves unto descent bathing, backs turned against each other, peaceful, yet awkward in silence. At least I felt awkward. I had no intentions of making a conversation with her, because I know I'd feel all gooey inside again and forget to give her a reprimanding piece of my mind.
"I heard Kukai-senpai had tickets to the Tokyo Nationals." She suddenly said.
I was busy lathering my arm with soap when she said that. I stopped, unable to restrain an attentive ear, but continued with the bathing as if what she said was none of my concern – even though my mind was drooling at the concept of having front row seats.
"Utau-nesan gave me her email. She thought you'd be interested."
Hell yeah, but no… I'm mad right now, really mad. Keep it together, Nagi! You can be mad at Rima, even for one pathetic night, you CAN be mad at her.
"Maybe the four of us can watch the game, then have dinner out, probably part ways with our seniors halfway through so it'll just be the two of us."
The candle-lit room, a fine restaurant, me, and her, maybe I can request a troop of musicians to play some music while I hold her hand, whisper stuff that'll make her blush and… no, NO! I won't fall for this.
I lifted a bucket filled with water and poured it over my head to completely rinse myself. My body felt tense. It may not have been a good idea to take a bath when some of my muscles were already aching. By consolation, the warm water was able to extinguish the headache completely.
"Are you really not going to talk to me?" she asked.
I placed the bucket down beside me, and felt the trickles of water cascade down my skin. I still didn't answer, probably because I was thinking. A sudden debate sprung up in my head as to whether I should just let this slide and indulge willingly, or keep up the play and make her feel guilty.
Another few minutes pass by and my body was starting to feel a bit jittery because of the lack of heat. So I took another bucket of warm water and splash it on myself. This silent treatment was also eating up my heart. Making her feel guilty is no fun at all, because I was feeling horrible about it as well. Besides, this isn't so bad. If she wanted to take a bath like this, then I guess it's ok. It's like a regular mixed hotspring.
Just when I felt like finally speaking, I felt soft hands suddenly land on my shoulder. They were so small, so delicate, but they were also willful, capable, and willing to do more than what can easily be done – they were so much like Rima herself.
"It's not fair…" I mumbled.
"What is?" she asked.
"This… this is not fair at all."
I didn't know if she understood where I was getting at. If she did, she didn't press on with the subject. But she did press her hand on my shoulder, and then squeezed the tense muscles firmly. I groaned with that sudden pressure, feeling a pinchy sensation weigh me down, but strangely enough, I also felt a doze of relief.
All of a sudden, the room became filled with a wonderful, flowery aroma. It was a subtle scent, but it made my head turn in search for the source. And then I caught Rima, still with that towel covering her. She was already fresh, and clean, and smiling at me beautifully like she always does when we're alone. There was a bottle of therapeutic oil beside her, and she was rubbing her hands together.
"I'll try to make this quick," she told me, "I don't want you to catch a cold."
She then forced me to look ahead with a hand guiding my neck. Said hand was warm, so warm my skin felt like melting. And it was soothing, especially when she started massaging my shoulders with it again again.
"…ugh… that feels good…" I said.
"Careful with the moans, Nagi. You might turn me on." She told me in a sly manner.
That forced my head to turn again and look at her. She was smiling down at with an uncharacteristic humor.
"That better be joke." I warned her.
"Who knows… are you going to risk it?"
It was my turn to drop the subject. For certain, I still didn't want this situation, but clearly she had plans when she invited me here. Her hand continued to glide all over my body and for a brief moment I suddenly felt scared about the prospect of growing a tail for her to behold. But then her hands, gaining a sudden strength, travelled up further back to my neck, then to my hair in which she commented.
"Geez, Nagi, don't you know how to care for your hair, do you?"
No reasonable word was generating in my head to argue with that. The way her hand was scrapping through my scalp and running firmly down my long hair seemed to be turning off a portion of my thinking. It even seemed I was about to lose consciousness at the way she was making me feel so good, but my sense of awareness was not diminishing at all. Everything about her I could perceive, even without looking at her. The shampoo she just used was the one I gave her last month – it was the minty, gentle scent that speaks her personality. Her heartbeat was gleaming music to my ear – the way it skips tells me she was also excited, but not in a perverted way.
"You're right. It's really not fair." She began to say, fingers molding on my forehead, causing my vision to temporarily diminish, "You're always taking care of me, and you never give me a chance to do the same for you."
"Rima…" was all I could whisper. All the stress and weariness in my body was slipping pass the window without me knowing. She continued to manipulate the muscles on my arms. That part greatly weakened me, because I haven't noticed until then that I was really tired on that part.
Her hands continued to glide down my arms slowly, and then began to move up while occasionally squeezing a handful of my flesh. I could hardly do anything, especially not with how firm her body was pressed on my. She then focused on my shoulders again, while her face leaning on the back of my head.
"I know you're a boy, Nagi, and I also know what it means."
The warmth of her breath tickling my ear made me shudder. Then it hit me…
"I also know you're more than just a boy." She continued to speak, but I was slightly worried inside. This was the kind of situation I was trying to avoid, the scenario that I know would not have a very good ending.
But nothing was happening. Yes, the way she continued to massage my shoulder and how she nibbled at my ear was arousing, but… it didn't seem like my body was responding sexually.
"You're MY boy, and I know you will never hurt me… at least, not in a way I would not enjoy." She said, the latter part rather annoyingly considered, because I know she said that for the sole purpose of teasing me.
My lack of strength and the stimulation she was giving was mixing well to my advantage. I realized then that I was simply too tired to be perverted, plus her hand sending away the stress of my muscles was somehow giving me clarity of mind. I felt a thumb press on the middle of my back and firmly crawl up, forcing my body to arch and my lips to moan.
"Ughh…." I didn't bother thinking if she was really getting turned on with my moans. I just had to let that out, otherwise I'd pass out.
Her other hand was roaming around my body, and seemed to have taken a liking on my chest.
"Sports and dancing are a great combination, I see. But just for the record, I don't anyone else seeing this wonderful chest and amazing abs of yours, am I clear?" she ordered, something similar to what I wanted to say earlier.
"Yeah, okay…" I said, giving her a drunken smile.
So she found my chest wonderful and my abs amazing? Okay, note to self this time – increase workout timeframe and traditional Japanese style practice. I guess being graceful in different dances has made me leaner than I thought.
I felt so smug, and suddenly felt so confident. I took a bold turn and pulled her to me. It was a difficult feat, especially with a pair of arms still languid from her touches, but I pulled it off. She gave a yelp with the unexpected move but didn't show any sign of protests. Even if she did, I wouldn't back away, not when I already know she craves for me the way I crave for her, and that she trusts me, more than I can trust myself with her.
"Tough guy," she playfully pointed out, "your arms are shaking."
"Yes mam," I answered, "but I still have enough juice to manage this."
I then pulled her into a searing kiss, one wherein we didn't have to build any momentum. She made disagreeing sounds at first, but she gave in, and allowed my tongue access in her mouth. We turned our heads to all sorts of direction to mix the rhythm of the kiss in all possible flavors. As always, I slightly pulled away just so I can see how flustered she was, and to admire the cute way she sticks out her tongue after the kiss.
Her body began to shake as well. I know I couldn't keep this up for long, for surely this steamy bathroom will make us faint out of excitement, so I pushed it one last time. With her tongue still sticking out and her lung still slightly struggling for air, I took hold of the frame of her face and began gliding my tongue on hers. She groaned and moaned at the seemingly pointless, yet also exciting approach, but she didn't go against it, because she knows I always love this part.
After another crashing of lips, we finally decided we had enough.
"You wanna know something else that isn't fair?" she asked between heavy breaths, leaning her head on my welcoming, bare chest.
"What?"
"The fact that you know I could never, ever, break up with you."
Her words caused my heart to suddenly jump, but I tried to stay calm, and simply stroke her still damp hair.
"What… what do you mean?"
"If you didn't enter the bathroom, Nagi, I would have died. I can't bear to think about it. I was even thinking of a way to try and make up with you without too much embarrassment, to tell you I didn't really mean it, and that I simply can't live without you."
"Wow… is that from a song?" I playfully teased.
"Shut up…" she said, rubbing her face on my chest to avoid the humiliation. This same childish act of hers made me snicker.
"I guess that's one less weapon for you."
"…yeah, I guess so." She answered.
"Hey," I gently pushed her away and stared at her eyes deeply. I successfully provoked a blush, only to realize the way I was holding was making me red as well. But I ignored all that, and gave her a soft, simple, yet meaningful kiss.
"I love you," I whispered afterwards. "And I will never, ever, leave you. Even if it means I have to risk a few things. I was just scared about how I could…"
She silenced me with a finger before I could dive further into that thought.
"I love you too, Nagi, and that means I also love the perverted side of you." She said, her words further deepening the redness of my face, "Like I said, I know what you're going through. In time, we'll learn to live with these things. Probably even enjoy ourselves with them. For now, let's dry up."
"Yeah… feeling a bit chilly too."
I stood up and proudly offered a hand. She knew very well I wasn't at full, balanced strength, so she pulled said hand with unnecessary force, making me stumble a bit. She was able to get up without hassle, and skipped outside to escape my vengeful rant. Her giggles filled the bathroom door after that, and we soon found ourselves comfy and clean in a set of pj's.
She got in a pair of fresh, new underwear I found in my cousin's room. It fit her fine, and she didn't have qualms wearing them, so long as they haven't been used before. As for the pajama, she was wearing the ones I used to wear when I was ten, but I wouldn't dare tell her that. I just said they were also my cousin's.
I was planning to entertain her a bit with some card games or a movie, but the moment my body landed on the bed, I just couldn't move an inch anymore. The refreshing bath and wonderful massage courtesy of my girlfriend synced my body into a need for rest, otherwise, I thought, I would be feeling heavy tomorrow.
Rima crawled under the covers and snuggled on me, perhaps also feeling sleepy as well. I placed a possessive hand around her and pulled her closer. She responded by rubbing her face on my side.
The afterscent of the oil she used was relaxing my mind and ushering me further into slumber. I whispered a soft 'goodnight' to her, and finally closed my eyes.
It wasn't even a full hour passing, when I was forced to open them again. All traces of sleep suddenly vanished as an urgent and critically relevant feeling suddenly came to my body.
I looked down and saw Rima sitting on top of me.
"Nagi… remember when I told you your moans were… turning me on?" she asked, lingering with embarrassment on the later part.
"Uh, yeah?"
"Well, you see… I can't sleep."
end of chapter 6... hope you enjoyed that... (^_^)