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Chapter FOUR now comes to the stage!
I thank you for your patience~
Chapter Four: The Weekend Surprise
The rest of the week went by with many more awkward moments between Richter and Emil. One time, when they both reached for the door knob for the bathroom door, Richter's hand seemed to place itself right on top of Emil's petite one. Emil, of course, immediately turned pink. Richter, on the other hand, seemed emotionless as he quickly let go, muttering a small something before the blonde dashed into the bathroom.
At the long last, the first weekend of the school year arrived. For Emil, this was great. He did the homework, but it wasn't really the easiest thing for him to do. The red haired man considered it pure torture. Why? Well, it's a pretty simple answer.
"Oh, Richter~," called a girl outside the boys' dormitories, "I have a date planned for us today! Come on out so we can discuss our schedule for today!"
Richter groaned, turned around on his bed, and looked at the clock. The red digital numbers glared at him, saying the time was 6:30am.
So early… Who seriously gets up this early on a weekend!
"Riiiichteeerrr~~~" Aqua called out again, earning some waking movements from the opposite bed.
Emil was still wearing that blasted nightgown. If shopping was on Aqua's agenda, which it probably was, he was definitely going out to buy a proper boy's sleepwear. The poor man was going to crack with that girly dress. It had way too many frills, making the boy look excessively feminine.
Richter slowly and reluctantly got up from his warm bed, went to the window, and threw the girl an angry glare. But with his crazy bed hair, Aqua simply giggled and pointed to her head to indicate the fact that his hair was a complete mess. He angrily shut the window and stormed into the bathroom.
The slam of the bathroom door finally woke the sleeping beauty, startling him awake. Wondering if it was the window, Emil got up and looked outside. There was a girl with blue hair standing on the sidewalk, holding a scroll of some sort. Her blue hair was tied into a low ponytail, the hair splitting at the very end making it look more like a fish tail. She wore a white dress with spaghetti straps, the skirt forming a bell-like shape, the edges decorated with frills.
She looked up at the window, making eye contact with Emil. At first she seemed startled, angry, and then furious. If looks could kill, Emil would already be dead. Frightened, he stepped away from the window and sat back down on his bed. He didn't do anything wrong, did he? He never even saw the girl before, so why would she be so furious with him?
As he puzzled over this, Richter exited the bathroom, his red mane tamed by the brush. Looking at Emil, he was taken by surprise; that dress was riding up way too high for comfort. He quickly looked away, trying to avoid a cold shower.
"Your underwear is showing."
"W-What!" squeaked Emil as he was snapped out of his thoughts to pull down his nightgown. His face was not just pink, but a nice rose red as he fidgeted with the frills at the end of his sleeves.
Another awkward silence hung in the air as Richter grabbed some clothes to change into.
"You can go back to sleep," said Richter with a hint of gentleness, "I just have some issues I need to deal with."
Emil nodded, still a bit drowsy, but his curiosity peaked as his eyes wandered to the clock.
"W-Where do you have to go so early? I-It's the weekend," he inquired, tilting his head oh-so subtly to the side.
Richter inwardly gulped, staring at the cuteness before him, but he quickly turned around.
This guy either needs a haircut or new nightwear, thought the man with a small blush quickly making its way to his cheeks.
"Just somewhere, so go back to sleep," Richter replied with no evidence that he was shaken at all.
"O-Oh…," said Emil with his expression falling a bit due to disappointment.
"…I'll be back by tonight, so don't worry," said Richter with that same gentleness in his voice, "See you later."
"B-Be safe!" Emil said before the door closed with a click.
After a few moments of silence, Emil decided that he couldn't fall asleep; he was too embarrassed about the underwear thing. He opened the window to feel the cool breeze to calm him down a bit. When he looked down, he saw Richter, dressed in a casual black tee with baggy jeans, with the girl who glared at him earlier.
She was clinging to Richter's arm.
A sudden feeling of hurt washed over Emil as the girl then leaned her head on his shoulder. He couldn't see anything else after that because they walked behind the wall circling the school.
Floods of questions rolled around in his mind: Why was Richter going out with this girl so early? Did Richter have something special with this girl? Was he dating that girl? Why was he thinking so hard about this in the first place? Why was he acting like a jealous girl?
Questions, questions, questions.
Steadily getting frustrated, the cold breeze not helping him at all, he closed the window and got changed. He was going to follow them and see for himself.
dOoOb
Richter looked over his shoulder again. This was the third time he felt like someone was watching him. It was starting to get on his nerves.
"Come on, Richter! Quit stalling! We need to find the perfect 'gift' for Tenebonehead. He's gotta start wishing he was never born! It has to be perfect," said Aqua, dragging poor Richter along by the arm, gazing through the windows of the street's practical joke shops.
"And this is what you consider a date, huh?" said Richter in a monotone way, freeing himself from the girl's grasp for the millionth time, "Why would you drag me here to do your pointless revenge case? I could have gotten some decent sleep if you didn't wake me up."
"Oh, Richter, just spending time with you is a date~ In fact, everyday at school is like a date for me!" said Aqua, turning away from the shops awhile to smile pleasantly at the still-grumpy Richter, "Besides, it's not good for you if you sleep too much."
Richter resisted rolling his eyes. This girl was a nutcase. At least in his opinion.
Stopping at a local café, they sat down to refresh themselves with a few drinks. Aqua was happily drinking the special of the day: Ocean Water. Richter was content with a cup of ice water.
"So…,"Aqua started, her expression suddenly turning serious, "Who was that girl in your room?"
"What!"
dOoOb
Emil, disguised as a girl wearing a floral print summer dress (complete with sunglasses), was sitting behind them, sipping on a strawberry shake. He found the dress in his suitcase, so that was convenient, but the kids back home probably put it in as a prank.
Girl…?, Emil wondered, Richter didn't bring any girls into the room…
"Don't lie to me, Richter!" exclaimed the blue-haired girl who was starting to bring a few stares in her direction, "I know what I saw! She was wearing a white nightgown! It even had frills!"
Oooohhh…, Emil thought, that's why she was glaring at me.
Richter, also realizing who she was talking about, tried to explain, but the girl just wouldn't let him; she was too immersed in her rage.
"Listen, let me explain – "
"There's nothing to explain, Richter! I'm going home!"
With that final statement, she grabbed her shopping bags and stormed out of the café. He sighed, massaging his temples with his fingers. She left him with the bill, and this café wasn't the cheapest on the block. Placing a few bills on the table, he left and went to the cheapest clothing store he could find. He thought now was the perfect time for him to buy Emil a not-so-girly nightwear.
Emil quickly sipped down the rest of his drink, paid, and got up to follow Richter. It seems he got up too quickly, and he quickly lost his balance.
Emil started to fall, but was caught by a stranger.
"Be careful, miss," said the mysterious man. Emil's sunglasses slipped a little in his fall, giving him a clear view of how this stranger looked like.
The man was actually quite young, at most a senior in high school. His jet black hair was a mess, but somehow gave a sense of appeal to the ladies. He wore a semi-tight green t-shirt with the word "elements" printed across the front along with white sports shorts with blue stripes on the side. To complete the sporty look, he had white tennis shoes on his feet, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
"Miss, are you alright?" said the beautiful stranger and Emil quickly stumbled to his feet.
"I-I'm fine, t-thanks," replied Emil quietly, still a bit shocked from being rescued from such a beautiful boy, "I-I have to go."
Emil darted around the boy and made a beeline for the dorms, still embarrassed for tripping and almost falling in public.
"Strange…," muttered the athlete, scratching his head in confusion, "I know I've seen that face before…"
"C'mon, Sanders!" called the boy's friend, "We're gonna be late for practice!"
"Coming! Coming!" replied the boy, running towards his teammates.
"Y'know, Wolfe, you're going to get us in trouble someday, I just know it."
"Oh, I'm so hurt," Wolfe replied in a mock hurt tone.
"Why'd you join the silly Drama class anyway?" asked his peer, "It doesn't really look good if you play tennis and act at the same time, y'know."
"Shut up! I need this class to graduate, okay?"
"Fine, fine," said the friend, laughing at how defensive his friend became, "Did you see a cute girl at the café? Is that why you took so long?"
"I just thought she looked familiar, that's all," Wolfe said with a bit of agitation, "Looked like that guy, what was his name, Emil."
"Oh, that girly guy in your Drama class, right?" the friend said, "If I was gay, I'd date him."
"Just listen to yourself!" said Wolfe with horror at his friend, "You just said, 'If I was gay'!"
"What's wrong with that? You're gay yourself, aren't you?"
As the two friends went into a full blown argument, Richter, carrying the new pajamas for his roommate, was listening into their conversation when they mentioned Emil.
He would date him if he was gay!, repeated Richter in his mind, a bubble of jealousy slowly floating its way to his head, is Emil really that beautiful?
After thinking it over in his head, he decided, yes. It was fully possible for Emil to be beautiful enough to attract even men to his side. It had certainly worked with him.
Stop it, Richter, he scolded, you just admitted that the boy was beautiful. Stop it.
He rushed back to the dorms, trying to lessen the chance for him to think about these things, to find that the door to his room was open. It was only open a crack, but it was open. He was sure he had closed and locked the door when he left! But then again, Emil could have gone out and forget to shut the door.
He opened to door slowly, and what he found was not what he had expected at all.
On his bed was an angel, sleeping peacefully in the afternoon sun. But there were just a few problems. One, Emil shouldn't look like an angel to him. Two, Emil wasn't supposed to be sleeping on his bed. And three, why the hell is Emil wearing a friggin' flower dress!
Trying desperately to control himself, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and walked as quietly as possible to the bathroom door, placing his clothing gift on Emil's bed.
Unfortunately for Richter, due to his concentration on trying to be as quiet as possible and control himself from attacking Emil, he didn't notice the pair of sunglasses on the floor. The sunglasses (being incredibly sturdy), instead of breaking under Richter's weight, slipped on the wood flooring, making Richter fall towards his bed.
That was definitely not a good sign for Richter's control.
He caught himself just before landing on top of Emil, but the position they were in would lead to rumors. Richter's elbows were on either side of Emil's sleeping face, making Richter's face unbearably close to the sleeping angel's. Their bodies were so close that if one of them moved, they would rub against each other.
Definitely not good for Richter.
As if God was testing his self control, Emil moved a bit in his sleep, not only brushing against Richter's body, but exposing more skin on his neck.
That was it.
Richter had to do something. Anything! Anything to show that this boy under him was his, and only his. He hoped he wasn't going to do something he regretted.
He bent his head down to kiss Emil's exposed neck, placing gentle butterfly kisses along the soft skin, licking and sucking the area near the base of his neck. This earned him a moan from Emil.
He stopped for a moment, looking up too see if he woke Emil up. The blonde was still asleep, but aroused by Richter's actions on his neck.
Richter abandoned what he was doing on Emil's neck and went to his lips. He lowered his lips onto his in a short, but sweet kiss. Richter then kissed him again, this time with more passion and force.
It was after that kiss that Emil finally woke up.
"R-Richter," Emil began, reddening at their position, "what are you d-doing?" He squeaked on the last word as Richter lifted himself off of Emil, going straight to the bathroom.
Emil, left on the bed and still wearing the dress, was completely confused. He felt out of breath, and that dream he had…
Oh, no…, he thought as he looked down to the area between his legs. He crossed his legs in an attempt to cover up his arousal.
Richter, hurry up with the bathroom, please!
But Emil didn't know that Richter was dealing with the same problem…
Yes… DONE.
I'm starting to get into the bad habit of procrastination…
Written from 12:00am – 3:19am, so if there are any errors, I apologize.
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