Lovely
Note: It's very overwhelming to read all the reviews you shared… and I guess I already wasted so much time and made the Swirling Pendulum in a great HIATUS… Please spare me (hohohoho)… well let's cut the chase… I hope that you will like this next entry…
Pass 6 in the evening, and a beautiful girl wandered along the avenue. She went in a convenience store and after almost five minutes, she carried a bag of grocery. She preferred to walk to enjoy the night breeze before she reaches her destination. When she turned on the next street, she experienced sudden goose bumps. A girl can feel a sense of danger especially when you are walking in a street where there are only few people – strangers indeed. Although afraid to look who is her pursuers, she managed to distance herself on those men and identified that there are three men following her.
She starts to tremble, but panicking is not necessary at that time. The distance she created was inch by inch shortened because of her pursuers' long strides.
"Don't panic". She keeps mumbling to herself but the predators are getting closer.
She started to walk as fast as she can – almost running. She turned again on the next street thinking that it is the right way to lose those bad guys but she's wrong – she mistook the place and unfamiliar surroundings startled her. Too many boys and all of them looked on her direction. Because of her combined confidence and instinct, somehow she believed that there is someone waiting for her – coming for her aid. So she continued to walk – faking her composure – she can hear them murmur.
"Nice legs"
"Hey baby, what's your name?"
"How much?" and then followed with a chorus of laughter.
One guy attempted to place his arm over her shoulder but was stopped by another hand.
"Huh?" that guy – with well-built muscles - turned to his companion and continued to asked "Yours?"
"Don't touch her". A stable and deep tone of voice came which is very familiar to the girl. Within that second, the girl turned her attention to the man who is apparently close enough for her to smell his scent… and she felt relieved all of a sudden. After the guy warned his other companion, he placed his arm over the shoulders of the girl and he made her walk. Not that long, they reached a good place – near the port – where no one can see them.
"What are you doing, fucking classmate?" It is clear that Hiruma is really angry.
"Your friends followed me". Mamori started to explain, though she don't know why, she wants to ease the tense between her and Hiruma.
"They're not my fucking friends". Hiruma corrected with a rough tone, emphasizing that he don't mix on the group of fools. After a big sigh, Mamori continue her story.
"I thought that I can lose them if I will turn to the fourth street, but I didn't know that it is the specific place where you – I mean, those guys meet" Mamori definitely feels responsible for her own predicament.
And after a moment of silence.
"I'm really sorry. It –" Mamori's speech were suddenly interfered.
"It's okay. I just don't know why you are always engaged in trouble". Hiruma gave a serious look.
"Umm… wha-" at first Mamori felt irritated but then again realized the things that they have been through in the first few months "I don't know. But it's the trouble who always finds me". Mamori said and while still carrying her grocer items, she felt that her legs are getting stiffer and so she lean her back on the fence. Then she studied Hiruma. He is facing into the sea and the cold breeze of the night made Mamori shiver. Hiruma noticed the girl's sudden reaction to the cold and eventually their eyes meet. Instead of anger or annoyance, Hiruma suddenly searched for the right word – which he thought he already dumped out of his vocabulary.
They both heard footsteps against the hard cements and before Mamori could see those people who are approaching, Hiruma suddenly pinned Mamori on the fence. The tall and lean body of Hiruma covers Mamori which eventually appears that they are kissing. And her grocery bag suddenly fell.
Mamori is startled into Hiruma's sudden movement. But Mamori finally collected her senses and realized that Hiruma's hand is covering her mouth and in the back of his palm, his lips are pressed. His hand is warm, his breath is warm and his body against her made her cold suddenly disappear.
"It's relaxing". Mamori thought. She heard the fence made a sound which gives her an idea that Hiruma's left hand is grasping on the cold wires. The footsteps are getting closer and this made Mamori close her eyes.
"Whoo hoo! Way to go kids!" said a ma n passing by.
"Hey! I know one motel near this place, do other stuffs there" another man added.
"Yeah, better go there before someone else catch you making out!" the last man yelled and they all laugh in jolly. However, Hiruma did not let go of Mamori and acting like they were actually kissing as he move his head. Though the footsteps are slowly fainting, Hiruma took a look into Mamori's face. Even if the light does not entirely focus onto them, he can clearly see how lovely Mamori is.
"Yes, it is the right word" he thought.
After that those guys are gone, Hiruma removed his hand and Mamori started to breathe the cold air once more.
"I guess you're right, troubles are the one who keeps tailing on you" Hiruma whispered and Mamori smiled.
Hiruma took off his jacket and placed it over Mamori. The girl suddenly flustered with red taint on her cheeks.
"Thanks" she whispered and then she picked the bag from the ground. "What was that for?" she suddenly asked not knowing that Hiruma is staring on his left hand.
"Huh?" the only word that slipped through. It is new to him that he suddenly became absent-minded.
"I mean those guys" Mamori slowly approaching to the side of Hiruma "what pushed you to do that?"
"For your information, this place is the hub for sluts and those men are fucking drunkards?" Hiruma said while hearing this, Mamori suddenly became afraid. "If those bastards saw us, they might think that you are a slut and hunt you." He added a malicious grin.
"But-but how do you know?" Mamori asked again.
"Oh-their smell is very irritating. The reeking alcohol gives an itch to my nose". Hiruma said plainly.
"No. That this place is a hub for those girls". Mamori corrected her question. And upon hearing that, Hiruma suddenly caught off-guard.
"I just fucking heard". He said, avoiding her gaze but actually he is blushing and thinking of the various things that Mamori might think about him.
"Oh, I see". Mamori simply responded.
"Okay! Come 'on I'll walk you home". Hiruma abruptly offered, obviously changing the topic.
"But I'm going to Ayako-chan, to the Oak Street. We have a group study tonight." Mamori said.
"Group study or Pajama party?" Hiruma asked.
"Errr… both?" Mamori said in a shy tone.
"So what the girls do in Pajama party, huh?" Hiruma asked almost teasing.
"H-Hiruma-kun!" Mamori's face turned in a color of a tomato.
After that, Hiruma lead a way where they can avoid those guys (the people Mamori thought his friends) earlier.
"Aren't you feeling cold Hiruma-kun?" Mamori asked.
"Don't mind about me." Hiruma simply answered. They are walking side-by-side, no one leads and no one left behind.
"Hiruma-kun?"
"Ehh?"
"Tell me, what are you doing with those people?" Mamori asked out of curiosity.
"Now, you're getting nosy!" Hiruma said and he looked unto Mamori's face, her lips are pouting telling him that she is getting a little pissed.
"I'm there to play some poker and thanks to you, they already started without me". Hiruma said but it is obvious that there is no weight in his words.
"I told you, I'm sorry".
"Yeah yeah, whatever".
They both stopped in the front of Oak Street.
"Ayako-san's house is five houses away". Mamori informed "Are you sure you don't want to get in first?"
"Nah! I don't like rumors". Hiruma said and getting cautious.
"Okay!" Mamori took off the jacket and gave it Hiruma. "Thank you very much and goodnight Hiruma-kun". Mamori sealed her goodbye with a smile and then she turned around and hurriedly walks to Ayako's house. Hiruma is not accustomed in waving goodbyes and Mamori knows it well in a very short time, that idea made Hiruma smirk.
After pressing the doorbell twice, Ayako hurriedly came out. But before Mamori enter, she took a final look on the aisle of the Oak Street, "He's already gone" she thought.
"What is it, Anezaki-chan?" Ayako asked.
"Oh!,nothing". Mamori said and Ayako is asking various things about her being late yadda yadda…
On the other hand, Hiruma caught the last glance from Mamori before she entered in Ayako's house. Then he decided to go back to their lair. While walking he decided to put on his jacket and the sweet smell of Mamori stayed. After a couple of breathing through that jacket, he shoved and wore it.
He looked again on his left hand and remembered how it acted on its own.
Right after he covered Mamori's mouth, his left hand wants to hold her waist and travel across her torso. Good damn thing that he did not lose to the temptation and he ordered that hand to hold on those cold wire fences instead.
And then an image of Mamori, the moment where her eyes are shut, suddenly struck him. He smiled.
"What that word again?" He thought.
"Lovely, yeah fucking right". He whispered.
Meanwhile, Mamori find it hard to concentrate because of sudden trouble that bugs her mind.
"I know I felt it, though he covered my mouth, our upper lips touched. Which means, he is my first kiss?" She thought.
"Huh? are you okay?" Ayako asked but Mamori answered nothing.
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