Frappegurl777: HEhehehehe (for once, I can't stall you with my author notes.)

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Chapter 8

Ryuuzaki's distress

Ryuuzaki arrived at the Konoha beach club with the inseparable Light. (unless Misa or Ayame is around)

Where are they? Ryuuzaki looked around, the blinding rays of the sun hurt his dark-accustomed eyes.

"Hey Misa, where are you?"

"hm…alright…" (That's Light talking on his phone)

"Where are they?" Ryuuzaki repeated.

"Playing volleyball, I guess that horde there in the sands explains that."

Light pointed at a crowd of cheering fans and spectators of all ages. Even the old men seemed energized enough to forget about arthritis. They prefer younger girls.

Pedophiles…Ryuuzaki mentally noted.

They neared the crowd and found the nearest restaurant where Alan M was sitting doing the camera. Alan glanced at the approaching figures that were Light and Ryuuzaki.

"Hi, you must be…. Might?"

"No, it's Light." Light does like the sound of Might. Strength, power, he loves it.

"Whatever. So you're Misa's handsome boyfriend she keeps bragging about?"

"That wasn't really…official. Alan M?"

"Yes, that's me! Well, anyway, Misa and Ayame are right there. So, If you'll excuse me, I have recordings to do. Mwah!"

Light and Ryuuzaki stared at each other. Ryuuzaki shrugged speechless. He couldn't comment on anything. This was his first time to see a gay in person.

"Misa told me about him. He's Ayame's guardian and manager."

"I see…" Ryuuzaki stared at the anima figure of in front of him. Alan sat crossed-legged and confident. His make-up seemed to be tattooed and Ryuuzaki had a disturbing image of wiping it off to see if the creature was really a man. Though, he was quiet sure that the person was indeed too big and muscled to be a woman. The bony prominences of his chin and cheeks plus bulging Adam's apple proved it otherwise. Amazing people there are… the gay people.

Sitting there all mighty with tight chin and upright nose (it looked a little kinda weird and too tilted towards the left, must be a nose-job), like he was looking down at everyone.

"You stay here. I'll try to see how the girls are doing." Light said. Ryuuzaki nodded and Light went on and disappeared as he made his way into the crowd of people.

"Alright…" Ryuuzaki placed his hands on his pockets, still wondering and staring at Alan M. He does it so often, it was becoming a hobby. Alan M noticed this and stared back at Ryuuzaki. Ryuuzaki flinched slightly at the gesture. Being stared back like that, he wasn't so used to.

"Excuse me. But do you mind?" Alan M fluttered his fake-lashes at Ryuuzaki eyeing him intensely. "Do you like, like me??" Alan M said through clenched teethed. It was clear that he got the wrong idea.

"Sorry. It's nothing like that." Ryuuzaki wobbled his hand in protest, imaginarily dispersing the cloud of misinterpretation that Alan M brought up.

I'm not gay, unlike you…

"Really… Hmmm. You look familiar…" Alan M brought his long candle-like index finger to his thickly-rouged mouth. Then he snapped his fingers. "I know! You're that guy from the theater!"

"Huh?" Ryuuzaki's eyes rounded with question.

"Ayame's date. Ahhhhhh…" Alan M sang oh-la-la and winked at Ryuuzaki. The once thought brave detective shivered in response. How did Alan M know that he was with Ayame at the theater? Was he there, too?

"It's hard to miss the guy who wobbled on his theater seat." Alan M giggled, stimulating recall.

Yep, he was there, alright. Case closed. And he saw everything.

Even the hugging part with Ayame… dear me…

Alan M looked at him and smiled knowingly. So evil. He is like another Light.

"I'll go inside. Please, excuse me." Ryuuzaki said and slumped on the restaurant door's direction.

That's right. Just like Misa, Ryuuzaki was eager to leave Alan M the spy. And he thought Light was creepy. Alan M's worse.

"Right." Alan M resumed facing the camera and said in a sing-song voice 'You can run, but you can't hide.'

Ryuuzaki pretended not to hear that.

Inside the restaurant

"Ryuuzaki sat (weird way) on a chair. Then this guy with the flowery shirt gave him Soduko puzzles to solve for some Soduko solving contest. The guy told him it was a contest all the customers had to take. A promotional program of theirs. The guy also provided him with a pen.

Piece of cake.Ryuuzaki thought spinning the pen on his hands.

Actually, a cake would be nice maybe I should order some.

Before Ryuuzaki could even lift his hand to call the waiter, Ayame appeared before him.

"Hey, Ryuuzaki, you came!"

Ayame gasped. She bent her head down to catch her breath. She held out a hand to signal Ryuuzaki to wait. When she looked back at him, she smiled.

She was sweating, in her skimpy red bikini….

skimpy…red… Wow…

"My frappecino! Thanks for guarding it. I'm thirsty!" (Yep, that empty table Ryuuzaki took was the table where Ayame put her bag and frappecino. I don't know why Ryuuzaki didn't notice her things there. Maybe he was too preoccupied and disturbed by Alan.)

Ayame grabbed the drink and sipped eagerly. Her thick long lashes down. She sat down opposite Ryuuzaki and stooped too low to settle her mouth on the straw. There she was in front of Ryuuzaki, who can't ignore her cleavage showing. It was in such great angle, that any porn star fanatic would beg to be in his place.

( ECCHI ALERT, Poor/Lucky L)

"That was refreshing!" Ayame sat back straight. Her cleavage was still obvious, though. She licked the sides of her mouth to remove the excess of the frappecino.

How erotic… She has got to stop doing that! , thought Ryuuzaki.

"Well! Got a game to win! Wish me luck, Ryuuzaki." She threw the empty frappecino container into a trash bin and left, disappearing out the door.

(FRAPPEGURL777: I got my penname from that drink, it's delicious.)

"Good luck…" Ryuuzaki said so quietly almost like a whisper. Though the word 'lucky' he might have referred to was himself. Ryuuzaki felt a queer tingling feeling in his stomach (most people would call it 'butterflies') that even a cake wouldn't be such a good idea to eat now for he might throw up eventually.

DAMN! Ryuuzaki, though he did his damnedest not to look, he couldn't resist but look at her, urgh, perfect breasts. It happened again. That Ayame was a natural-born seductress, and she doesn't even know it. Ryuuzaki thought he was over it, already. Well, as things turn out, he's wrong… dead wrong.

Why blame beauty for the sin's of beast? Blaming Ayame for his perverted tendencies isn't rational at all.

Ryuuzaki looked down on a piece of sudoku puzzle beneath him and tried to focus all his attention to it. Shaking the thought of Ayame, out and out of his frustrated mind.

Number 8 there, (Boobs… SNAP!)and a 2 here (Boobs….SHAKE THAT HEAD!)and so on. Figuring out the numbers was not a problem. The frequent distractive image of her breasts was the problem.

Ryuuzaki wrote deeply in bold numbers, for every time boob flashes appear in his thoughts, the thin newsprint would get holed because Ryuuzaki put too much force on the pen. Its holes were numerous, it looked like cheese… He was disturbed but he can't allow lust to take over him. No!

After 15 minutes, Ryuuzaki was done with his puzzle. Well, actually, he could've solved it faster if only he wasn't… distracted.

Ryuuzaki held out the completely solved soduko piece in front of him to check the number of holes, not to check the answers. He found himself guilty of lustful sin. The holed newsprint was evidence to that.

He lost against lust.

Ryuuzaki raised his paper and announced that he's done with it. A look of astonishment and awe from the other not-too-challenging competitors was shot at him.

"Oho. Well then, you'll be getting your prize as first place. Come here and take it." The restaurants owner said in a deep and proud voice. Ryuuzaki did as he was told and handed over his sudoku solved puzzle.

"I see, flawless. Not one erasure though it's really holed. Do you do this often, boy?"

"Seldom." Embarrassed he was about the holes and the reason why they were there in the first place.

"Sure enough, you get the first prize. Can you guess what it will be?"

"Free meals?"

"No, It's my daughter! Marie, come over here and give this fellow a kiss!"

"Excuse me?" Ryuuzaki, though he heard quiet well wanted to make sure that the old man wasn't joking.

The short haired girl smiled at her father, blushing and expectantly looking at Ryuuzaki. "Thanks, dad." She murmured. The old man was not, at all, joking. And to Ryuuzaki's horror the girl smiled and winked at him through decayed teeth and huge, foggy eyeglasses.

(BTW: this was the same girl whom Ryuuzaki asked for directions. Read chapter 4 about Ryuuzaki's first day in school. It turned out she got infatuated with him. No wonder she stuttered. Her father knew this and thus, he connived with his daughter about the kissing opportunity.)

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go for it! She won't bite." The owner said welcomely, but it wasn't making Ryuuzaki feel any more comfortable, in fact, it had an opposite effect.

"KISS!KISS!KISS!KISS!KISS!"

The other customers and competitors cheered. They enjoy this kind of things. Is this what normal people would enjoy? Is this their type of entertainment?

Peer Pressure. This was Ryuuzaki's first to be pressured by so-called peers. Now he understands how it fells.

What an unpleasant feeling.

THIS IS WRONG! I demand Justice. Forget the prize! I don't want it!

No, No, No. I don't want to. It doesn't have to be this way. A cake would be better. Somebody…

Ryuuzaki wanted to protest but he was uncharacteristically frightened. Loss for words, he stifled. The girl, tiptoed to reach his lips, her hands holding his face… Ryuuzaki's eyes grew wider and bulgier. The girl was inches away now, and anytime now, he would be kissed. An unwillingly kiss. A forced kiss. Ryuuzaki never kissed anybody before. The owner pushed him nearer and Ryuuzaki leaned his head back to avoid the girl's not too pleasant mouth, which were now smooch formed.

…Somebody…Save me…

That was one time he ever wanted someone's help. Ryuuzaki braced himself. Who's gonna rescue him from this daymare? Ryuuzaki shot his eyes closed, quite unprepared for his upcoming doom.

BAAM!!

Ryuuzaki shot his eyes back open.

The cheers and whoops faded and silence grappled the room. Even the owner, who was the major authority, was unable to speak in the presence of Ayame Nao.

Ayame's stood in between Ryuuzaki and the owner's daughter. Here hands stretched to the restaurants counter, which she slammed on to stop the commotion.

(Yeah, They were standing next to the resto's counter, where you order and stuff and Ayame had to beat it to get everyone's attention though she dislikes that. Ayame broke the linking arms of the girl from Ryuuzaki rather forcefully. Then BAAM! It all happened when Ryuuzaki closed his eyes.)

Ayame was not her usual self. She looked serious…furious. Not the laid-back and calm Ayame, Ryuuzaki met the day before. This was another side of her. Probably a side she doesn't often show. A side nobody would want her to show.

Ayame glared at the girl silently. This made the girl yelp. There was this certain aura around Ayame which would say, "MOVE IT, BITCH! HE'S MINE."

Though Ryuuzaki wouldn't read it in that sense.

Though Ayame would never claim Ryuuzaki as hers.

But this was how the girl interpreted the action.

The girl trembled. Shoot, this must be his girlfriend, no doubt about it, she thought.

Ayame turned to the owner and started to speak in a low, modulated voice which she presumed would be nice enough, but firm.

"Sir. I think it is wrong to force someone to claim a price he clearly doesn't want."

The owner swallowed, trying to find the right words to retort. Then he remembered, he's got more authority than this woman. He shouldn't be intimidated.

"But he did not refuse it."

"He didn't agree to it either. You did not even ask for his opinion on the matter. Isn't that right, Ryuuzaki?"

Ryuuzaki eyes shone. The question was directed to him, he had to answer.

"Yes."

"See?" Ayame said.

"Well, if he doesn't like the kiss. What would he like?"

"Simple. Might I have a bottle of wine, instead?"

"Wine… Oh, yeah, wine. It's there." The owner stuttered and pointed at the bar behind the counter. "Marie, hand the wine to her." The girl meekly obeyed, avoiding Ayame's eyes the whole time.

"Thanks." Ayame took hold of the bottle rather forcefully taking it away from the fangirl's trembling hands. She held Ryuuzaki's hand with the other. Ayame's shot daggers (using her eyes, of course. No violence!) at the fangirl.

"Let's go, Ryuuzaki."

Ryuuzaki, eager to go away, followed Ayame's lead. This woman dominated him in more ways than one. It stained his pride. As a detective, as a person, as a man… Somehow, it felt kinda cool and uncool. Ayame makes him feel the most curious of all sensations. (And was thus, entitled, Ryuuga Hideki's curious case!)

"Please get my bag for me, Ryuuzaki." Ayame ordered and Ryuuzaki did as he was told.

Both Ayame and Ryuuzaki strode out and the receiving sound of a bell above the door sounded more like 'good riddance to you, Mr. owner and ugly daughter.'

"Daddy!" the maiden sobbed. "I don't stand a chance against her! I give up!" She bawled and buried her face on her hands.

"Me, too, m'dear. Me,too." The owner patted his daughters back for comforting. He doesn't want to face Ayame ever again. Her beauty was as great as was her intimidation skills. Pretty much, his daughter was indeed no match for her.

And that was that… ^_^