It's been exactly two days, five hours, five minutes, and eleven seconds since Aoi was literally thrown to a wall where he experienced a kiss-and-run done by a stranger-a 'he' stranger. And Aoi was also a 'he', and technically, two of the same gender weren't supposed to kiss.
Being kissed wasn't actually the worst part, enjoying the kiss was.
Aoi was disgusted by his stupid thoughts. He wasn't turning gay, was he? But why couldn't he forget about the stupid lip locking scene? He kept turning and rolling on his bed whenever he remembered the feeling Fast Guy gave him. He felt so weak and helpless, but he enjoyed it. He couldn't help but blush.
It would have been better if it were a plain kiss, but it weren't. Aoi's face couldn't be considered red anymore.
Aoi hugged his knees and tugged on his white sheets. He rested his head on the frame of the bed and thought about Fast Guy. He thought about how weird Fast Guy was. He thought about the reason why Fast Guy was being chased by slow boys. He thought about how jerky Fast Guy was, leaving him like that and all without even an explanation.
He thought about how great of a kisser Fast Guy was.
Aoi shook his head in annoyance of himself.
But it was true. Fast Guy was, as a matter of fact, a good kisser. Aoi's kiss with him wasn't Aoi's first kiss. Actually, Aoi had had his own share of kisses before. He was fifteen, yes, but there were girls who liked him. Not that he liked them back, at least, not all the time. Some of them would just go and kiss him.
Oh, so people were always like that with him ever since before, huh? Poor Aoi.
Aoi remembered his first kiss. It was also a kiss-and-run, but at least it was with a girl and the girl came back to him and said sorry.
The point is, among all of his kisses with girls, none of them were as satisfying as the kiss Fast Guy had given him. Aoi had to remind the author of the story that this wasn't a yaoi. Well, of course not.
He stood out of the bed and faced his ancient full-bodied mirror. He was only in a white shirt, black knee length shorts and his black-brown hair was in a mess. He decided to dress up again, but this time, as a boy.
The thing was, Aoi didn't only like dresses. He liked clothes. Specially those who were fashionable and cute. And because of his love for clothes, sometimes he would decide and make designs of his own and sometimes he would even sew his own clothes. He had potential and he knew it.
He had already made nineteen dresses and he was willing to add another one. He tried, really, but he wasn't inspired enough. He had no reason to take it fast. He had enough time, so the special twentieth dress would have to wait.
Aoi didn't really want to dress as a boy this time because boy clothes weren't cute, but he was in his father's house so he had no choice. Aoi chose a dark pair of jeans with gothic designs on them, and a black long sleeved turtleneck to top of with a gray v-necked shirt. He'd seen the the upper torso look in an anime character only it was a bit baggier in the anime and he somehow decided to use it for the day. He chose a black sneaker in his shoe rack and took his phone and earphones.
Aoi looked in the mirror. He was undoubtedly handsome, or so he thought.
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Maru had never been the type for festivals. Maru didn't like crowds and people and stuff like happiness all around. It wasn't that Maru hated happiness, she just wasn't accustomed to it. The reason? No one knows. Well, except for Maru of course.
Maru lowered her cap and took a peek in the festival. There were a lot of people. Jeez, she thought. She never wanted any of this. If it weren't for Negi, she wouldn't be here. She should have been inside the comfort of her own apartment, watching tv or maybe just sleep all day long. But no. She had to be here, just to cheer for her stupid cousin.
What's so good with festivals anyway? She thought.
In the distance, she could see colorful papers that filled the whole town. Designs, booths, and everything that were needed to make a festival were there. At least there was food. Food. Food. Yum.
Maru noticed a group of girls piling in a single corner. We're they bullying someone, or was there a hot guy near? She had to know. Maru was always the curious one.
She took a step, and another, and another. It wasn't a while before she reached the girls and before she saw what they were doing. Yup, she was right. They were bullying someone.
It was a girl. Yeah. Bullies never target people stronger than them. Stupid bunch of idiots. Maru hated bullies the most. Even though she bullied Negi and her friends sometimes too.
But this was different. The bullied girl's hair was all messed up and her clothes had paint on them. Being the super hero she was, Maru decided to step up.
"What's happening here?" Of course she had to make her voice lower. After all, she was wearing boy clothes.
All the girls looked at her and in a flash, they all had stricken looks on their faces. Maru was a 'boy' for goodness sake, and according to people, she was a very, very, very handsome boy.
"It's nothing, really. We were just, um, hanging out with each other." Excuses, excuses.
Maru narrowed her eyes at them and then eyed the bullied girl. "Is messing with people's hair what you do when you hang out? If so I am never hanging out with girls like you." Maru took the arm of the messed up girl and pulled her closer. "Are you alright?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." The girl smiled a thank you.
Maru was about to take the girl away when a booming voice started to speak.
"Congratulations to our winner! The poor Samaritan in the present day is nobody other than, um, can you ask him his name?" What?
A girl asked me my name and I answered automatically.
"His name is Maru! Not only is he kind, he is also handsome! And because of that he gets a prize! Curious everyone? It's chocolate and a kiss! To be more specific, it's chocolates and kisses!" Right now Maru was more confused than ever. But then it hit her. Yeah, sometimes Maru was just as stupid as bullies.
Maru started to inch back a little. No more of this chasing. Please.
'Just a few more steps. Run for a while. Hide somewhere. Change my clothes. I hate this.'
"He's running away!" A girl with fuzzy scarlet hair warned the other girls. Was it bad that Maru wanted to kill that girl?
All of the other girls started chasing. They didn't have to, right? It's not that kisses from them were actually prizes. The chocolates could count but definitely not the kisses. Instead of a prize, it was more like a punishment.
Never mind that, Maru thought. At least she was a runner.
Her leg muscles flexed as she ran through the town. She had to jump over a few obstacles like booths, boxes, crawling humans. Take quick turns and all. But those were nothing for her. Actually, she enjoyed running and jumping and stuff. What she hated was the chasing.
Maru looked back and noticed that the girls were far from her. Not too far to stop running, but at least far enough to hide.
Maru hid in a narrow alley that only fit three people, side by side. It was a good thing she brought her backpack with her and she quickly changed into another pair of jeans and shirt. She wasn't oblivious of her surroundings but she knew that no one was there. After all, she was behind a big trash can and no one passed the other side of the alley. Plus she had skills for changing clothes.
She heard voices like, "Where did he go?", and "S-so fast."
She took her phone out of her bag and tried to contact Negi. She made sure that Negi was in for a big punch in the skull.
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A few girls looked at Aoi every time he passed. He was annoyed at that but he also liked it. He saw a cute girl once and, yeah. He liked cute things, hasn't he .mentioned that yet?
He was jealous of every girl he passed. He was jealous because they who had the right to wear cute dresses weren't even using their femininity while on the other hand Aoi had to be kept inside just so he won't humiliate his father.
Aoi was so filled with sadness, hate, and jealousy every time he sees a girl so unfeminine. A direct example would be the girl he was looking for. Her name was Misaki. Misaki, evil president, girlfriend of Usui, Maid Latte employee.
But he couldn't exactly 'hate' Misaki. After all, she was his first love. Not that she knew it, of course. But she need not know.
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Boring Chappie all the way. Don't ya think? Well, school's coming in a short while so I had to hurry. Next update will be next week, maybe. Review? Thanks.