6

The morning greeted the boys quietly, the rays of sunlight sneaking in from the window and kissing the boys on their cheeks, gently waking them up. They groggily stared at each other, still loosely in the embrace they fell asleep in. "How'd you sleep Keita?"

"Like a rock."

"Me too. I never thought sleeping with another person could be this peaceful." He fixed their slightly undone embrace, savoring Keita's warmth. "It's a little uncomfortable at first, but when I start to hear your heartbeat and feel how warm you are I just drift away."

"Mhm, it's amazing."

Kanchi stared up at Keita "Not much of a morning person?"

Keita stretched and yawned. "Who is?"

Kanchi buried his face back into Keita's chest. "Good point."

The boys lay still with each other and dipped in and out of sleep again, unwilling to get up. After a while the sunlight began to permeate the room causing Keita to be forced awake. He blinked a couple of times, yawned, and craned his head up to look at the clock on Kanchi's nightstand. It was getting close to noon. He let out a long sigh and began to lightly shake Kanchi. "Hey Kanchi, wake up."

Kanchi unlatched himself from Keita and stretched his whole body. "What's up," he sleepily asked.

"I need to get home soon. I promised my mom to be back by the afternoon."

The statement snapped Kanchi completely awake. "It's really that late already?" He glanced over to his clock. "Aw man, do you really have to go already?" Keita gloomily nodded his head and Kanchi let out a long sigh. "Well, I guess you couldn't stay here forever." Kanchi tried to perk up a bit as he got out of bed. "No use in moping. The faster you get home now, the happier you'll make your mom, making you able to come back sooner."

Keita picked up Kanchi's positive vibes and perked up. "You're right." The two boys quickly dressed themselves and Keita gathered together all the items he had brought with him and put them back into his backpack.

The two boys sluggishly made their way downstairs and eventually dragged themselves to the doorway. Kanchi silently watched on as Keita put on his shoes. As he stood back up he quickly turned around strongly embraced Kanchi. "Sorry for putting you through all of this mess this weekend. Sorry for making you deal with my problems." Tears began to well in his eyes. "Sorry for-"

Kanchi held him tighter. "Don't say sorry. You don't have anything to apologize for."

Keita pulled deeper into Kanchi's embrace and began to bawl into his shoulder. "Then… Thank you for being such a good friend."

Kanchi rested his head onto Keita's and began to stroke Keita's back. "I'm really glad I could be here for you."

Not wanting his mom to see a teary face Keita inhaled deeply and slowly let it out as he regain his composure. He reluctantly separated from Kanchi and wiped his tears on his sleeve. "Well, I guess I better get going." He smiled at Kanchi. "We gotta do this again soon."

"Definitely. We still have a whole month of summer left after all." Not wanting to linger any longer on the goodbye Keita turned around and opened the door. Right as he began to step outside Kanchi's face lit up and he pulled Keita back in. "Wait here one sec." He ran up to his room and quickly came back with a box.

Kanchi opened the box a pulled out a smart phone. "What are you doing with that?"

Kanchi fiddled with it briefly and then handed it to Keita. "It's for you."

Keita's mouth went slightly agape as he stared at the phone. "I… I can't take such an expensive phone from you." He tried to hand it back but Kanchi pushed it away.

"No, don't worry 'bout it. My parents always get tons of phones preloaded with minutes on them through work. We're practically drowning in them." He took the phone from Keita a tapped the screen a few times and then showed it to Keita and blushed. His contact information showed on the screen. "And now you text or call me whenever and don't have to worry about my parents picking up."

Keita took the phone and clutched it to his chest. "Thank you Kanchi. I'll take good care of it." He stepped out the door and Kanchi closed it behind him. Before he saddled onto his bike he clumsily typed a message into his new phone.

As Kanchi began to climb the stairs back to his room he felt his pocket vibrate. He fished his phone from out of it and looked at the screen: 'Can't wait to hang out again – Keita.' He chuckled at Keita's use of a signature, smiled, and was overwhelmed with happiness.

Keita weaved his bike into a bush for the second time on his way home from Kanchi's house. Instead of getting up this time he just laid in the bushes, watched the clouds drift by, and... and listen to his loud heart beat? Keita clutched at his chest and felt as his heart rapidly pounded against it. Had he just been pedaling too fast? He didn't feel like he was. He inhaled, closed his eyes, and exhaled.

Kanchi's face floated on the inside of his eyelids. He quickly opened his eyes and vigorously shook his head to try and clear it. Kanchi couldn't be the cause. Why would he? Sure, Keita had enjoyed everything he had done with Kanchi, but why would those memories already be coming back up? He had seen Kanchi no longer than ten minutes ago.

Brushing himself off as he stood up, Keita began to look around. "This has to be a youkai's fault." He paused for a moment in anticipation for a stupid response from Whisper, almost forgetting that he wasn't even there. He let out a sigh. Life had been really predictable and repetitive as of late. Looking back at his alone time with Kanchi he realized that those moments were ones he really needed.

He pushed the button on the side of his watch and its light shone forth and the lens flipped up as the search tone began to play. Soon enough a purple blob formed from beyond the watch lens. "I knew there was one!" Then another blob began to form, with several more following suite. Keita panned his lens over the apparent crowd of youkai and they all began to take shape revealing themselves to be a pack of twenty or so Doki-doki; they fidgeted around so much that Keita couldn't accurately count. He took a few steps backwards, almost falling into the bush again. "Doki-dokis? And so many of them? What are you all doing here?" He swiveled his head back and forth, rapidly searching his surroundings. "Is there a marathon going on around here or something?"

"Doki-doki, doki-doki," they gleefully cried out in unison. Keita felt his chest tighten.

"Seriously, what are you guys doing here?" They continued to ignore him, crying out their same 'doki-doki' and dancing around. "Hey!" Keita yelled as loud as he could. The Doki-dokis fell silent and stared at him. "Can one of you please answer my question?"

One of them stepped forward. "We don't know why we're here. Our instincts told us to come here, so we did."

Keita cocked his head in confusion. "Huh?" He looked around and still saw nobody other than himself around. "But there's nobody here."

One of the Doki-dokis called out from the crowd. "But you're here."

Keita looked around again thinking he had overlooked someone. Still nobody. He pointed up to himself. "Do you mean me?" They shook their heads. Keita clutched his chest once more. "Why would you be here for me?"

The one that had stepped forward and spoke did so again. Keita assumed it was the leader. "Anything that gets a big 'doki-doki' from something calls to us." It looked at Keita's collapsed bicycle. "Were you biking really hard? In a race?" Keita shook his head. "Just get out of a big fight?" Keita shook his head again. The Doki-dokis looked at each other and began quietly chanting something Keita couldn't quite make out. "Did you just fall in love?"

Keita felt his face color deeply and he gulped. The Doki-dokis once again became worked up into a frenzy and began to dance and cheer 'doki-doki!' "Nonono, it can't be that. No way am I in love!" He took a step back, tripped over his bike, and fell into the bush again. The Doki-dokis cheered louder. Keita put his palms against his ears, his heartbeat echoing with them in tune with the Doki-dokis' cheers.

Maybe he had fallen in love.

He took a couple of slow, deep breaths, his heartbeat gradually slowing. The Doki-dokis calmed along with him. He closed his eyes. "Maybe… Maybe I have fallen in love." Butterflies began to replace the drum of his heart. "I guess I am in love." His heartbeat returned to normal and the Doki-dokis began to have sullen looks on their faces.

"Doki… doki," they whined in tune with Keita's new heartbeat as they began to disperse and disappear. Keita put his hand gently on his chest and felt the steady beat. Kanchi floated into his mind again and he smiled. He picked his bike up, saddled it, and began to pedal hard wanting to get home as fast as he could and tell Kanchi all of what had just occurred.

He was only few blocks away from his house when felt something crash into his back. His breath was knocked out him he tumbled violently onto the road. He thought heard faint laughing; it was probably just ringing in his ears.

"Are you alright Keita?" Painfully, he swiveled his head towards the direction the voice came from. His eyes met with Fumi's. Still dazed, he just stared at her. "Can you still stand?"

"Maybe," Keita managed to stammer out.

"Here," Fumi reached out her hand. "Let's go inside and I'll treat your injuries." Keita let himself be pulled up by Fumi and, leaning his body weight onto her, the two hobbled into the house he crashed in front of. Whatever had knocked him down must have done so in front of Fumi's house.

Keita regained his senses as the two entered the ground floor bathroom. Fumi sat him down on the closed toilet and began to rummage through a nearby cabinet for medical supplies. "Hey Fumi, did you happen to see what knocked me over?"

Fumi set disinfecting spray and a box of bandages onto the sink. "What are you talking about Keita? You fell down by yourself."

He cocked his head. "Huh? I was sure I felt something slam into my back."

Fumi shook her head. "Nope, nothing." She giggled and stared intensely into Keita's eyes. "It was pretty amazing though. Any other boy would be crying their eyes out from a fall like that. You're so manly Keita-kun."

Before Keita could begin to ask all the questions that came rushing into his head Fumi leaned in and kissed him deeply. Her tongue began to mingle with his. Keita felt his eyes shoot completely open. She tasted sweet. His eyelids fell low again and his eyes glassed over.

Fumi soon pulled away and giggled. She ran her hand down his arm. "I really am glad you're okay. I don't know what I would do if you got badly hurt." She reached down and began to try and pull off Keita's shirt. It was almost over his head before he snapped back to his senses.

"F-Fumi-chan, w-what are you doing," he sputtered as he pulled his shirt back down.

"I need to check and make sure you aren't hurt anywhere. I can't have my cute little Keita-kun in any more pain." She giggled and ran her hand down his chest and stomach. He felt his dick begin to grow. All the clarity in his head that Kanchi had helped him achieve began to cloud and dissipate. "So," Fumi paused and kissed Keita on the lips again. "Will you let me check you?" Keita mechanically nodded and Fumi smiled in return. "Let's go up to my room then, so you can lie down." She pulled him up from the toilet seat and led him by the hand up to her bedroom. She sat him on her bed. Her room smelled sweet and addicting. Keita lifted his arms as Fumi pulled off his shirt. Immediately afterwards she reached down, undid Keita's pants, and whipped them off before he could respond to stop her, and chuckled. "So cute. Of course you'd still be wearing briefs instead of boxers."

. "Wh-wh-what are you doing Fumi-chan?

She shoved him onto the bed and straddled him. "I have to make completely sure you don't have any injuries." She leaned her head close to his chest and stared at one of his nipples. "This part is flushed so it must be hurting you." She stuck out her tongue and began to gently lap at his nipple. His dick was fully erect in an instant. She then wrapped her lips around it and began to suck, all the while licking at its now erect tip.

Keita moaned. "That's… That's not going to make me feel better."

Fumi stopped and looked at him. "It's not? In that case-" She quickly unzipped and shed her jacket, her under shirt coming off just as fast, leaving her in only a pink training bra. Keita gulped hard and stared at it, curious of its contents. She reached back and unlatched the bra letting it drop from her body. Her immature breasts wiggled slightly, unable to achieve the hearty jiggle that he had seen the older girls like the NyaKB group achieve. "Well if that's not helping," she cupped her breast with her hands a leaned them in towards Keita's face, "why don't you show me what I should do."

Keita's dick strained against his briefs. He didn't think this was something he even wanted. His body thought otherwise. He stuck out his tongue and gave one of her nipples an exploratory lick. Her skin felt extremely soft and smooth against his tongue. She shivered slightly. "You have to do better than that Keita-kun." He began to copy what had been done to him only moments before. He latched onto her nipple and began to suck. She moaned and pressed her chest further against his face. He never imagined a girl's breasts to be this soft and fluffy.

She pulled away and playfully pouted. "Come on Keita-kun, that's the exact thing I was doing to you." She stood up on the bed and stared down at Keita. "Maybe you weren't hurt after all."

"I feel horrible, I promise. P-please take care of me Fumi-chan."

"Oh really?" She placed a foot onto Keita's crotch and began to lightly grind it. Keita shut his eyes tight and let out a loud moan. The precum that was already leaking from him now began to soak the front of his briefs. "Well if you're hurt, then why is this place so lively?" She giggled and ground the ball of her foot into the tip of his dick. "You're so wet already. I can feel it through my sock." She reached down to unbutton her shorts and slid them and her panties off in one motion. Keita stared intently at the very bit of anatomy he had only seen diagrams of in dusty books almost hidden in the back of the library: the vagina. A clear fluid was slowly dripping from it. "But then again, I guess I'm pretty wet too."

Fumi reached down and began to rub her pussy, her hand sliding rhythmically back and forth stopping only every now and then to dip a few of her fingers inside. As she did this she began to grind her foot even harder. "F-Fumi, please stop. If you keep on doing that it's… it's…" Keita let out a guttural moan as he came hard, the spasms forcing the translucent liquid through his briefs and onto Fumi's sock.

Fumi kneeled on the bed and swiftly pulled down Keita's briefs causing his dick to spring out and send cum flying onto his belly. A small strand flung onto Fumi's cheek and she sensually licked it off. "That's no good Keita." She gripped his dick and Keita let out a small yelp. "Even after you came that much you're still so stiff." She moved her hand to the tip and rubbed some of the leftover cum into it. Shocks flew down Keita's spine.

"Fumi-ch-chan," Keita gasped out, "Why are you doing this?"

She stared at him "Why?" A wide smile spread across her face. "Because I love you of course." Without pause she leaned down slowly ran her tongue from the base of his penis up to the tip. "That's why I have to take care of this."

Keita began to pant hard. "S-stop. Don't do that. T-that's dirty."

She continued to run her tongue up and down his shaft, occasionally stopping to swirl it along the tip. Keita felt his mind go blank. He had never experience such a level of physical pleasure. His hips bucked instinctively, begging for more. Fumi just smiled and took his whole dick into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down. Keita felt like his dick was melting, and drool began to drip out his heavily panting mouth. Every thought and sensation disappeared from around him and all he could perceive was Fumi's warm mouth.

She began to knead his balls with one hand while she ran the other down the inside of his thigh. Keita began to thrust his hips, wanting get as much of his dick into her mouth as possible, his feral sex drive the only thing remaining in him. Fumi bobbed her head faster, working her tongue along the shaft, occasionally stopping at the tip to swirl her tongue underneath the foreskin and directly to his glans.

"Fumi-chan, you… you really need to stop. I'm… I'm really close." Fumi ignored his request and picked up her pace. "I'm gonna squirt!" Keita moaned out. He thrust deeply, his pelvis almost slamming into her face as he unloaded his cum. Panting, Keita watched as Fumi's throat undulated and she swallowed his seed.

Suddenly Fumi's eyes became hazy for a moment and then they cleared. She looked around her room, at Keita, down to herself, and screamed. She quickly left the bed and ran from the room, tears welling in her eyes.

Keita lay panting in the bed, drained and extremely confused. A laugh then began to echo around him, starting as a chuckle and then leading into a loud outburst. His sense and rational thought began to come back to him and he was finally able to realize the true outlandish nature of the situation. 'It had to have been a youkai' he thought to himself. Shakily he raised his watch and activated it and instantly his suspicious were proven true.

A mostly pink youkai with extremely long, bright pink hair appeared. Keita watched on as the youkai doubled over in laughter as it floated in the air, the small heart shaped cannons it had in place of hands clutched at its belly. "Now that's what I call a show of love."

"Who are you? What did you do to Fumi?"

The youkai smiled deviously a flipped its hair with one of its hand cannons. "Why I'm the one and only master of love, the beautiful Motemacool-sama. But you can also call me Casanuva as well; they're both beautiful names." He floated closer to Keita and grinned. He pointed one of his cannons into the air and heart came flying out of it and phased through the ceiling. "As for what I did to your pretty little girlfriend, I didn't do anything."

"That's a lie!" Keita yelled in anger. "And she's not my girlfriend."

Casanuva giggled. "She might as well be, after all she did with you." Keita just glared at him. "Annnnyways, I really didn't do anything to her. I did something to you. You saw the heart that came out of my hand right? Anyone that's hit by that immediately becomes extremely popular and loved by everyone."

"But… why? Why did you shoot me?"

"Weeeeeell I just happened to catch some of the nasty, nasty things that you were doing with that other boy, so I thought to myself 'Casanuva, you beautiful youkai, you need to help this young man out.' So I followed you home and shot you right in front of this pretty little girl's house so I could get the taste of that nasty little boy out of your mouth." Keita opened up his mouth to yell at Casanuva more, but he cut him off. "Non non, no need to thank me. The pleasure of the job is more than enough." He extened one of his hands and a medal floated down onto Keita's chest. "If you need my help again just call. Au revoir!" With that the youkai floated out of the house and left Keita, exhausted and confused, on the bed.