Chapter 8: Making Plans
"Saaatooo!" Yuka calls my name while coming downstairs.
"That's me," I say, busy reading a book on the couch with my legs crossed.
"What are you up to?" She asks, walking up and resting her head on my right shoulder from behind the couch.
"Reading," I answer.
"Well, I can see that. Care to be more specific?" She questions.
"Dropped Box by… T-Takatsuki Sen," I reply, failing to not hesitate in saying her name.
"Oh, really? You don't strike me as one who would enjoy her books," she says.
"I thought I wouldn't either but… S-Sen's books were recommended to me by Kaneki and Hinami doubled down on it so I figured to give it a go. After reading Dear Kafka, I must say that I find it difficult to not continue reading through her books. I… get a weird solace from her… her books," Feeling a tear well up in my right eye, I quickly lift my glasses and rub it away before Yuka can take notice. Damn it. Don't try to think about it. It's hopeless to do so.
"Do you secretly know her or something? You're having trouble saying her name and pausing a bit," she points out.
"… No, I don't. She just… reminds me of another person who's disappeared from my life entirely. At least the way she writes does," I sigh.
"Kinda like how I remind you of Ritsu?" She says.
"Yeah…," I close the book and put it down, taking a deep breath to let my emotions settle.
"My bad. Shouldn't have brought that up," she apologizes, throwing her arms around my neck to comfort me.
"It's fine. I probably should've stopped myself from saying as much as I did," I say. On the bright side, I don't think she's dead. I just wish she didn't seemingly cut me out of her life. Kat… Where did you go? I hope… I didn't scare you away. Whatever you're doing right now, you still have my support… just like you asked of me before you left. "Anyway, I'm sure that's not where you wanted this conversation to go. What did you wan— w-why are you naked?!" I suddenly exclaim, having turned my head to look at Yuka.
"Took you long enough to notice. It's just what I do when I'm super comfortable with where I'm staying. Best get used to it. In fact, you should join in with me. Let the boys breathe more," she tries to convince me.
"I'll pass. Besides, this sounds like a ploy to get more sex outta me," I say.
"Is it working?" She questions.
"I won't deny that I'm getting hard but no it's not working," I answer.
"Y'know I can honestly just take it when I want it, right?" Her hand trails down to my crotch.
"Then why don't you?" I inquire.
"Because that's too easy and it'd get boring. Not like you'll fight back unless I put your life on the line though," she whispers in my right ear, aggressive lust in her voice.
"Implying something?" I ask.
"Implying that a forceful sexual encounter in which you have no control is actually a huge turn on for you. You mutter a lot of weird shit like that in your sleep," she responds bluntly.
"Guilty as charged," I say casually.
"Good to know. I won't give a heads up. It'll just happen when you least expect it," she warns. That in of itself is a heads up but I'm gonna keep my mouth shut about that.
"Looking forward to it," I say. After a few seconds of silence, we laugh together.
"Joking about trying to get more sex aside, I was just gonna ask if you wanna go hang out at the park or wherever," she says.
"I hope that means you'll throw some clothes on first," I say.
"I mean if you wanna go at night and rail me up against a tree, I've got no objections about going naked or wearing something that's got easy access," she suggests. "Obviously, I'll throw on some clothes."
"I never know with you. Let's go to the park and then on top of that, the arcade. Does that sound good as our little adventure out for today?"
"So you want me to kick your ass at games in public too? Sounds like a wonderful time," she chuckles.
"Hey, don't try to make me sound like I'm bad! You just happen to come out on top when it comes down to the final moment," I say defensively.
"Sure. Whatever makes you feel be—," I swiftly interject by kissing her lips. She quickly pulls away.
"W-What was that for?!" She stammers, blushing.
"To shut you up. Caught ya off guard, didn't I?" I chuckle.
"G-Go to hell, Sato," she tries to act all upset.
"As long as you're coming with me," I say smoothly.
"Damn you. Come here," she slams her lips into mine. As we slip our tongues into each other's mouth, one of her hands caresses my crotch.
"C'mon, Sato. I'm already naked and you're already hard. Let's fuck real quick before we head out," she tries to persuade me.
"That sounds like you would rather go tomorrow than today. You say it'll be quick but then you'll want to keep going and so on," I say.
"Fine. You make a fair point," she pulls away from me. "I'll go throw something on and all that good stuff."
"You do that. I'll be waiting," I smack her on the ass just before she's barely out of reach of my hand.
"You better nail this pussy the second we step foot back in this damn house or I swear I'll devour you," she threatens playfully.
"You do that already though. Oh wait, you meant my actual—," I try to say.
"Shut… the hell up already, Sato! I… can't deal with you!" She interjects my joke, struggling to not laugh as she heads back upstairs. To think it's only been a couple days since she's been here. It's really nice having someone around the house again that isn't Juuzou and his bullshit. I'm sure Rin's happy to see me in relatively good spirits again if she's watching. Now if I could just sort out all these conflicting emotions, I might be able to get off of these pills and piece my life back completely together.