Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Fourth Floor ❯ Untitled ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Daisuke was up early the next morning, despite not getting much sleep from grading papers. He found it odd that he was pretty wired, especially for someone that's never been a morning person.

'This is a pretty interesting school,' he thought as he crept out of the door, careful not to wake his sister. 'I'm actually looking forward to teaching today, which is very rare. I guess it's because of the recent events.' On the way to work, he stopped at a coffee shop and bought himself a latte.

"Just what I need," he said. "Something that will have my eyeballs jumping out of their sockets." He got to the school parking lot, which was still devoid of any cars except his and a black mustang.

'Who's that?' he wondered. As he parked his car, he began wondering when he would get his own parking space. His headlights swept over the person asleep in the driver's seat with the seat laid back, which turned out to be Miyako. She woke up with a start and looked out the window at Daisuke as he parked his car. He mouthed his apology behind his window, then rolled it down as she did the same.

"What are you doing here so early?" he asked.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," Miyako said tiredly.

"I just happened to get up early. What's your excuse?"

"Couldn't sleep. Needed air."

"...Well, that's putting it bluntly."

Miyako studied him a little. "You're a bit too chipper to be a morning person," she said.

"Well, I'm not really a morning person. I guess it's because I'm still a bit wet behind the ears since I'm new here."

"You had experience as a teacher, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but this is different."

"How so?"

"I'm meeting new people."

"Um...right," Miyako said uneasily. "Well, whatever the reason, you'll get used to working here soon enough." She rolled up her window and laid back down in her seat.

"...Okay," Daisuke said, rolling his window back up. He pulled out the test papers from his book bag and began grading the rest of the papers.

'Not sure what that was about, but whatever,' he thought.
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The day passed without incident. Hikari's classes were as strict as ever, with half of the students in her second period class groaning from the grades they got from their test yesterday. Hikari told them that they should have studied harder instead of goofing off, and the whole class would have to take it again, resulting in more groans. Ken's classes were pretty easy, despite the fact that he was teaching Trigonometry. He would break the teaching down in such a way that the subjects were quite easy to understand. Takeru gave each of his classes tests on what they covered over the past three weeks, which was basic understanding of the Japanese language. Miyako had to deal with a group of trouble makers that decided to bring Kendo sticks to school and harass people with them. They called themselves the Kendo Masters, and their leader, a senior by the name of Iori Hida, constantly had ties with her. Daisuke had fun with his classes as well. He was pretty enthusiastic in his teaching, and every now and again, he would crack jokes with the students. Out of the two days that he's been there, the students have already taken a liking to him. He was only slightly leery of some of the girls in a few of the classes. He didn't mind them looking at him when he was teaching or making a joke, but when everyone was doing their work and he was at his desk writing on his note pad, he would sometimes look up and catch glimpses of one or two of them staring at him with a smile on their faces, and they would drop their heads and go back to their work quickly when caught.

Daisuke was glad when lunchtime rolled around, figuring that it would be worth the break. He made his way down to the cafeteria and found Takeru and Ken at the same table as before.

"You're not eating today?" Ken asked him, noticing the lack of food with him as he sat down.

"Nah, I'm not hungry," Daisuke replied. "I have to keep myself in shape."

"What, a round shape?" Takeru jeered. Daisuke glared at him.

"You must've not seen me at my fullest yet, have you?" he asked.

"I don't think I want to, either." Daisuke rolled his eyes.

"How are the classes going for you?" Ken asked.

"They're going pretty good. The students aren't as much trouble as I thought they would be."

"That's good."

"I just have a slight problem with some of the females in some of my classes."

"What problem would that be?" Takeru asked.

"They keep oogling me like I'm some piece of candy."

"I have that problem too," Ken said. "The best thing to do is just ignore them. They'll eventually stop looking at you and leave you alone."

"I hope so. Oh by the way, Takeru, I met your brother."

"Wha...?" Takeru asked.

"Yeah, he was over at my apartment with my sister."

"So that's who that redhead was the other day," Takeru said thoughtfully. "I knew you reminded me of someone."

"You saw my sister?"

"Yeah. Spiky hair, cheerful attitude? They were at the ice cream shop last Tuesday eating out of the same bowl. I just happened to be passing by when I saw them. How long have they been going out?"

"Don't know. Want to hear what I caught them doing?"

"NO," Takeru said in a deep voice. "The last thing I need is a graphic image of my brother naked. It's enough that I have to live right next door to him."

"I guess he wants to keep vigil over his little brother, huh?"

"Whatever."

"Hey, Takeru," said Ken. Takeru turned his head towards him. "Don't look now, but..." He gestured with his head behind Daisuke. Both men turned around to see Catherine the Librarian walking into the cafeteria. What she had on sent Takeru's mind reeling in some less-than-innocent thoughts, and had Daisuke wondering how the school could let her get away with such atrocious attire. She had on a one-piece red skirt that stopped just above her knees and hugged her chest and shaped her large breasts, a tight, white sweater left unbuttoned, and white silver strap sandals. As she walked, her hips bounced from side to side along with her upper-back length blonde hair, and Takeru's head moved with them as his eyes traveled from her shapely legs to her soft butt and back again.

"Ooh, man, if i could just hold her right now!" Takeru said.

"You and every other guy in this school," Ken teased.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Daisuke said, turning back around.

"You don't see the big deal?!" Takeru asked incredulously. "Where are you from?"

"The eastern side of Shinjuku."

"No wonder. All they have out there are just farm girls anyway."

"The simple life is the way to go," Daisuke said with a grin.

"Maybe she's just not his type," Ken suggested.

"Oh, that's right. You're into women that have attitudes everyday."

"Har har," Daisuke laughed dryly. "Let me ask you something Takeru. Why do you and your brother have different last names?"

"Our parents got divorced when we were young. I went with mom, and he went with dad. We still saw each other though. Our parents took turns watching us."

"Must have been hard."

"Not really. We spent a lot of time around each other, so everything was cool."

"That's nice. What about you, Ken? What's you're history?"

"I don't have much of one. I had an older brother who died when we were young. He was hit by a car while he was crossing the street."

"Oh man. I'm sorry."

"For what? Unless you were the one that hit him, you have nothing to be sorry about. Besides, I cried all of my tears for him long ago. I'm not going to be sad everytime I bring up that accident."

"I suppose that's one way to handle family tragedy," Daisuke said.

"I guess. What y'all got going on tonight?"

"I got basketball practice, as usual," said Takeru.

"Aside from maybe grading papers and harrassing my sister, nothing much," said Daisuke. "Why?"

"The Lakers are going to be playing against the Panthers tonight at the Highton-View Terrace Stadium. I already got tickets."

"Really? What time does it start?" asked Takeru.

"Seven-thirty."

"Oh, man. I really can't make that. I don't get done until around six-thirty. Then I'd have to go home and shower up. By that time it'll be too late."

"What about you, Daisuke?"

"Who are the Lakers?" he asked.

"You don't get out much, do you?" Takeru asked. "They're an American basketball team from Los Angeles, California. They're pretty famous."

"Obviously, if they're coming here. Have you been to America, too?"

"Nope."

"So how about it, Daisuke?" Ken asked.

"Hmm, I dunno. Did you ask anyone else?"

"Well," Ken started off, blushing a little and scratching the back of his head. "I thought about asking Miyako, but..."

"Why don't you give it a shot? The worst she would say is no."

"And if she says yes, then what? I'll still have two tickets left."

"What'd you get four for?" Takeru asked.

"It was a special going on. Buy two, get two free. So I thought, 'Hey, why not invite a few of my friends along', you know?"

"Well, in that case, I'll go," said Daisuke. "I probably won't have any papers to grade anyway."

"Great, so that just leaves one more person for you to invite," said Takeru.

"I haven't even invited Miyako out yet, so that still leaves two," said Ken.

"You can try inviting her now," Daisuke said, pointing behind him. Ken turned around and saw Miyako and Hikari walking towards the table behind them, each with a dish of homemade lunch in their hand. Ken quicky turned around back to Daisuke and Takeru.

"I can't!" he whispered. Daisuke's mouth formed into a half frown as he looked at Ken.

"Don't start getting cold feet now," he said. "If you don't take this opportunity to ask her right now, you won't get another chance. If it bothers you that bad, I'll ask her." He moved to get out of his seat.

"Alright!" Ken said sternly, getting up and walkng over to the women's table.

"Are you playing match-maker now?" Takeru asked Daisuke.

"Should I do the same for you and Catherine?" Daisuke retorted. Takeru just rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Miyako," Hikari said, getting her friend's attention. She nodded her head towards the men's table. Miyako turned around to see Ken getting out of his seat and walking towards them.

"What do you think he wants?" Miyako asked, turning back towards Hikari.

"What do you think every man wants?" Hikari asked flatly.

"Come on now, Hikari."

"Excuse me, Miyako?" Ken asked when he got to the table.

"Yes?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Uh..." he looked back at Daisuke, who coaxed him with a nod of his head to go on. He turned back to Miyako with an awkward smile.

"Th-the Lakers are playing against the Panthers tonight at the Highton-View Terrace Stadium and I was wondering if you would like to..."

"Sure, I'll go," Miyako said before he could finish the sentence. Hikari looked at her in bewilderment.

"...go with...really?"

"Mm-hmm. What time does it start?"

"It starts at seven-thirty, so I'll pick you up at about six fifteen?"

"That's cutting it a bit close, don't you think?"

"Well, it will be a bit of a rush, but the fact that Highton-View Terrace is ten miles from here gives an explanation to it."

"Fair enough. Is anyone else going?"

"Well, I have four tickets, and Daisuke is already going, so that just leaves one ticket left."

"What about Takeru?"

"He has basketball practice, so he's out of the picture. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Not really, except..." She trailed off as she and Ken looked at Hikari, who was busy eating her food with a slightly disgruntled look on her face. She stopped eating and looked up when she heard them no longer talking.

"What?" she asked. Miyako smiled at her. Her face dropped when understanding came to her.

"No. Hell no," she said, shaking her head.

"Aw, come on, Hikari. It'll be fun!" Miyako pleaded.

"I'm not going. I hate basketball anyway."

"No you don't. Besides, you can't be cooped up in your house the whole time. You have to get out and enjoy yourself."

"I do enjoy myself!' she blurted out, not realizing what she was implying until after she said it.

'Why does my mind speak faster than my mouth?' she thought, hoping neither of them caught what she meant.

"I don't know how one finds grading papers all night to be the most thrilling thing in the world, but you're not going to be doing that tonight."

'Whew!' "Alright, I'll go! What time does it start?"

"Seven-thirty," said Ken. "I'm picking Miyako up at six fifteen. Do you need a ride?"

"No, I'll drive myself. Wait, I don't have tickets."

"I got them already. I'll give you yours when we get there."

"Great, we'll see you then," Miyako said.

"Okay," said Ken as he started backing up. "See you later."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Miyako gave him a small wave and a smile. Ken chuckled goofily as he turned back to his table, nearly tripping over his chair. Miyako turned back around to Hikari, who was glaring disapprovingly at her.

"What?" Miyako asked.

"Don't 'what' me. What was that about?"

"What was what about? We were just invited to a basketball game, that's all."

"'We'? What we? I didn't even want to consent to this!"

"You're coming anyway. I don't know what turned you so cold, but you need to loosen up." Hikari went back to eating her food.

"I'll loosen up when certain people leave me alone," she muttered, not realizing she was thinking out loud.

"Who was messing with you?" Miyako asked, breaking her train of thought.

"Huh?" Hikari started.

"You said someone was messing with you."

"N-no one!" she quickly stated. "Uh, I have to go. Excuse me." She got up from the table, grabbing her dish and throwing the rest of her food away and making her way quickly out of the cafeteria.

"What's wrong with her?" Miyako asked as she got up from her table and followed Hikari.
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"So what happened?" Daisuke asked as Ken sat back down.

"Huh?"

"'Huh'? You heard me. Did she say yes or no?"

"What do you think?"

"Is Hikari going too?" Takeru asked.

"Unwillingly," Ken said. "Obviously, Miyako made it a point to drag her out of her house and enjoy herself. Hikari, of course, was less than happy with the decision."

"I wonder what's gotten in to her? She never used to be that way. Even after her brother died, she wasn't so mean."

"You mean, she used to be nice?" Daisuke asked.

"Well, something other than family tragedy has her riled up," said Ken. "Hopefully this will relax her tonight."
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It was close to six twenty-five when Ken picked up Miyako, who went on a tirade of how men should be early for their dates, despite Ken's protests and apologies. By the time they reached the stadium, it was about seven-twenty.

"Right on time," said Ken as he got out of his car. He ran over to the passenger side and held the door open for Miyako.

"Don't think this will make me forgive you for being late," she said sternly as she got out of the car. Ken was going to say something, but decided not to. They noticed Hikari a few cars down as she got out of hers.

"See? We're not the only ones who got here on time," said Ken. "Hey, Hikari!" Hikari turned her head towards them, her sour mood still apparent on her face. She weaved through the cars towards them.

"I still don't want to be here," she said when she got to them.

"Too late," said Miyako as Ken handed them their tickets. They began making their way towards the stadium.

"Hey guys! Wait up!" cried someone behind them. They turned around to see Daisuke running up to them through the parking lot.

"What is he doing here?" Hikari asked acidly.

"Same thing as us," Miyako said.

"Looks like I got here just in time," Daisuke said when he caught up to them.

"Same as the rest of us," said Ken, handing him his ticket. Daisuke rubbed the back of his head and grinned as he took it. He then noticed Hikari who was staring at him dejectedly.

"Hey, Hikari. I didn't know you were coming," he said.

"Ugh, let's just go," she said, turning from them while putting her hand in Daisuke's face.

"What did I do?"

"Just ignore her," Miyako said, as they walked towards the stadium.



Despite the stadium being packed, they had no trouble finding seats, which was somewhere in the nose bleed section, but towards the middle rows. Ironically, the seats were perfectly together for the four of them.

"The irony of this is just sickening," said Daisuke as he sat down in the fourth seat. Hikari was about to sit down next to him, but then reconsidered. She turned towards the other seats, hoping she could sit next to Miyako, but she was on the other side of Ken. Huffing, she sat down forcefully, nearly elbowing Daisuke in the ribs. Daisuke looked at her slightly startled.

"What are you looking at?" she spat at him. Daisuke looked at her for another second, then turned from her and focused his attention to the middle of the court, where an announcer took place in front of a microphone, along with two other people, a male, obviously a translator for the American basketball team, and the other a female, who must have been a singer.

"She looks very familiar," said Ken as the announcer started talking. "I know I've seen her somewhere before."

"That's Utada Hikaru," Miyako said. "She's pretty famous. She grew up here in Japan, and in New York."

"Wow."

"Doesn't she sing that song Promise Me?" Daisuke asked.

"Yeah, but that's when she was credited as Cubic U," said Miyako.

"That's where I remember her from," Ken said, snapping his fingers.

"Everyone please stand for Japan's National Anthem, followed by America's National Anthem," said the announcer. Everyone stood at the position of attention as Hikaru started singing. The Lakers did the same, except they didn't sing with the audience because they didn't know Japanese. When their song came around, they placed their hands over their hearts, but still remained silent since they would be the only ones singing. After the song, everyone clapped, then sat back down.

"I need to get her autograph," Daisuke said. Hikari snorted derisively. Daisuke glared at her for a second, then turned back to the game as it started. He wasn't one much for basketball, but he found this to be quite interesting. Ken, it seemed, was a big fan of the Lakers, for he knew almost everyone on the team, including their stats. This was evident as he told Miyako about a few of them, his favorite being Magic Johnson. Daisuke just watched the game, not really caring who won. Around half time, people started filing out of their seats to go to the consession stands and restrooms.

"I'm going to go get something to eat," said Ken to Miyako. "Do you want anything?"

"Yeah, can I have a box of milkduds?" she asked.

"Sure. Coming Daisuke?"

"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry anyway," he said, standing up. He looked down at Hikari. "Do you-"

"Hell no," she said bluntly, not even looking at him. Miyako looked at Hikari and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Uh, okay," Daisuke said. He started to move out of the aisle, but Hikari's legs were blocking the way. "Could you, uh..."

Hikari let out an exasperated sigh as she curled up her legs so he could pass by. When the boys left, Miyako turned to her friend.

"What is your problem?!" she asked sternly.

"I was about to ask you the same thing!" Hikari blurted out.

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you trying to do? Set up a date for me or something?"

"No. Why would you even think that? You just met the guy yesterday, and you already hate him."

"It's not even that! You two knew he was coming and didn't tell me!"

"Look, I didn't even know he was coming until Ken told me. Weren't you listening to anything we were talking about at lunch today? He said yes even before Ken asked me. I don't know what turned you into such a man-hater, but you need to kill the act."

"I'm not a man-hater. I'm just not used to men trying to spit game at me when they first meet me."

"He wasn't even trying to-" She stopped as she figured Hikari out. "Oh, I see what's going on," she said slyly.

"What?" Hikari asked, looking her up and down.

"You like him, don't you?" Miyako jeered.

"N-no!" Hikari stuttered, trying to stop the smile that threatened her mouth.

"Yeah, whatever! That's why you're being so cold to him. You just don't want to admit it!"

"Fine, so what if I do?" Hikari said, blushing a little. "He probably doesn't like me anyhow, especially from the way I've been treating him tonight."

"You never know, some guys like women who treat them that way. You think you could be just a little nicer to him tonight?"

"I'm not even going to be talking to him."

"Why not?"

Hikari squinted her eyes at her. "Because I don't want to, that's why!"

"That's so mean."

"Whatever. What about you and Ken?"

"What about us? We're just friends. It's possible that he may like me, though."

"Do you think you might like him?"

"I might come to like him, depending."

"Depending on what?"

"On how bad he wants me."

Hikari blinked. "You just lost me," she said.

"I'm not always that innocent counselor that you see sitting in her office," Miyako said with a mischevious grin.
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Daisuke walked alongside Ken silently. He didn't know what to make of Hikari's attitude towards him. What did he do to make her hate him so much? He just got there two days ago, and he already has an enemy, although this is one that he didn't expect. Ken looked at Daisuke as he watched the ground. He knew Daisuke was thinking about Hikari and why she acted towards him the way she did. He couldn't figure out why either. Since when had Hikari become so cold hearted?

"You alright?" he asked Daisuke.

"Sort of," Daisuke replied. "I just can't figure out why she's acting that way towards me. I didn't even do anything to her!"

"I'm wondering the same thing."

"What I did to her?" Daisuke asked, looking at Ken.

"No, why she's acting that way. The explanation of her remorse for her brother is quite overrated, so that's no answer. Maybe she's acting that way because she likes you."

"Because she likes me? Whoever heard of someone acting that way because they like someone?"

"It must be the hard-to-get approach. She's pushing you away because she likes you, and wants you to pursue her." There was a short silence between the two.

"Are you sure, or are you making this up?" Daisuke asked at last.

"It's just a mere guess," Ken said, shrugging.
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Ken and Daisuke came back with two trays of items. Ken's tray had a foot long hot dog and a soda for himself, and milkduds for Miyako. Daisuke had a slice of pizza and a soda for himself, and a carton of nachos and a soda for Hikari, who furrowed her eyebrows when he gave them to her. Ken convinced him to buy the food for her anyway, even though she would act like she didn't want it. She reluctantly took the food, not even saying 'thank you' to Daisuke, though he didn't expect her to anyway. She eventually ate the food, partly in light of her being quite hungry, and from the look she saw out of the corner of her eye that Miyako gave her. She watched the rest of the game in silence, while Ken, Miyako, and Daisuke, who obviously wasn't cheering for any team in particular, joined the rest of the crowd's ruckus.

Hikari wasn't really content with her feelings for this guy; there was more to it than that. She never told Miyako the real reason why she was acting that way towards Daisuke, or any other man for that matter. It was true that she liked him. He was handsome, obviously generous even though she had yet to really observe him, and he had a nice build. But that wasn't the case. She always acted that way when she was horny. She had been that way all day, even in class, but she had a good way of hiding it. Though Daisuke wasn't the cause of her situation, he indirectly amplified it. A few times during the game, she would catch herself casting sidelong glances at him as he cheered. She would look away when Ken would ask him something and focus her eyes back on the game, though she wasn't really focusing on it. She wanted it to end quickly so she could go home and satisfy her longing. She would have done it earlier before the game, but Miyako called her telling her to hurry up to the stadium. Hikari crossed her legs and folded her arms over her chest. She wished time would speed up.

'Why do my hormones act up at the worst of times?' she thought to herself. Here she was, in the middle of a large crowd, and ready for someone to bone her. In truth, she always wanted to have hot sex with someone in the middle of a large crowd. And on top of that, the one she wanted to do it to her was sitting right next to her! Hikari closed her eyes, trying to focus herself, which wasn't working much.

'I knew I should have went to the teacher's lounge on the third floor today,' she thought. Since no one hardly ever visited that room, she knew she would have had it all to herself. Then, she would have been able to masturbate the whole lunch period until her hand became raw. But that all changed when Miyako came to get her for lunch. Just the mere thought of being alone in that lounge, stretched out on the couch with her pants and underwear around her ankles, her shirt hiked up past her breasts and one hand massaging one breast while the other was busy pumping slowly in and out of her opening...

Hikari's eyes shot open when she realized what almost happened. Though her arms were still folded, they had moved down until one of her hands cupped her breast, and she was gently squeezing it, breathing out very soft moans. Luckily, no one either noticed her, or they were too absorbed in the game to pay her any mind. This was too much for her. She abruptly got up, noticing as she did the wetness she felt between her legs, though the dress she had on hid any spot from view, and made her way out of the aisle, taking the empty nacho tray and soda cup with her.

"Where are you going?" Miyako asked her.

"Home," Hikari said bluntly as she passed her friend.

"But it's only the third quarter," Ken said.

"I don't care, I'm ready to go." She got out of the aisle, walked down the stand steps and into the entryway, throwing the trash in a nearby trashcan. She was really ticked at herself. How could she get all hot and bothered about a guy she just barely met? Sure, she's had fantasies of guys she wishes she could have sex with, some of whom were movie stars, most of whom she saw just walking around and she thought they looked good, but what is so special about this guy that she just had to have him?

Daisuke watched her go. "Uh..." he started.

"It's not your fault," Miyako and Ken said at the same time.
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Hikari rushed home, though she only did five over the speed limit so as to not get pulled over by any cops. She just had to get away from that place and by herself before she did something she would regret. Thoughts upon thoughts of playing with herself kept running through her mind, even some thoughts of Daisuke toying with her and making her lose control. By the time she reached her apartment complex, she was a nervous wreck.

"I really need to control myself," she said to herself as she opened the door to her apartment. Her cat, Neko (which, by the way, is "cat" in Japanese for anyone who doesn't know), greeted her at the door. She bent down and petted her.

"Hey," she said with a smile. She straightened back up and went into the kitchen, grabbing the cat's bowl from the floor. She got some milk out of the fridge and poured her some.

"Mommy's going to bed now," she said, petting her again as she set the bowl on the floor. Neko looked at her and let out a small meow. Hikari often wondered what mixed breed of a cat this was. Though naturally born, it was white with purple-tipped ears that split into three parts, a longer than usual tail that was also purple tipped and split into three ways, and bigger than usual feet. She picked this one because the pound originally thought it was going to die from being a crossbreed. Somehow, it survived, and Hikari bought it.

She stood up and made her way to her room. Once there, she stripped off all of her clothing, underwear and all, turned off her phone so Miyako wouldn't call her, took her shower, and got into bed still naked. Sleep didn't claim her as fast as she wanted. The main reason that she bolted out of the stadium was so she wouldn't do anything stupid. She wanted to forget everything that happened today, so she could be ready for the next day. Unfortunately, she was still slightly horny. She knew she would have to satisfy herself, because if she didn't she was going to have a sleepless night.

"I don't want to go through that again," she said to herself as she reached across to open her nightstand drawer and take out a purple vibrator and a bottle of lube. She turned on the lamp and pushed her covers back so she could see what she was doing. She loved to watch as she pleased herself. She often thought about getting a ceiling mirror and placing it above her bed just so she could look at herself.

Hikari turned on the vibrator, listening to its hum for a second. She then placed her tongue near the base of the vibrator, and slowly licked it up towards the tip. When she got to the tip, she slid her mouth over it and began moving it in and out as if she were giving a blowjob. While she did this, she used two of her fingers to rub at her swollen vagina, which made her move her hips to her actions. After a few moments of this, she slid the vibrator down her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, and stopped at the light patch of hair above her clit. She grabbed the lube off of the nightstand and, holding it in one hand, placed the vibrator on her clit, and began moving it around.

"Mmmnh," she moaned as she bit her lip. She spread her legs a bit more as she moved the vibrator to her opening and began toying with her lips, squirting the lube onto herself as she did so. She then pushed the vibrator into her opening, reveling at the stimulating sensation that it was giving her. She gave a soft squeak as she squirted more lube onto the vibrator and started pushing it in and out at a good pace, moving her hips along with her motion. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she went faster, panting heavily. She knew she was coming close to her climax, and she didn't want to miss seeing her orgasm. She looked down as she pulled the vibrator out, feeling her orgasm hit, sending her juices oozing out onto the bed.

'Oops,' she thought, getting out of bed to change her sheets. 'I completely forgot about that.' She took the sheets to the washing machine in the hallway, and grabbed fresh ones from the shelf above.

"I really have to kick this habit," she said. "Or at least get a towel before I do it." After changing her sheets, she hopped back into bed, still naked of course, and went to sleep.
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"Did you get a hold of her?" Ken asked Miyako as he took her home.

"No. I tried five times, and all I got was her answering machine," Miyako said as she put up her cell phone. "I'll just talk to her tomorrow."

"At any rate, that was a really close game."

"Yeah. Too bad the Lakers lost, though. Thirty-six to thirty-five."

"I still think they should have put Magic in that final play. At least the would've had a chance."

"No offense, but it probably wouldn't have mattered."

"You may be right." He pulled up in front of her apartment complex. He got out of the car, went over to the passenger side, and opened the door for Miyako, who was startled when he got out.

"What was that all about?" she asked as she got out.

"Proper etiquette," Ken said with a smile. Miyako frowned at him.

"You just want me to forgive you for being late, don't you?"

"Huh?"

"Just don't do it on our next date," she said, walking past him to the stairs. Ken stood there for a moment.

"Did I miss something?" he asked himself. Suddenly, he felt a peck on his cheek. He turned his head to see Miyako grinning at him.

"I had a nice time tonight," she said sweetly. "I hope we can do this again someday." With that, she turned and walked back to the stairs of the complex. Ken watched her go up the stairs. When she was out of sight, he did a small hop and pumped his fists in the air.

"Yeehaa!" he cried, but not so loud so as to wake anyone. He danced over to the driver side of his car, got in and drove off, visions of him and Miyako together dancing in his mind.
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Daisuke slowly opened the door to the apartment and poked his head in. He so didn't want a re-hash of last night, so he listened for any sounds that shouldn't be there. After hearing nothing, he crept inside, taking off his shoes and closing the door silently.

'Man, what a night,' he thought. Aside from Hikari acting weird towards him, he had a pretty good night. He never thought that basketball could be so fun. 'I'll have to look more into it.'

As he rounded the corner, he saw something out of the corner of his eye swinging towards him. He instantly ducked out of the way, avoiding his sister's fist.

"Woman, what in the world are you doing?!" He cried, flipping on the light switch.

"Why didn't you invite me to the basketball game tonight?!" she exclaimed.

"First of all, I didn't know you like basketball" he said, glaring at her. "Plus, I only had one ticket."

"Where'd you get tickets?"

"My friend Ken bought them. It was a two for two special. Besides, didn't you go somewhere with Matt anyway?"

"That's not the point, you still could have told me."

"Whatever. How was class?"

"Boring, as usual. Who won?"

"The Panthers. It was a really close game though." He began walking towards his room.

"Who'd you cheer for?"

"No one, really. I don't know that much about basketball."

"What a shame, soccer brain," Jun teased.

"Stuff it, nutcase," he said, going into his room to get ready for bed.