Hana Kimi Fan Fiction ❯ Common Ground ❯ Part the Sixth ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: vampyremiyu 
It's time to talk! But will Julia's impulses get the better of her when she's alone with Nakatsu? Told from her point of view.
Anime/Manga: Hana Kimi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.09.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 344 | Status: Completed
It's time to talk! But will Julia's impulses get the better of her when she's alone with Nakatsu? Told from her point of view.
Anime/Manga: Hana Kimi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.09.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 344 | Status: Completed
COMMON GROUND
A Hana Kimi challenge fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Another quickie. And still a tease I'm afraid. Read at your own risk! Told from Julia's point of view. Things are heating up in the hot tub! Still no lemon, but the next chapter should be more...fruitful. ^_^
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hana Kimi or the characters in this story. I am simply borrowing them for my own amusement. I do hope Nakajo-sensei will forgive me.
Part the Sixth - Melting the Ice
God I'm so embarrassed!
"We need to talk!"
Not only did I manage to make a mess of myself at dinner. Thinking things I shouldn't, go figure. Like I could help it! Sano's comment forced me to look at Nakatsu, only to catch a glimpse of his profile...and his butt. I'm shameless!
"You go first!"
Not only did I nearly die happy with a mere glance from those beautiful chocolate eyes. Several in fact. He was trying to see my reactions to his somewhat suggestive remarks. I looked away as quickly as possible so he couldn't see the look of excitement I knew would manifest. The blush probably gave me away though.
"Do you remember last night?"
Not only have I managed to embarrass myself to the fullest extent possible for one day, but I can't control my breathing. I can't believe he's this close! I wonder if he'd look just as hot if he dunked himself under completely and came up soaking wet.
"Yes!"
He remembers! Dear, sweet God he remembers!
My heart's doing somersaults and I suddenly feel cold, despite the warmth of the hot tub we now share. My breathing automatically quicken and I have to avert my eyes before I start looking at places I shouldn't.
It was a set-up from the beginning. No, not Mizuki's plan, but Sano's. When he came into the pavilion asking for Mizuki's help, he was awfully vague. Calmly, he avoided my questions and waved off any attempts I made to keep Mizuki with me.
I don't want to admit to using my best friend as a shield against the monkey, but that's what I tried to do. I knew I had to talk to him, but I didn't want to be alone in his presence. I didn't trust myself to NOT screw up any attempt at decent conversation.
And I certainly didn't want to jump him!
Well, I did. Still do! The whole reason I did the little striptease with the towel was to get him into the hot tub. I'm sure my two-piece bathing suit helped.
It shouldn't be this complicated!
We really do need to talk.
Admittedly, I feel better having gotten the basic question off my chest. But so many others take its place. What's his favorite music group? His favorite food? His blood type? His star sign? I know so little about this guy that I don't even know where to begin!
Oh! And how about "Did you enjoy it?!"
How do I answer his questions in return? He has to have a few. Okay, a lot! But I'm not sure I want to tell him everything about myself. I've done more embarrassing things than spilling a noodle bowl on myself. And a few things I'm not proud of. Things Mizuki doesn't even know about me.
What the hell do I say now?!
"I'm...glad."
Eh?
He looks much more relaxed, but his gaze is diverted to one side. I dare a glance in that direction and find nothing of interest. Okay, so he's as nervous as me. And embarrassed. I can see a light shade of red from his forehead all the way into the water.
How far down does it go I wonder?
Clearing my throat I ask, "Glad about what?"
He thinks before replying, "Glad you remember."
"Oh." Not the most intuitive of responses on my part. Idiot! Say something more intelligent! "I'm glad too." No, no, no! In-tel-li-gent! Not stupid!
"So...you're not...angry? At me?"
"No," I reply instantly. "I'm...more surprised you're not mad at me."
Eyes widen as he dares a look at me. "Why would I be angry with you?"
"You were drunker than me...."
"I can hold my alcohol just fine!"
"You reeked of beer! Lucky you could stand on your own two feet!"
"What about you Miss 'I'll drink you all under the table'?"
"I wasn't too drunk to not know what I was doing!"
"Well neither was I!"
There's a moment of silence as our words, angry as they are, sink into our heads.
Did we just confess something?
"You wanted it?"
The question is spoken low and again in unison.
How did we develop this unique ability anyway?
Thoughts run through my head, and I can see the wheels turning for him too. Where I was already in tune with my thoughts -- yeah, I wanted it, or I wouldn't have done it, impulsive or no -- Nakatsu seemed to be struggling with his emotions.
"Wow.... Did you really--?"
"Yes. You?"
"Yeah."
"Wow."
"This is...."
It hurts to see the indecision on his face. A grimace of pain is noticeable as he shakes his head in disbelief. Both of his hands run through his hair in a show of nervousness.
"Embarrassing?"
"Totally."
He won't look at me. Dammit look at me! But he seems so lost in thought that I'm afraid to speak. Words fail to form coherently anyway. I'm shaking, but not from cold. Unsure of what to do next, I move to get out of the hot tub.
"Wait!"
I pause, turning slowly to face him. My own eyes stare at a spot on the water. There's nothing there, save for bubbles. But I act like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
"What?"
"Did you...? I mean...how do you...? What...? Oh hell! I don't know how to ask you if you enjoyed it or not?! I always screw these things up! And it's a bad question -- did you enjoy it? I'm not sure I really want to know. I don't know--!"
His ranting comes to a halt as I interject, "Did you?"
I can see his surprise in his reflection on the water. I'm still too nervous to actually look at him. His mouth opens and closes several times and the wheel continue to turn in his head. Slowly a smile forms on his lips. Daringly I see him look at me directly.
I, too, decide to look up. Mesmerized by those beautiful eyes of his and the smile playing at his mouth, I stare dumbly. I'm still shaking, but out of anticipation more than fear.
"Yeah, I did. It was...it was good."
He's not undecided bout last night.
"It was, wasn't it."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah."
"So?"
He's undecided about where to go from here. I can't blame him. I'm worried too.
"So...."
Where do we go from here?
Relief is visible in his shoulders, his stance. More weight has been lifted. I dare a smile as my shaking slows and I'm able to feel calmer. It feels good to have the worst behind us. And we managed not to kill each other in the process. We can have a decent conversation without fighting or yelling. Who'd have thought?
I'm giddy -- stupid, ditzy schoolgirl giddy -- yet still apprehensive.
There's still so much to talk about. Many burning questions are still left unanswered, but words fail us both. Our eyes are locked and all we can do is stare.
Many emotions ran rampant behind those brown eyes of his. I finally take notice of his broad shoulders and muscular chest. I honestly never thought he was so well structured, so in shape. But he is a soccer player and he works out. It shows! Embarrassed by my roving gaze, his hands run though his hair again.
God that's so sexy!
But this silence is killing me!
Impulsive as I am, I decide to do something about it.
I kiss him.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
A Hana Kimi challenge fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Another quickie. And still a tease I'm afraid. Read at your own risk! Told from Julia's point of view. Things are heating up in the hot tub! Still no lemon, but the next chapter should be more...fruitful. ^_^
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hana Kimi or the characters in this story. I am simply borrowing them for my own amusement. I do hope Nakajo-sensei will forgive me.
Part the Sixth - Melting the Ice
God I'm so embarrassed!
"We need to talk!"
Not only did I manage to make a mess of myself at dinner. Thinking things I shouldn't, go figure. Like I could help it! Sano's comment forced me to look at Nakatsu, only to catch a glimpse of his profile...and his butt. I'm shameless!
"You go first!"
Not only did I nearly die happy with a mere glance from those beautiful chocolate eyes. Several in fact. He was trying to see my reactions to his somewhat suggestive remarks. I looked away as quickly as possible so he couldn't see the look of excitement I knew would manifest. The blush probably gave me away though.
"Do you remember last night?"
Not only have I managed to embarrass myself to the fullest extent possible for one day, but I can't control my breathing. I can't believe he's this close! I wonder if he'd look just as hot if he dunked himself under completely and came up soaking wet.
"Yes!"
He remembers! Dear, sweet God he remembers!
My heart's doing somersaults and I suddenly feel cold, despite the warmth of the hot tub we now share. My breathing automatically quicken and I have to avert my eyes before I start looking at places I shouldn't.
It was a set-up from the beginning. No, not Mizuki's plan, but Sano's. When he came into the pavilion asking for Mizuki's help, he was awfully vague. Calmly, he avoided my questions and waved off any attempts I made to keep Mizuki with me.
I don't want to admit to using my best friend as a shield against the monkey, but that's what I tried to do. I knew I had to talk to him, but I didn't want to be alone in his presence. I didn't trust myself to NOT screw up any attempt at decent conversation.
And I certainly didn't want to jump him!
Well, I did. Still do! The whole reason I did the little striptease with the towel was to get him into the hot tub. I'm sure my two-piece bathing suit helped.
It shouldn't be this complicated!
We really do need to talk.
Admittedly, I feel better having gotten the basic question off my chest. But so many others take its place. What's his favorite music group? His favorite food? His blood type? His star sign? I know so little about this guy that I don't even know where to begin!
Oh! And how about "Did you enjoy it?!"
How do I answer his questions in return? He has to have a few. Okay, a lot! But I'm not sure I want to tell him everything about myself. I've done more embarrassing things than spilling a noodle bowl on myself. And a few things I'm not proud of. Things Mizuki doesn't even know about me.
What the hell do I say now?!
"I'm...glad."
Eh?
He looks much more relaxed, but his gaze is diverted to one side. I dare a glance in that direction and find nothing of interest. Okay, so he's as nervous as me. And embarrassed. I can see a light shade of red from his forehead all the way into the water.
How far down does it go I wonder?
Clearing my throat I ask, "Glad about what?"
He thinks before replying, "Glad you remember."
"Oh." Not the most intuitive of responses on my part. Idiot! Say something more intelligent! "I'm glad too." No, no, no! In-tel-li-gent! Not stupid!
"So...you're not...angry? At me?"
"No," I reply instantly. "I'm...more surprised you're not mad at me."
Eyes widen as he dares a look at me. "Why would I be angry with you?"
"You were drunker than me...."
"I can hold my alcohol just fine!"
"You reeked of beer! Lucky you could stand on your own two feet!"
"What about you Miss 'I'll drink you all under the table'?"
"I wasn't too drunk to not know what I was doing!"
"Well neither was I!"
There's a moment of silence as our words, angry as they are, sink into our heads.
Did we just confess something?
"You wanted it?"
The question is spoken low and again in unison.
How did we develop this unique ability anyway?
Thoughts run through my head, and I can see the wheels turning for him too. Where I was already in tune with my thoughts -- yeah, I wanted it, or I wouldn't have done it, impulsive or no -- Nakatsu seemed to be struggling with his emotions.
"Wow.... Did you really--?"
"Yes. You?"
"Yeah."
"Wow."
"This is...."
It hurts to see the indecision on his face. A grimace of pain is noticeable as he shakes his head in disbelief. Both of his hands run through his hair in a show of nervousness.
"Embarrassing?"
"Totally."
He won't look at me. Dammit look at me! But he seems so lost in thought that I'm afraid to speak. Words fail to form coherently anyway. I'm shaking, but not from cold. Unsure of what to do next, I move to get out of the hot tub.
"Wait!"
I pause, turning slowly to face him. My own eyes stare at a spot on the water. There's nothing there, save for bubbles. But I act like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
"What?"
"Did you...? I mean...how do you...? What...? Oh hell! I don't know how to ask you if you enjoyed it or not?! I always screw these things up! And it's a bad question -- did you enjoy it? I'm not sure I really want to know. I don't know--!"
His ranting comes to a halt as I interject, "Did you?"
I can see his surprise in his reflection on the water. I'm still too nervous to actually look at him. His mouth opens and closes several times and the wheel continue to turn in his head. Slowly a smile forms on his lips. Daringly I see him look at me directly.
I, too, decide to look up. Mesmerized by those beautiful eyes of his and the smile playing at his mouth, I stare dumbly. I'm still shaking, but out of anticipation more than fear.
"Yeah, I did. It was...it was good."
He's not undecided bout last night.
"It was, wasn't it."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah."
"So?"
He's undecided about where to go from here. I can't blame him. I'm worried too.
"So...."
Where do we go from here?
Relief is visible in his shoulders, his stance. More weight has been lifted. I dare a smile as my shaking slows and I'm able to feel calmer. It feels good to have the worst behind us. And we managed not to kill each other in the process. We can have a decent conversation without fighting or yelling. Who'd have thought?
I'm giddy -- stupid, ditzy schoolgirl giddy -- yet still apprehensive.
There's still so much to talk about. Many burning questions are still left unanswered, but words fail us both. Our eyes are locked and all we can do is stare.
Many emotions ran rampant behind those brown eyes of his. I finally take notice of his broad shoulders and muscular chest. I honestly never thought he was so well structured, so in shape. But he is a soccer player and he works out. It shows! Embarrassed by my roving gaze, his hands run though his hair again.
God that's so sexy!
But this silence is killing me!
Impulsive as I am, I decide to do something about it.
I kiss him.
~TO BE CONTINUED~