Hana Kimi Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Liaisons ❯ Summer Liaisons ( Chapter 3 )

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

Hello everyone (....dead silence....). I finally got to read the sixth volume, and learned that my story’s taking place in Hokkaido. I also learned about that whole karate thing that Mizuki got into, that Julia becomes and exchange student at St. Blossom, and that Nakatsu actually professed his love. Since that last one doesn’t fit with my story, lets just pretend he didn’t. Does that work for everyone (....dead silence....) Okay! On with chapter 3!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Hana Kimi or any of the characters.

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The severe screech of a coach’s whistle sounded through the air as the sweaty athletes continued their drill. Run, jump, twist, arch, land. Over and over again the nimble teenagers continued to exert themselves in the hope of improvement. The extreme amount of effort the young men were exerting seemed to have had the desired result, as not a single one of them had hit the pole during their current exercise. With another sound from the hated whistle, Sano Izumi ran forward, focused only on the task at hand. Controlling his physique masterfully, he twirled his body in the air, curving it like a bow.

Exhaling, Sano enjoyed what he considered the best part about the high jump, the moment where he seemed to hover in mid-air above the delicate bar. Time seemed to stop for the tall high jumper as he cut through the air, the warm wind ruffling his damp hair. He felt like he was flying.....

A moment later, time started up again and the world rushed backed to Sano as he landed perfectly. The wind died down and the gritty smell of asphalt, pollution, and sweaty males returned the tired young man.

“Great job, Sano!” Cheered the young athlete’s number one fan, Ashiya Mizuki. Having traveled across an ocean to meet him, Mizuki felt that she was indeed worthy of the title of number one fan. “That had be your best one yet!” She stated exuberantly, showing him the statistics she had posted on her personal clip-board.

“You .....think so?”Sano asked, placing his hands on his knees as he willed his breath to return to him. Staring up, the young man’s already depleted air supply was cut off as he basked in the glow of Mizuki’s smile.

“Uhuh!” Mizuki replied, nodding her head ebulliently. “See, You’ve beaten your best record! I know your going to win the next match against Kagurazaka!” Stated the nimble athlete, referring to the match that would take place two weeks from tomorrow.

“Uhhh ....yeah....”Sano replied, blushing due to the boisterous attention he was receiving.

“So Sano, do you think practice is going to be ending soon?” The lithe brunette questioned, noticing her companion’s lost energy.

“Yeah, pretty soon. This was our last drill, hopefully.” He replied. Standing up fully, Sano looked over to the coach.

“Great job, guys. Go hit the showers!” The stout man shouted. With that said, the weary adolescents lumbered to the locker rooms. But before Sano could reach them, the coach hailed him over.

“Sano!” He called, waving his large hands frantically. “Now, Sano, because of the big match coming up, I want to up your practice time. Be here every morning at seven.” That stated, the coach left, not leaving any room for argument.

“Great....”The tired track start stated cynically, imagining the sore muscles he was bound to have acquired by the end of the week.

“Don’t worry, Sano..... I’m sure it’s all for the best.” Mizuki stated, hoping to instill some hope and confidence.

“Yeah, probably..... Just let me get cleaned up, then we can go catch that movie.” He replied, ruffling his companion’s brown hair.

“Okay!” Mizuki replied, watching his lean form walk off. With a sigh, she sat down as she waited for him.


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“So which movie do you want to see, Ashiya? ....Ashiya?” Sano inquired, staring at the daydreaming cross-dresser next to him. Giving her a poke, he was able to bring Mizuki back into reality.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, blushing furiously. “I ....uhhhhh...” She hesitated, searching for a potential answer to Sano’s question. Chuckling, Sano reiterated his question.

“Well ...I don’t know.” She replied. “Oh, how about that one? I didn’t know that was out.” Mizuki stated, pointing to the caption for the latest film.

“Ummmm.....” Sano remarked, unwilling to divulge his true feelings concerning said movie. ‘Isn’t that a chick flick?’ He thought woefully.

“....Sure....” The track star said, less than thrilled. He had not been planning on attending a film titled Sweet Temptations.

‘This is going to suck.’ He thought miserably. Mizuki, on the other hand, was ecstatic as she jumped up and down in place, relieving herself of her overly abundant energy.

“Sano, this is going to be great! Julia told me all about it when she saw it in America. It’s supposed to be awesome! Hey, let’s get popcorn!” The happy athlete stated, unaware of how girlish she appeared at the moment. Inwardly groaning, Sano followed her lead towards the ticket line.

After buying tickets, making their way through line for sustenance, and finding adequate seats in the back of the theater, Sano and Mizuki settled themselves, prepared for two and a half hours of non-stop sitting. Sipping at her diet coke happily, Mizuki chanced a peek at her companion.

‘He’s asleep again..... ’ She thought, no longer miffed when Sano decided to take another one of his inappropriate naps. Mizuki decided to let him rest, understanding that he had expunged much of his energy earlier that day. She started to dally in thoughts that one day her tall friend would take a nap and just never wake-up from it when she came to a sudden realization as to why Sano may be so tired.

‘I hope I didn’t hurt him when I fell on him!’ The young woman thought suddenly. Lost in thoughts of injured Sanos, Mizuki did not notice when her companion’s head landed softly upon her shoulder. It was not until the lights dimmed and the previews began to roll that Mizuki was pulled out of her reverie. Turning to her companion, she suddenly made a sound that most would say resembled a squeak as she expressed her surprise at having her crush’s cranium resting upon her clavicle.

‘Oh!!!!!’ She thought, blushing madly. “Ummmm..... Sano....” Mizuki whispered, trying vainly not to disturb her fellow movie-goers anymore than she already had. When that tactic did not work, she attempted to poke him, sighing in defeat when that as well did not work.

‘He’ll wake up eventually. I’ll just fill him in.’ Mizuki thought resolutely as the film’s soft music began to fill the theater. ‘Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around, with the girl resting her head on the guy’s shoulder?’ She thought, unconsciously resting her head upon Sano’s, taking in the smell of his freshly-washed hair.

So, the lithe brunette continued to watch her movie, laughing, gasping, and crying when said action was appropriate. Unable to wake Sano to ask, Mizuki just decided to borrow his snacks, repeatedly dipping her hand into the large bucket of popcorn nestled right between Sano’s thighs. It was during one of these moments that the high jumper woke up.

‘What... the movie’s started? Oh My God! Why is her hand there!?!?!’ He thought frantically. Suddenly realizing both of their positions, he jerked his body away from Mizuki and sat in his chair, his body stiff.

“Oh, Sano!” Mizuki whispered. “You’re finally awake.”

“Uhhh....y-yeah.” The tall athlete stuttered, his face covered in a tomato-red flush. “What were.... ummmm...... what were you doing?”


“Getting some popcorn.”Mizuki replied innocently. She then proceeded to explain to Sano what had transpired in the film during his slumber. It seemed, to Sano at least, that he had not missed much. He had woken up to height of the film, when the forbidden lovers gave into temptation.

Becoming more uncomfortable, Sano continued to watch the love scene upon the screen, transfixed and only too aware of where Mizuki’s hand had been earlier. The young athlete became even more tense as his friend placed her hand once again in the bucket, reaching for the salty substance. Unintentionally, the young man widened the gap between his legs.

“Ummmm....here” Sano stated, giving Mizuki the popcorn as his face took on an even deeper shade of red. “You have it.”

“Oh! Thank you, Sano!” Mizuki replied, graciously. She then placed the container between her own perfect thighs and started to eat once again. Slumping down in his chair, Sano began to visibly relax.

The hated love scene continued on for a few more minutes, leaving the high jumper irritated for obvious reasons. Not willing to look at the screen any longer, Sano’s eyes wandered throughout the theater, casually glancing at his fellow viewers as he ignored the continuous gasps and moans of the actors.

After a few trips around the audience, Sano came to the realization that the young man three rows down and to the left was turning around to glance back more often than needed. Upon further inspection, he soon found out that the said individual was staring at someone near him... Mizuki.

‘That bastard! He’s checking her out!’ He thought vehemently. After spending the agony of a summer vacation with the almost rapist Makita, Sano had become incredibly protective of Mizuki, especially concerning her interaction with unknown males. When the strange man looked back once again, Sano decided to send a message to idiot and placed an arm around Mizuki’s shoulders. Upon witnessing the stranger’s surprise and surrender, Sano treated himself to victory smirk. Mizuki, on the other hand, had acquired a blush to match the one Sano had been sporting a few minutes prior.

‘What on Earth is he doing? He’s not gay, is he?’ the nymph-like student thought, confused. Unable to come to a logical conclusion, and by far to embarrassed to ask, Mizuki resigned herself to blissful ignorance as she leaned into his hold, resting her head upon his shoulder. Sighing, the young athlete dazedly thought that her position was really not that bad. The two remained in that way for the rest of the movie. Once the film ended, the two Osaka High residents separated and made their way to the exit.

The balmy night air surrounded the two as they began their walk home, creating an ethereal feel to the already surreal night. The two kept their conversation light, talking mostly about practice and the movie. Sano felt no need to explain his odd behavior in the theater, and Mizuki felt no need to ask, wondering if it would happen again. Upon entering Sano’s block, Mizuki took her companion’s hand and ran the rest of the way.

“Sano!” Mizuki said with a laugh, having no real reason to do so but for the sole enjoyment she felt when saying his name. She felt her comrade increase his speed, running parallel with her, their hands still clasped. The orange street lights passed by them in a blur, the sounds of their feet hitting the earth and their sheer merriment echoing throughout the cul de sac. Mizuki felt like she was in heaven, like she was flying.

All to soon, though, they reached Sano’s home and had to stop, breathless for reasons other than their jog. Opening the door, the two tip-toed in, quite sure that the residents of the house were asleep.

“Hey, Ashiya, why did you do that anyway?” Sano inquired once they reached the relative security of his room.

“I could ask you the same question, Sano.” Mizuki replied. Unable to answer, both fell into silence, the solid concrete of the house sucking up the dreamlike feel the outside world created. Sano then left the room to change and brush his teeth, leaving the nimble brunette to her thoughts.

‘Why did I do that anyway.....?’ She wondered. Mizuki didn’t feel sorry for it though. She had loved it. ‘I felt so close to him.....’

Sano returned the moment Mizuki finished changing. He then lumbered to the bed that had been designated as his own, and plopped himself upon it. Setting the alarm clock, Mizuki sat on her bed, suddenly very tired. The light off, the two exchanged nightly pleasantries before finding comfortable positions.

“Sano.....?” Mizuki questioned a little while later, half-awake.

“Hmmmmmm?” Sano replied, to tired to form actual words.

“Sano..... I want you to call me Mizuki from now on.” That said, the sleepy cross-dresser fell into a deep slumber. Sano, on the other hand, was thrown forcefully from any possibility of sleep within the next few hours.

‘She does....?’ He thought, his breath catching in his throat.

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Well, what did you all think (.....dead silence.....)? I’m trying to bring romance into the story, but I think I’m confusing it with sexual tension. They’re both good though, so it doesn’t matter either way. Just to let you all know, I have no earthly idea if there is an actual movie out there called Sweet Temptations. For all I know, there is, and it’s some huge blockbuster...... I wouldn’t know. Oh, and for anyone who cares, I’m a visual artist by nature and have a gallery up in Deviantart. Go check my stuff out at http://Sarah17.deviantart.com/ I eventually plan to make some Hana Kimi fanart centered around my fanfic. Well, email me and tell me what you think!