His And Her Circumstances Fan Fiction ❯ Pictures of Matchstick Men ❯ Piramus and Thisby ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Ssinurn Solen 
"No don't!" Asaba said in a panic, "She will go ballistic if she knows I have been drawing her. I mean, she has the perfect body, artistically speaking. She is like one of those Greek statues."
"Hard as stone and cold as ice." Sakura spat.
Anime/Manga: His And Her Circumstances Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.28.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
"No don't!" Asaba said in a panic, "She will go ballistic if she knows I have been drawing her. I mean, she has the perfect body, artistically speaking. She is like one of those Greek statues."
"Hard as stone and cold as ice." Sakura spat.
Anime/Manga: His And Her Circumstances Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.28.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
Chapter 3: Piramus and Thisby
The next few days were difficult for both Asaba and Annie.
They avoided each other in the halls at school. They refused to look at each other if they passed on the path to their respective apartments. they were both, eerily quiet. So much that Arima wondered if Asaba was sick.
"Just a minute," Asaba said as he went to answer the door. Arima, Yukino, Sakura, Tonami, and the rest of his friends stood there with plates of food.
"What is all of this? I can cook , you know."
"You have been acting like you were sick so we came over to help out." Yukino cheerfully said as she pushed her way into the door.
One by one they put their dishes in the kitchen so Asaba, and everyone else, could pick and choose.
"Thanks, but I really am doing fine. You didn't need to go to all the trouble."
"No trouble at all," Aya said as she looked at the mess of artwork that littered the living room.
"Wow, is this Annie?" Rika asked as she tried to carefully push aside some art supplies to sit down, "Why don't you put this one in one of your exhibits, it is way better than the stuff you have been showing."
"Hey Rika, here's another drawing of Annie. Oh she looks so sweet and pretty in this one."
"Yeah, that makes her look innocent. Not like the foul mouthed terror we all know she is."
"She is nice to me, Sakura."
"Are you really that dense, Tonami? It is because you are a guy. She is as shameless as Asapin. She is after your body, and then she will toss you aside. Just like she does every other guy she flirts with."
"Well, she is not very nice to me."
"That is because the two of you are too much alike, Asapin." Maho added, "And you are right next door. Perhaps I should go and invite her over."
"No don't!" Asaba said in a panic, "She will go ballistic if she knows I have been drawing her. I mean, she has the perfect body, artistically speaking. She is like one of those Greek statues."
"Hard as stone and cold as ice." Sakura spat.
"Quit it! You just quit talking about her that way! She has just had it rough!"
"Jeez Asapin, there is no need to get so worked up."
Arima started laughing and Yukino followed him.
"Don't you two start, Or I will kick both of your asses out of here."
"Start what?" Aya said, mildly confused.
"He's in love with Takishiro."
"I already told you, Soichiro, I love all women."
"But there is only one Venus, and that is Annie Takishiro." Yukino added.
"Will you all please leave. I don't want to talk about that." He sullenly turned his eyes to the floor and opened the front door.
"Sorry, Asapin, I didn't mean to upset you. I'll go." Yukino said as she slowly made her way out the door.
"Well, looks like the party's over before it really got going. See you later." Maho said as they all slowly filed out.
"It's a good thing Takishiro is over at Piman's this evening. I don't need to make her cry more." He said to himself.
"Can I walk you home, Takishiro." Asaba said the next Monday after they got off of the bus, "It's not like it's a big deal. I live next door anyway."
"Whatever."
"I need to talk to you."
"What in the hell could you possibly have to say that I haven't heard already."
"Just shut up and listen for a minute. I am not going to tell anyone about you being a crybaby, okay. You can cry all you want. You don't have to drown it out anymore with that stupid song."
"Gee, thanks. So is there anything else you want to dangle over my head, asshole?"
"I am not dangling it over your head. I just won't say anything. I want to talk to you, that's all."
"Well I am not interested."
"Okay, just sit by the wall in the dining room and listen through the wall while I talk. That will be safe, if you are afraid I will do something. Which, I won't."
"Whatever."
"When we get home, I want you to give me an hour to talk, without you cranking up your stereo to drown me out, okay. One hour, that's all. Afterwards you can play your matchstick men song all you want."
"Alright, if it gets you off of my case,"
"Alright. I will bang on the wall when I am ready."
"You are not going to be jacking off on the other side, are you?"
"No! How in the hell could you think that?"
"That is what I thought you always did when you listened through the wall. Yes, I know you listen. You are a guy."
"Alright. Its a deal then?"
"Deal."
Asaba tapped softly on the dining room wall to make sure Annie was there. He did not tap too hard, in case she was. He knew that would only piss her off.
"I'm here, now start talking." the vice rang though the wall.
"Let me find the right page, okay. Listen:
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breath'd forth the sound that said, 'I hate,'
To me that languish'd for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And sav'd my life, saying- 'not you.'
"That's Shakespeare isn't it? You made me sit here so you could spout out a sonnet by Shakespeare? I didn't think your reading level was that high."
"I love Shakespeare. Especially, his sonnets. I really like poetry a lot. I have tons of books of poetry lying around here. I even write some myself, when I am not working on art for the next show."
"Why that one?"
"Because I thought the 145th sonnet best describes how I feel. I don't like it when you are always on my ass. It would be different if I really did anything to you. I haven't. The worse I have done is comment on your looks, hell every guy does that. Yet, I am the only one you chew out. I just wanted to know why."
"You really want to know?"
"Yeah, I do"
"It is a lot of things. You live next door. You live alone. You're hot as hell. You're a smooth talker. You are a lot smarter than you act. You have to be to be in our school. You have lots of women all over you. You're rich, on your own hard work, yet you still go to school. You have everything going your way. And well.."
"Well what?"
"I don't want to just be one of the crowd of women who flock to you."
"You mean, you like me?"
"Yeah. My dad is a real smooth talker too. I don't want to end up like my mom. You listen enough to the wall to know what she did, don't you?"
"Yeah, I heard."
"She let herself get too taken in by her own feelings, and when they came crashing down, she drank herself to death. Grandma told me it was an accident, but I know better."
"I am not your dad, and you are not your mom. Sure we have bits of them in us that we can't get rid of, but shit, we both need to get past that. I guess I treat women the way I do, because my dad won't. He hates women, or at least he acts like he does. Is there something you like to do, I mean, when nobody is watching."
"I like to sing. That is the reason I have the kareoke set up. I just look goofy when I sing."
Asaba chuckled," I think that is what kareoke is all about."
They continued to talk through the wall until long after the sun went down. They shared their likes and dislikes. They told each other about their goals in life.
"Will you come to my art show next week, Annie?"
"Alright, Asapin. And, you can come over to the next study group day after tomorrow."
"Hideaki."
"What?"
"Hideaki, it means Autumn Sunrise. My name. What does Annie mean?"
"Graceful mercy, I think. I will have to look it up."
"It's late. We should get to bed. "
"Yeah. Hideaki, good night."
"Good night, Annie."
Asaba woke up early and went to a nearby flower shop. He was not quite sure what flower to buy. She needed romance, but how far should he push it?
"Daisies are sweet. Maybe a bouquet?" he thought to himself.
"May I help you?" The florist said with a polite bow as she came up to him.
"I need something romantic, but not too forward. Do you have any suggestions?"
"How about a single rose? One rose is not too presumptuous, unless it is red. How about a white one, or a yellow one?"
"A white one would be perfect."
"Would you like to put a greeting with it?"
"No, just a small ribbon."
"Would you like it delivered?"
"No, I will take it there myself, thanks."
"Very well, here you are," she said as she put a thin white bow around the stem." Thank you, come again."
Asaba took the rose and put it just in front of Annie's door before heading off to school.
As Annie stepped out on the front step, she looked down to see the single white rose with a small white ribbon wrapped around the stem sitting there. She put down her bag and picked up the rose. The sweet scent made her feel calm all over. She looked to the window next door, to see if Hideaki was watching . She could not determine whether he was or not, but she smiled nonetheless. She picked up her bag and headed off for school.
Aya and Rika stared at Annie as she brushed the rose against her cheek during class. The lesson that day was on Persian poetry, and they were worried that their friend was not listening to the teacher.
"Takishiro, will you stand and read phrase thirty seven, please?"
"Ah, fill the Cup:- what boots it to repeat
How time is slipping underneath our feet:
Unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday,
Why fret about them if today be sweet!"
" And what is Omar Khayyam talking about in that verse?"
"He is saying that yesterday is gone and we don't know what will happen tomorrow. So, we must live in the now, make the most of it, and be true to ourselves."
"Very good, Takishiro. Saito, you take phrase thirty eight."
Annie sat down with a smug smile on her face. She continued to brush the petals of the rose against her cheek as the other students read aloud the rest of The Rubaiyat . The poem was very provocative and romantic. It sent shivers down her spine as she imagined Asaba becoming the male character in the poem. Her daydreaming was so overpowering, that she hardly noticed when class was over.
"Where is your head, Annie." Rika said to bring her out of her lucidity.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Rika. My mind was on the poem."
"Who gave you that rose, miss high and mighty ?" Tsubasa piped up.
"Oh, little miss better than everybody finally has the nerve to speak to me."
"How dare someone send you a rose!"
"Just shut up, Miss Bitch , Shibahime. It is from a secret admirer. There was no note. I just think it is sweet. One more moth for me to burn."
"How come miss foul mouth gets a rose and not me? I am much prettier than she is, Aya."
"Oh, who knows, and who cares. Besides, I know you get bouquets of flowers all of the time."
"Yeah, but I never get roses."
"C'mon Tsubasa. Lets go get some ice cream or something."
"Yeah, let miss foul mouth have her stinking rose!" Tsubasa said as she stormed out of the room.
Annie did not let Shibahime's taunts get to her. She took her lunch and wandered out into the hall to find a quiet place to eat. She wanted to go outside, but the rain was pouring down. She thought about how alike Tokyo and San Francisco were, at least where the weather was concerned.
"It is really pouring outside." Asaba said softly as he sat an arms length next to Annie. "Do you like it? My present?"
"It's beautiful, Hideaki. No one has ever given me flowers before. I told Aya that it was from a secret admirer. I am a bit nervous. I have a reputation to protect."
"I understand. I do too. I'm glad you like it, anyway." He looked at her. They were both blushing.
They both quickly turned their faces away. Asaba took a deep breath and stood up.
"See you later, womanizing jerk ." she said jokingly.
"After school, heartbreaker ." he said with bemusement.
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The next few days were difficult for both Asaba and Annie.
They avoided each other in the halls at school. They refused to look at each other if they passed on the path to their respective apartments. they were both, eerily quiet. So much that Arima wondered if Asaba was sick.
"Just a minute," Asaba said as he went to answer the door. Arima, Yukino, Sakura, Tonami, and the rest of his friends stood there with plates of food.
"What is all of this? I can cook , you know."
"You have been acting like you were sick so we came over to help out." Yukino cheerfully said as she pushed her way into the door.
One by one they put their dishes in the kitchen so Asaba, and everyone else, could pick and choose.
"Thanks, but I really am doing fine. You didn't need to go to all the trouble."
"No trouble at all," Aya said as she looked at the mess of artwork that littered the living room.
"Wow, is this Annie?" Rika asked as she tried to carefully push aside some art supplies to sit down, "Why don't you put this one in one of your exhibits, it is way better than the stuff you have been showing."
"Hey Rika, here's another drawing of Annie. Oh she looks so sweet and pretty in this one."
"Yeah, that makes her look innocent. Not like the foul mouthed terror we all know she is."
"She is nice to me, Sakura."
"Are you really that dense, Tonami? It is because you are a guy. She is as shameless as Asapin. She is after your body, and then she will toss you aside. Just like she does every other guy she flirts with."
"Well, she is not very nice to me."
"That is because the two of you are too much alike, Asapin." Maho added, "And you are right next door. Perhaps I should go and invite her over."
"No don't!" Asaba said in a panic, "She will go ballistic if she knows I have been drawing her. I mean, she has the perfect body, artistically speaking. She is like one of those Greek statues."
"Hard as stone and cold as ice." Sakura spat.
"Quit it! You just quit talking about her that way! She has just had it rough!"
"Jeez Asapin, there is no need to get so worked up."
Arima started laughing and Yukino followed him.
"Don't you two start, Or I will kick both of your asses out of here."
"Start what?" Aya said, mildly confused.
"He's in love with Takishiro."
"I already told you, Soichiro, I love all women."
"But there is only one Venus, and that is Annie Takishiro." Yukino added.
"Will you all please leave. I don't want to talk about that." He sullenly turned his eyes to the floor and opened the front door.
"Sorry, Asapin, I didn't mean to upset you. I'll go." Yukino said as she slowly made her way out the door.
"Well, looks like the party's over before it really got going. See you later." Maho said as they all slowly filed out.
"It's a good thing Takishiro is over at Piman's this evening. I don't need to make her cry more." He said to himself.
"Can I walk you home, Takishiro." Asaba said the next Monday after they got off of the bus, "It's not like it's a big deal. I live next door anyway."
"Whatever."
"I need to talk to you."
"What in the hell could you possibly have to say that I haven't heard already."
"Just shut up and listen for a minute. I am not going to tell anyone about you being a crybaby, okay. You can cry all you want. You don't have to drown it out anymore with that stupid song."
"Gee, thanks. So is there anything else you want to dangle over my head, asshole?"
"I am not dangling it over your head. I just won't say anything. I want to talk to you, that's all."
"Well I am not interested."
"Okay, just sit by the wall in the dining room and listen through the wall while I talk. That will be safe, if you are afraid I will do something. Which, I won't."
"Whatever."
"When we get home, I want you to give me an hour to talk, without you cranking up your stereo to drown me out, okay. One hour, that's all. Afterwards you can play your matchstick men song all you want."
"Alright, if it gets you off of my case,"
"Alright. I will bang on the wall when I am ready."
"You are not going to be jacking off on the other side, are you?"
"No! How in the hell could you think that?"
"That is what I thought you always did when you listened through the wall. Yes, I know you listen. You are a guy."
"Alright. Its a deal then?"
"Deal."
Asaba tapped softly on the dining room wall to make sure Annie was there. He did not tap too hard, in case she was. He knew that would only piss her off.
"I'm here, now start talking." the vice rang though the wall.
"Let me find the right page, okay. Listen:
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breath'd forth the sound that said, 'I hate,'
To me that languish'd for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And sav'd my life, saying- 'not you.'
"That's Shakespeare isn't it? You made me sit here so you could spout out a sonnet by Shakespeare? I didn't think your reading level was that high."
"I love Shakespeare. Especially, his sonnets. I really like poetry a lot. I have tons of books of poetry lying around here. I even write some myself, when I am not working on art for the next show."
"Why that one?"
"Because I thought the 145th sonnet best describes how I feel. I don't like it when you are always on my ass. It would be different if I really did anything to you. I haven't. The worse I have done is comment on your looks, hell every guy does that. Yet, I am the only one you chew out. I just wanted to know why."
"You really want to know?"
"Yeah, I do"
"It is a lot of things. You live next door. You live alone. You're hot as hell. You're a smooth talker. You are a lot smarter than you act. You have to be to be in our school. You have lots of women all over you. You're rich, on your own hard work, yet you still go to school. You have everything going your way. And well.."
"Well what?"
"I don't want to just be one of the crowd of women who flock to you."
"You mean, you like me?"
"Yeah. My dad is a real smooth talker too. I don't want to end up like my mom. You listen enough to the wall to know what she did, don't you?"
"Yeah, I heard."
"She let herself get too taken in by her own feelings, and when they came crashing down, she drank herself to death. Grandma told me it was an accident, but I know better."
"I am not your dad, and you are not your mom. Sure we have bits of them in us that we can't get rid of, but shit, we both need to get past that. I guess I treat women the way I do, because my dad won't. He hates women, or at least he acts like he does. Is there something you like to do, I mean, when nobody is watching."
"I like to sing. That is the reason I have the kareoke set up. I just look goofy when I sing."
Asaba chuckled," I think that is what kareoke is all about."
They continued to talk through the wall until long after the sun went down. They shared their likes and dislikes. They told each other about their goals in life.
"Will you come to my art show next week, Annie?"
"Alright, Asapin. And, you can come over to the next study group day after tomorrow."
"Hideaki."
"What?"
"Hideaki, it means Autumn Sunrise. My name. What does Annie mean?"
"Graceful mercy, I think. I will have to look it up."
"It's late. We should get to bed. "
"Yeah. Hideaki, good night."
"Good night, Annie."
Asaba woke up early and went to a nearby flower shop. He was not quite sure what flower to buy. She needed romance, but how far should he push it?
"Daisies are sweet. Maybe a bouquet?" he thought to himself.
"May I help you?" The florist said with a polite bow as she came up to him.
"I need something romantic, but not too forward. Do you have any suggestions?"
"How about a single rose? One rose is not too presumptuous, unless it is red. How about a white one, or a yellow one?"
"A white one would be perfect."
"Would you like to put a greeting with it?"
"No, just a small ribbon."
"Would you like it delivered?"
"No, I will take it there myself, thanks."
"Very well, here you are," she said as she put a thin white bow around the stem." Thank you, come again."
Asaba took the rose and put it just in front of Annie's door before heading off to school.
As Annie stepped out on the front step, she looked down to see the single white rose with a small white ribbon wrapped around the stem sitting there. She put down her bag and picked up the rose. The sweet scent made her feel calm all over. She looked to the window next door, to see if Hideaki was watching . She could not determine whether he was or not, but she smiled nonetheless. She picked up her bag and headed off for school.
Aya and Rika stared at Annie as she brushed the rose against her cheek during class. The lesson that day was on Persian poetry, and they were worried that their friend was not listening to the teacher.
"Takishiro, will you stand and read phrase thirty seven, please?"
"Ah, fill the Cup:- what boots it to repeat
How time is slipping underneath our feet:
Unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday,
Why fret about them if today be sweet!"
" And what is Omar Khayyam talking about in that verse?"
"He is saying that yesterday is gone and we don't know what will happen tomorrow. So, we must live in the now, make the most of it, and be true to ourselves."
"Very good, Takishiro. Saito, you take phrase thirty eight."
Annie sat down with a smug smile on her face. She continued to brush the petals of the rose against her cheek as the other students read aloud the rest of The Rubaiyat . The poem was very provocative and romantic. It sent shivers down her spine as she imagined Asaba becoming the male character in the poem. Her daydreaming was so overpowering, that she hardly noticed when class was over.
"Where is your head, Annie." Rika said to bring her out of her lucidity.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Rika. My mind was on the poem."
"Who gave you that rose, miss high and mighty ?" Tsubasa piped up.
"Oh, little miss better than everybody finally has the nerve to speak to me."
"How dare someone send you a rose!"
"Just shut up, Miss Bitch , Shibahime. It is from a secret admirer. There was no note. I just think it is sweet. One more moth for me to burn."
"How come miss foul mouth gets a rose and not me? I am much prettier than she is, Aya."
"Oh, who knows, and who cares. Besides, I know you get bouquets of flowers all of the time."
"Yeah, but I never get roses."
"C'mon Tsubasa. Lets go get some ice cream or something."
"Yeah, let miss foul mouth have her stinking rose!" Tsubasa said as she stormed out of the room.
Annie did not let Shibahime's taunts get to her. She took her lunch and wandered out into the hall to find a quiet place to eat. She wanted to go outside, but the rain was pouring down. She thought about how alike Tokyo and San Francisco were, at least where the weather was concerned.
"It is really pouring outside." Asaba said softly as he sat an arms length next to Annie. "Do you like it? My present?"
"It's beautiful, Hideaki. No one has ever given me flowers before. I told Aya that it was from a secret admirer. I am a bit nervous. I have a reputation to protect."
"I understand. I do too. I'm glad you like it, anyway." He looked at her. They were both blushing.
They both quickly turned their faces away. Asaba took a deep breath and stood up.
"See you later, womanizing jerk ." she said jokingly.
"After school, heartbreaker ." he said with bemusement.
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