InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Real Folk Blues ❯ Airing emotions ( Chapter 3 )

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Title: The Real Folk Blues

Author: Adorkablebanana

Chapter 3: Airing emotions

P.O.V.D: Kagome

“The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.”

-C.S Lewis

 

I lay there, snuggled quite comfortably into my soft, cushion-filled bed, and contemplated the events of tonight. How did this all begin? Where do I go from here? How did it come to this?

 

Why did it come to this?


My body desperately needed sleep, but my mind refused to let me. Tossing and turning restlessly, I attempted futility to relax enough to fall asleep. My attempts were nothing but a waste of time. My worries about tomorrow's interrogation a la Yuusuke haunted me, as I was more than aware that there was no turning back at this point. I would be forced to tell him everything.



Fear of Yuusuke's reaction to what I had to tell him kept me from falling asleep. I really like Yusuke. I've grown attached to the unruly, unmannered thug. He reminds me so much of my beloved InuYasha, tough, strong, brave, as well as having more than a dash of the infamous arrogance and pride. But, like InuYasha, he is incredibly kind and protective to those who take the time to get to know him.

 

 

The fact that Yuusuke contains so many of InuYasha's qualities may be one reason he has such a special place in my heart. That's also why I'm terrified of how he's going to react to my revelations. I don't want him to run away from me, rejecting me because of my true nature. I don't think I could bear another heartache like that.



Haven't I suffered enough?



Not only that, but he's my brother, well stepbrother, and I don't want to lose him. I'm afraid that losing another person so dear to me would end up being a wound too great for my heart to deal with. I've already lost so many. Kouga, Kaede, Sesshoumaru, Miroku, Shippou…InuYasha, they're all gone. I was forced to say goodbye to them, to my closest friends.



After the defeat of Naraku and the completion of the Shikon no Tama, there were, of course, celebrations. However, the joy we felt during that time was tainted by the knowledge that a wish would soon have to be made, and I would be sent back to my time for good.

 

It turned out, however, that the jewel could grant not just one wish, but three. So, after days of deliberation, we decided on the three wishes we felt would do the most good.



The first wish was used to restore all the innocents that had been killed and used my Naraku. Kohaku's strange circumstances didn't appear to make a difference to the jewel, and he returned to the cute, shy boy he had been before Naraku's interference. The happiness that shown from Sango's face when her brother was restored to her is a memory that I will always cherish. My soul sister's happiness means the world to me, and I would do anything to keep that smile on her face.



The second wish was used to grant InuYasha's desire to become a full youkai, so he could better rule the Western Lands with Sesshoumaru, without the other youkai of the region objecting to a mere hanyou being in a position of such power.



The third and final wish was used to buy me a month's time in the feudal era to tie up any loose ends. It also gave me the ability to take one other person with me, when I was sent back to my own era for good.



The person I picked to come with me was Sango. The decision was without a doubt the most difficult I've ever had to make, but in the end it was more or less a process of elimination. InuYasha couldn't live with me, because as I mentioned before, he had duties to fulfill in the Western Lands with Sesshoumaru. Miroku wasn't an option, since he had accidentally impregnated a girl, and being the honorable person he is, he settled down with her to help her raise the child.

 

 

It goes without saying that this broke Sango's heart. But, being the generous person that she is, she forgave he lecherous houshi. After giving him a brutal beating of course. She also made him promise her never to toy with this girl's heart like he had hers. The friendship she still shared with Miroku helped her heal and forgive, but I know that in her mind, the houshi will always hold a special place in her heart. He was, after all, her first love.



The last person I considered taking with me nearly broke my heart. The only reason Shippo wasn't the one to stay with me, was that shortly after Naraku's defeat, he met up with his clan, and was reunited with the rest of his kin. He begged me to take him with me, but I knew that if we were to alter his future bloodline, the results could be disastrous. So instead, I convinced him to move on with his fellow kitsune.



The crystalline tears he shed as he clung desperately to my neck tore my heart to pieces. Though he may not be the son of my body, there is no doubt that he has become the son of my heart. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, to leave my precious, beautiful kit behind. I found myself crying along with him, the tears mingling on our cheeks, and my very being cried out in sorrow at the thought that I might never seeing him again. Although Miroku, Sesshoumaru, and InuYasha, as well as Kouga, his mate Ayame and the wolf clan promised me they'll watch over him for as long as they lived, it does almost nothing to ease the pain of separation. A mother's worries will not be put to rest so easily.



As a token of his love, Shippou gave me one of his favorite tops, and in return, I gave him a silver ring that was, and is, very special to me. It was a gift I received from my father before he passed away, and it had always brought me comfort when the pain of his death was too much. It was just a plain silver band, but on the inside in flowing calligraphy, was engraved the message “We shall be one again.” It took me many years before I felt I truly understood this deceptively simple phrase, and hope that one day Shippo will be able to take comfort from the massage as I have. I told my kit how precious and dear the ring was to me, and he gladly promised to keep it safe, and out of harm's way, and to cherish it always.



“Thank you Kagome,” he said, as he clutched the ring in his tiny hands, tears brimming in his eyes, “you are like my second mother, but you are also my first and only sister. I swear we will meet again.” It was clear he meant every word, and would do everything in his power to keep his promise. I nodded, as I choked down my sobs and tried, with all my will power, to stop the tears that kept streaming down my cheeks. Tears, I told myself, would only slow Shippou's healing process. It would be better for the little fox if I gave him a goal to work towards. In this case, the promise of us seeing each other again. I have not forgotten that promise.



Before I left, Kaede showed me some miko spells she believed might come in handy someday. She also gave me a couple of sutras, talismans, prayer beads, seeds for herbs that are no longer available in my time, a scroll of sacred spells, and a set of miko garb. Understanding that I was never comfortable in the traditional miko garb, she changed the color of the hakamas from red to royal blue, and modified the haori to a short-sleeved, white top. I truly miss the elderly miko. She was like the grandmother I had never had.



For his part, Miroku wished me his best blessings, and even gifted me with his sacred staff, along with something I could have really done without. Damn those hands! However, I let it slide for once, not wanting to give the slayer any reason to beat the tar out of the monk. Besides, I found some sort of strange comfort from the depressingly familiar action. I wield his staff with great pride and reverence. To have such a gift bestowed on me was an incredible honor. Not just because it is part of the garb of a monk in the Warring States Era, but also because Miroku told me it was the staff his grandfather had used when Naraku placed the curse on him. It was passed down from his grandfather, to his father, then to him, and now he was giving it to me.



“It is because of you, my dear Kagome, that I have no need to pass this staff on to my own son in hopes that he might use it to defeat Naraku,” Miroku said in a serious, humble tone, which was completely ruined by the fact that he had taken advantage of my hug to get another rub of my backside. My eyebrow twitched, but instead of the standard smack to the head, I reached around and gave one of his nice, firm butt cheeks a squeeze of my own, earning a yelp and a shocked look in response.



I merely winked at him before spinning around and running off towards the village, laughing at the completely dumbfounded look on the lecherous monk's tomato-red face. Hahaha! My how the tables have turned, Monk! How do you like it? …I'm really going to miss him.


Everything seemed to be falling smoothly into place. Kohaku was doing well, and had even started seeing a pretty village girl, but claimed they're just friends. Sango has hopes that Kohaku will be able to get past his shy nature, and that he and the girl will become more than “just friends.”



There is no way I will ever forget my time in the warring states era, but I can't brood over what I have lost, either. That chapter in my life is closed, and I have a new life now, with a new family-including Yuusuke. Darn! I had almost managed to completely forget about that!



Of course, this brought all the thoughts that had kept me from sleeping, back to the surface. Argh! I have the worst luck! What were the odds he'd go into that little out-of-the-way corner of the garden, during the short time I was meditating? What am I going to do? Will he be scared off? Well, knowing Yuusuke, he doesn't scare easily, but he will be freaked out. I mean, who wouldn't? Although he is very much like InuYasha in that he may act like a jerk half the time, but he's all bark, and no bite. Also like InuYasha, he may seem completely unapproachable, but deep down he's a great person, a regular softy, or as Keiko says, a penguin. I don't know where the girl got that image, but strangely…it fits.



It seems I've made a habit of taming the “InuYasha type.” Kouga, Ayame, Yuusuke, InuYasha himself, Sesshoumaru to a certain extent, and a certain someone I think it's best not to mention. Heck, I even managed to curb Miroku's habit of conning people and stealing from them, and got Shippo to stop tricking others to get what the wants. I think I've also managed to change Sango a bit, getting her to take down some of the walls she has around her heart, and open up to people more.



But it's not just that I've changed my friends. They've changed me as well, molding me into the person I am today. I'm proud of the woman I've become. I've learned to accept different types of people, and am more open-minded to different ideas. Perfect definitely isn't the word I'd use to describe myself, oh no. I'm aware that I am still very self-conscious, shy, and by myself, I have absolutely no confidence when I get backed into a corner. It's my friends that give me the courage to persevere in those types of situations, having taught me to find the fortitude they knew was always there.



After another couple of hours of trying unsuccessfully to fall asleep, I admitted defeat. The fear of Yuusuke's reaction was keeping me awake, and awake I would remain until I settled this thing.


I slipped out of bed, and crept through the darkened house, searching for the raven-haired boy that was keeping me from my well-deserved rest. Approaching his room, I pushed down the sudden nervousness, and steeling myself, forced my damp hand to turn the knob and ease open the wooden door. The room was dark and silent; the only light came from the moon shining in from the window, bathing the sleeping young man in pale illumination.



Taking small baby steps, I cautiously moved across the floor, which creaked with each step I took. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. It was so loud that I was faintly surprised it didn't wake the sleeping boy. My hands shook nervously as I made my way to the foot of his bed. My thoughts were going nowhere. They seemed to be stuck running in little circles in my otherwise empty head, accomplishing nothing but making me even more scared and apprehensive than I already was.



I moved from the foot of his bed to stand next to, my eyes tracing the lines of his slumbering face. He looked so peaceful, like some sort of miscreant angel, because even in sleep, he didn't lose the slightly mischievous cast to his features. He did look more relaxed, though, making me realize how tense he always looks while he's awake. A couple strands of his ruffled hair fell over his eyes, and I reached over on an impulse to brush it away from his face, but the sleeping boy's stirring snapped me out of my thoughts and into a world of panic.



Oh no! He's waking up! What do I do, what do I do?! Panicking, I looked wildly around the room, looking for a place to hide. Finding none, I stood rooted to the spot, brought my hands to my face, which had turned bright red.



What is he going to thing when he sees me watching him sleep? I thought in horror. He's probably going to think I'm some sick perverted freak! Gods what should I do? Too late.



The raven-haired boy slowly opened his eyes, the bright brow irises flashing in the illuminating moonlight. Sitting up, he massaged the back of his neck, not having yet noticed my presence. Maybe if I stay very, very sill, he won't notice me…nope.



Chocolate eyes widened as he spotted me. He let out a startled yelp, and nearly fell of the other side of the bed, clutching his racing heart, and taking deep breaths. All in all, he looked as though he had just witnessed the most terrifying thing in his life.


“Gods Kagome! What the fuck are you doing in here,” he hissed, glaring at me accusingly. “You scared the shit out of me!” I tried desperately to avoid looking him in the face, sure that my own was doing a more than decent impression of a traffic light.


“Um…I-I-I-...um, I n-need to t-t-talk to y-you about…about today,” I finally managed to sputter out.


“Today? Oh, today. Fine,” he yawned, obviously still half asleep as he rubbed heavy eyelids. Can't say I blame him, it is 3:30 in the morning.



Stretching his arms above his head, cracking cramped limbs, he scooted over to lean back against the bed frame, bent up a knee and rested his elbow on it. Hesitantly, I moved to sit next to him, the mattress squeaking a bit, sinking in slightly as my weight moved onto it. A sly, smug smirk shaped Yuusuke's lips.



“Jeez! Someone's going to make a crater in the bed. I think you should lay off the nachos for a while,” he teased, playfully.



How dare he say I'm fat, the jerk! He shouldn't care if I'm big or small!



“Well excuse me if I'm not some sort of anorexic super-model whose idea of a well-balanced meal is half a cherry tomato! If it bothers you so much then I'll just leave to prevent any craters that might disfigure Mr. High and Mighty's bed!” I stopped to take a breath, as I settled in for a good seethe. Sure, I know I'm far from perfect, but he doesn't have to shove it in my face, reminding me of my many, many flaws. I do that very well on my own, thank you much.



“I never said you're fat, I said your ass is big,” he corrected matter-of-factly.



I glared at him as tears began to fill my eyes. The anger and hurt of being insulted because of things I can't fix was a strong reminder of a certain other boy who was just as rough around the edges as the one in front of me, and just as caring.



Yuusuke's smirk disappeared, and I could tell he regretted his words. I know he was just fooling around, but there had been far too many times I was insulted and put down by the one I cared about. It still bothers me.



“Ah, come on Kags,” he mumbled, turning his face away. “You know I wasn't serious. You do have a big rear end, but hey, from a guy's point of view, that's great!” He snickered as he said the last part, his smirk back in full force.



Frowning, I smacked him upside the head, then beamed at him. He sure had a lot of nerve to say something like that to me. Sure he apologized, but then he ruined it with his lecherous comment. The loveable asshole.



“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” he screamed, clutching his head.



“Shh! For being a lecher that's why!!” I countered, trying to get him to lower his voice as he rubbed his abused head, mumbling curses under his breath.



“Alright, alright already. Sheesh. So anyway, I'd really like to hear whatever fucking excuse you've come up with to explain that little show you put on in the garden,” yep, his obnoxiousness was definitely back in full force. But is that kind of language really necessary?



No wonder Keiko's constantly smacking him with her trusty metal fly swatter. Hm, I wonder where I could get one? I'll have to ask her the next time I see her.



The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat reminded me that Yuusuke had just asked me the one question I really didn't want to answer.



“Um…” Darn it! What was I going to say again?



“Okay I'll make it easy on you.” Yuusuke interrupted, when it became quite obvious that I wasn't going to be able to say anything coherent. “Why do you have such high spirit power? It's not natural.” He stared into my eyes, demanding an honest answer. Yuusuke's stare never strayed, the intenseness of it made me fidget uncomfortably.



Seeing no way out of this interrogation, I resigned myself to a thorough questioning. I leaned back into the headboard, making myself as comfortable as possible, and looked over at him with a determined expression. If I was going to do this, then I wasn't going to hold anything back.



“Do you really want to hear the whole thing? It's a pretty long story, and you're probably still tired,” I crossed my fingers, hoping he'd settle for the shortened, and severely edited version.

 

Yuusuke arched a brow, obviously questioning whether I really thought he'd settle for less than the whole story.



“I'm wide awake, princess, so you'd better start babbling.”



“Fine, the whole thing then. I'll summarize it for you.”



“Just get on with it already,” he ordered, his mood swinging back to the usual bossy hostile mix. Jerk.



“Well, master, for starters, I'm a miko, but I'm also never got past being an apprentice. I don't know any formal fighting, style just minor kicks and punches, and weapon handling. The only weapons I really know how to use are my bow and arrows. I can generate spirit energy in my arrows, so when I strike something, it's usually purified into oblivion. Sometimes, I can blast energy balls through my palms, but it happens spontaneously, and I can never get it to work when I want it to.”



“I have some healing powers, but since I'm untrained it's hard for me to summon them at will. When my body senses danger, I can produce these uncontrollable power surges that protect me and those around me, but after that I'm left completely drained. So you see, it's a pro's and con's type of thing, but it balances out. I wasn't even aware of my abilities, though, until the day I fell in the well.”



“Well?” he asked, looking dazed and slightly overwhelmed.



“Yes, the well in the shrine my grandfather owns.”



“Oh, you mean that well house at the shrine you, Souta and Yuumi used to live at before you moved in with us,” he mused, finally remembering.



“Yes, and don't forget about Buuyo,” I added, causing him to roll his eyes at my insistence that the cat not be left out.



“Anyway, that well transported me to the Sengoku Jidai, five hundred years in the past. I was dragged into that well on my fifteenth birthday, by a demon called Mistress Centipede. I was transported to the feudal era, where I found out I harbored a powerful jewel within me called the Shikon no Tama, which was wanted by humans and demons alike for the power it could give them. Almost as soon as I came out of the well, I met a hanyou named InuYasha who detested me at first. Eventually though, he became my best and closest friend,” here I paused for a moment, the memories brought up from reciting my story overwhelmed me, and I willed myself not to cry.



After I had regained my composure, I continued like nothing had happened.



“Anyway, soon after I first fell through the well, I had a little, um, accident. I ended up shattering the jewel, and the shards were scattered across the better part of Japan. InuYasha and I teamed up to find and hunt down each shard to make it whole once again. We encountered many demons that had managed to get their hands on shards, and fought each of them to take the shards from them.

 

 

We didn't just meet enemies though, we also made a few friends along the way, including a kitsune child, a cursed monk, and a young demon slayer. We all decided to team up to collect shards, and defeat the evil hanyou Naraku when it became obvious that he was out true enemy. He was a depraved, disgusting lunatic, and I can't tell you how glad I am that he's dead.” I spat, feeling the revulsion welling up inside of me.



My face must have shown some of what I was feeling, since Yuusuke gave me a surprised and slightly worried look, and opened his mouth to ask, no doubt, why I hated him so much. Not wanting any more question on the subject of Naraku, I forced myself to calm down, took a deep breath, and continued.



“Naraku wanted to get his filthy hands on the jewel, and I couldn't allow that to happen. There was no telling how many people he would hurt, enslave or kill if he had the kind of power he would get from the jewel. So, my quest ended after my friends and I defeated Naraku, which was…not easy. The jewel was wished upon, and it sent me back to the modern era, and that's the end of my little adventure. And it's the truth,” I chirped, enjoying the look on Yuusuke's face. It was a simply priceless mixture of confused, shocked, dumbstruck, and idiotic. Actually, the combination sort of gave me the creeps.



I could tell Yuusuke wanted to say something. He tried opening his mouth several times, but nothing came out. Heh, he appeared to be speechless. As soon as he got his voice to work though, I knew he was going freak out on me, and the next thing you know I would be locked in a mental ward.



Shoot, now what was I supposed to do? Double shoot. It looked like he had given up on trying to speak. He'd probably fainted or something. Then, he did something completely unexpected. He started to laugh.



And not a little chuckle or giggle, this was definitely a full-fledged guffaw. He was laughing so hard he had to grip the bed frame for support, tears running down his cheeks as he held his stomach, completely unable to speak. This was uncalled for if you ask me. He thought my whole story was just one big, fictitious joke!



I glared at him, fisting my hands and gritting my teeth angrily as the blood rushed to my head.


“What's so funny?” I asked sweetly, hiding the fuming rage that roiled just under he surface. “I told you the truth, but it seems you don't believe me. That's too bad, but I definitely don't find it hilarious!” I screamed the last few words, my fury finally getting the better of me. I absolutely despise it when people mock me. And it seems Yuusuke's sure having the time of his puny, insignificant life doing just that.


After a good ten minutes, Yuusuke finally managed to calm himself down. Taking deep breaths, he tried to get his breathing back to normal, which was taking a while after having such a laugh-fest. Holding his aching sides, he finally spoke.


“Boy Kags…Shit…It's really pretty funny…when I compare my life to yours.” He managed to wheeze. “Heh, we're really not that different. Almost the same really.” HUH? WHA-? I definitely hadn't expected that. The same? What the heck is that supposed to mean?


“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked, baffled by his stunning revelation.


“Woman, I have spirit powers too. See, I'm a spirit detective. I work for an organization, well, more of a place, called Reikai, or spirit world. I ensure the safety of the human world-Ningenkai-by keeping demons out of it. The job came as part of the bargain after they brought me back to life,” he replied. As much as I wanted to believe everything he said was a lie, his words rang with the truth of what he was saying. The sincerity shining out of his eyes just confirmed it.


I was completely confused. The only thing I could think of to say ran along the lines of “huh, umm, ahh, oh, and ahhuh.” Not the most intelligent conversation, so I kept my mouth shut.

Yusuke must have been able to tell from my vacant expression that his story had totally tangled me up, confusing me beyond all reasoning, and his next words confirmed it.


“Okay, I know I mixed up your head, because you're looking at me with your stupid face.”


Stupid face? Stupid face?! How does this imbecile expect me to know what in the seven hells he's talking about? Reikai? Ningenkai? Spirit detective? Restoring his life? How does the idiot expect me to understand all this?!


Note the phrase “apprentice miko” in my story. I thought I had made it obvious that my knowledge of the ways of a Shinto priestess were pretty limited. But then, I doubt even Miroku, much less Sango would understand his story. Nor did InuYasha possess info on this topic. If he did, I'm sure he would have mentioned something about these different “worlds” before. Explanation. All I need is an explanation. Simple as that. Wait. Restoring back to life? Is he a zombie?! But then, why doesn't he reek of death like Kikyou did? Does he steal souls? The possibilities started to build up. I had to know if he was anything close to the diabolical creation that Kikyou once was.


“Yuusuke? Are you a zombie?” I asked softly.


He nearly fell of the bed, his right eyebrow twitching as he looked at me as if I were crazy.


“Huh? What the fuck! Zombie? Me? NO! Kagome, come on, a zombie?! Is that what you think?! SHIT!…Oh well, guess I'll have to break it down for the slow people here.”


“Slow! I'll show you slow!” I yelled, swiftly snatching a fluffy pillow, I pounded Yuusuke's form and he blocked long enough to grab a pillow of his own.



“Oh! It's on now!” he challenged, launching his ball of fluff and smacking me in an all-out shot.


I tried hopelessly to block his shots, messing up my hair worse than it already was, as I stealthily escaped and snuck up from behind to tackle Yuusuke.


The force of your sibling wrestling match caused the spaghetti straps of my pajama top to fall down off my shoulders, making it look like I was wearing a tube top. I could tell that Yuusuke was going easy on me, since I should never have been able to pin or tackle his this easily.



Darn him for toying with me…still it was fun, and there was no denying it. I hadn't grappled with a family member like this in ages. After a few twists and turns, Yuusuke pinned me down, his lean form looming over me, showing his tan, chiseled chest. I had completely ruined his favorite t-shirt, having shredded it so badly it barely covered any skin.


He got his revenge, though, by pouncing on me, and trapping me beneath him. As we flipped, twisted and turned, the thick covers surrounding us bound and wrapped our bodies tightly into some sort of weird sheet cocoon. One of my feet painfully entangled with Yuusuke's, immobilizing us.


Both of us struggled for a bit, pulling and shifting, trying to remove our limbs from the pesky leg-cramping entanglement. Fortunately, the thickness of the soft blanket blocked our midsections, making any arousing friction impossible. Ick!


Yuusuke and I having sex is just plain wrong. I mean, sure it's physically possible, but with our family ties it would be, just…ew! I see him as family now, and so does he, so it would be too freakishly awkward to occur. Besides, it would completely betray Keiko's and my friendship. I value her far too much to betray her with such a crime.



Anyhow, this wasn't arousing in any way, shape, or form. It was just plain annoying, and flustered us both. Yuusuke tried to break free, squeaking the bed, and making it seem, from a third person's point of view, as if he were thrusting into me. It was peeling the last layers of patience I had left.


“Yuusuke, hurry up your squashing me.”



“Kagome, just chill out. It's hard trying to free yourself when you have a killer cramp in your leg!” he hissed back. Ohh! Ow! Point taken. My leg was starting to hurt too, now that he mentioned it.


I shifted myself in different directions, trying to ease the heavy pressure of Yuusuke's muscular frame crushing me. Besides, he was squishing my breasts, and in order to stop the pain, I wiggled to the right.



“Ow! Kagome, you're elbowing me in the ribs. Move the other way, I've almost got my leg out.” I did as instructed, and moved the other way. Gods. This'll teach both of us not to wrestle with covers.



Suddenly, out of nowhere, an oval hole appeared right in the middle of the room, and spit out a person. Said person turned out to be a pretty, blue-haired girl wearing a traditional pink kimono, and floating on a wooden oar.



Wait…wait, floating oar?



“Yuusuke we have a…mission…to…do…” she said, her voice trailing off as she caught sight of us on the bed. Her pink eyes turned as big as saucers, and her jaw dropped as she fell off of her oar.


“Heavens Yuusuke!” she exclaimed, turning away and blushing furiously, obviously embarrassed about something.


Why was she ashamed? Did we do something wrong? Oh no! Darn it! Realization finally hit me. We were the cause of the girl's embarrassment. She caught us in what I'm sure looked to her like an intimate position. It's not what it seems! Though to unknowing eyes, I'm sure it looked like we were playing out some sort of porno scene. Crap!


I could feel my face burn up in mortification, and Yuusuke seemed to feel the same way judging by the red tint developing across the bridge of his nose.


Welcome to humiliation nation, population; the three of us.