Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love School ❯ The One's Long Forgotten ( Chapter 8 )
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By: PrettyKitty93 
Kaito gets asked out on his first date ever, while Shouta has a new unwanted visitor at his house whom won't be going away any time soon.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.30.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 295 | Status: Completed
Kaito gets asked out on his first date ever, while Shouta has a new unwanted visitor at his house whom won't be going away any time soon.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.30.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 295 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: This is an original story. The characters, storyline, ect. belong to me.
Warnings: Language, implying of indecent sex-acts
After that eventful evening with my family, I hit the sack. It was too much to take in for one day. But in the middle of the night, I had another surprise. My sisters snuck into my room, somewhat. Apparently, Kaori really doesn’t understand the concept of sneaking, so she turned on the lights which woke me up from a rather nice dream I was having about Rokurou.
“Kaori!” Kanon sighed. “Way to go and wake him up.”
“I’m sorry, I thought we could turn the lights on sis,” the baby apologized, hiding her face with the teddy bear she was holding (which was embarrassingly enough named Kai-Kai, after me.)
“What are you guys doing in here?” I yawned, rubbing my eyes.
“We couldn’t sleep bro,” Kanon replied, climbing on the left side of my bed with her pillow, while Kaori did the same on the opposite side.
“C’mon you guys, you can’t sleep in my bed,” I complained. There we several reasons I don’t want my sisters sleeping in my bed. One, except for Kaori, we’re too old for this shit! And two, I tend to have a lot of inappropriate dreams and I don’t want to wake them up with the… moaning Hachirou claims I do. Not to mention that the dream they just woke me up from kind of left me with a boner now and I hope they don’t notice. See, that’s why this stuff was only okay when I was five and Kanon was four.
“Don’t worry bro, we sleep heavy so you won’t wake us up,” Kanon replied, almost as she had read my mind. I feel like she’s trying to spy on me to see if I have any more secrets…
“Hey Kai, what’s that?” Kaori asked about exactly what I was hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“Nothing Kaori!” I replied, clapping my hands and the lights went out.
After a long silence, Kanon whispered, “It’s what boys get when they’re happy.”
“Do you want to get kicked out?!”
“Well actually I do, I promised my brother I’d finally go running with him like he’d been begging me to do since forever,” I replied. It’s too bad I promised him, because if Haruki was offering I’d gladly spend the afternoon with him instead. But, I can’t break my promise to Kouta or he’ll be crushed.
“I understand, you can’t break promises to your sibs after all,” he responded, taking it better than I thought. “So, are you available this evening then?”
I wonder if… if he’s asking me on a date? “I’m not busy tonight.”
“So how about we see a movie tonight? I heard Greetings From Camp Death is a good one,” he suggested.
Oh yeah, that movie. If Hachirou had just went to that movie with me, all the shit that happened that night would’ve happened. But I’m going to forget about that…
“…Have you already seen it?” Haruki questioned, looking a little worried.
“Oh no, but I really want to,” I said, truthfully.
“So I’ll stop by your house at seven?”
I nodded, and then we agreed to exchange cell phone numbers as well. The bell rang and we parted ways as we went to our respectable classes. I must’ve been grinning like an idiot, I’ve never been asked out before!
“Yo, Kai, what are you so happy about?” Hachirou asked me in Mr. Sakata’s class.
“Haruki Tsukino asked me out on a date, to the movies!” I exclaimed.
“You’ve bagged yourself a good one there. Haruki is pure money, he probably pisses pure gold. When he takes you to the movies he’ll probably pay for your ticket and buy you a large popcorn and a super gulp too. Hell he might fly you out and take you shopping in Paris afterwards,” Hachirou laughed.
“But it’s not just about money, he’s nice, and cute, and seems to have a genuine interest in me as well,” I pointed out.
“Really? Then you’ll probably be in his bed by eleven tonight, tops,”
“Hachirou, I’m not sure if I really want to have sex with him right away,”
The blonde looked at me like I was crazy. “But I thought that’s what you wanted all along. Besides it’s not like having sex with him’ll ruin the relationship… unless he’s bad at it. But I doubt it, because like we all know the quiet ones are frisky.”
“Well, I’ll just see how far he takes things. If he takes it slow, I’ll take it slow. But if he really wants to go there then I’ll go there,” I concluded and Hachirou gave me a high five.
“Sounds like a plan!”
Shouta's P.O.V.
Me and Hachirou were walking to my house that evening after hanging out at the mall together. We were going to finally have some alone time together, because every time we go to his house, his brother’s bug us. So we decided since my brother isn’t usually here, we’ll go to my house. The keyword being usually.
“Why is there a car in the driveway? My brother doesn’t even have a car,” I questioned aloud to myself.
“Great, it’s just our luck. He has a visitor,” Hachirou sighed.
“Well he usually doesn’t bother me much, we should be okay,” I told Hachirou as we opened the door that was strangely left unlocked.
“Akir- Ah!” I exclaimed.
Me and Hachirou were frozen as we walked in on something we totally did not expect to see: my brother, on top of Mr. Kojima, on the couch, nude. It kind of took a second before the shock set in.
Akira quickly covered himself with a stray blanket, and Mr. Kojima with a throw pillow. “Shouta! I… I thought you…!” my brother stuttered.
“Shouta this does so bother me!” Hachirou exclaimed.
“Hachirou, go upstairs. Me and Shouta need to talk about this,” Akira instructed my boyfriend.
He headed to my room with a “Fine with me!”
After Hachirou was gone, there was an awkward silence between the three of us. Mr. Kojima broke it with a half joking, “You and I have got to stop meeting like this.”
“Like I really enjoy walking in on my teacher and my brother,” I replied coldly.
“But I’m sorry Shouta, you usually stay at Hachirou’s so I didn’t think you’d find out this way. I was going to tell you, when the time was right,” my brother explained.
“What about work?” I questioned.
“Well I’ve been tired lately you know, so I took off sick,”
“You sure don’t look sick,” I pointed out.
“I made him all better,” Mr. Kojima mused.
“YOU shut up! No one asked you!” I yelled, very unlike myself. It’s weird to be yelling at my own teacher like this, but the situation called for it.
Mr. Kojima picked up his clothes and shuffled off to the bathroom, still holding the throw pillow.
“Please Shouta, I like him a lot. Don’t do this,” Akira pleaded with me.
“I just wish you would’ve told me, that’s all. Not to mention the fact that you do have a room you know. Now we’re going to have to sanitize the couch,” I argued.
I don’t know exactly why I was so upset about the whole thing, but it would take a long time before I got used to Mr. Kojima shacking up with my brother.
Without saying anything else, I headed up to my room to join Hachirou.
“Wow, that was funny. I heard you yell at Kojima, good job Shouta!” Hachirou congratulated me.
“From now on I guess my house is off-limits too,”
“So I guess it’s back to mine?”
“Yep, as long as Kojima’s here,”
Kaito's P.O.V.
It was almost seven, and I was checking myself out in my bedroom mirror. I tried to smooth my hair so it looked a little more tame, and sprayed a bit of my dad’s cologne on that I thought smelled good, but wasn’t all strong smelling and obvious.
For a change, I had my door open, I guess because I was in such a good mood. Kaori must’ve taken that as an invitation to sit on my bed with her bear Kai-Kai and watch me primp.
“Do you have a date?” I heard Katashi ask from the doorway.
“Yeah, I do. Is it kind of lame that I’m almost sixteen and this is my first date?” I questioned.
“No, it’s not. Actually…” he began, walking up to me. “Actually, I have a boyfriend but I’ve never been on a date with him.”
“You have a boyfriend?” I exclaimed, looking at the slightly blushing boy.
“Yeah, I wanted to tell you a long time ago… but I thought you wouldn’t like me liking a boy. But now that you’re out of the closet, I know you won’t judge me. Right?” he questioned.
“Of course I won’t, I wouldn’t judge you even if I were straight,”
The doorbell rang, and I looked in the mirror one last time just to make sure I looked okay.
“Calm down, you look fine!” my little brother encouraged me, and Kaori added, “Good luck bro! Try not to be so happy that you get one of those bo-“ I cut her off before she could finish, covering her mouth.
“Kaori, don’t listen to Kanon so much,” I told her.
I walked out into the living room, where Mariko was talking with Haruki.
“Kaito, you didn’t tell me you had a date with a boy,” she spoke.
Oh great, I didn’t tell Haruki to just not tell her. It would’ve made this a lot smoother if she just thought I was going to the movies with a friend instead.
“You remember what I told you right?” she asked, and I nodded. “Well, I guess he seems like a sweet boy, and since your father isn’t here he can’t back me up on this.”
“So I can go…?”
“Be back by eleven,” she replied before walking away.
“Well that’s my step-mom, and she really doesn’t like that I’m gay,”
“I forgot that some people’s parents aren’t as cool about it as mine are,” he sighed.
I kept telling him it was okay, and it really was. Mariko let me go out without a fuss and now I’m going to the movies with the most nicest and cutest boy I’ve ever met!
In the theater while we were watching the movie, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. And like Hachirou said, he insisted he pay for my ticket, even though I brought my own money. It went like I hoped my first date would go, practically perfect. And as we were waiting outside for the chauffer to show up, we held hands and had a real kiss. Now they say you aren’t supposed to kiss on the first date, but like I decided before, I’m only going to move as fast as he was moving. And he was moving pretty fast. But I doubt we were going to go all the way tonight.
After the movie, we were going to stay at his house a bit. Probably not too long, since it was nearly ten and I had to be home by eleven.
“How about we go watch tv in the den? I’m not allowed to have anyone in my room, and my parents have eyes and ears all over the place,” he suggested, as he led me to a smaller room with a comfy couch, bookcase, big tv, it was nice and cozy.
“Do you have a lot of privacy here at home?” I asked.
“No, not really. They have cameras everywhere so they always can check and see what I’m doing, even from their jobs,” he explained.
“Man, that’s really rough,” I replied, wondering if we could even kiss without getting in trouble. I guess this is the price for dating money.
“…Can they hear us?” I spoke, feeling kind of creepy.
“No, they only see visuals, so they don’t know what we’re talking about. My parents didn’t want to get too much into my private life, they just want to make sure I don’t have sex with anybody,” he explained. “But in case you’re worried, no they don’t have cameras in the bathrooms.”
“Good,” I let out a sigh of relief. “Not that I thought they would, because that would just be creepy. But they do have them in your bedroom, right?”
“Especially,”
“So then, I hope this question isn’t too weird or anything but… How do you ever have enough privacy to, you know…” I was speaking in circles, and it seemed he wasn’t any closer to understanding me.“How do you ever get privacy to relieve yourself of those other bodily urges?”
“Huh?”
It looks as though we have another pretty face that’s none too bright. Or maybe he doesn’t do it, I don’t know how he could live if he didn’t… God, shoot me now for asking this stupid question, and I pray he’ll still like me after he figures out what I mean.
“I mean jacking-off,”
He stared at me a second, then he actually laughed! “Wow, I’m sorry. I’m surprised you’d even ask me something like that, I’m sure most people don’t ask questions that personal on the first date. But I’ll just say that I have a private bathroom, half the size of my bedroom, so no one could ever walk in on me or anything…”
“Well I guess it’s only fair that I say I live with four other brothers and sisters, but since I’m the oldest I get my own bedroom… with a lock.”
“I’d like to have brothers and sisters, then maybe my parents would stop smothering me so much with their love,”
“Believe me, being a big brother is a lot of work. They look up to you, and if you make a wrong move you might just lead them down the wrong path too. Sure they’re free thinkers but they mostly emulate you. Like my little brother who I went running with earlier, he said he wanted to be on the track team because me and my sister were on the track team too,”
“That actually sounds kind of cute how they idolize you. I want to come to your house some time and meet them,”
“If I can convince Mariko then I’ll- Oh shit, Mariko! What time is it?” I exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa.
“10: 40,”
“We’ve got to go now, or she’s going to kill me!”
Me and him rushed outside where the car was waiting, and we both jumped inside. “Don’t worry Kaito, we have twenty minutes to make it there and I won’t get you home late.”
“Time always passes so quick when I’m with you, I just lose track of time so easily,” I confessed.
“I know, it’s like the night was too short even though we spent four hours together… I’m glad I asked you to come, it was kind of hard for me to get the nerve to talk to you,”
I couldn’t imagine Haruki being the type to be shy. Sure he was a pretty quiet kid, but he seemed confident and strong too. Or maybe it’s just me, when we first spoke he did say that it’s hard for most people to work up the nerve to talk to me.
Haruki made his way closer before his lips met with mine for the second time tonight. I’m betting we probably broke a lot of rules tonight, but who’s keeping track? Making out in the back seat with a cute rich boy is the kind of way I’d like to end my evening.
“Wait a second,” I spoke, pushing him back slightly. “They don’t have any cameras in here do they?”
“No,” he giggled. “But at least you remembered.”
“Thanks for the date, I had fun,” I thanked him once we stepped on the porch.
“I did too,” he whispered, before kissing me for the third time tonight. “Good night.”
“Good night Haruki, see you tomorrow,” I said as he walked back to the car. He waved, before getting inside the navy car with tinted windows.
As soon as I opened the door, I was rushed by Kanon and Katashi.
“We saw you two out on the porch…”Kanon teased, elbowing me.
“You guys were waiting up for me?” I questioned, feeling my cheeks heat up a little.
“Yeah, you two looked so happy so the date must’ve went good,” Katashi exclaimed.
The three of us sat in the living room talking about the whole date. They listened to my every detail intently, ooh-ed and aah-ed in all the appropriate places, and genuinely enjoyed listening to me.
I don’t know what I’ve been missing, these dates are where it’s at!
Hachirou's P.O.V.
“Okay mom…. mooom…. please be a bit more rational about this…” I pleaded, with my brothers right behind me.
My mom was being so unfair, apparently she decided while we were at school, she would snoop through our rooms and take our stuff. More specifically our magazines. She read in this parenting book that masturbation and dirty magazines would turn your kids off the path of education and on to the path of destruction.
“You guys aren’t nearly old enough to read these things anyways, I could be arrested if the police were to come through our house you know…” she replied, carrying the box down the stairs as we followed right behind her. “Would you kids stay off my ass and let me do what I’ve gotta do? I don’t want to have three total worthless pussies as sons you know. It makes me look bad.”
“As if having kids out of marriage didn’t already do it for you,” Shichirou pointed out.
“These all prove you have too much time on your hands anyways,” she countered, waving one of the magazines sitting on top. It was a Passion Bunny, so it must’ve been Kurou’s… or Shichirou’s. I dunno, I just know it wasn’t mine.
I’ve disliked women ever since I was a kid, mostly because all of the women I know are evil. My mother is the main one who started it, then babysitters, grade-school teachers, grade-school girls, neighborhood girls, high school girls… I’ve met them all and I hate them all. The only woman I can stand is Ms. Shiba, although I’m not sure why. And after grade-school, I went to an all-boy’s junior high and thought it was heaven. Kaito has always gone to all-boy schools so he’s used to it.
“But I already get good grades mom, so can I keep mine?” Kurou questioned.
She stopped at the bottom of the steps, thinking for a second. “I guess you have a point, but Hachirou and Shichirou can’t get these back until their grades go up by at least one letter in all of their classes.”
“What?!” me and Shichirou exclaimed.
“That’s the only fair way. Prove to me that porn doesn’t make you stupid, and I’ll give them back. If not, then they’ll just go in the fire place,” she explained, before walking off into the other room.
Mutually deciding that there was nothing else we could do, we went back to our rooms. Although I may be admitting defeat now, I don’t quit.
I heaved a sigh as I collapsed on my bed and just lay there, looking at the ceiling. Then, I closed my eyes and reminisced, something I haven’t done in awhile. I missed seventh grade, that’s where my life really began. It was when I left behind old shy, angst-filled Hachirou and a new Hachirou started to grow, the one that would unfortunately be known as Mr. Eight-guys-in-one-night.
Man I loved seventh grade.
To Be Continued...
Warnings: Language, implying of indecent sex-acts
Love School
Chapter Eight: The One's Long Forgotten
Kaito's P.O.V.Chapter Eight: The One's Long Forgotten
After that eventful evening with my family, I hit the sack. It was too much to take in for one day. But in the middle of the night, I had another surprise. My sisters snuck into my room, somewhat. Apparently, Kaori really doesn’t understand the concept of sneaking, so she turned on the lights which woke me up from a rather nice dream I was having about Rokurou.
“Kaori!” Kanon sighed. “Way to go and wake him up.”
“I’m sorry, I thought we could turn the lights on sis,” the baby apologized, hiding her face with the teddy bear she was holding (which was embarrassingly enough named Kai-Kai, after me.)
“What are you guys doing in here?” I yawned, rubbing my eyes.
“We couldn’t sleep bro,” Kanon replied, climbing on the left side of my bed with her pillow, while Kaori did the same on the opposite side.
“C’mon you guys, you can’t sleep in my bed,” I complained. There we several reasons I don’t want my sisters sleeping in my bed. One, except for Kaori, we’re too old for this shit! And two, I tend to have a lot of inappropriate dreams and I don’t want to wake them up with the… moaning Hachirou claims I do. Not to mention that the dream they just woke me up from kind of left me with a boner now and I hope they don’t notice. See, that’s why this stuff was only okay when I was five and Kanon was four.
“Don’t worry bro, we sleep heavy so you won’t wake us up,” Kanon replied, almost as she had read my mind. I feel like she’s trying to spy on me to see if I have any more secrets…
“Hey Kai, what’s that?” Kaori asked about exactly what I was hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“Nothing Kaori!” I replied, clapping my hands and the lights went out.
After a long silence, Kanon whispered, “It’s what boys get when they’re happy.”
“Do you want to get kicked out?!”
***
“So, do you have any plans this afternoon?” Haruki asked the next morning during homeroom. Everyone was chatting like usual, even Mr. Kojima was on his phone like he’s been every morning even though he shouldn’t be.“Well actually I do, I promised my brother I’d finally go running with him like he’d been begging me to do since forever,” I replied. It’s too bad I promised him, because if Haruki was offering I’d gladly spend the afternoon with him instead. But, I can’t break my promise to Kouta or he’ll be crushed.
“I understand, you can’t break promises to your sibs after all,” he responded, taking it better than I thought. “So, are you available this evening then?”
I wonder if… if he’s asking me on a date? “I’m not busy tonight.”
“So how about we see a movie tonight? I heard Greetings From Camp Death is a good one,” he suggested.
Oh yeah, that movie. If Hachirou had just went to that movie with me, all the shit that happened that night would’ve happened. But I’m going to forget about that…
“…Have you already seen it?” Haruki questioned, looking a little worried.
“Oh no, but I really want to,” I said, truthfully.
“So I’ll stop by your house at seven?”
I nodded, and then we agreed to exchange cell phone numbers as well. The bell rang and we parted ways as we went to our respectable classes. I must’ve been grinning like an idiot, I’ve never been asked out before!
“Yo, Kai, what are you so happy about?” Hachirou asked me in Mr. Sakata’s class.
“Haruki Tsukino asked me out on a date, to the movies!” I exclaimed.
“You’ve bagged yourself a good one there. Haruki is pure money, he probably pisses pure gold. When he takes you to the movies he’ll probably pay for your ticket and buy you a large popcorn and a super gulp too. Hell he might fly you out and take you shopping in Paris afterwards,” Hachirou laughed.
“But it’s not just about money, he’s nice, and cute, and seems to have a genuine interest in me as well,” I pointed out.
“Really? Then you’ll probably be in his bed by eleven tonight, tops,”
“Hachirou, I’m not sure if I really want to have sex with him right away,”
The blonde looked at me like I was crazy. “But I thought that’s what you wanted all along. Besides it’s not like having sex with him’ll ruin the relationship… unless he’s bad at it. But I doubt it, because like we all know the quiet ones are frisky.”
“Well, I’ll just see how far he takes things. If he takes it slow, I’ll take it slow. But if he really wants to go there then I’ll go there,” I concluded and Hachirou gave me a high five.
“Sounds like a plan!”
Shouta's P.O.V.
Me and Hachirou were walking to my house that evening after hanging out at the mall together. We were going to finally have some alone time together, because every time we go to his house, his brother’s bug us. So we decided since my brother isn’t usually here, we’ll go to my house. The keyword being usually.
“Why is there a car in the driveway? My brother doesn’t even have a car,” I questioned aloud to myself.
“Great, it’s just our luck. He has a visitor,” Hachirou sighed.
“Well he usually doesn’t bother me much, we should be okay,” I told Hachirou as we opened the door that was strangely left unlocked.
“Akir- Ah!” I exclaimed.
Me and Hachirou were frozen as we walked in on something we totally did not expect to see: my brother, on top of Mr. Kojima, on the couch, nude. It kind of took a second before the shock set in.
Akira quickly covered himself with a stray blanket, and Mr. Kojima with a throw pillow. “Shouta! I… I thought you…!” my brother stuttered.
“Shouta this does so bother me!” Hachirou exclaimed.
“Hachirou, go upstairs. Me and Shouta need to talk about this,” Akira instructed my boyfriend.
He headed to my room with a “Fine with me!”
After Hachirou was gone, there was an awkward silence between the three of us. Mr. Kojima broke it with a half joking, “You and I have got to stop meeting like this.”
“Like I really enjoy walking in on my teacher and my brother,” I replied coldly.
“But I’m sorry Shouta, you usually stay at Hachirou’s so I didn’t think you’d find out this way. I was going to tell you, when the time was right,” my brother explained.
“What about work?” I questioned.
“Well I’ve been tired lately you know, so I took off sick,”
“You sure don’t look sick,” I pointed out.
“I made him all better,” Mr. Kojima mused.
“YOU shut up! No one asked you!” I yelled, very unlike myself. It’s weird to be yelling at my own teacher like this, but the situation called for it.
Mr. Kojima picked up his clothes and shuffled off to the bathroom, still holding the throw pillow.
“Please Shouta, I like him a lot. Don’t do this,” Akira pleaded with me.
“I just wish you would’ve told me, that’s all. Not to mention the fact that you do have a room you know. Now we’re going to have to sanitize the couch,” I argued.
I don’t know exactly why I was so upset about the whole thing, but it would take a long time before I got used to Mr. Kojima shacking up with my brother.
Without saying anything else, I headed up to my room to join Hachirou.
“Wow, that was funny. I heard you yell at Kojima, good job Shouta!” Hachirou congratulated me.
“From now on I guess my house is off-limits too,”
“So I guess it’s back to mine?”
“Yep, as long as Kojima’s here,”
Kaito's P.O.V.
It was almost seven, and I was checking myself out in my bedroom mirror. I tried to smooth my hair so it looked a little more tame, and sprayed a bit of my dad’s cologne on that I thought smelled good, but wasn’t all strong smelling and obvious.
For a change, I had my door open, I guess because I was in such a good mood. Kaori must’ve taken that as an invitation to sit on my bed with her bear Kai-Kai and watch me primp.
“Do you have a date?” I heard Katashi ask from the doorway.
“Yeah, I do. Is it kind of lame that I’m almost sixteen and this is my first date?” I questioned.
“No, it’s not. Actually…” he began, walking up to me. “Actually, I have a boyfriend but I’ve never been on a date with him.”
“You have a boyfriend?” I exclaimed, looking at the slightly blushing boy.
“Yeah, I wanted to tell you a long time ago… but I thought you wouldn’t like me liking a boy. But now that you’re out of the closet, I know you won’t judge me. Right?” he questioned.
“Of course I won’t, I wouldn’t judge you even if I were straight,”
The doorbell rang, and I looked in the mirror one last time just to make sure I looked okay.
“Calm down, you look fine!” my little brother encouraged me, and Kaori added, “Good luck bro! Try not to be so happy that you get one of those bo-“ I cut her off before she could finish, covering her mouth.
“Kaori, don’t listen to Kanon so much,” I told her.
I walked out into the living room, where Mariko was talking with Haruki.
“Kaito, you didn’t tell me you had a date with a boy,” she spoke.
Oh great, I didn’t tell Haruki to just not tell her. It would’ve made this a lot smoother if she just thought I was going to the movies with a friend instead.
“You remember what I told you right?” she asked, and I nodded. “Well, I guess he seems like a sweet boy, and since your father isn’t here he can’t back me up on this.”
“So I can go…?”
“Be back by eleven,” she replied before walking away.
***
“I’m sorry,” Haruki apologized as we sat in the back seat of his private car. When Hachirou said he was money, he wasn’t kidding. I didn’t know he had had his own chauffer! “I thought your mom might approve.”“Well that’s my step-mom, and she really doesn’t like that I’m gay,”
“I forgot that some people’s parents aren’t as cool about it as mine are,” he sighed.
I kept telling him it was okay, and it really was. Mariko let me go out without a fuss and now I’m going to the movies with the most nicest and cutest boy I’ve ever met!
In the theater while we were watching the movie, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. And like Hachirou said, he insisted he pay for my ticket, even though I brought my own money. It went like I hoped my first date would go, practically perfect. And as we were waiting outside for the chauffer to show up, we held hands and had a real kiss. Now they say you aren’t supposed to kiss on the first date, but like I decided before, I’m only going to move as fast as he was moving. And he was moving pretty fast. But I doubt we were going to go all the way tonight.
After the movie, we were going to stay at his house a bit. Probably not too long, since it was nearly ten and I had to be home by eleven.
“How about we go watch tv in the den? I’m not allowed to have anyone in my room, and my parents have eyes and ears all over the place,” he suggested, as he led me to a smaller room with a comfy couch, bookcase, big tv, it was nice and cozy.
“Do you have a lot of privacy here at home?” I asked.
“No, not really. They have cameras everywhere so they always can check and see what I’m doing, even from their jobs,” he explained.
“Man, that’s really rough,” I replied, wondering if we could even kiss without getting in trouble. I guess this is the price for dating money.
“…Can they hear us?” I spoke, feeling kind of creepy.
“No, they only see visuals, so they don’t know what we’re talking about. My parents didn’t want to get too much into my private life, they just want to make sure I don’t have sex with anybody,” he explained. “But in case you’re worried, no they don’t have cameras in the bathrooms.”
“Good,” I let out a sigh of relief. “Not that I thought they would, because that would just be creepy. But they do have them in your bedroom, right?”
“Especially,”
“So then, I hope this question isn’t too weird or anything but… How do you ever have enough privacy to, you know…” I was speaking in circles, and it seemed he wasn’t any closer to understanding me.“How do you ever get privacy to relieve yourself of those other bodily urges?”
“Huh?”
It looks as though we have another pretty face that’s none too bright. Or maybe he doesn’t do it, I don’t know how he could live if he didn’t… God, shoot me now for asking this stupid question, and I pray he’ll still like me after he figures out what I mean.
“I mean jacking-off,”
He stared at me a second, then he actually laughed! “Wow, I’m sorry. I’m surprised you’d even ask me something like that, I’m sure most people don’t ask questions that personal on the first date. But I’ll just say that I have a private bathroom, half the size of my bedroom, so no one could ever walk in on me or anything…”
“Well I guess it’s only fair that I say I live with four other brothers and sisters, but since I’m the oldest I get my own bedroom… with a lock.”
“I’d like to have brothers and sisters, then maybe my parents would stop smothering me so much with their love,”
“Believe me, being a big brother is a lot of work. They look up to you, and if you make a wrong move you might just lead them down the wrong path too. Sure they’re free thinkers but they mostly emulate you. Like my little brother who I went running with earlier, he said he wanted to be on the track team because me and my sister were on the track team too,”
“That actually sounds kind of cute how they idolize you. I want to come to your house some time and meet them,”
“If I can convince Mariko then I’ll- Oh shit, Mariko! What time is it?” I exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa.
“10: 40,”
“We’ve got to go now, or she’s going to kill me!”
Me and him rushed outside where the car was waiting, and we both jumped inside. “Don’t worry Kaito, we have twenty minutes to make it there and I won’t get you home late.”
“Time always passes so quick when I’m with you, I just lose track of time so easily,” I confessed.
“I know, it’s like the night was too short even though we spent four hours together… I’m glad I asked you to come, it was kind of hard for me to get the nerve to talk to you,”
I couldn’t imagine Haruki being the type to be shy. Sure he was a pretty quiet kid, but he seemed confident and strong too. Or maybe it’s just me, when we first spoke he did say that it’s hard for most people to work up the nerve to talk to me.
Haruki made his way closer before his lips met with mine for the second time tonight. I’m betting we probably broke a lot of rules tonight, but who’s keeping track? Making out in the back seat with a cute rich boy is the kind of way I’d like to end my evening.
“Wait a second,” I spoke, pushing him back slightly. “They don’t have any cameras in here do they?”
“No,” he giggled. “But at least you remembered.”
***
When we arrived in front of my house, we both stepped out the car and he walked me to the door. Cliché, but cute none the less.“Thanks for the date, I had fun,” I thanked him once we stepped on the porch.
“I did too,” he whispered, before kissing me for the third time tonight. “Good night.”
“Good night Haruki, see you tomorrow,” I said as he walked back to the car. He waved, before getting inside the navy car with tinted windows.
As soon as I opened the door, I was rushed by Kanon and Katashi.
“We saw you two out on the porch…”Kanon teased, elbowing me.
“You guys were waiting up for me?” I questioned, feeling my cheeks heat up a little.
“Yeah, you two looked so happy so the date must’ve went good,” Katashi exclaimed.
The three of us sat in the living room talking about the whole date. They listened to my every detail intently, ooh-ed and aah-ed in all the appropriate places, and genuinely enjoyed listening to me.
I don’t know what I’ve been missing, these dates are where it’s at!
Hachirou's P.O.V.
“Okay mom…. mooom…. please be a bit more rational about this…” I pleaded, with my brothers right behind me.
My mom was being so unfair, apparently she decided while we were at school, she would snoop through our rooms and take our stuff. More specifically our magazines. She read in this parenting book that masturbation and dirty magazines would turn your kids off the path of education and on to the path of destruction.
“You guys aren’t nearly old enough to read these things anyways, I could be arrested if the police were to come through our house you know…” she replied, carrying the box down the stairs as we followed right behind her. “Would you kids stay off my ass and let me do what I’ve gotta do? I don’t want to have three total worthless pussies as sons you know. It makes me look bad.”
“As if having kids out of marriage didn’t already do it for you,” Shichirou pointed out.
“These all prove you have too much time on your hands anyways,” she countered, waving one of the magazines sitting on top. It was a Passion Bunny, so it must’ve been Kurou’s… or Shichirou’s. I dunno, I just know it wasn’t mine.
I’ve disliked women ever since I was a kid, mostly because all of the women I know are evil. My mother is the main one who started it, then babysitters, grade-school teachers, grade-school girls, neighborhood girls, high school girls… I’ve met them all and I hate them all. The only woman I can stand is Ms. Shiba, although I’m not sure why. And after grade-school, I went to an all-boy’s junior high and thought it was heaven. Kaito has always gone to all-boy schools so he’s used to it.
“But I already get good grades mom, so can I keep mine?” Kurou questioned.
She stopped at the bottom of the steps, thinking for a second. “I guess you have a point, but Hachirou and Shichirou can’t get these back until their grades go up by at least one letter in all of their classes.”
“What?!” me and Shichirou exclaimed.
“That’s the only fair way. Prove to me that porn doesn’t make you stupid, and I’ll give them back. If not, then they’ll just go in the fire place,” she explained, before walking off into the other room.
Mutually deciding that there was nothing else we could do, we went back to our rooms. Although I may be admitting defeat now, I don’t quit.
I heaved a sigh as I collapsed on my bed and just lay there, looking at the ceiling. Then, I closed my eyes and reminisced, something I haven’t done in awhile. I missed seventh grade, that’s where my life really began. It was when I left behind old shy, angst-filled Hachirou and a new Hachirou started to grow, the one that would unfortunately be known as Mr. Eight-guys-in-one-night.
Man I loved seventh grade.
To Be Continued...