Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Plastic Love ❯ New Roommate ( Chapter 1 )

PLASTIC LOVE

1. New Roommate

Tsuchiko Hagura was not prepared for the news when he received it; indeed, no four-year-old is never able to fully comprehend the deaths of both parents involved in a car accident. The news came as he was at his grandparents’ house in the countryside of Kyoto over the weekend while his mother and father were on their seventh-year anniversary trip in Nagoya. They had begun driving through an intersection after their light turned green when a moving truck, its driver drowsy behind the wheel after a long trip, ran the red light and plowed into the driver’s side of their rented vehicle, killing his father instantly. His mother sustained heavy damage and was airlifted to the hospital, but died later that evening as her body succumbed to the fatal injuries.

When news of the incident reached Tsuchiko’s grandparents, they were devastated, but they hid the information from him, believing he was not ready to hear such heartbreaking news at his age. Tsuchiko, being a smart child for a four-year-old, found out quickly what happened when he walked into the living room on them talking about the incident later that night. He may not have fully understood what happened to his parents, but he knew that they were gone from him. As his grandmother held him while he cried, she thought about the real battle to come; who would gain custody of him. Her and her husband could not afford to take care of him in their small, two-bedroom house on a hillside, and most of the boy’s relatives lived in areas of Japan that were no sinecure to get to, especially since their only mode of transportation were bicycles. After a lengthy custody discussion with the courts, it was decided that he would move in with his Uncle Chiyuki “Chi” Kasugi and two cousins, Bo and Aika, in Okinawa prefecture, until such a time the courts could decide an arrangement with a closer relative, so that he would be able to attend school and live in his home of record.

That was twelve years ago. Since then, he’d been attending school with his cousins in the local area. The town wasn’t very big, but lucky for them the high school was within walking distance, and Tsuchiko preferred to walk, as opposed to his cousin, Bo, who’d rather ride his bicycle. Aika didn’t have much preference, though she owned a bike too. The three of them had become close since Tsuchiko moved there; he and Aika being closer than Bo, who was more of a loner, despite having friends he would hang out with periodically. He and Tsuchiko had their moments, and occasionally they would roughhouse with one another, but they generally ignored each other for the most part. Tsuchiko and Aika were at the point where they took baths together when they were younger, and thought nothing about it. As they entered middle and high school, however, they remained close but stopped with bathing together, though they took turns using the furo and shower head respectively while in the same room. They were still comfortable enough around each other where they could ignore their body developments over the years.

When Tsuchiko came to the Kasugi household, he was very shy and timid, with light skin and silver hair, and large, expressive green eyes, a near perfect image of his late father, as those who knew him were quick to point out. As he grew older, his eyes became narrower, but his hair remained silver, perpetually matting down over his forehead and occasionally covering either one of his eyes. At four years old, he was smaller than his two cousins, but quickly grew in height as time went by, and became quite handsome. The tropical climate of Okinawa gave him a light tan, especially around his arms, face, and legs, on those occasions that he would wear shorts outside when they were not at school. His torso was not as tanned as the rest of his body, due to wearing shirts most of the time, but it did darken slightly from the times they went to the beach. Aika and Bo would tease him about it sometimes, their skin being that natural color since they live there. Though he was no longer timid, he was still a little shy, preferring to let others finish their sentences before he spoke up. Though the tragic death of his parents still haunted him, he taught himself to smile even in his darkest times, something Aika found very endearing about him.

Tsuchiko thought that he was going to stay on living with them, until one day his Uncle Chi called him into the living room when he and his cousins arrived home from school. There, he was handed a brown envelope addressed to him, with the return address belonging to the child services office of his home district. Not fully knowing what to expect, but nervous all the same as to what the notice might say, he opened the envelope and took out the letter, skimming over the contents. His eyes widened and he drew in a sharp breath as he came to a certain part of the letter. His Aunt Miyako, his mother’s sister who was only four years older than himself (his mother married his father at nineteen, his aunt was born a year prior), inherited his deceased maternal grandmother’s boarding house outside of his hometown in Osaka prefecture, and has agreed with the courts to take him in so he could finish school there.

His cousins were understandably saddened by the news, Aika more so than Bo, who expressed annoyance that he wouldn’t have a younger brother to push around anymore. Aika just hugged him and cried. Uncle Chi would have liked for him to stay with the family as well, since he’d grown attached to the boy, and being a single father of two kids he was experienced enough to be able to take care of Tsuchiko, but the decision was out of his hands. Tsuchiko was not a natural citizen of Okinawa, and the decision for his stay being temporary was decided long ago, though why they waited until now to do this is anyone’s guess. Three months later, Tsuchiko found himself standing at the entrance to the boarding house. The place was as grand as in the pictures he received in the notice, despite looking as if it was a throwback from the Edo period. What wasn’t said was that the house was at the top of a large stone staircase.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ he thought, looking up at the daunting climb. At least the metal railing was shaded by the trees that loomed over the stairs, so he wouldn’t burn his hand on sun heated metal. With a resigned sigh, and a promise to somehow make this climb better in the future, he picked up his suitcase and adjusted the pack on his back, and trudged up the stairs.

‘Whew,’ he thought, puffing slightly at the top of the steps. ‘And I thought the hills in Okinawa were steep!’ He looked around, surveying the area. The front yard he stood in was large and spacey, with a stone path in between two square sand pits that led towards the house. The sandpits themselves were raked to form a giant swirl that led from the middle where a large rock was situated to the outer edges of the squares. Additional paths led to either side of the large boarding house, with one side leading to the back entrance and the other leading to a wooded area. The two-story boarding house itself was quite large, and despite its Edo period look, with its slated roofs, wooden balconies, and paper window sliding doors, there were some modern touches to it as well. The front door was a standard modern wooden one with the kanji for Kagami, his mother’s maiden name, inscribed on it. The windows all around the first floor of the building were modern glass windows that could open and close like any other, except for the two on either side of the front door, which were of a mottled design so it was hard to look through them from either side, and an electronic doorbell was installed in the door jamb.

‘Nice place,’ Tsuchiko thought, walking up to the door. He set his suitcase down and rang the bell. A four-note tone resonated from inside the house. He stood there for a few seconds, still taking in the scenery of the front yard, waiting for the door to be answered. After a minute with no answer, he rang the bell again. Still no answer. Furrowing his brow a bit, he knocked on the door while trying to look through one of the glass windows to see if he could spot the image of someone coming towards the door. Not seeing anyone, he decided to test the doorknob, which actually gave way.

“It’s unlocked,” he said to himself, startled. He pushed the door open, slowly, and poked his head in. There were no lights on in the foyer or in any of the open door front rooms, save for the sunlight filtering through the windows. And it was quiet. Somewhat too quiet for him.

“Hope I got the right place,” he mused. Then, in a louder voice, he added, “Pardon me for disturbing!”

‘I’m sure someone heard that,’ he thought widening the door and stepping inside. He took off his shoes and set them next to the shelf on his right. There were no slippers for him to put his feet in, so he set his pack and suitcase next to his shoes and walked around in his socks, calling for his aunt the whole time.

‘This place is bigger than I expected,’ he thought, turning down a dim corridor, still calling for his aunt. The sound of splashing water and laughter drew his attention to the middle of the corridor, where a set of double slide doors were open, leading to an outside area of the house. He walked towards it cautiously. The laughter was feminine in nature, and the splashing suggested people having a good swim in a pool of water.

‘There’s a pool here?’ he thought. ‘Sweet! Must be other family members here, too! That’s probably why nobody answered the door.’

He began to walk around the door, expecting to see bathing suits and a beach ball being tossed in the air, but what he saw made him jump back quickly behind the door, crouching and cover his nose with his hands to stop the blood flow, and turn beet red in the face. It simply did not occur to him that the steamy heat he felt in the corridor didn’t come from the sun itself, but from the large indoor hot spring on the other side of the door. Neither did he expect to see the five girls in the spring, splashing around and jostling each other. And he certainly did not expect to see all of them stark naked, without a stitch of clothing on them, save for the towel around the heads of two of them.

‘W-W-What the…!’ he thought, trying to get his composure back by breathing out of his mouth. He stopped suddenly when he heard the splashing cease.

“Something wrong?” he heard one of the girls ask.

“I thought I saw someone just now,” said another. “Looked like a boy.”

‘Oh no!’ Tsuchiko began to panic, and started inching away from the door as he heard the water shifting towards him. ‘I must have been given the wrong house!’

He turned to run, but found himself slamming his face into a pair of jiggling lumps of flesh. He fell back hard onto his rump, rubbing his face and tail bone with his hands. He looked up, and immediately went red again. Standing in front of him was a young woman who looked to be the same age as him or older, with neck length, raven colored hair, sultry lips, and a fit, curvy body that, unfortunately for him, was just as naked as the girls he saw in the spring. Her ample breasts loomed as she looked down at him with cold, menacing blue eyes that seemed to glow under the shadow that fell over her face, giving her an aura of death. He could almost literally see the icy blue flames surrounding her as she glared at him with her hand on her hip.

“Oho?” she said in a smooth voice, dripping with acid. “What have we here? A perverted trespasser!”

‘Oh man, I’m done for!’ he thought, backing away from her.

“Any last words, boy?!” she growled, lunging at him. Tsuchiko rolled backwards out of her reach and on to his feet, quickly running in the opposite direction past the other girls who had reached the door to see what was going on.

“Wait! Let me explain!” he cried desperately, running as fast as he could from the rabid woman.

“DIE!” she screamed, right on his heels. She chased him into the courtyard out the back of the house, around a tree and into one of the side buildings, then back out into the courtyard with a katana in her hands, slicing mere inches away from him as he dodged every swing, all the while ignoring his pleas to give an explanation and promising his death will be as swift and as painful as possible.

He ran back into the house where he gave her the slip in one of the hallways and, thinking he’d lost her, hid in a closet to catch his breath.

‘This is insane!’ he thought. He was going to have a word with child services about this mix up. First, he had to get to the front door without being killed. He listened intently for any sounds of movement outside the door. Hearing only silence, he began to open the door when he got a whiff of a feminine scent. His ear caught the unmistakable low growl of a predator, and he turned slowly to see a pair of icy blue eyes staring at him hungrily in the dark.

The girls heard the scream from the hallway and rushed towards it, each one wrapped in a towel. They arrived to see Tsuchiko held in a camel clutch by his attacker. A look of maniacal glee was on her face as she leaned back as far as she could while pulling on his chin.

“Who’s that?” asked one of the girls, who had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes.

“I thought I saw a boy!” said a long haired brunette with bangs and amber colored eyes, grinning in amusement.

“He’s a disgusting pervert, breaking in to peep on us, that’s who he is!” hissed the raven haired girl, leaning backwards more to apply pressure to his back. “Call the police, so we can get rid of him!”

One of the girls, a redhead whose hair was naturally wavy, with light purple eyes, looked at Tsuchiko closely, as if determining something. Her eyebrows lifted as she seemed to recognize him.

“Tsuchiko?” she asked, a surprised look on her face. The raven haired girl immediately dropped him and looked at the redhead with a startled expression on her face.

“A-Aunt Miyako…?” Tsuchiko croaked from the ground.

“AUNT?!” all the girls chorused, a surprised look on all of their faces.

Moments later, after getting dressed, everyone was in the day room with iced tea in front of them, listening to Tsuchiko’s explanation and why he was there. They were somewhat taken aback when he mentioned he and his aunt being only four years apart, and a little more sympathetic towards him about his familial situation involving his parents, and Miyako’s sister. She had told them before about the situation, but failed to mention her nephew until much later after she got the house and the girls moved in.

“And you didn’t bother to tell us he was going to be living here?” asked the brunette, slightly annoyed for not being told anything.

“We were busy setting up things here, I just forgot,” Miyako said, sheepishly grinning. “And I didn’t recognize him at first because his skin is so dark.”

“Hard to believe you have a pervert for a nephew. Interesting,” mused the raven, smiling slightly.

“I’m not a pervert!” Tsuchiko snapped. It annoyed him that she was acting so normal now, after she just tried to kill him. And she didn’t even apologize for it!

“How long are you staying here, big brother?” asked the short, pink haired girl with light green eyes next to him. She had been clinging to his arm the entire time he was telling his story, and he could feel his upper arm being pressed between her breasts, which were quite a size for someone her height. He tried to move, but she clung to him all the more. She had the look, build, and voice of an elementary school girl, and for all the world she would be considered one, if not for her sizeable chest, and he learned from a similar situation back in Okinawa not to depend on looks to determine someone’s age.

‘B-big brother?’ he thought, feeling extremely awkward in the position he was in. He felt that he couldn’t do anything without giving offense, and it seemed as if the girls, in particular the blonde with light grey eyes seated at the far end of the coffee table well away from him and glaring balefully with her arms crossed, were just waiting for an opportunity to pounce on him for a misunderstood sleight against the girl.

“Well, i-it’s only until I graduate in two years,” he stammered. “After that, I’ll be venturing out into the world on my own…um, you’re squeezing my arm between your--”

She looked down where he was pointing and, feigning shock, turned away blushing madly with a smile on her face.

“Big brother, you pervert!” she cooed, swaying from side to side with her hands on her cheeks.

“I’M NOT A PERVERT!” he snapped again.

“At any rate, we have not properly introduced ourselves,” said the quiet voice of the black haired, dark brown eyed girl opposite him, speaking for the first time as she set her teacup down. She was not with the others in the hot spring earlier, as she was performing her duties as a Miko in training, and she was still in the garb later when she came home. She looked at him squarely. “My name is Ayeka Mirono, and I am training to be a Miko. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She gave him a formal bow from her seated position on the floor cushion.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, grinning and rubbing the back of his head.

“Ooh! Ooh! Me next!” chimed the pink haired girl, jumping up. She cleared her throat and began to give a curtsy bow. She wore a red V-neck top over her pink skirt, and she hoped that the bow would show off her goods to Tsuchiko.

“My name is--” she began before being interrupted by the brown haired girl pouncing on her from the couch opposite to Tsuchiko and scooping her up to ruffle her hair. Tsuchiko noticed that she was pretty tall for a girl, and he didn’t have to stand up to notice.

“Your name is pipsqueak, and you’re just an elementary school girl!” she exclaimed, ignoring the short girl’s protests.

“I’m not an elementary school girl! Let me go!” She struggled out of the brown haired girl’s grasp and glared up at her. “Why do you always do that?!”

“Because it’s fun,” said the girl, unrepentant and grinning. She turned towards Tsuchiko, her D-cup breasts bouncing in the fabric of her yellow sleeveless shirt. “My name is Nae Tachikawa. Chao~!” She winked at him while striking an Idol pose.

“That was my turn!” the pink haired girl exploded at her.

“Calm down, Mina. You still can introduce yourself,” Nae said, hand waving her. Mina growled at her, then sighed in a resigned manner. She turned back towards Tsuchiko with a cheerful smile on her face.

“My name is Mina Amagi, and I’m sixteen years old!” she exclaimed, pouncing on him again, much to his consternation, and began stroking her face on his shoulder while placing his arm between her breasts again. “And I’m going to be your future wife!”

“W-what?!” he exclaimed, trying to pry his arm away.

“Oho?” began raven, in her sultry voice. “Not only is he a pervert, he’s a lolicon as well! Very interesting.”

“I’M NOT A PERVERT!” he snapped. “And I’m definitely NOT a lolicon!”

“And I’m not a loli!” Mina said, still gleefully caressing his shoulder with her cheek.

The raven seemed unperturbed by the denials, and smirked at them with a chuckle. “Jun Kazuki,” she said at length. “You’d do well to remember it.”

‘Not sure if I want to…’ he thought, a sheepish grin on his face. He told her it was nice to meet her out loud. He felt someone leering at him, and turned to see the brunette, a weird smile on her face and rubbing her chin, glaring at him and Mina with uncharacteristic glee, the shining of her glasses hiding her amber eyes. She could see just fine without them, but she needed them to read or write in most cases.

“I’m afraid to ask what your name is,” Tsuchiko said, leaning away from her as she began chuckling hungrily.

“No worries, pet!” she said, chuckling more. “Just be glad that you’ve given Rin Tawada inspiration for her next eronovel!” She began spouting off erotic details between unnamed characters based on Tsuchiko and Mina, all the while wanting to grab them and force them into the positions she had going through her head. She started reaching for Mina’s chest, and Mina cowered away from her, yelling at her to stop, and for Tsuchiko to protect her.

“I can’t believe you all are getting worked up over him,” said the blonde, speaking for the first time, in acid tones. “What do you think this is, some kind of harem anime?” They all stared at her, unsure of what to make of that statement, and wondering why she was so angry.

“What are you talking about? He’s my nephew,” Miyako said. “It’s not like I took in a total stranger or anything.”

“Besides, having a pervert in the house will make things quite interesting indeed,” Jun said, ignoring Tsuchiko snapping at her again.

“Hmph! All I’m saying is that I’d better not catch him in any lewd acts. Because if I do,” she suddenly brandished a rapier seemingly out of nowhere and pointed it at Tsuchiko. “You’ll wish you’d never been related to Miyako!” She stood up and stormed out of the room.

“And the Ice Queen there is Linda Matsuda,” Nae said, shrugging.

“What’s her problem?” Tsuchiko asked, feeling some irritation from her threatening him.

“That’s what we’ve been trying to figure out,” Nae said. “She’s been like that since she moved in two months ago.”

“Has to be something in her past dealing with males, I figure,” Miyako said. “Every time we mention something about guys she balks at the subject, and starts talking about something else, as if that’s a door she wants to keep closed.”

“I’d say it’s because she can’t get a man to satisfy her, and that’s why she spends long minutes in the bathroom every night,” Jun said coyly.

“I’m starting to wonder who the pervert here really is,” Tsuchiko muttered.

“Speaking of doors,” Rin said, suspending her struggle for Mina’s breasts. “How did you get in here anyway?”

“The front door was unlocked.” Tsuchiko explained. “I rang the doorbell twice and knocked, but no one answered. I decided to try the doorknob, and it opened.”

“If you’d have waited a little bit longer I would have answered,” Jun said, glaring at him.

“You would have answered the door naked?” he shot back.

“Is that a problem?”

“…I’m not sure I want to answer that question.”

“Why was it unlocked?” Mina asked, once again clinging to Tsuchiko.

“Maybe Tsuchiko used his pervert powers to unlock the door, so he could get a good look at a busty loli!” Jun teased.

“I’M NOT A PERVERT!” Tsuchiko yelled.

“I’M NOT A LOLI!” Mina yelled at the same time.

“The main character, with his sexual perversion powers, breaks into the mansion to have his way with the innocent loli! Heheheheheh…” Rin drooled in demonic fashion, scribbling on a note pad.

“STOP USING ME IN YOUR STORY!” Tsuchiko and Mina yelled at her.

“The fault is mine,” Ayeka spoke up, in her quiet voice. Everyone looked at her, startled.

“How did you manage that?” Nae asked.

“I was leaving to go to my training, and as I turned to lock the door a friendly butterfly flew towards me, and offered to be my protector on my travels. It asked me to follow it, and helped me get to the shrine through a magic portal.”

“In other words, you got distracted by a butterfly and forgot to lock the door,” Tsuchiko muttered.

“Doesn’t matter now, since you’re here,” Miyako said, standing up. “Let’s get you settled in your room upstairs.”

“The room my future husband and I will share!” Mina beamed, clinging to his waist as he stood up.

“You, young lady, are going to help me get things ready for dinner in the kitchen,” Nae said, once again scooping Mina up, once again ignoring her protests about taking her away from her true love.

In the hallway, Linda stood outside of the day room door, listening to the conversation. She was incensed that a guy is now going to be living with them, never mind him being Miyako’s nephew, and they were all content with it, as if this was something normal. And Jun, making that smarmy little comment about her not being satisfied! Shows how much she knows! She doesn’t need a man to satisfy her! Not when…

She shook her head vigorously, culling the thoughts that nearly came to her mind. The last thing she needed was to rise to Jun’s teasing bait. She’s done it before, much to her embarrassment, and admitted some things that she wanted to keep hidden out of anger. She turned her thoughts back to what was going on in the living room. To her, he was just like any other man she’d ever encountered. And yet…

‘Hmph,’ she thought, ignoring the red tint creeping onto her cheeks. ‘They’ll see. He’s just like any other male pig!’ She turned from the door and walked off.

Later that evening, after eating dinner and bathing, Tsuchiko was in his room putting his clothes away, and thinking about the day’s events. Everything was totally unexpected, and seemed rather surreal. Yet, it all happened, and here he was. He never actually considered himself a harem-type person, yet here he was thrown into an instant harem, without any effort on his part. Not that he was trying to get a harem, neither did he see himself trying to be with any of them, seeing as one is family and the others are rather odd, up to and especially blonde Linda. It annoyed him that she already hates him and she barely knows him. Maybe Aunt Miyako is right; something involving her past may have something to do with her antagonism towards him. Whatever it is, he planned on staying out of her way until she gets over it. Living here in the Kagami boarding house would probably make that an onerous task indeed, seeing as there aren’t many places, despite how big the house is, that they can avoid each other.

A knocking on the door brought him out of his musings. He answered lazily enough, thinking it was his aunt, and walked over to the door to slide it open, and was promptly knocked backwards as a sheet of paper was thrust in his face.

“What the--!” he exclaimed, looking up. It was Linda, a stern look on her face, and a sheet of paper in her hand, which she forcefully held out to him. For the first time, he noticed the rapier in its sheath strapped to her waist, and she looked ready to use it.

“What do you want?” he asked her acerbically, getting off the ground.

“Here!” she snapped, thrusting the paper in his face again. “This is a schedule of our bathroom and hot spring times, and none of them include you! So I’d better not catch you peeping or trying anything perverted at any time we are using them, or else!”

Tsuchiko looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face. “…why would I even want to do something like that?”

“Just make sure that you don’t! I’m keeping my eye on you!”

Tsuchiko’s face went deadpan. “I can’t tell if you’re warning me, or challenging me,” he said.

“Just take the paper!” She shoved it into his chest, pushing him back. “And don’t let me catch you sneaking around!”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” he said nonchalantly, sliding the door closed in front of a fuming Linda. He heard her growl at him and stomp off. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what her problem was with him. He made a further vow to stay out of her line of sight as much as possible.

Linda marched down the hallway towards the room she shared with Rin and Ayeka, still fuming. How dare he act like he doesn’t do anything perverted like other males! They’re all the same, anyway! Yet, a small part of her wondered why she was so angry at him in the first place, and she just met him today. No matter, she surmised, firmly pushing away that rationalization. Sooner or later he will slip up, and she will have cause to convince his aunt to get rid of him. Or, at least, put some other restrictions on him. That aspect cooled her temper somewhat, until she came abreast of the door of one particular room.

“Just couldn’t rest until you had the last word with him, huh?” asked a certain smooth, teasing voice behind the door. Jun slid it open a bit to reveal her face to Linda.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she snapped, turning her face away so Jun wouldn’t notice the red tinge on her cheeks. Jun grinned as she slid the door open a bit more. “What was that all about, then?” she asked.

“I’m just making sure our privacy is protected from him, that’s all.”

“Looks to me like you’re going full tsundere on him.”

Linda whirled on her, fuming. “N-no I’m not!” she stated, stomping her foot on the ground. “I don’t want anything to do with him! I just don’t want him thinking that he can just do what he wants and get away with it! You know how men are! They’ll sneak any opportunity to peep on a naked girl! He did it today; you saw him!”

“Do tell,” Jun said, grinning. Linda stared at her in amazement. How could Jun suddenly be taking up for him, when she tried to kill him earlier? Especially when he was deliberately looking in on all of them naked, like any other perverted boy? Of all people, Jun should have understood what was at stake here. Yet, here she is treating the situation with nothing more than mild amusement.

“Never mind, then!” she said, turning away from Jun. “I’ll deal with it myself! You’ll see that I’m right about him soon!” She marched off towards her room. Jun watched her go, grinned mischievously, and closed the door.