Slam Dunk Fan Fiction ❯ cuadro ❯ cuadroVII ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7

I opened my eyes slowly. I didn't have to go to work today, I had absolutely nothing to do today. I felt so free. I quit. I had this sudden urge to giggle. The look on my father's face when he found out I had admitted I was gay, and the look when I said I was quitting, was too good to miss.

Feeling a little better about my day, I washed up and tried to find something casual to wear. All I had in my wardrobe was suits, and suits and more suits. I picked out a pair of black slacks and found a nice dark green dress shirt. I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt and left it untucked. It didn't look all that formal I hope…

My stomach did some somersaults and jumps as I drove. I felt so apprehensive and like a young schoolgirl on a first date. I kept checking myself in the rear-view mirror every time I stopped at a traffic light. I wondered what Kenji would say if he saw me. What if he ignored me?

What if Maki was there?

I frowned as I thought of Maki. He didn't deserve Kenji. But then again, neither did I. Nobody did.

I sighed as I pulled into a parking lot. I hoped I had found the correct place. Kenji told me that he worked here sometimes. I just hoped he would be here today. I took the lift to the seventh storey and pushed open the door that said "Happy Children Daycare Centre". That was such a bad name, but anyway…

I was greeted by a small girl running into me and falling onto the floor. I immediately bent down to help her up. She was actually bawling because she fell, but once I started fussing over her in my characteristically quiet manner, she stopped and looked wonderingly at me. After checking that she was all right, I smiled faintly at her and helped her get up.

"Aya-chan!"

I heard Kenji's voice and looked up. He looked surprised to see me.

"Kenji-san!" Aya-chan shouted Kenji's name gleefully and ran to him. He picked her up and laughed along with her. I missed his laugh.

He carried her into the centre and I followed.

The centre was full of noisy kids running around. They seemed to be so free. I could barely remember my own childhood. Out of the running screaming kids, I noticed one small boy sitting at a table in the far end. He looked sad and lonely - exactly like me. I walked over and squeezed myself into the seat next to him.

He barely spared me a glance, but moved the crayons nearer to me and put a piece of paper in front of me. I didn't know what to draw. I picked up a pink crayon, almost dropping it and wrote an "Ohayo" on the paper.

"You can't write using crayons."

He continued drawing. He was drawing a tortoise in the midst of a field filled with flowers. I cancelled my "Ohayo" and picked up a brown crayon and started drawing.

I spent my whole day drawing and talking to this small boy. He was Takeshi and he was an orphan, in the care of his aunt. He didn't like her or his cousins and he didn't have any friends because they thought he was weird. And so he was mean to them, and they were mean back. He liked mangoes and broccoli. He liked chawanmushi too.

The centre started emptying itself of children at about three o'clock as parents came to pick them up. Takeshi left at around there and I waved back to him as he left, stumbling to catch up with his aunt.

I tidied up the papers we had wasted doodling on, and put back all the crayons where they belonged.

"You're still here?"

I turned back as Kenji smiled at me. I smiled back and scratched my head. "Takeshi's a very nice boy," was the only lame thing I could come up with.

We worked in silence, cleaning up the centre. The owner of the centre, Takahashi-san was very nice to me. I think she was thankful that she didn't have to clean up after those rowdy kids because there was me. After cleaning up everything, I remembered the stack of papers that were used to doodle on that I left on the table. I didn't want to throw them away, but it seemed silly for me to take them home. I folded them and tucked them under my arm.

"I'm leaving."

I looked up as Kenji was already putting on his shoes. I hurriedly put mine on too and rushed after him.

"Do you need a lift or something?"

He looked at me and looked away before saying, "Take me home."

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It was almost as intense as the first time we had sex. I cried out his name as he bit my neck and arched my back for him as he fucked me and screamed when I came in his hand.