Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity Express ❯ Organic Lemons ( One-Shot )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Chibizoo 
A story of love, romance, beauty and yaoi.
Yeah, you wish.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.04.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
A story of love, romance, beauty and yaoi.
Yeah, you wish.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.04.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Author's notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I mean no ill will against anyone when
writing this, save myself.
Warning: If you strongly believe in love or yaoi, do not read. If you do not
strongly believe in love or yaoi,
do not read either.
******************************************
"Why is the word pretty so underrated?
In November the leaf is pretty when it falls
…And in the pretty pool the pike stalks…
…. The pike is a fish who always has his prey
And this is pretty."
- Stevie Smith, "Pretty"
*****************************************
~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Organic Lemons
"The winner of this match is Mutou Yuugi!"
The crowd cheered as the result was officially declared, even
though the match had been determined a good five minutes ago. However,
no one seemed to have paid attention to that. So they cheered now as
the judges proclaimed the result, and cheered even louder as Yuugi
Mutou was presented the prize.
All this, Seto Kaiba watched from his couch, bag of chips in one
hand. And Sake [1] in the other. Bored, the CEO grabbed his remote
control, clicking a button just below the "switch channel" button. The
thirty-foot screen zoomed in to the face of Mutou Yuugi, revealing his
flashing eyes and triumphant smile.
But that wasn't Yuugi. Kaiba knew that. Jounochi knew that. Anzu
knew that. Heck, everyone knew that _except_ for those who the
information actually made a difference on. The judges didn't know. The
public didn't know.
Kaiba sighed, contented as his sharp eyes watched the figure on
the screen's every move. Sharp eyes outlined each action of the
figure's body.
The nameless figure, called by few as a recognized Yami-Yuugi
began walking away from the screen, his pixelated face beginning to
blur from distance. Sighing, the CEO let the screen flick shut, now
watching the blank TV in silence.
He wanted Yuugi. Not _just_ Yuugi but also his Yami. Just
thinking about the two of them sent shivers down his spine. Kaiba
licked his lips in ecstasy. Whatever he wanted, he would get. After
all, he wasn't a billionaire for nothing.
He blinked for a moment. How on earth _did_ he become a
billionaire anyway? Oh yeah - plot devices. Whatever those were.
*******************************
Quietly, Ryou slipped through the door, wincing slightly as it
shut loudly behind him. Wistfully, he looked at the fridge, but knew it
would ruin his thin frame. So, he quietly tiptoed upstairs.
The bedroom door slammed open, revealing a very angry Yami-
Bakura. The white-haired Yami glared at his other self, grabbing Ryou
angrily by the arm and pulling the smaller boy into the room. The door
closed with an audible click.
Ryou did not protest as his Yami forcefully dragged him by the
collar. He only whimpered slightly as he was tossed onto the bed, body
laying in a prone, prostrate position.
Yami-Bakura smirked evilly as he began to strip himself of his
clothing, peeling the material off to reveal a smooth glistening body.
His well-toned chest expanded and contracted, accented perfectly by
every sleek rippling muscle. Sharp eyes watched Ryou, analyzing him
hungrily.
"You sure took your time." Yami-Bakura stated hautily, watching
as Ryou obediently took his own clothes off. The Yami mentally
congratulated the younger boy for his obedience - his years of training
had not come in vain.
Ryou shrugged. "Sorry. I was trying to get that chain fixed, but
the pawnbroker insisted it needed another week."
Yami-Bakura snorted. "Idiot." Upon seeing Ryou's hurt expression,
he hastily replied. "Not you, I mean."
The white-haired boy nodded, peeling off his socks. He shuddered
a bit before curling under the loose blankets of the bed. "Geez. It's
cold here. You should have turned up the thermostat before I got back."
Yami-Bakura cocked an eyebrow. "Those things are evil."
Ryou laughed. "And you're not?"
"Do I look evil?" Yami-Bakura seemed hurt by that comment.
"Well," Ryou began, "I'm afraid it's a personality thing. First
impressions don't die hard, they say."
"Run that over again?" Yami-Bakura asked, utterly confused as he
slid under the blankets beside Ryou.
Ryou tried his best to talk as his Yami started massaging him -
waist down. "Well… you see, I learnt a long time ago that what you are
is what you'll be. Everyone has a personality, and it's fixed. So if
you were evil to start off with, you die evil."
Yami-Bakura stopped massaging. "That's not true!" He pouted. "I'm
_not_ evil! Whoever said I was?"
Ryou simply shrugged. "Don't tell me. I know that. I think it's
more of an obligation that you have to be evil. You know - if everyone
was good, then the plot wouldn't flow as nicely. You have to have
_someone_ be the stereotypically bad and evil person."
"I feel so loved." Yami-Bakura grumbled. "So, according to
everyone else out there, I'm a sadistic, warped evil person whose only
intentions are to inflict pain."
Another shrug from Ryou. "Fits your bio well enough."
Yami-Bakura glared at his other. "And I suppose, you are the
absolutely kind, gentle, and obedient character who gets all the
sympathy?"
"Something like that." Ryou chuckled. "Hell, who cares about
personalities? Just wash it over. As long as _we_ know the truth."
Having said that, the boy momentarily leant over, retrieving from his
drawer a locked box.
"Which one do you want today?" Ryou asked, sighing wistfully at
the chain that was currently missing from the box's collection.
Yami-Bakura rolled so that he face Ryou. "Anyone but that three-
pronged one. Geez, when you used it yesterday on me, it took us a good
three hours to get unstuck."
Ryou laughed nervously. "Fine, fine." He conceded, eyeing another
choice. "Let's take the long one today. I feel like a slow start."
Having said that, the innocent white-haired boy took out a long whip
entwined with rope, flexing it expertly a few times.
**********************************************
Kai ba stood in the middle of the freezing rain, unsure exactly of
what he was doing. He paced agitatedly back and forth against the
freezing water, muttering to himself in quite a delirium.
"Yuugi, my heart throbs to be by your side." He thought for a
moment. No, that sounded too corny. He tried again. "Yuugi, I'm madly
in love with you - let's go and elope together!" Okay - that just
sounded wrong. Angry, Kaiba stomped on his foot on the ground. Who
cared what it sounded like? Wasn't it the feeling that mattered in
love, not some stupid poetic proposal?
A glint of gold caught the CEO's eye, and Kaiba immediately
turned around.
Yuugi was running in the rain, umbrella over his head as he
avoided the large puddles blocking his path to home. Momentarily, the
boy glanced up, seeing the welcome lights of his house. That is, until
something else caught his eye. Large violet eyes widened in shock.
_Kaiba_ was standing by his doorframe. A second thought occurred in
Yuugi's mind. It was a good thing that his grandpa wasn't home today.
"S-Something wrong Kaiba?" Yuugi asked, staring and blushing at
the tall CEO while occasionally averting his eyes to the ground.
Kaiba stared longingly at the small boy, stepping forwards to
reveal his full figure from the shadows. "Y-Yuugi." He whispered
hoarsely. "I-I-" His voice contracted painfully, the tall boy realizing
that he couldn't say those final words.
Without warning, the golden Millennium Puzzle around Yuugi's neck
started glowing, the figure of Yami-Yuugi shimmering into reality
beside his Aibou.
Yami-Yuugi glared at Kaiba, unabashed. "What are you doing here,
Kaiba?" He said in his low commanding voice since Yuugi himself seemed
to flustered to speak, flushed face now staring intently at the ground.
Upon seeing Yami and Yuugi together, Kaiba felt like he was
floating on heaven, Mr. Happy obviously reacting from the stress on his
hormones. Finally, Kaiba knelt towards the pair, voice hardly audible
from his hoarse and serious tone. "I… I l-love you. Both of you"
Yami-Yuugi simply laughed. And laughed harder.
Kaiba didn't find the situation that funny.
Wiping away his tears of mirth, Yami finally found the voice to
speak. Kindly, he wrapped his arm around the soaked Kaiba, steering the
taller boy towards the doorstep. "Sorry, about that. We're not the one
you love."
Kaiba's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you see," Came the reply, "If you really loved us, you
would have put some more tact to it." Yami-Yuugi's tone was
conversational, if not a bit sympathetic. "Don't worry. I still respect
you as my rival."
"D-does Yuugi?" Kaiba asked, still a bit taken aback by the
response to his confession of love.
Yami-Yuugi winked. "I'm sure he doesn't mind you staring at his
butt either." Here, the Yami half-pouted. "Although it's quite
demeaning. And here I was thinking that _I_ was the sexy one."
By that time, Yuugi had finished opening the door. The small boy
bowed politely to Kaiba, still blushing. "You're welcome to come in,
Kaiba-san." Yuugi said kindly.
Yami-Yuugi laughed when his Aibou's blush grew into a deep
crimson just as Kaiba passed through the door. "You know, Seto, we were
just about to have some fun after our victory. I'm sure Yuugi wouldn't
mind a threesome." He let Yuugi close the door behind him before
leaning towards Kaiba's ear. "Although next time, if you want sex, do
it with a little more tact."
Kaiba looked bewildered. "What do you mean?" He asked, worried
that he had fudged something up again.
Yami simply tossed Kaiba a towel to cover up the CEO's nude body,
which was dripping and glistening with water from being in the rain for
so long.
***************************************
Jounchi was alone, sitting on the bench of the café,
absentmindedly fingering his coffee. Taking another sip, he mulled over
yesterday's events.
"Hey Jounochi!" A familiar voice called, belonging to none other
than Anzu. Although the girl frequently worked at this café, today was
the girl's day off, judging from the fact that she wasn't wearing her
waitress uniform.
Jounochi gave a half-hearted wave back. "Heya Anzu." He politely
beckoned for the brown-haired boy to sit by him.
Anzu accepted with the same courtesy. "So," She started after
settling herself down. "How's it going with Mai?"
Jounochi shrugged. "Good."
Anzu raised an eyebrow. "Can you elaborate?"
Jounochi glared at the brown-haired girl. "Do you have to be so
nosy?" He stated, "What do you want to hear? 'Yes, we're getting along
fine. We've fucked a few times and had oral sex in between.'?"
"Ooookay." Was Anzu's only reply. "That wasn't exactly what I
meant by elaborating."
Jounochi sighed. "Then what?"
"What I meant," Anzu continued, "Was whether or not you feel that
you have benefited from that relationship. If you feel that you're any
happier. Honestly, you sure don't look like you have your head in the
clouds."
"So?" Frankly, Jounochi had no clue what Anzu was trying to
imply.
Anzu sighed, mentally berating Jounochi's idiocy. "What I'm
trying to get across your thick skull, Jounochi, is whether or not you
are in _love_ with Mai. Do you love her?"
Jounochi's face remained stony blank, the wheels in his head
seeming to finally click in place and begin turning. Finally, the
blonde-haired boy opened his mouth.
"You know," He stated. "You're rather loaded for someone your
age. Is your bra padded?"
A plastic tray slammed painfully on the boy's skull before Anzu
stomped angrily away, leaving a stunned Jounochi wondering what he had
said.
****************************************
Ho nda gazed at Miho, unsure of what to say. He cleared his throat
awkwardly, trying to find the right words. In a nervous reaction, the
brown-haired boy ran a hand through his hair, until his fingers got
stuck in the thick jel. Then he concluded that that wasn't a great
nervous reaction for him.
"I'm sorry, Miho." Honda began, feeling rather ashamed for not
saying it earlier. "I should have told you that I was already dating
Anzu."
Miho shrugged. "It's okay." She put up a brave front. "If you
_love_ Anzu, then I shouldn't get in your way."
"It's not like that!" Honda protested. "I still love you too!"
The lavender-haired girl looked at Honda quizzically. "You never
mentioned that before." She stated rather bluntly.
"Sorry." Honda repeated. He looked at her wistfully. "But that
doesn't mean that we can't still go out." The brown-haired boy shuffled
closer to Miho, squeezing her waist with one arm. "What are you doing
tonight? Maybe we can, you know."
Miho looked at Honda, her face one of disgust. "Do you ever give
up?" She then paused, trying to find the right words to say. "Okay. My
parents are gone at around nine, so you can come at nine-thirty."
****************************************
An d so, everyone was happy. Well, except for Pegasus. What did
you expect with a loony like Pegasus? Obviously, the poor man quickly
discovered that the great limitation to masturbating is the lack of
versatility.
What a pity. He really was a handsome man. And handsome men
are very capable of love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
********* *************************************
End notes:
[1] 'Sake' is Japanese wine. Don't try unless you have a strong
stomach.
I took a course. It was called "Love in Six Pages". I also wrote it.
If you substitute the current title of this fic with that title, you
have just received a free copy of this course.
Sake anyone?
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I mean no ill will against anyone when
writing this, save myself.
Warning: If you strongly believe in love or yaoi, do not read. If you do not
strongly believe in love or yaoi,
do not read either.
******************************************
"Why is the word pretty so underrated?
In November the leaf is pretty when it falls
…And in the pretty pool the pike stalks…
…. The pike is a fish who always has his prey
And this is pretty."
- Stevie Smith, "Pretty"
*****************************************
~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Organic Lemons
"The winner of this match is Mutou Yuugi!"
The crowd cheered as the result was officially declared, even
though the match had been determined a good five minutes ago. However,
no one seemed to have paid attention to that. So they cheered now as
the judges proclaimed the result, and cheered even louder as Yuugi
Mutou was presented the prize.
All this, Seto Kaiba watched from his couch, bag of chips in one
hand. And Sake [1] in the other. Bored, the CEO grabbed his remote
control, clicking a button just below the "switch channel" button. The
thirty-foot screen zoomed in to the face of Mutou Yuugi, revealing his
flashing eyes and triumphant smile.
But that wasn't Yuugi. Kaiba knew that. Jounochi knew that. Anzu
knew that. Heck, everyone knew that _except_ for those who the
information actually made a difference on. The judges didn't know. The
public didn't know.
Kaiba sighed, contented as his sharp eyes watched the figure on
the screen's every move. Sharp eyes outlined each action of the
figure's body.
The nameless figure, called by few as a recognized Yami-Yuugi
began walking away from the screen, his pixelated face beginning to
blur from distance. Sighing, the CEO let the screen flick shut, now
watching the blank TV in silence.
He wanted Yuugi. Not _just_ Yuugi but also his Yami. Just
thinking about the two of them sent shivers down his spine. Kaiba
licked his lips in ecstasy. Whatever he wanted, he would get. After
all, he wasn't a billionaire for nothing.
He blinked for a moment. How on earth _did_ he become a
billionaire anyway? Oh yeah - plot devices. Whatever those were.
*******************************
Quietly, Ryou slipped through the door, wincing slightly as it
shut loudly behind him. Wistfully, he looked at the fridge, but knew it
would ruin his thin frame. So, he quietly tiptoed upstairs.
The bedroom door slammed open, revealing a very angry Yami-
Bakura. The white-haired Yami glared at his other self, grabbing Ryou
angrily by the arm and pulling the smaller boy into the room. The door
closed with an audible click.
Ryou did not protest as his Yami forcefully dragged him by the
collar. He only whimpered slightly as he was tossed onto the bed, body
laying in a prone, prostrate position.
Yami-Bakura smirked evilly as he began to strip himself of his
clothing, peeling the material off to reveal a smooth glistening body.
His well-toned chest expanded and contracted, accented perfectly by
every sleek rippling muscle. Sharp eyes watched Ryou, analyzing him
hungrily.
"You sure took your time." Yami-Bakura stated hautily, watching
as Ryou obediently took his own clothes off. The Yami mentally
congratulated the younger boy for his obedience - his years of training
had not come in vain.
Ryou shrugged. "Sorry. I was trying to get that chain fixed, but
the pawnbroker insisted it needed another week."
Yami-Bakura snorted. "Idiot." Upon seeing Ryou's hurt expression,
he hastily replied. "Not you, I mean."
The white-haired boy nodded, peeling off his socks. He shuddered
a bit before curling under the loose blankets of the bed. "Geez. It's
cold here. You should have turned up the thermostat before I got back."
Yami-Bakura cocked an eyebrow. "Those things are evil."
Ryou laughed. "And you're not?"
"Do I look evil?" Yami-Bakura seemed hurt by that comment.
"Well," Ryou began, "I'm afraid it's a personality thing. First
impressions don't die hard, they say."
"Run that over again?" Yami-Bakura asked, utterly confused as he
slid under the blankets beside Ryou.
Ryou tried his best to talk as his Yami started massaging him -
waist down. "Well… you see, I learnt a long time ago that what you are
is what you'll be. Everyone has a personality, and it's fixed. So if
you were evil to start off with, you die evil."
Yami-Bakura stopped massaging. "That's not true!" He pouted. "I'm
_not_ evil! Whoever said I was?"
Ryou simply shrugged. "Don't tell me. I know that. I think it's
more of an obligation that you have to be evil. You know - if everyone
was good, then the plot wouldn't flow as nicely. You have to have
_someone_ be the stereotypically bad and evil person."
"I feel so loved." Yami-Bakura grumbled. "So, according to
everyone else out there, I'm a sadistic, warped evil person whose only
intentions are to inflict pain."
Another shrug from Ryou. "Fits your bio well enough."
Yami-Bakura glared at his other. "And I suppose, you are the
absolutely kind, gentle, and obedient character who gets all the
sympathy?"
"Something like that." Ryou chuckled. "Hell, who cares about
personalities? Just wash it over. As long as _we_ know the truth."
Having said that, the boy momentarily leant over, retrieving from his
drawer a locked box.
"Which one do you want today?" Ryou asked, sighing wistfully at
the chain that was currently missing from the box's collection.
Yami-Bakura rolled so that he face Ryou. "Anyone but that three-
pronged one. Geez, when you used it yesterday on me, it took us a good
three hours to get unstuck."
Ryou laughed nervously. "Fine, fine." He conceded, eyeing another
choice. "Let's take the long one today. I feel like a slow start."
Having said that, the innocent white-haired boy took out a long whip
entwined with rope, flexing it expertly a few times.
**********************************************
Kai ba stood in the middle of the freezing rain, unsure exactly of
what he was doing. He paced agitatedly back and forth against the
freezing water, muttering to himself in quite a delirium.
"Yuugi, my heart throbs to be by your side." He thought for a
moment. No, that sounded too corny. He tried again. "Yuugi, I'm madly
in love with you - let's go and elope together!" Okay - that just
sounded wrong. Angry, Kaiba stomped on his foot on the ground. Who
cared what it sounded like? Wasn't it the feeling that mattered in
love, not some stupid poetic proposal?
A glint of gold caught the CEO's eye, and Kaiba immediately
turned around.
Yuugi was running in the rain, umbrella over his head as he
avoided the large puddles blocking his path to home. Momentarily, the
boy glanced up, seeing the welcome lights of his house. That is, until
something else caught his eye. Large violet eyes widened in shock.
_Kaiba_ was standing by his doorframe. A second thought occurred in
Yuugi's mind. It was a good thing that his grandpa wasn't home today.
"S-Something wrong Kaiba?" Yuugi asked, staring and blushing at
the tall CEO while occasionally averting his eyes to the ground.
Kaiba stared longingly at the small boy, stepping forwards to
reveal his full figure from the shadows. "Y-Yuugi." He whispered
hoarsely. "I-I-" His voice contracted painfully, the tall boy realizing
that he couldn't say those final words.
Without warning, the golden Millennium Puzzle around Yuugi's neck
started glowing, the figure of Yami-Yuugi shimmering into reality
beside his Aibou.
Yami-Yuugi glared at Kaiba, unabashed. "What are you doing here,
Kaiba?" He said in his low commanding voice since Yuugi himself seemed
to flustered to speak, flushed face now staring intently at the ground.
Upon seeing Yami and Yuugi together, Kaiba felt like he was
floating on heaven, Mr. Happy obviously reacting from the stress on his
hormones. Finally, Kaiba knelt towards the pair, voice hardly audible
from his hoarse and serious tone. "I… I l-love you. Both of you"
Yami-Yuugi simply laughed. And laughed harder.
Kaiba didn't find the situation that funny.
Wiping away his tears of mirth, Yami finally found the voice to
speak. Kindly, he wrapped his arm around the soaked Kaiba, steering the
taller boy towards the doorstep. "Sorry, about that. We're not the one
you love."
Kaiba's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you see," Came the reply, "If you really loved us, you
would have put some more tact to it." Yami-Yuugi's tone was
conversational, if not a bit sympathetic. "Don't worry. I still respect
you as my rival."
"D-does Yuugi?" Kaiba asked, still a bit taken aback by the
response to his confession of love.
Yami-Yuugi winked. "I'm sure he doesn't mind you staring at his
butt either." Here, the Yami half-pouted. "Although it's quite
demeaning. And here I was thinking that _I_ was the sexy one."
By that time, Yuugi had finished opening the door. The small boy
bowed politely to Kaiba, still blushing. "You're welcome to come in,
Kaiba-san." Yuugi said kindly.
Yami-Yuugi laughed when his Aibou's blush grew into a deep
crimson just as Kaiba passed through the door. "You know, Seto, we were
just about to have some fun after our victory. I'm sure Yuugi wouldn't
mind a threesome." He let Yuugi close the door behind him before
leaning towards Kaiba's ear. "Although next time, if you want sex, do
it with a little more tact."
Kaiba looked bewildered. "What do you mean?" He asked, worried
that he had fudged something up again.
Yami simply tossed Kaiba a towel to cover up the CEO's nude body,
which was dripping and glistening with water from being in the rain for
so long.
***************************************
Jounchi was alone, sitting on the bench of the café,
absentmindedly fingering his coffee. Taking another sip, he mulled over
yesterday's events.
"Hey Jounochi!" A familiar voice called, belonging to none other
than Anzu. Although the girl frequently worked at this café, today was
the girl's day off, judging from the fact that she wasn't wearing her
waitress uniform.
Jounochi gave a half-hearted wave back. "Heya Anzu." He politely
beckoned for the brown-haired boy to sit by him.
Anzu accepted with the same courtesy. "So," She started after
settling herself down. "How's it going with Mai?"
Jounochi shrugged. "Good."
Anzu raised an eyebrow. "Can you elaborate?"
Jounochi glared at the brown-haired girl. "Do you have to be so
nosy?" He stated, "What do you want to hear? 'Yes, we're getting along
fine. We've fucked a few times and had oral sex in between.'?"
"Ooookay." Was Anzu's only reply. "That wasn't exactly what I
meant by elaborating."
Jounochi sighed. "Then what?"
"What I meant," Anzu continued, "Was whether or not you feel that
you have benefited from that relationship. If you feel that you're any
happier. Honestly, you sure don't look like you have your head in the
clouds."
"So?" Frankly, Jounochi had no clue what Anzu was trying to
imply.
Anzu sighed, mentally berating Jounochi's idiocy. "What I'm
trying to get across your thick skull, Jounochi, is whether or not you
are in _love_ with Mai. Do you love her?"
Jounochi's face remained stony blank, the wheels in his head
seeming to finally click in place and begin turning. Finally, the
blonde-haired boy opened his mouth.
"You know," He stated. "You're rather loaded for someone your
age. Is your bra padded?"
A plastic tray slammed painfully on the boy's skull before Anzu
stomped angrily away, leaving a stunned Jounochi wondering what he had
said.
****************************************
Ho nda gazed at Miho, unsure of what to say. He cleared his throat
awkwardly, trying to find the right words. In a nervous reaction, the
brown-haired boy ran a hand through his hair, until his fingers got
stuck in the thick jel. Then he concluded that that wasn't a great
nervous reaction for him.
"I'm sorry, Miho." Honda began, feeling rather ashamed for not
saying it earlier. "I should have told you that I was already dating
Anzu."
Miho shrugged. "It's okay." She put up a brave front. "If you
_love_ Anzu, then I shouldn't get in your way."
"It's not like that!" Honda protested. "I still love you too!"
The lavender-haired girl looked at Honda quizzically. "You never
mentioned that before." She stated rather bluntly.
"Sorry." Honda repeated. He looked at her wistfully. "But that
doesn't mean that we can't still go out." The brown-haired boy shuffled
closer to Miho, squeezing her waist with one arm. "What are you doing
tonight? Maybe we can, you know."
Miho looked at Honda, her face one of disgust. "Do you ever give
up?" She then paused, trying to find the right words to say. "Okay. My
parents are gone at around nine, so you can come at nine-thirty."
****************************************
An d so, everyone was happy. Well, except for Pegasus. What did
you expect with a loony like Pegasus? Obviously, the poor man quickly
discovered that the great limitation to masturbating is the lack of
versatility.
What a pity. He really was a handsome man. And handsome men
are very capable of love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
********* *************************************
End notes:
[1] 'Sake' is Japanese wine. Don't try unless you have a strong
stomach.
I took a course. It was called "Love in Six Pages". I also wrote it.
If you substitute the current title of this fic with that title, you
have just received a free copy of this course.
Sake anyone?