His And Her Circumstances Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Boy ❯ Bad Boy ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
DISC: I do not own Kare Kano or it’s characters. They belong to Masami Tsuda. If she wants me to pull this story, I will. I make no money from it.
Soft warm breath tickled at his ear as he heard the girl whisper, "I hope you'll come in for a bit. My parents won't be home at all tonight." His body willingly followed the blond as she took his hand and led him in through the front door of the western-style house. His brain however was not truly present at the moment, rather, it was at a moment approximately six hours earlier:
"The movie doesn't start til nine, so that gives us two hours to go home, do some studying, and get ready, and then we can go have dinner first, right?"
The quietly handsome boy next to her agreed, "Right. I'll pick you up at seven. I made dinner reservations for 7:15."
"Man, what's with you two? You've gone out on plenty of dates before - what's with all the planning and worrying for THIS one?"
"As if it matters to YOU, Asapin, but it just so happens to be our anniversary."
"Anniversary? Anniversary of what?"
Two faces blushed and turned away from him. Then the little red-haired girl turned toward him angrily, "None of your business!" Sticking out her tongue briefly, she then continued, "And anyway, it's not everyday that the movie house is playing Casablanca in the original English with subtitles."
"Ugh. A foreign film. Yukinon, only you would think that was anything other than a crappy way to spend an 'Anniversary' date."
With serious eyes, Souichiro Arima said, "What? Casablanca is a classic - it's one of the most romantic films ever made! I can't believe that a guy like you doesn't appreciate it."
Looking at him in surprise, "What do you mean, a guy like me?"
Rolling her eyes, Miyazawa Yukino answered, "Oh right, Asapin! You're a," she swayed her hips as she intoned, "laaaaadies mannnn. Right? That movie's a perfect date movie. Watch that with a girl and she's... Oh, I get it. You don't NEED anything to set the mood with your dates, riiiight?" She winked at him knowingly.
With an expression of feigned innocence, "Why whatever can you possibly mean? A ladies' man? Me? Setting the mood? What on earth could you mean by that?"
"You go out with a different girl almost every night." Arima's no-nonsense statement shifted the tone of the conversation.
Quietly, "You can't fault me for trying to find what you've already got." Seeing the apologetic look in both sets of eyes, he quickly continued in a lighter manner, "And if this movie's so great, why don't I come along with you tonight?" He bounced up and down excitedly like a puppy.
Both turned to look at him as they said in perfect unison, "No."
Waving his hands up in the air, he began to walk away, "Yeah, yeah. No third wheels on the 'Anniversary' date. I get it. And by the way, you two better get home and get ready - or else you might not get your homework done before hand, and then you won't be in the mood to... remember the 'Anniversary' occasion properly." He smiled as he walked away, hearing their sputters at his having figured out what anniversary they were celebrating. Or maybe he was misinterpreting and they were sputtering at his misinterpretation. Either way. They were truly cute.
Very cute. Yukino had the prettiest green eyes. And her fire-red hair perfectly matched her spitfire personality. She was the only girl he'd ever met that was strong enough to be a match to him in a fight. When her eyes blazed with passion, they became even more beautiful, showing her depth of determination to win at any cost. Like a child, she blazed into any challenge - but she was more than a child, she was a woman. A woman who would fight for those she loved. Her family, her friends, her lover... Passionate and still adorably cute. So committed and loyal.
And then there was Arima. Arima was such a child in so many ways. The pain that he'd grown up with had stifled a part of him, and so once Yukino had awoken that part of him, it had started to come out with childlike enthusiasm. He also loved those he loved so deeply - he'd do anything to protect them. Even hurt himself. So many people saw only his physical beauty - his perfect physique, his dark hair and deep dark eyes... Those eyes were what was most alluring. Because if you looked into them deeply enough, you could fall into the blackness that he'd allowed to shroud his beautiful soul. And even though Souichi thought the blackness signified corruption, those that looked in could see that it was more a darkness that he used to hide from his pain.
A hand brushed his cheek, and he felt the girl straddling his lap, her breasts pressed against his chest as she leaned in toward his lips. Golden tresses brushed over his shoulders, forming a curtain around them. 'Where?' His brain filled in the details of them entering her house, the girl pushing him onto the couch and then crawling on top of him. His body was apparently okay with the situation. The girl was quite pretty. Happy hazel eyes. She also had a curvy figure that he was discovering was quite soft to the touch. Unlike...
He'd hugged Miyazawa several times in the past. Her body was firmer. She worked to keep herself in tip-top shape. Not just to look good - although he knew that was important to her, too - but also to make sure that she was physically up to any challenge presented to her. Her long lean legs were muscular enough that when they wrapped around... Arima... he'd be able to feel them squeeze...
The girl's lips were fuller, too. Warm as they pressed up against him, as her mouth descended on his. And her lips were soft as her tongue worked it's way into his mouth. He felt his hands go under her shirt to rub circles on her back. The muscles there were so soft - so different...
There were a few times when he'd been at Arima's house and they'd been studying - yes, contrary to popular belief, he did actually study sometimes when he stayed over - and with the extra Kendo practices and school and Yukino, the brooding young man's back would go into spasm. The first time it happened and Arima yelped in pain, Asaba had instantly understood from his body language what was going on. He crossed the room and began to knead the tissues until the bloodflow to the muscle was restored and it relaxed. Arima's back was a study of muscle over muscle. Someone could use a study of Arima's back to help them to better understand anatomy...
Frustrated that his hands weren't moving to where she wanted them to go, the girl removed her hands from where they had been unbuttoning his shirt and quickly pulled her own over her head, revealing a black lace bra supporting two milky white mounds. Smiling happily at him, she renewed her kisses with vigor.
'I bet the first time Miyazawa gave herself to Arima she wasn't this bold.' He imagined her shyly unbuttoning her blouse and Arima hesitatingly reaching out to touch, then pulling back until she told him it was okay.
His hands reached for the girl's and began to massage them lightly through the black lace. She responded by moaning his name as she flexed her hips, riding up and down against the hardness beneath her. He moaned back, wordlessly.
"My bedroom is just down the hall..."
Miyazawa was bold, but she was also tactful. She wouldn't speak out like that. She'd just stand up demurely, and reach for my, Arima's hand and then lead him with that quirky smile.
He lifted her up as he stood, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, leaving him to do the work of somehow getting them to the room where he could plunder her. She giggled as he lifted her.
Giggling. No. Neither Arima nor Miyazawa were gigglers. When they laughed, it was a full out laugh that bubbled up from their souls. Of course Arima rarely laughed at all, so when he did, it was special. Because he lived most of his life in pain, laughter wasn't very common from him. That pain, the loss that had burned into his soul, that was the basis of their bonding. At first, at least. They both knew that darkness. They both struggled with how to not let it consume their souls entirely. Finding someone to share that with was so rare.
He set the girl down on the bed, and began working on removing her skirt. The girl - what was her name again? Oh yeah, Aki. It was Aki, right? Yeah. She began to unbutton his pants as he stood next to where she was seated on the bed.
Someone strong - someone to fight for him. Someone to understand his pain, share it and help him through it.
He looked down and saw red hair and deep dark, soulful eyes gazing intently up at him as the button on his pants came undone. Blinking in confusion, he looked again to see short black hair and bright green eyes as he felt his zipper start to come down. Shaking his head furiously, he took a step backward, fear evident on his face.
"Wha- what's wrong, Asaba-kun?" The blonde was back. It had been her all along right?
"Nothing, Aki-chan. Nothing." He gave her his most winning smile. 'You're just not... the one I'm looking for.' He shucked off his pants, and the girl smiled broadly at him. Going commando had advantages. As did being as well endowed as his attitude claimed he must be. The girl pulled off her remaining clothes and slid back on the bed to make room for him.
Asaba closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them and advanced toward the bed, he alternated features, trying to force a picture of his perfect match. He knew the girl wouldn't care. She was using him for release. He was using her the same way. As long as he gave her pleasure, what did it matter if he never really saw the true face of the person beneath him?
Alternating features. Black hair turned to red and back to black. Eyes green and then dark and then green.
He didn't allow himself to dwell on it. But he knew. There would never be a perfect match for him - unless he could somehow make a composite. Because for him, his perfect person would have to be both of them. Not one or the other. Both. Because the person he loved was the two of them when they were together.
Soft warm breath tickled at his ear as he heard the girl whisper, "I hope you'll come in for a bit. My parents won't be home at all tonight." His body willingly followed the blond as she took his hand and led him in through the front door of the western-style house. His brain however was not truly present at the moment, rather, it was at a moment approximately six hours earlier:
"The movie doesn't start til nine, so that gives us two hours to go home, do some studying, and get ready, and then we can go have dinner first, right?"
The quietly handsome boy next to her agreed, "Right. I'll pick you up at seven. I made dinner reservations for 7:15."
"Man, what's with you two? You've gone out on plenty of dates before - what's with all the planning and worrying for THIS one?"
"As if it matters to YOU, Asapin, but it just so happens to be our anniversary."
"Anniversary? Anniversary of what?"
Two faces blushed and turned away from him. Then the little red-haired girl turned toward him angrily, "None of your business!" Sticking out her tongue briefly, she then continued, "And anyway, it's not everyday that the movie house is playing Casablanca in the original English with subtitles."
"Ugh. A foreign film. Yukinon, only you would think that was anything other than a crappy way to spend an 'Anniversary' date."
With serious eyes, Souichiro Arima said, "What? Casablanca is a classic - it's one of the most romantic films ever made! I can't believe that a guy like you doesn't appreciate it."
Looking at him in surprise, "What do you mean, a guy like me?"
Rolling her eyes, Miyazawa Yukino answered, "Oh right, Asapin! You're a," she swayed her hips as she intoned, "laaaaadies mannnn. Right? That movie's a perfect date movie. Watch that with a girl and she's... Oh, I get it. You don't NEED anything to set the mood with your dates, riiiight?" She winked at him knowingly.
With an expression of feigned innocence, "Why whatever can you possibly mean? A ladies' man? Me? Setting the mood? What on earth could you mean by that?"
"You go out with a different girl almost every night." Arima's no-nonsense statement shifted the tone of the conversation.
Quietly, "You can't fault me for trying to find what you've already got." Seeing the apologetic look in both sets of eyes, he quickly continued in a lighter manner, "And if this movie's so great, why don't I come along with you tonight?" He bounced up and down excitedly like a puppy.
Both turned to look at him as they said in perfect unison, "No."
Waving his hands up in the air, he began to walk away, "Yeah, yeah. No third wheels on the 'Anniversary' date. I get it. And by the way, you two better get home and get ready - or else you might not get your homework done before hand, and then you won't be in the mood to... remember the 'Anniversary' occasion properly." He smiled as he walked away, hearing their sputters at his having figured out what anniversary they were celebrating. Or maybe he was misinterpreting and they were sputtering at his misinterpretation. Either way. They were truly cute.
Very cute. Yukino had the prettiest green eyes. And her fire-red hair perfectly matched her spitfire personality. She was the only girl he'd ever met that was strong enough to be a match to him in a fight. When her eyes blazed with passion, they became even more beautiful, showing her depth of determination to win at any cost. Like a child, she blazed into any challenge - but she was more than a child, she was a woman. A woman who would fight for those she loved. Her family, her friends, her lover... Passionate and still adorably cute. So committed and loyal.
And then there was Arima. Arima was such a child in so many ways. The pain that he'd grown up with had stifled a part of him, and so once Yukino had awoken that part of him, it had started to come out with childlike enthusiasm. He also loved those he loved so deeply - he'd do anything to protect them. Even hurt himself. So many people saw only his physical beauty - his perfect physique, his dark hair and deep dark eyes... Those eyes were what was most alluring. Because if you looked into them deeply enough, you could fall into the blackness that he'd allowed to shroud his beautiful soul. And even though Souichi thought the blackness signified corruption, those that looked in could see that it was more a darkness that he used to hide from his pain.
A hand brushed his cheek, and he felt the girl straddling his lap, her breasts pressed against his chest as she leaned in toward his lips. Golden tresses brushed over his shoulders, forming a curtain around them. 'Where?' His brain filled in the details of them entering her house, the girl pushing him onto the couch and then crawling on top of him. His body was apparently okay with the situation. The girl was quite pretty. Happy hazel eyes. She also had a curvy figure that he was discovering was quite soft to the touch. Unlike...
He'd hugged Miyazawa several times in the past. Her body was firmer. She worked to keep herself in tip-top shape. Not just to look good - although he knew that was important to her, too - but also to make sure that she was physically up to any challenge presented to her. Her long lean legs were muscular enough that when they wrapped around... Arima... he'd be able to feel them squeeze...
The girl's lips were fuller, too. Warm as they pressed up against him, as her mouth descended on his. And her lips were soft as her tongue worked it's way into his mouth. He felt his hands go under her shirt to rub circles on her back. The muscles there were so soft - so different...
There were a few times when he'd been at Arima's house and they'd been studying - yes, contrary to popular belief, he did actually study sometimes when he stayed over - and with the extra Kendo practices and school and Yukino, the brooding young man's back would go into spasm. The first time it happened and Arima yelped in pain, Asaba had instantly understood from his body language what was going on. He crossed the room and began to knead the tissues until the bloodflow to the muscle was restored and it relaxed. Arima's back was a study of muscle over muscle. Someone could use a study of Arima's back to help them to better understand anatomy...
Frustrated that his hands weren't moving to where she wanted them to go, the girl removed her hands from where they had been unbuttoning his shirt and quickly pulled her own over her head, revealing a black lace bra supporting two milky white mounds. Smiling happily at him, she renewed her kisses with vigor.
'I bet the first time Miyazawa gave herself to Arima she wasn't this bold.' He imagined her shyly unbuttoning her blouse and Arima hesitatingly reaching out to touch, then pulling back until she told him it was okay.
His hands reached for the girl's and began to massage them lightly through the black lace. She responded by moaning his name as she flexed her hips, riding up and down against the hardness beneath her. He moaned back, wordlessly.
"My bedroom is just down the hall..."
Miyazawa was bold, but she was also tactful. She wouldn't speak out like that. She'd just stand up demurely, and reach for my, Arima's hand and then lead him with that quirky smile.
He lifted her up as he stood, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, leaving him to do the work of somehow getting them to the room where he could plunder her. She giggled as he lifted her.
Giggling. No. Neither Arima nor Miyazawa were gigglers. When they laughed, it was a full out laugh that bubbled up from their souls. Of course Arima rarely laughed at all, so when he did, it was special. Because he lived most of his life in pain, laughter wasn't very common from him. That pain, the loss that had burned into his soul, that was the basis of their bonding. At first, at least. They both knew that darkness. They both struggled with how to not let it consume their souls entirely. Finding someone to share that with was so rare.
He set the girl down on the bed, and began working on removing her skirt. The girl - what was her name again? Oh yeah, Aki. It was Aki, right? Yeah. She began to unbutton his pants as he stood next to where she was seated on the bed.
Someone strong - someone to fight for him. Someone to understand his pain, share it and help him through it.
He looked down and saw red hair and deep dark, soulful eyes gazing intently up at him as the button on his pants came undone. Blinking in confusion, he looked again to see short black hair and bright green eyes as he felt his zipper start to come down. Shaking his head furiously, he took a step backward, fear evident on his face.
"Wha- what's wrong, Asaba-kun?" The blonde was back. It had been her all along right?
"Nothing, Aki-chan. Nothing." He gave her his most winning smile. 'You're just not... the one I'm looking for.' He shucked off his pants, and the girl smiled broadly at him. Going commando had advantages. As did being as well endowed as his attitude claimed he must be. The girl pulled off her remaining clothes and slid back on the bed to make room for him.
Asaba closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them and advanced toward the bed, he alternated features, trying to force a picture of his perfect match. He knew the girl wouldn't care. She was using him for release. He was using her the same way. As long as he gave her pleasure, what did it matter if he never really saw the true face of the person beneath him?
Alternating features. Black hair turned to red and back to black. Eyes green and then dark and then green.
He didn't allow himself to dwell on it. But he knew. There would never be a perfect match for him - unless he could somehow make a composite. Because for him, his perfect person would have to be both of them. Not one or the other. Both. Because the person he loved was the two of them when they were together.