15Kihara's consciousness had slipped into a tranquil daze. Her weightlessness had swept her away into a fall, and somehow she loved the feeling of ease the plummet provided her. Nothing seemed to matter and she hardly seemed to care. But just as she was about to drift away fully into peace her body became burdened with a weight unfamiliar to her. With tired eyes she struggled to regain her senses.
Flickering her eyelashes back and forth she did her best to feel the comfort she was surrounded in. Nodding off to her left and right she felt the touch of rough hands eclipse around her, not too tight but tight enough to welcome her with the sensation of safety. Exploring the environment around her she nuzzled up to it, surrendering to the luxury of it all. Her meek shoulders snugged against the sharp bone structure behind her, and ever so gently she scooted backwards to the source of warmth she was sitting on. She smiled in acceptance, fully understanding the situation she was in. And just as if she had to she put on a playful expression and turned her eyes towards the source of her intimacy.
"I told you lover boy~, I'm not going to fall asleep first!" She was clearly struggling. It was easy to see how much she wanted to indulge in her contentment.
Takasu perked slightly and nodded. "Whatever you say princess." And with a mischievous smile of his own he matched the deviancy that Kihara proudly displayed. She couldn't help but redden at the sight of it.
Having no words to say in defiance Kihara instead gave in. She nestled up to his chin, feeling the coarse touch of his facial hair, and stayed there in quiet happiness. She knew that the both of them had been like this for a while, but for exactly how long was just about anybody's guess. The illusion that was time became forfeit a long time ago to the energy that the two students had created. Their sofa cuddle had evolved into an embrace stemming from the young girls room, and the atmosphere gave no signs of giving up their dream. The night was their playground and they both used their inexperience to build their own version of paradise.
"I know you're going to fall asleep Kihara. I can feel your breathing slowdown".
The young girl looked back at him with tired eyes and stubborn pupils. "Oh yeah? What else do you know about me~?"
Takasu smirked devilishly. "Well... I know how to wake you up." His hand made his way besides the left side of her stomach, and as if he knew every inch of her he moved his fingers just enough to get the perfect reaction out of her.
"Eeek!" Kihara let out a squeak on impulse. She did her best not to give out too high pitch of a voice. " Hey, That's not fair! You know I'm ticklish there!"
"Well you asked me what else I knew, didn't you?"
"Oh... wise guy huh?" The two of them had been like this for as long as the night went on. And even now, on the brink of passing out, they still found the energy to play with each others' feelings. "Well fine then!" Kihara turned around quickly towards him.
"? Wha-" With little rhyme or reason the next thing that Takasu saw was an orange haired girl jumping full force on top of him. Taken aback by it he lost balance, and landed flat with his back pushing down on Kihara's bed. The young woman followed suit and braced herself directly on top of him. Her queen size bed bounced rhythmically as her delicate body met the steadiness of his; just as if the both of them were lying on the night clouds the bed succumbed to the strength of her vigor and gently went into support their rapport. Her arms caught herself on the bedside directly to the left and right of Takasu's face, naturally bringing her to an even more intimate distance than where they were before.
The ripples of the bed rocked back and forth throughout their bodies. In that slight moment the both of them couldn't help but lock eyes with each other again. They froze. A beautiful, passionate girl was on top of a brooding, confident young man. All alone in one room the gravity of their bodies made stardust with each others'. The moment became too fast for them to handle.
"..."
"..."
Both of their eyes dilated as they realized the lover's situation that they found themselves in. Succumbing to the heat of the moment they knew little of what to say to each other; their bodies on top of each other seemed to communicate things better than their speechless mouths ever could. Attraction took it's toll on both of them as Kihara's orbit circled around Takasu's. The air went weightless.
"So Sherlock... you have any clue about what I'm going to do now?..." Even amidst all of her insecurity she found a way to jab at Takasu's heart. Her smile wore all of the nervousness and happiness she could ever feel.
Takasu stayed stunned, mesmerized by how beautiful she was. But even he himself knew what the situation called for. He did his best to curve his words to match Kihara's. "Sure I do. Do you know what you're doing though? You sure don't want me to help out with that?" The sly, cocky tone in his voice was just mysterious enough to bury the insecurity he undoubtedly had as well.
Kihara beamed in glee.
*SLAP* With soft hands she swung directly at Takasu's cheek.
"Oww! What the-"
Without giving him the time to respond he hushed his tender lips with her finger. "Didn't see that coming, did you? *wink*" She cradled his cheekbones in her soft palms, holding his head like a baby. She brought her own head into his instinctually. The heat they generated could have lit the sky. "Got to keep you on your own toes. You can't know everything about me~ 3" Subtly she perked her lips, closed her eyebrows, and went in to match Takasu's figure. She stayed still to match the moment and waited for the moment where sharp warmth would shake her being. She held her posture again and again, just waiting. But somehow she didn't feel anything in return.
She opened her eyes.
The magic of the night evaporated into the dull light of the morning sun. Kihara stood right outside the school gates, leaning in slightly forward still having her lips in the same position from her dream. She blushed hard in shame, shaking her head violently to let go of the stupid fantasy that was playing in her head. She shook harder and harder as she felt her eyes start to water without her will. She didn't know what was happening to her, but above all else she knew this wasn't a moment to cry.
"Okay just-... just breathe..." She stopped herself fully and stood still, whispering a mantra to herself. Whether it would work or not it was her last chance at an attempt to hold off her barreling emotions. "As long as you don't talk to anyone you're going to make it through tonight just fine. It's going to be fine." Her words did little to calm the mess that was inside of her, but they were at least something to hear against the loud clashing of heart.
She checked her phone. 8:50, she was over half an hour late. She had figured that she had been walking slow to school but she didn't expect it would have taken this much of the day.
Kihara felt her chest sting at the thought of what she spent her time on. She doubted fully her ability to stay sane in the face of today; she could hardly keep it together when she was just walking by herself. It felt awful to walk towards the gates of purgatory themselves.
Couldn't she just ditch today she thought? Should she just text her mom that she wasn't feeling that well and head back home? It wasn't like she was lying either; this was literally one of the worst days of her life in some time and if she needed a reason to quit the day she had one. With somber air she took a look up towards the main building where her classroom was, feeling some type of sentiment build within her. There were going to be repercussions for the actions she was about to do, there already were. But at this point any thoughts about what was going to happen to her now fell on a sunken heart. She didn't want to feel like this. She didn't want to be here.
*DING* Kihara's phone vibrated in her hand, it was a text message. From Nanako.
"Hey, are you okay?" She could invision her concerned, anxious voice as she read her writing. "I'm sorry for leaving you... do you want me to get you? You're not far right?"
"It's okay. I'm going to go back home." Kihara's fingers moved at frightening speed. It was seconds before her best friend texted her back.
"Wait, Kihara, let's just talk first." Text bubbles and phone chimes sprang out like fireworks. "I can get out of class and we can just talk. I'm worried."
"We can just talk like this. You don't need to find me." She remained stern, somehow afraid to show her feelings over texts.
"What street are you on? I'm leaving right now."
"Nanako don't. I'm not going to tell you."
"I know where you live." A jolt ran through her spine as she called her out. "You're not going to hide from me, I know all the spots where you would probably ditch anyway." Being stone faced wasn't going to cut it. Cornered she relied on something else to get her point across.
"Can't you just leave me alone?! You already did when you just left me hanging there on the street!" Seething anger radiated from the girl's pink phone. "Go away! Just go back to class and talk with everybody on how much of a slut I am! I know you're already doing it! And you're just going to hide away once I get there and pretend like it never even happened! You two-faced skank! Why do I even call you my friend?!"
"Because you know I care about you." Something about reading that back made Kihara even more angry.
"Well if you cared about me so god-damn much then why can't you listen and leave me the hell alone?!" All holds were down at this point. Her fingers moved as fast as her hatred could fuel them. "You never listen! You never listen to a thing I ever tell you! Where were you today when I was feeling like shit?! Why did you just leave alone to cry?! Twice?! You don't want to help me, you're nothing but some backstabbing skank! Go back to class and keep talking bad about me! Keep being the two-faced slut that you always are! Just be honest with yourself and stop trying to pretend like you actually give a shi-" Her fingers froze. Just as she was about to frantically hit send her whole body turned to stone as her eyes locked vision with what was infront of her.
"...Hey Kihara." Nanako stood several feet away, clearly still nervous on how to approach the situation. Kihara cursed at herself a little for not thinking far enough ahead to actually leave school grounds.
She turned her head away to dismiss her,closing her eyes in disgust. "W-What do you want?..." She clearly stuttered her words, too insecure to express her unwillingness clearly.
"I... I just want to talk." Nanako didn't keep eye contact either; she shot her eyes at the floor around her, trying to muster courage from her shaking demeanor. The confidence that she wish she had at this moment was nowhere to be found, and she was just as if not even more weak-willed when the two of them were still walking towards school.
Kihara remained blunt, what she was good at. "No you don't." She peeked her eyes back up at Nanako, using her direct words as a foundation to stay strong in the conversation. "You don't want to talk to me, you've never done this before." Her words started to escalate. "Who put you up to this? Which one of the scumbags in class told you to come down here?"
"No, no one-"
"Don't lie to me!" Kihara yelled, using the full extent of her anger. Nanako froze, looking directly in her hatred fueled eyes. "Who told you to do this?! Who was it?!"
Fear and anguish shook the very core of the once determined girl, her plans of consolation now fading fast from her mind. With blood rushing to her cheeks and her eyes beginning to water she looked away, but still stood her ground. She felt compelled to deliver on her goal to make this moment count.
Confident and scared she spoke softly to her friend. "I... I talked to Taiga about a few things."
Kihara burned.
"What?! Her?! What does she have to do with anything?!" Her mind went to places she didn't even know it could. "You're talking to her now because you have something big to talk about?! Is that it?!"
"No! You got it wrong!" Nanako tried to match how loud Kihara got. She started to shake. "We weren't talking bad about you! We were-"
"What?! 'We were-' what?!" It was as if the actual air around Kihara got set on fire. "What could you possibly talk about this morning, except the BIG freaking story that happened last night?! You never talk with her! Ever! Why can't you just tell the truth and say to my face that you were making fun of me?! Why can't you at least do THAT as a friend?!"
Nanako's fear shook her even more. "...But... no! That's not what happened! Kihara, just listen to what I have-"
"I AM LISTENING!" Kihara yelled. The world froze under the weight of her voice. "You haven't said a damn thing! The only useful thing that you've told me is that you talked to that little psycho about what I did last night! You NEVER talk about anything important! All that we ever talk about is other people and that's the only thing you're good at! And when it comes down to it you can't even ADMIT to me the things that you did because you're too much of a SCARED little girl to-!..." Her words drifted away and quietly fell to the floor beneath her. With dilated eyes she stared for a moment, for forever, at what was infront of her.
It was only just now that she saw her friend shaking; it was the first time that she ever saw Nanako do something like this. With shut eyes she just stood there fidgeting to herself, looking like she was preparing herself to get hit with the force of a train. Her arms stood still at her side resisting the obvious shock that she was under, going all the way to her hands that were curled in pained, weak fists. With eyes closed she gave a stream of tears so quiet that even she couldn't hear them. She grit her teeth openly showing how much she was shaken, not even strong enough to attempt to hide the way she was. It was obvious to anybody who could see her how much she was trying to fight off her own demons. It didn't seem like she was winning the battle either.
Silence filled the distance between the two friends.
"..." Kihara felt the wind behind her breeze by as if to somehow mark the turning point that this moment was. The devil's rage that she wore at her sleeves shared it's influence with a feeling that she didn't understand too well. It was something a lot more softer than what she was used to, and somehow it was much more frightening as it sunk into the very core of her chest. She felt her face give slowly, and with it the tight, powerful rage that consumed her drifted into a mess somewhere in the sky. She stared at her friend. She couldn't help it. And with a will that wasn't her own her hand started to reach out in front of her, as if to try and salvage something that had been torn apart. A part of her felt cornered. A part of her felt scared.
She hated it.
The moment shifted hard as the the young girl's legs marched with a fervor towards her classroom. Showing no signs of remorse she passed up her friend at a frightening speed, somehow feeling a sense of entitlement from doing so. The gravity of the situation meant very little to her as she clung on to the one feeling that she felt she had control over. She didn't look back.