Yeah, I update fast. I'm updating as I finish a new part, basically. I know I always want to read the next part as soon as possible, so I'm trying to do that for you all.
Mikan - Thanks for the comment! I'm glad my insanity is amusing you!
JFC - Get out of my heeead!
Your "OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAH" comment cracked me up and I almost went back and changed it. Maybe I'll put it in a later part.
This next part was the original ending before I decided to tie the two sections together. Which means after this is some random fluff crap.
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6
Have you ever noticed how nothing happens in your life for long periods of time and then everything happens at once? Well, that's the way my life seems to go at least.
"What?! Are you serious?" I exclaimed into my cell phone. I sighed. "Right, I understand. Tomorrow, right? .... ok." I hung up the phone and promptly began creating a killer percussion beat with my head against the nearest wall.
"Having fun?" I stopped and opened one eye to see an amused Fujimoto staring at me.
"Oh, yeah," I replied before returning to banging my head on the wall. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THUD. I opened my eyes to see Miki's hand between my forehead and the wall.
"What's up?" she asked. We had become fairly good friends in the years since she joined. She didn't seem to push my buttons anymore... well, that's not true. She just was pushing different buttons. A hardcore flirt with wandering hands. Who enjoyed teasing me unmercifully at the most inappropriate times. Such as putting her hands in the front pockets of very tight shorts when we were on camera. In other words, even though we never mentioned that 5 am discussion, I thought about it constantly. Especially late at night when I wondered why I was fighting off her advances so strongly.
"It's Yagu - Ah, good evening!" I bowed politely at a passing staff member who was known for being a bit gossipy. I looked around suspiciously, grabbed a surprised Miki's arm, and hauled her into the nearest room.
"If you wanted to get some special alone time, you just needed to ask," Miki teased, running her hand slowly down my arm and leaving a trail of goose bumps. I ignored her.
"Yaguchi is getting Friday'd tomorrow morning. I'm going to be the freaking leader," I explained.
"They got caught!?" Miki exclaimed, dropping her hand. She shook her head. "That's unbelievable. What kind of idiot doesn't notice a telephoto lens peeping out of the bushes? Did she want to get caught or something?" I shook my head and turned to open the door and check for eavesdroppers.
It was locked. I turned around to explain this to Fujimoto.
Except she, thinking we were leaving, stepped forward at the same time, trapping my shoelace, causing me to lose my balance and pitch forward, taking her down with me.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" I exclaimed. Miki looked a bit dazed, but otherwise fine.
...this seemed strangely familiar.
"Do you have some sort of arousal issue with storage closets?!" Miki demanded.
"What in the world are you talking about?" I replied, feeling more and more confused by the minute. Miki sighed as I started to get up off the poor girl.
"I guess I'm lucky since I didn't get pummeled with half-empty boxes this time." My entire body froze mid motion.
"What did you just say?" I said very slowly. Miki rolled her eyes.
"You have got to be kidding me," she replied. "You still haven't figured it out? It's not like I've changed THAT much since 2000." My eyes widened to a near-anime level.
"Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no," I stammered as my poor brain finally started putting 2 and 2 together and getting 4 for once instead of 78. "You, uh, you auditioned with me, didn't you?"
"Yeeeees," Miki said slowly as though I had a mental illness. Which I apparently did.
"And, uh, your audition number was, um..."
"511," we said in unison. I could feel my entire body begin to blush.
"Then, the 'issue' you wanted to talk about that one time was, uh..."
"That we had made out about three years earlier."
"Ah," I said intelligently.
"Yep," Miki replied with a slowly spreading smirk. She had the upper hand and knew it. I hate it when other people had the upper hand.
"I take it you've figured out where to put your nose now?" I inquired innocently before Miki could say anything. Miki gave me one of her patented death glares and slammed her right arm against my back. I fell from my weird frozen in motion crouching position directly onto her.
"Trust me. I know where to put everything now," she replied smugly, slowly bringing her right leg up into a bent position until it was pressed against my - Oh my... I had just begun to color slightly when she continued. "I see you decided to be openly hot again." I laughed.
"Oh, you're not getting a free show this time." Miki closed her eyes and grinned.
"Oh, trust me, I'm getting one right now." She opened one eye. "And I bet I can get one again." I shook my head and lowered my face down to whisper in her ear.
"No, next one you have to pay for." Miki's eyes met mine. And her lips soon followed.
Like I've said before, I can be a bit fuzzy on the details. I remember her lips and hands and skin and hands and those legs and, oh Lord, did I mention her hands? The other members only think they've seen them wander.
I'd love to say it was romantic and wonderful and destiny aligned and all of that, but who am I kidding? We were on the floor of a closet, Miki (ok, I say it was Miki and Miki says it was me) kept accidentally kicking over stacks of I don't even know what onto the floor, and I later confirmed with her that neither one of us had any idea what to do exactly and were just kind of winging it. It was messy and sloppy and chaotic and absolutely fantastic.
"Wow," I exhaled as I lay panting. Miki had half collapsed into my arms and seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. Which at first made my ego swell with pride before I began to worry. "Are you ok?" I asked. She opened her eyes and stared into mine for a moment. The raw emotions in her eyes was bewitching and painful at the same time.
"I'm spectacular," she finally said dramatically, making me laugh. "How are you?"
"Uh, can't complain," I replied. She smiled and started to drift to sleep again. I glanced around at the damage we had done to the room. There were several bolts of satiny fabric that had fallen over and at some point we had started using the red one as a pillow. I absentmindedly picked off a silver streamer that had fallen from who knows where onto Miki's head. What a weird room. "OH!" I exclaimed suddenly. "I almost forgot to tell you!"
"As long as it's not about a STD, I'm good," she replied without moving.
"You're the sub!" I announced. This got her attention.
"Excuse me? I do believe that I was on top for at least half -" I laughed.
"No, no, no. With Yaguchi leaving, I'm promoted to leader. They decided to make you sub-leader because you're old."
"That's great news," she replied, ignoring the barb and snuggling back into my arms. "My first act is the banishment of the 'No dating amongst members' rule." She paused. "On second thought, a new rule in its place 'Only dating amongst leader and subleader members'." I chuckled.
"Oh! So we're dating now?" I asked.
"Well, I just assumed you wanted to do the non-asshole thing here."
"Miki." I said in a serious voice. This startled her and she sat up.
"Uh, we can talk about it, I was mostly joking," she backpedaled.
"Since you've stolen my innocence from me -"
"Who stole whose what now?" she interjected with a raised eyebrow.
"You'll just have to do the honorable thing and ask Nakazawa for her blessing."
"I hate you so much," Miki laughed.
"Really? Well, I'll have to fix that, then. You seemed pretty damn fond of me a few minutes ago."
She started to laugh, which quickly turned into an entirely different noise.
After all, practice makes perfect.
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