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I really want to apologize for all the people who have started to read my story "Sisters". I was following the manga online, but it was removed from the stream probably due to the nature of its content and I was just having a difficult time adapting it to the two girls. I'm really sorry, but feel free to use your imagination to fill in the blanks?
I'm really terrible at keeping stories going, I haven't steadily written fanfiction in years, just sporadic writings when I feel like it. If it's okay, I wanted to post up stories I've started, and also ask for some opinion on how to continue. This summer I started writing an Ai-centric story that I'm trying to make realistic but it's difficult. I have no idea on my update speed or if it will be, but I hope it can be an interesting read. I just ask that if I don't continue ever or for a long time that you use your imagination to fill in blanks.
So this will be a thread of many writings, kind of like at Hello! Online (I suppose), but language will be coarser. There won't really be pervy writings, if so they will be linked out. I'm sorry for the trouble.
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so far it's on page 8 on Word.
Ai is a Pervert [pending title]
It was a far too ordinary day that things had changed. Ai didn’t understand herself how things had turned out that way, but it was already too late.
“Gakisan!” I laughed as said girl looked up in surprise before donning a huge grin on her elastic features. Risa had such a wonderfully natural smile; it had honestly made me jealous at first- before we had become friends.
“Hiro!” She giggled as he nuzzled her cheek affectionately, the stubble against smooth, bright skin. “Ahaha!” My laugh had simmered down and I took to smiling instead at the heart warming scene before me.
I was happy for them. Having grown up with Risa for a large chunk of my life, it brought a genuine smile to my face to see her able to have such happiness. Hiro was a good guy, although we didn’t have much to talk about (besides Risa). Ah, Risa was definitely beating me in the romance department…
My smile became a frown at that; I did feel a bit of jealousy towards my best friend for being able to find such a great boyfriend. I don’t know if it hurt my pride because she was younger than me, or that I was just used to being above Risa in most aspects.
I definitely knew that Risa was good looking- she had always been a cute girl who had eventually blossomed into a fine young woman. We both had awkward phases (I had stubbornly and consistently been obsessed with black and pin straight hair while Risa had her childish pigtails), but I knew I had matured and become beautiful as well. It sounds presumptuous of me to say, but compared to the scrawny kid I had been…
My mind returned to the bittersweet subject of love. Although I seemed to brush off the topic, I really did want to fall in love. I wanted to have a wonderful love that would make even Risa jealous. It was such a selfish request, but seeing how happy she was now… I wanted to top that and enjoy those emotions as well. Those feelings weren’t right and I felt so guilty and a little disappointed in myself, but I was overwhelmed by the sense of need.
However, at that very moment, I had to make sure that I remained unnoticed. It was completely coincidental that I had managed to catch Risa and Hiro in this rather crowded shopping district, but I had no intentions of greeting them. I still felt a pint sized, green-eyed monster within myself due to lack of a significant other and just plain didn’t want to be the third wheel. Risa was too kind in herself to neglect single old me, despite being on a date with her boyfriend whom I didn’t really know very well. I did feel a bit smug that I was able to profile Risa accurately in the sense I could simulate her actions. Ai – 1, Hiro – 0. I felt myself become a little surprised at thinking of it that way, but shook it off.
The juice in front of me barely had any ice left, my constant stirring quickly diminishing what little remained. I took a sip nonchalantly as I stared on ahead, silently wishing that I would be unnoticed. Although the chances were slim, Risa’s eyes were really something and she seemed to have her own Ai-dar.
The table shifted suddenly and jerkily, causing the beverage to slosh around dangerously. I picked up the glass and used a napkin to wipe at it, only managing to absorb the condensation on the outside. I looked over the table to see a human form breathing heavily on the floor.
“I’m – so – sorry!” a girl panted, reduced to her hands and knees in an attempt to regain her breath. I quirked an internal eyebrow at why a young girl would be so out of breath in the middle of a semi-crowded outdoor café.
Unable to get any more words out (she gasped uncomfortably before decidedly giving up), she put her hands together in apology and bowed a few times in quick succession. Somehow, I pushed my drink towards her. “Here.” The girl (who was actually a little taller than me…) looked surprised before gratitude filled her eyes. Plucking the glass from my hand, she took out the straw before chugging the ice-less contents.
“Ah~!” It was my turn to look (amusedly) surprised that she had gulped down the drink so quickly (and all of it. Despite my kindness and lack of thirst, it didn’t seem courteous to just down a stranger’s offered beverage… or safe). “Thank you so much!” She grinned and I noticed one of her teeth in particular had a rather pronounced sharpness to it, reminding me of a fang. Normally I would think that teeth that were not straight should really get some work done, but it looked remarkably endearing with her features. “My name is Kamei Eri! Nice to meetcha!” Eri extended her hand towards me and I almost stared due to the uncommon practice of Japanese people shaking hands. I grasped her hand tentatively and she squeezed with a gentle firmness.
“Oh crap!” My hand was released and Eri quickly began to remove her zip up sweatshirt. She plopped herself on her seat, using the clothing as a cushion. Without the hood over her head, her light brown hair fell daintily over her chest and arms with a refreshing feel. Unintentionally I felt a little envious that this girl could pull off such a natural hair style while I slaved away at the flat iron every morning. “Please sit!”
I complied, a bit bewildered. “Are you okay?” The reply I received was a large grin, stretched so even her eyes shrunk to accommodate the room for her smile. This girl sure was a weirdo. I almost began to worry that I was acquainting myself with such an oddball, but at least she was cute. I frowned mentally- I sound like some dirty old man.
“Are the desserts here any good?” Eri began browsing through the menu that had only seconds ago laid alone.
My mouth went to open in reply, but I paused. What was going on here? Wasn’t this a weird situation? I looked at Eri again, who was staring intensely at the pastry selections in front of her. A mental image forced itself into my mind of the two of us, in a dimly lit room. I would push her against the wall and pin her arms above her head, ravaging her smooth neck. She would moan softly and arch into my touches, and my free hand would wander around her firm muscles, up her shirt, grasping mounds of flesh-
A pained look crossed my face and I stopped. What the FUCK was wrong with me. I was caught in a cold sweat, forcing my mind away from those… dirty thoughts. I… seriously needed a boyfriend to get laid with, my mind was doing cruel things to me. I felt incredibly guilty at that moment for thinking such a thing about a girl I had just met (and was unsure of the age, despite her height advantage). Not to mention that she was a GIRL. That was… SO wrong. My brain was screaming at me that girls were to be with boys, but I didn’t feel all that disgusted of the thought of Eri and I together. Not that I thought she necessarily swung that way, but she was a cutie and her skin looked smooth and her muscles looked hot…
“Are you okay?” I jerked my gaze up in surprise, as if a deer caught in headlights. Eri looked a bit worried, but smiled it off and giggled. “You’re so cute!” I blushed, a reflex that came to me far too naturally than I would have liked. “So, what’s your name?” The heat in my cheeks deepened as I felt so foolish for not revealing my name when Eri had so selflessly told me hers.
“I’m Takahashi Ai.” My voice was quieter than I intended, probably due to how I felt immensely overshadowed by Eri’s outgoingness. I was stereotyped as shy, but she was a huge foil to my personality. Her face lit up again and I inwardly melted a bit.
“So, Ai-chan then!” Eri laughed a bit to herself before she began to awkwardly scoot in her chair to be closer to me. “You take a look at the menu too! My treat for drinking all your juice, haha.”
So she wasn’t just a cute moocher. I felt pleased to meet an attractive and nice girl who also had manners… somewhat. Although she was definitely hot, I always felt happy when I acquainted with a good looking person, as vain as that sounds. I feel like such a douchebag when I think that way, but I can’t help it… There’s a reason why most adored celebrities are hot, right?
“Sure,” I replied and gently held onto the end of the menu closest to me. I suppressed a smile at the fact we were sharing a menu and in such a cute manner. I hadn’t grown up with many female friends, and I really wanted the pretty companionship I had seen in so many movies.
Since Eri had downed my previous beverage, I felt it was a safe bet to order another.
“An orange juice, please.” Like a little kid, Eri’s eyes lit up in awe as she grinned goofily.
“That’s totally my favourite drink too!” she gushed. I hadn’t said it was my favourite thing to drink (water or an iced tea were more my type), but I allowed her to think what she wanted.
The waiter came to our table after Eri waved him over and took the menu and empty glass. I didn’t really pay attention to what Eri ordered as I would be seeing it in a few minutes anyways. My thoughts began to drift, and if I were able to observe myself from an outside perspective, I would probably stomp on my foot or something with how rude I was being to Eri. I would get so annoyed if the company (though unexpected…) I was with were spacing out when I was with them.
I guess I had always been cute for Japanese standards. I always had huge eyes (people could assume I was always surprised) and my body was petite. I had kept slim and in shape through dance; I had started with ballet before moving onto my true passion of Hip Hop. I have nice teeth, though my smile is kind of huge on my face, but Risa told me it was charming. However, she also said my man scream and nose crinkle were cute too so Risa is really just biased or making fun of me.
Once again, I just… wanted to fall in love. I was already twenty and had only come close to a relationship once. I had been asked out by a boy in high school, only for him to move a few days later, the jerk. Who does that anyways- ask someone out when you know you’ll only be available for a few days. Perhaps that experience traumatized me with boys and got me into thinking about girls.
Maybe I had always been a bit of a perv since I was young- when I had seen girls and women wearing skirts, I would ask my mother, “Are they wearing underwear? Are they wearing safety shorts?” Every time my mother would reply yes, either humoured or annoyed. It seemed like and was just a childish thing that passed with time, but to be honest, I was and still am drawn to girls when they wear skirts. I don’t know if it’s the childish curiosity in me still, wondering if they are dressed with the appropriate undergarments, but it was weird. It wasn’t something I planned to share with anyone, especially not Risa. Even though she’s my best friend, there are things you just don’t tell anyone. Like if you enjoyed fucking a donkey in your spare time. That is just fucking strange.
Regardless of if I could get myself to like girls, this was Japan. As much as society had advanced and the amounts of crazy fanservice from idols, it was still heavily frowned upon. Even if I admitted to my sexual preference, I was terrified of others knowing. It felt like a secret I would take with me to the grave, only shared with a significant other (who would then have to take it to her grave, preferably beside my own). Although I was okay with the secrecy for now, would the person I love be okay with it? What if our feelings conflicted and would cause unhappiness for us? Or perhaps my feelings would be so great that I wouldn’t care if people knew and instead would want the world to find out. Oh, my head hurt.
“Your orders, miss.” The waiter was back, with our food and drinks. We each received an orange juice (surprise, surprise), and I was a bit intrigued to see two slices of cake placed in front of Eri. I was a little relieved to notice that I wasn’t the only one spacing out, as Eri seemed to pop back into reality at that moment as well. She grinned and gave a happy “thanks!” while I smiled slightly and nodded to the waiter as he retreated. I began to stir my drink so that the ice could melt a bit more- I liked my juice a little less sweet.
“For you!” I looked up from my drink (I tend to concentrate on my food too much, and I guess drinks too) to see a fork’s handle being offered to me. I noticed how Eri held the fork with only three fingers in the centre, so as not to dirty the pronged, food touching area and to offer me a safe hold. I felt suddenly happy that I wasn’t the only person who noticed these things. Although quiet, I was a polite and caring girl (probably…), but most people would just hand a fork over as if with the intention to stab. I think I’m liking this girl more now.
“Why…?” I asked this, but I accepted the fork anyway, touched by her caring gestures. She took both plates of cake and pushed them to be inbetween us. I noticed immediately one was strawberry shortcake, and the other was of a chocolate variety.
“Because we’re going to share cake!” She went to cleanly stab off a large portion of the chocolate cake and held it menacingly in my view. “And you are going to have some even if I have to force feed you!” Although Eri was smiling and her eyes twinkling, her voice was a little scary… I felt a slight flush on my cheeks as I speared a piece of the other cake. I dutifully placed it in my mouth and chewed, savouring the taste. I don’t really eat many dessert foods, but I do like strawberry shortcake.
The other plate was pushed towards me. “Have some chocolate too!” I actually wasn’t a huge fan of chocolate, but I forked a piece anyways. Regardless of how good quality chocolate was, it always left a weird aftertaste in my mouth after.
It was good. Not so good that I would be frequenting this café just to order chocolate cake every time, but it wasn’t something I had to force myself to have. As I swallowed, I felt my throat a little sticky and almost wished to have ordered something that complimented cake better, like water or coffee. However, beggars can’t be choosers, so I stirred my juice once more before taking a sip, careful not to make noise or bubbles. I set my glass down gently with my pinky cushioning it- I hated when cutlery was placed noisily.
“You’re adorable, Ai-chan!” Eri grinned at me (she seemed to have this permanent expression on her face; it’s probably redundant of me to continuously describe her grin) with one hand placed under her chin as she seemed to be observing me. My face darkened again as I hadn’t noticed I was being scrutinized. “You’re really cute when you eat.” My heart fluttered at her compliment- I always felt very pleased when I received them, and Eri was a looker to boot.
“Not really,” I muttered back, not meeting her gaze. Eri seemed to be a headstrong person so she probably disregarded my comment. Whatever floats her boat.
That suddenly reminded me: what got her so out of breath in the first place? Was she running from something? And from what?
“If you don’t mind me asking,” I began, a little hesitant, “What were you doing before that made you so out of breath?” That was terribly worded, it seemed obvious enough that she was running so I hoped that she would elaborate more.
“Well… I was running.” Damn. “From someone I kind of don’t want to see right now.” Eri looked a little apologetic or some sort of uncomfortable, so I felt a little bit guilty for prying. I knew how she felt; though I wasn’t technically moving, I was avoiding being seen by Risa and her “BF” (as we had giggling-ly said in our younger days). I wondered if it was an (ex-)lover she was trying to get away from, or (the more imaginative side) if she was secretly a rich girl who was fed up with her sheltered life, trying to escape the bodyguards that her old fashioned and overbearing father had assigned to monitor her daily life. I used to be a huge anime fan, no big.
“I see.” I nodded faintly and had myself another piece of cake, strawberry again. This was nice; Risa and I would have comfortable outings like this on occasion, but the frequency severely diminished since her infatuation with her boyfriend. I’ll admit I was a bit lonely, since I mainly spent my free time with her. The feeling of being with Risa was noticeably different than with Eri- I was definitely more aloof and open with Risa (being friends for years tended to have this effect). I felt a little bad for comparing the two since I had only JUST met Eri, but I did feel comfortable being around her (Eri) as well. She had this… jolly presence? I felt as though she wouldn’t judge me when I spoke, and I could afford being more conserved because her bright personality would make up for it. Eri was like a big child, and Risa was more mature. Uhh… I don’t know if I make sense…
“So, what do you do for a living?” Eri asked.
“My day job is retail, but I do dance lessons on the side.” Her eyes lit up again, it was really a joy seeing the sparkle in her eyes, like a puppy who knew they were getting a biscuit.
“Cool! What store? What kind of dance?” I wanted to smile at her attentiveness towards me. It’s probably not interesting to hear how happy I get at a cute girl paying attention to me, but I’m usually the wallflower, so this was a special treat for me.
“Just a small shop in Shibuya 109,” (Eri’s jaw dropped, as that was ‘THE’ place to shop), “and I do intro lessons to Hip Hop.” I am actually not a very good social person for my job. I can fake it well enough, or mask my awkwardness with aloof calm, but like my boss says, she hired me to be eye-candy. My pride swells at that, as well as my anti-rape defences.
“I’ll have to go visit you sometime!” Eri exclaimed, “and I can’t believe we do the same style of dance!” This piqued my interest a bit. I had noticed Eri’s toned legs (it was hard not to stare at her thighs to be honest) and I guess this could explain it? My lessons with the kids were nothing, my own dancing was much more intense. A competitive part of me wondered how good she was; maybe we could see each other’s moves. That sounded like such a terrible pick-up line.
“That sounds good.” My reply was incredibly vague, but it didn’t seem to bother her.
Suddenly, she giggled softly. “I can’t be the only one who thinks this is a little funny, how we’re meeting?” A flick seemed to have been switched and her expression mellowed down, becoming more mature. I found myself enamoured with this side of Eri as well. “I don’t usually make friends with strangers like this, and I’m not some crazy person either.” Another giggle. “I don’t know, but I think I may have come off a little strongly. However, I hope we can be friends, Takahashi Ai.”
I smiled back at her. “This is a unique first meeting, to be honest,” I admitted, “but I’m glad we met. I hope we can be friends too, Eri.” She smiled widely, though a bit shyly at the intimate use of just her first name. I wanted to grin- was that a blush she was sporting?
“Eri-chan!” An 'oh fuck' expression laid itself across said girl’s face and she froze. With minimal movement, I turned to look at the voice that called her. I could deduce it was male (her father? Bodyguards? Boyfriend?), and he was probably around the same age as us (never mind about the father, most likely to be her boyfriend and bodyguard was still slightly probable). He had a… disgruntled(?) expression on his face, borderline annoyed. He seemed to be a bit out of breath, not as crazy as Eri seemed to be at first, but his legs were longer. He wasn’t bad looking, but I found myself thinking that Eri could do better.
“I want to talk, Eri-chan.” Well, so much for her statue disguise. Her face changed to a scowl (but I thought it was cute… I wonder if I have an Eri complex now) as she turned to look at him in slight annoyance.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she said firmly. “We’re over.” Eri’s voice wasn’t very loud, but it held authority. I was a bit surprised and almost excited that I was witnessing such a dramatic scene as if it were from a movie or drama. It seemed surreal and I felt dick-ish for thinking it, but it’s not everyday! (Right?!)
“I know you broke up with me, but at least tell me why! I mean- we weren’t even together for very long, what did I do wrong?” Ooh, an unfound poet.
“I just don’t like you that way and felt it would be best to end this earlier than have it drag on.” I felt more respect for Eri- lesser girls would drag around a boy just for the sake of being with someone or having someone to hang their arms on.
“No, no,” he shook his head. “If you just give me more time, I know I can win you over! I’m a good guy, I’ll be good to you.” He was a bit pitiful to behold; if I were a weaker person I would probably take him back. If I were a bitch I’d probably stomp all over him.
“Find another girl, Daisuke.” Eri was quiet and she did not look at his pathetic form. I, however, could handle to continue watching, and I knew he wouldn’t be giving up so easily.
“I’m not going to give up,” he affirmed. “Just give me another chance! Please.” I could tell Eri was not going to relent to his pleas and her body language was restless. This wasn’t a comfortable situation for her and I wished I could help.
“There’s someone else,” she said softly. An unexpected twist! My face didn’t reveal anything, unlike this Daisuke’s. He was in shock, but it was a watered down version- as if he had expected that as a possibility, but hadn’t ACTUALLY expected that to be the case in real life.
“Who- who- is it someone I know?” Daisuke wasn’t really angry, but more of just an intense curiosity and displeasure. “Things… probably aren’t very far with this person right? So I can still have a chance, so please-!”
“She’s right here!” Oh. My god. This certainly was not the way I was expecting to somehow get into Eri’s pants. I am lucky I have a superb poker face or else Daisuke may have not believed her statement as he turned to look at me. I felt a bit cross as his eyes raked up and down my body- he paused at my legs for an awful long time.
“You- she-” He was lost for words as he stuttered.
“It’s nothing personal.” Eri’s voice was softer again. I was still stupefied, but kind of smug. Our seats were still beside each other from sharing the menu, and I felt Eri take my hand under the table and give it a squeeze. I wonder what kind of reassurance she was trying to convey through that. Or it could have been a “please-play-along-with-this” gesture.
“That’s low, Eri.” Daisuke looked upset now, maybe a little angry. “I know I come on a little strongly, but you don’t have to use such an outrageous lie.”
“You don’t think we could be together?” I spoke up, surprising the three people present (AKA, including myself). The attitude he spoke with really just rubbed me the wrong way; me and Eri were TOTALLY compatible, moreso than her and him. We made a fucking hot couple.
Daisuke looked a bit hesitant with my involvement, but nodded- barely. “Eri-chan’s too nice, even when she’s saying no, so it would be something she would do.” He mumbled this without looking at me, and I used my peripherals to look at the mentioned girl. She was not happy that her on-the-spot excuse failed so quickly.
It was not like me at all- I’m actually a really timid person, ask my parents, ask Risa. I shy away from human contact (despite really, really wanting to be in a relationship) and I’m a very passive person. It could have been my dislike to Daisuke that fuelled my actions. Or maybe it was just my attraction to Eri and the supportive situation.
I moved our intertwined hands into my lap. The action caused Eri to turn to me with a questioning look and I returned a calm one. I didn’t FEEL all that calm, I felt like my chest could implode at any moment. I turned my torso to completely face her, and reached my free hand under her chin. Her breath hitched as she realized what I was going to do.
“Ai…” Her voice was a quiet breathiness as I leaned in, and her eyelids lowered. The distance between us was gone as I pressed my lips against hers.
Since I was a kid, I’ve probably brushed my lips against many things, but nothing like that kiss. I felt a jolt of pleasure course through me, and I wanted to sigh at the softness of her lips. My mouth began to move, and Eri began to complement my actions with her own. If I knew how great kissing felt, I probably would have been a kissing demon earlier on in my life, like how a friend of Risa’s supposedly is. I wondered if I was doing a good job- all of my experience came from inanimate objects (pillows mostly) and watching movie actors.
I opened my eye a slit to observe our viewer. He looked so shocked I almost wanted to burst out laughing. And- oh my, what was going on in the front of his pants? He seemed to notice that area as well, as he moved his hand to cover his friend before he turned tail and ran.
I looked to Eri and was a bit turned on to see her eyes still closed, lost in our kiss. I smiled at the thought, and the different movement is probably what broke the spell. She slowly backed away and opened her eyes at the same speed, looking anywhere but me. Her breathing was a bit heavier than resting, I noticed.
“Sorry about that.” I actually was really happy that happened, but I did feel sorry in case that was not something Eri was okay with. “I didn’t mean to but in on your matters-”
“No, it was my fault, I told him that we were-” Eri became a bit flustered at this and didn’t finish her sentence. I began to think that maybe she was just as inexperienced in love as I was, or maybe just with girls it was embarrassing.
Our actions may have caused a disturbance, I’m not too sure, because the waiter came over and silently handed us the bill. I know Eri said she would treat, but I decided that I would foot the cost and placed the money on the table.
“Shall we go?” Although my speech indicated the two of us leaving together, I was completely prepared for Eri to reject me and dash off to some corner where she could hide from the Ai-cooties.
“Yeah, sure.” She stood up carefully and retrieved her sweater (it was probably not normal at all of me to think at that moment how lucky it (the sweater) was to have Eri sit on it).
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That's it so far, I hope it's okay. I feel as though many people will not be okay with what I am doing, and I apologize again. ^^; The formatting is a little wonky from getting it from Word to the forum... I have no idea where I was or am going with this, I just started writing and kept going until the inspiration snuffed out. ialsostartedwritingapervforthis
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