Kuro's Unusually Weird OS/SS/FF/CS HKT request part 2

[kuro808]

Le Request

"You think she's cute right?" Anai Chihiro asked her partner as she stroked her long, chestnut hair.

"Yeah..." Matsuoka Natsumi promptly answered with her eyes looking up at Chihiro. "Don't tell me..."

"It was just Meru has been talking about her a lot." The captain laughed nervously. "She gets quite embarrassed when we call her out or tell her something to bring up her spirits."

Natsu nodded her head as began to think about Chiizu. The discussion had begun after the theater performance when she had asked Chiizu to come with her to a restaurant.

It wasn't anything special but it was a way to know the team better. Chiizu hesitantly agreed and freshened up into her casual clothes. Natsu felt the corner of her lips curl up as she wore a t-shirt and jeans with a baseball cap. Her short, black hair was messy and her face structure made it guilty to even try the impossible.

"Let's go."

As Natsu turned, the face of Chihiro caught her with the hand locked with Chiizu. Natsu pulled her closer with her head turned away from the captain.

"We are just heading to the new restaurant." Natsu explained as Chihiro pasted a smile on her face,

"Can we come too?" She asked as Natsu nodded when the victim came out with her attention on the phone was snatched by the captain. "Haruppi!"

"Ehh? What?! Where are you guys going?" She asked wide-eyed with Natsu forcing Chiizu arm around her waist.

"The new ramen restaurant." Chihiro informed the unsuspecting woman as she grabbed her hand.

Natsu kept her thoughts secret especially knowing Chihiro's every move. Chiizu was more of a pawn but Natsu was intrigued by her negative personality. She had indeed loved how she acted shy around others. Especially when Chihiro had grabbed her friend to even out the party.

Going over, Chiizu shifted her body so she could grab Natsu's hand instead. Natsu understood and allowed her the opportunity. Chihiro watched leaving Haruppi to her means at times when they arrived and took a booth with all four squeezing in.

Natsu was quick to point out the special to Chiizu as she just nodded. She watched the two consult each other with a smirk. Natsu had the thoughts beyond what she wanted to do but kept to herself as they were given glasses of water.

"Chiizu? Don't you like...?" Haruppi thought as she waved her hands in her air.

"I have no crush on anyone." Chiizu said bluntly. "It is okay."

Haruppi turned to her partner as Chiizu pulled Natsu's hand close to her. The sudden warmth grew in her face as she waited for Natsu to turn. She kept her eyes on Chihiro before twisting her arm and the glass tipped into the table.

"Sorry..." Natsu bit her lip, gathering the napkins to soak up the water.

"It's fine." Chiizu said under her breath, letting Natsu's hand go.

The brief moment of bliss rose within her body. Natsu turned to get the items ready for them when the huge bowl came between the two. Chiizu set up the chopsticks and spoon in hand as she took the first bite of the hot noodles.

The taste filled her mouth as she saw the smile from Natsu. Chiizu glanced over to see the stare from Chihiro as they got their bowl. It was unusual but her stomach growled as she ate more from the bowl while Natsu slowed down.

"Is something wrong?" Chiizu stared back.

"You are cute when you try to avoid contact and flustered when you try." Natsu snickered as Chiizu placed the chopsticks in the bowl.

"May I go to the bathroom?" Chiizu groaned.

Natsu scooted out as Chiizu had left with Chihiro following her leaving the other two at the table. Chiizu promptly headed to the stall as Chihiro took the one next to her.

"I think Natsu is playing you." She whispered.

"Natsu won't do that. She's nice and you're just..."

"Jealous? You think I would tell you this because I'm jealous?" Chihiro scoffed, rolling her eyes back. "Natsu is the type who likes cute girls. Think about it. Nako, Miku, Aoi..."

"I get it!" Chiizu groaned. "I'm not cute and Natsu likes me!"

"I want to know you too. I'm the captain of the team and it's good to know the others. Sasshi has thought us that." Chihiro explained in a low voice.

"The thing is we like you and Natsu is... that type to get your hopes up."

Chiizu felt get heart drop into her stomach. There were times that others would drag her but Natsu stood and watched over them. She had the choice to take what was given or let it go but she felt Natsu wasn't that way.

"You like me too? Haruppi has everything." Chiizu breathed.

"Well... Haruppi and I are really good friends and we fool around a lot but there are many things that you have to understand." Chihiro smiled as the door opened with the feet shuffling out of the bathroom.

Chihiro stepped out to the wide grin of Natsu who came in unexpectedly. She saw the younger woman wink at her before moving to the sink.

"You told her about me and how I like Aoi, Miku, and Nako, right?" Natsu shook her head. "That's dirty."

"She's needs to know the truth." Chihiro spat back.

"Yet you tried to get her while on a date... I'm surprised by your move." Natsu showed her teeth with the corner of her mouth turned upwards.

"Haruppi is a good friend and probably won't be more." Chihiro gritted her teeth.

"Right?" Natsu walked up and wrapped her arms around the captain.

"This is my point." Chihiro sighed.

"Why can't we share her? You look rather distraught when you're angry."

"Let's finish and head home." Chihiro decided as they headed out when Haruppi waved at both of them.

"Where is she?" The two asked in unison.

"I think Meru had asked her to come with her to have ice cream." Haruppi looked up at the two.

The two laughed at each other as the glutton got Chiizu to go with her without any problems. While the two finished listening to Haruppi's stories of Team K.

[Yuki88]

Chiizu, the latest hot item in team H :p

[kuro808]

Placing the link here

Bath? http://kurosawa87.tumblr.com/post/108081154041/natsumeru-request

[kuro808]

"Chiichan!"

The girl's voice shrilled as the captain of team H had placed her foot forward before she could grab her.

Meru peered at the direction of her path as she let out a sigh. She wasn't forcing herself to do it but many had seen Meru go for broke to fit in. Sasshi had been the old pervert while Nacchan and the rest seemed to create a character for themselves.

She did truly like Haruppi being the hopeless one but Meru hadn't grown affectionate to her because of Kyappu. However, Meru had her favorites and she placed them in her mind in an order that seemed reasonable.

Chiizu
Natsu
Kyappu

Meru pondered why the one she couldn’t win in a foot race first.  It was simple, chance.

She can run fast in the open but not in a closed space.  Meru left it up to chance that she would corner her despite the inability to show her true feelings.  Her best plan was to pray for the opportunity and saw Chiizu walk into the dressing room.  Meru snagged the cookie from the table and walked toward the door.  She turned the knob and bit into the cookie as the yelp caught Meru off guard.

“Ah Meru…  What are you doing here?”

The younger of the two shrugged her shoulders as she used her free hand to turn the lock on the door.  Meru took another bite and placed it down as she looked up with the crumbs slowly falling from her lips.  The image blinded her as she turned her head away and moved toward her.  Chiizu shifted her weight to the side and threw a shirt over as Meru felt out the wall and moved toward the shadow.  Meru saw her pressed into the corner and shot her hand right by her head.

“Nee~ I thought you like Kyappu.”  Chiizu spoke with her head turned.

“I do.  I do also like you too.”  Meru responded as she tried to gain eye contact.

Meru had the sense to do it because she knew how Chiizu would react and then the second part was how she couldn’t escape unless given time.  The usual banter would continue until Meru felt comforted by something but Chiizu kept her side up trying to avoid it.  Once Chiizu glanced up, Meru tweaked her stance as she grabbed her midsection.

The shorter girl slipped under her legs and escaped like an eel into the hallway.  Meru grabbed the cookie and walked out as the hand of Nacchan had caught her off guard.  “Chiizu ran off again?”

Meru nodded.  Her stomach labored for nourishment and walked away without giving a proper greeting to the woman as she headed for a quick change of clothing.  It really hadn’t been great as the hunger grew upon her as she got into the room where they were grouped up in small groups.  Meru grabbed the plate and glanced over the selections as she grabbed little portions of each item.  She took her seat at the empty table slowly nourishing her stomach as a tray was placed in front of her.

“Hey!  Why do you look sad?”

Meru forced the expression before eating another piece of the steamed fish.  She hadn’t really taken a glance at the voice until she felt the gentle shaking.  “Do you always do this with senpais?”

“No, Kyappu!”  She replied, placing the utensil down onto the plate.

“You’re still jealous.”

“I’m not…”  Meru retorted crossing her arms in front of her.

“Stop being spoiled because you rarely have a chance with me and I know how much you like me, so how about a hug?”  She proposed as Meru tuned her head.

“It isn’t the same.”

Kyappu knew how much Meru had liked her and with Nacchan, Haruppi, and the others had been close to her being mates, Meru was left out of the circle.  The captain walked around and took a seat next to her and wrapped her arms around the girl.  Meru felt like an ice cube, slowly melting away under the sun as she let out a sigh.

“Thank you.”

“I always want fans.”  She whispered.  “It makes me know that people do cherish me regardless of number.”

[kuro808]

Just putting it out there...

I'll take requests but for a good reason and those who have been rejected recently... I'll reconsider if you re-PM me again, I'm being a bit more creative and trying to write not too many long-winded ones ATM

[kuro808]

I didn’t know what I was doing from then.

I still don’t know what I’m doing now.

We were the polar opposites at best.  She was the rebel while I was the angel.  She had gotten trouble one too many times, I was the one to bail her out.

Yet we were together.

Love had come over time but she had admitted that many of the times was to just see me, the geeky always with those glasses and the long, black hair that would make a ruler bend.  However, I had always thought to cut my hair, change the appearance a bit after not achieving the goal of sustaining an A average.  I felt disappointed by my efforts that I grabbed the hair and cut it.  Tears made a small river in front of me and I returned with the do.

“Sayaka, why did you cut your hair?”

“I failed my goal.”

The answer repeated every time I had been asked until she came up with a smile.  “It looks nice!”

“I failed… What?!”

Her words.  I thought the vocabulary was just limited to the two words but hearing it from her, I had wondered why she had said it before when I had my elegant locks.  I balled up my fist and cocked it back before feeling something hard compacting the fist.  There she was down, cupping her cheek.  Her eyes welled up as I loosened the fist.

“Yamamoto, principal’s office.  Now!”

I hadn’t seen her fall from when I unleashed the punch but the rest of the girls stood in shock as I hanged my head, heading to the office.  The footsteps came like a stampede as I felt her hand upon my shoulder.  I wanted to brush it off but my body twirled before feeling the cold metal against my head with my lips having the warmth rising from her.

“Sorry…”

The name of my girlfriend… Watanabe Miyuki.  Milky.  Waruki.  The seductress from Nara.  The devil in disguise.  My girlfriend.

Spending a day in detention had made my parent’s blood boil but I saw it as time away when there was a knock at the door.  She pranced in with the black purse, sitting next to me as the sun peered in through the window.  The adult in the room, male, hunched over his computer with the reflection in his glasses revealing his intentions.  I shook my head as peered over to my right.

“Again?”  I asked.

“Well… You did punch me.”  Miyuki answered.  “I just said, I provoked you.”

“I guess I’m not coming out.”  I answered as she placed a hand upon my shoulder.

“You’re not but you do have power behind a punch.  Why are you angry about an A-minus?”

The explanation filled my head quickly.  It meant everything to become the top student.  I was aiming for the big one, Todai.  Everything was on the line for me but seeing the grade had brought me to here as my mouth ajar saw her patting me on the head.

“It’s better than me.”

“Of course!  You rarely come to class.”  I answered, narrowing my eyes at her.  “If you attend, then you wouldn’t have bad grades.”

She nodded.  Miyuki should have seen that coming but she turned her head away for a brief moment and breathed a sigh.

“Osaka… is such a nice place to be.  I can get away from the distraction of Nara.  I used to be like you and just worry about grades but I realized that… it didn’t bring me any happiness.”

Happiness was Todai.  Everything about it was something I wanted to do.  I began to manipulate the words in her mind.  She was the epitome of what the wild girl should be but the eyes gave away a truth as she stuck her hand into the purse and pulled out a pair of glasses.

“I was called dorky, outdated, plain, and unattractive.”  She revved up the explanations.  “I came to Osaka to rid of that but I saw you and remembered how much it meant to earn that A in class.  It was the reason why I never come to the classes you are in and go to the others though.”

“What other classes are you taking?”  I asked her lowering my eyeglasses to the table.

“Home Economics.  I love to cook and bake.  Also, it is fun to do stuff in that class rather than learn about Souseki or the government.”

She must have hated the class I thought to only consider Home Economics but I had held back in what I had said before and placed the glasses back onto the bridge of my nose.  The education was my main goal and I wanted to succeed but it meant giving up on the other classes.

“What do you usually cook at home?”

“Meat and vegetables.  Then, again stew I have learned frequently from my mother.”  She answered looking at the board.  “Ten minutes…”

“I don’t eat meat but I love vegetables.”  I gleamed before reverting back to my poker face.

“I usually see you outside for me but now since you’re here, we can talk a bit more.”

“Yeah…”

I turned my head to look at the sun setting behind the buildings.  It was the first time I had glanced out a window and imagined the sun progressing through the sky.  It felt reliving not thinking about school and homework for an hour as I felt something upon my hand.

“That kiss…  That was a present for being nice to me.”

“I just thought that you were in need of a mentor…”  I answered as she flashed her pearly whites.

“It isn’t that but I’ve never had a friend who had listened to me and especially about my situation.”  Miyuki stated as I felt a hook grabbed me.

She was not normal.  The words seemed to spill onto the desk as much as her tears had flowed out.  I felt the guilt build upon me for judging her and threw my arms around her.

“It’s okay.”

It was since that day that I had a new goal and that was to remember that judging a person without hearing their story was improper.  The second one was Milky was more like me than I had expected and seeing her for the dates had brought a new sense to me about life.

[kuro808]

She was ready.

Yet something was holding her back.

Tano Yuka knew what is was but she couldn’t chase what she had thought was possible anymore.  Her heart liked a bomb exploded with her eyes solely on what was happening.  He didn’t have to rip it out, stomp on it, and leave it to die.  She could see in his eyes what was happening and grabbed her clothes as the musk was still present in the room she had rented from him.

“Tano… you need any help?”  The voice caught the woman’s attention as the boy with the slick, black hair had appeared by the door with a crease on the corner of his lips, took a few steps forward.

“Ren-kun, it isn’t necessary.”

Tano knew she had to leave.  It was to run back and place the tail between her legs from when she had left home.  It wasn’t long to realize it, she was wrong, it wasn’t meant to be.  As she threw the clothes into the black bag that she had when she left home, her eyes turned to Ren as she stood gazing at her.

“If you’re going to stand there… you might as well help.”  Tano deadpanned as the boy walked in and squatted next to her.

He grabbed the clothing bunch by bunch, helping her stuff it into the bag as she turned to him.

“Can you stop being silent?”

“Okay… What shall I talk about?”  He asked in the quizzical manner that made her roll her eyes.

“Anything!  Just talk!”

He stopped moving his hands, releasing the clothes within his grip.  She glanced his way as his smooth jaw looked like he was gnawing at something.  She left her mouth ajar when he pointed his finger to her.

“Why?”

“Why what?”  Tano retorted.

“Why move in if you knew about this?  All you guys do is scream and yell at each other.  It seemed you guys were never quiet and yet you are irritated by me.”  He blasted out like a hundred arrows through the air as each hit the mark on her body.

“Well… it was love.  We know each other for years and he finally asked about moving in.  My parents were against it but I wanted to prove them wrong.  I never had my privacy.  I thought I could survive but it didn’t work out.  He complained about every little thing while I responded back at times but he always had the other girl to fall back on.”

She shielded her eyes after the explanation.  It was the truth that she was walking into a situation where she never had experienced before.  Everything that she had said seemed to backfire as she felt a warmth near her head.  She glanced up to find herself nesting up to him.  Tano placed her hand upon his ribs but collapsed to her knees as she had closed her eyes.

“It isn’t your fault.”  He sighed.  “I’ve never experienced something like this but I hope you do well.”

“Ren-kun…”

“I’ll help you out before he comes back and I hope you find someone to trust.”  Ren smiled as Tano threw her arms around him.

“I think I did…”  She breathed, relaxing her body against him.

[kuro808]

“I figure it was your birthday…”

The general manager tilted her head upwards to see the familiar face behind her.  The short black hair was her signature as she placed the brown, paper bag in front of her.  Takamina rarely had a chance to celebrate with all the events and now the paper bag was in front of her as she unfurled the top and picked up the plastic container from inside.

“Thanks?”  She said.  “You didn’t have to do it Acchan.”

She saw the ace’s face turn away.  The sorrow of what had happened those years ago had brought the bit resentment in front of them.  Takamina always had considered the friend and ally of the group to be her but it was more of a stepping stone she had said once.  It brought down the mood as she opened the container with a picture pasted on top.

“I did.  I’m sorry for not being honest with you.”  She forced a smile, taking a seat across of the birthday woman.

“I never thought that we would last this long.”  She laughed briefly with the sense of nostalgia in her mind.

“Same here but… the ride was better than expected and we met each other in a life where we probably wouldn’t have…”

Takamina exhaled out a sigh as she took out the fork and held it up when she handed it over to Acchan.  Her eyes narrowed to the general manager.  It was something that would have made others happy but to Acchan it was concerning.

“It’s your birthday.”

“I want you to feed me.”  Takamina smiled.  “Or at least do it one last time.”

The last occasion had brought an unusual set of circumstances but at that time, it was meant to end their relationship but with her time ending and possibly not meeting, it was something to leave herself to etch into her memory.

“Okay… Ahh.”

As she cut into the cake, Acchan lifted up and misjudged the projection of her flight and a white moustache was made on top of her lips.  The general manager licked the frosting off and grabbed the uneaten piece from her partner’s hand and placed into her mouth.

“Don’t you pretend…”

Takamina felt her lips before she could finish the statement.  The sugary sweetness filled her mouth before Acchan patted her on the head and stood above her.  She quickly glanced to the phone and raised her hand to the midget.

“It isn’t goodbye.  I just need to go.”

“I’ll see you whenever you want to plan your party.”  Takamina waved as Acchan gripped the knob.

“I’ll tell you and wear your present that I left on the couch over there.”  Acchan pointed over to the pink bag.  “Kojiharu helped me pick it out.”

She heard the words and flashed a smile.  “Revenge from last year?”

“I have the black one and you’ll have your pink one.  Then we’ll see who’ll cry.”

Takamina laughed as she hadn’t seen the amount of skin in her life with the tiniest bit of material covering her private areas.  She held the box and left it front of her as she bargained with herself a day to try it on for kicks.

[kuro808]

The cool ceramic mug touched her lips with her eyes up and looking around the half-filled room.  The coffee gave off the strong smell, lacked in taste.  Opening up another bag of sweetener, Yuko regretted not ordering a darker brew to bring out what she wanted, energy.

Her body felt twice her age but never had the intention to ever show it although she had felt restraint by being in the group.  Yuko knew after a while she had to leave.  Acchan did.  Sayaka did.  Her elder group mates did.  However, one managed to stay despite her decision.

Kojima.

She was the epitome of sexiness in many people’s eyes.  Yuko saw her as a great toy to deal with.  She wasn’t smart but was able to compassionately see the light at the tunnel after the rough year of taking over a team.  Kojima was bounced around like a rag doll but not given any responsibilities, she was doing things on her free will, which bothered Yuko.  It pissed her off.

The sound had caught the woman’s attention as a couple had walked in before looking down at her coffee, dumping another bag into the lightly sweetened coffee.  Yuko took another sip and felt refreshed by the flavor of sugar.  It was still horrible.  She hated to admit that she would meet here around people.

Placing her phone on the table, she glanced at the screen.  Black.  Turning it on, blank.  It only showed a picture of a co-worker and her holding up the peace sign after a shoot.  Her body was warming up to the thoughts of the usual suspect and the excuse.

It was beginning to boil like a kettle as she took another sip and pushed the cup to the side.

“Excuse me… You need another coffee?”

Yuko narrowed her eyes with disgust written on the irises.  Questioning wasn’t normal but having half a cup of bitter, cheap, underwhelming coffee had gotten to her.

“Can I have a cup of freshly-brewed coffee?”  Forcing a smile, Yuko asked in the patient manner like an actress should as the waiter nodded his head.

She counted the seconds in her mind with her eyes turning to the glass, revealing the weather plans.  The gray clouds slid into place and sprinkled the Tokyo pavement like a wild water hose as Yuko gripped her jacket and wrapped firmly around her.  The sound alerted her again as the dark glasses and long, chestnut colored hair caught Yuko’s attention.

She watched the figure glanced around before firmly turning right and pulled the seat out.  The coffee came as the waiter stood stiff glancing at her.  He didn’t ask.  He left with his mouth ajar as the figure lowered the glasses and folded it before looking up.

Yuko observed her eyes.  They were worn down.  It had lost the luster from before as a glass of water with lemon had been given to her, placed with a wrapped straw to the side.

“Sorry, I’m late.  I woke up half an hour ago.”

An excuse.  She knew it wasn’t a lie but it was her lifestyle that always had brought out the worst when it came to others.  Mariko would be the first to try to straighten her out but she was gone and no one else had the poise to do so.  Yuko breathed a sigh, grabbing the warm ceramic and took a taste of it.

It was better.  Just a bit more sweetness.

“I wasn’t here that long…”  Yuko answered firmly.  Time wasn’t going to make any difference but it would help with her afternoon filling up quickly for Yuko’s services.

“I see.”  She smiled.

Yuko had to let her mind free of the tardy woman.  It was expected.  She couldn’t let on to lecturing but the question had come to mind, “why didn’t you sign up for elections?”

“I forgot…”  Kojima answered curtly with glass in hand.

“Forgot?”  Yuko narrowed her eyes.  “It sounds like you had the same answer for all the media people for me…”

“It isn’t easy, you know?  I’ve been doing so many things.”  Kojima retorted as Yuko showed a grin.

Yuko knew what was happening but kept her lips pursed as she took another sip of her coffee.  An idol’s life was filled with shootings and CM’s.  Yuko had accepted the reason and then the picture she had received from Takamina the other day had brought a smile to her face when she opened her phone and brought it up.

“This is bad…”

“Be quiet!”  Kojima pouted.  “I can at least have one time wearing but that hurt especially between the legs.”

“Wear it often then!”  Yuko shouted.  “At least Mariko can have a bit of fun poking at that.”

“What about you?”  Kojima questioned.  “Sounds like you’re going away or something…”

Yuko loosened up the firm demeanor.  It was something she had hated for a long time but she was on her path to succeed.  She was the all-around person for them but now she’s a face lost in the large pond.  Yuko had watched the rest and heard of the plan before it was announced. 

Yuihan was capable.  She remembered her as a lost woman from Kyoto.  Not Yet exposed a bit of her serious side but was fitting in with Sasshi and Kitarie more with their unfamiliarity to Tokyo.  Yuko stood as the pillar and heard her concerns about the first time she obtained a place.  It was potential that many had seen and heard the phone buzz, breaking her thought.

“I’m not going away but I need to go.”

Yuko placed her money for the coffee and tugged on her jacket before turning to Kojima with a smile.

“It is always something to remember but I have to move on from the past.”

“I’ll graduate soon!”  She called out as the people turned to her with their wide eyes staring at her.

“We all do…  For now, give me a heads up so I can make a sign.”  Yuko smiled.  “That butt picture would do well in a crowd.”  Saying it under her breath as the cool wind blew the mist into her face before venturing off into the vast city of Tokyo.

[kuro808]

“It’s either him or me!”

The words came like arrows hitting the woman’s heart.  She had little to say although it was choosing between her boyfriend and the childhood friend who had looked over her for guidance.  Her eyes narrowed, staring at the guy as she turned away slowly.

“I guess it’s him…”

She didn’t have to hear the words anymore.  It was over.  One month.  OVER.  She hadn’t poured her feelings into the relationship.  She didn’t want to or have to but decided it was worth a shot since he made the advancement of asking her out.  Rie had chosen yes for two reasons: The opportunity and the fact that she had to stop thinking of him.

Kitahara Rie had too much on her mind.  It was like a weight that teetered on her consciousness.  Every boy she had liked had rejected her and every boy she had been liked by wasn’t her type.  Except one, Rin.

Rie had every reason to deny most of them for a plain reason, it wasn’t the right person for her and then Rin would come around the corner with a smirk, padding her on the shoulder.  Rin stood stoically although being a good-for-nothing kid had been his moniker.  He had dropped out twice before taking courses to get his certificate and worked as a clerk in a department store.  Rin was the person to talk to despite everyone else not doing so.

“Hiyo!”

“Rin-kun… why do you come when I’m hurting?”  Rie asked in a soft voice, throwing her arms around him.  “It’s not fair.”

“Because I’m at the places you are always hanging around.”  He answered in a monotone.  “I work here remember?”

Rie glanced up and shook her head.  Opportunity or luck, it was Rin there to catch her.  She bit onto her bottom lip as her head laid by his chest, hearing the heartbeat.  It was her faith to have someone like him waiting for her to fall.  She balled up her fist and threw it into his chest.

“Why?!”

“What did I do?  I didn’t do anything wrong.”  Rin held up his hands like a criminal, pleading for his defense as she threw the punch and seeing him fall to the ground.

“Rin!  What the hell!”

Rie brought him up to the sitting position, observing a smile revealed onto his face.  A stream of blood came from his nose with the dark bluish bruise at the point of contact, wiping it with his fingers.  Rie gripped his shirt and shook him with the wide smile.  The woman paused, watching his eyes stop from rattling before releasing him onto the discarded cardboard.

“Why did you let me punch you for?!”  Rie screamed when she felt his hand.

“Love.”  He answered as she repeated the question with the same response.

“What do you mean?!  This isn’t love.  This is…”

“Torture, life, hope, dreams…”  He spat out the words finishing her sentence like a fisher casting out his pole.

Rie loosened her fist before glaring at him.  The words split the arrows from earlier.  Rin had been there while she had helped him through everything including the one attempt to return to school before he officially dropped out.  She returned home to hear about Rin taking classes for his certificate and got back in time for the ceremony.  It was the blender that was working hard without trying before extending her hand.

“Rin, are you okay?”  A woman craned her neck out over the stacked boxes.

“He’s fine.  He’ll be back after.”  Rie interjected into the conversation as he braced his body against the boxes.

“I know I haven’t been the greatest friend but… you always have me to watch you since…”

Rie tilted her head.  Since was the word she had been waiting for since middle school.  The playboy meeting the dork.  Rin had been kind but never show his true intentions and never got into trouble.  Rie saw that in him and gave him the help.  Rin followed her every word although the noose had always tightened up when he felt prepared.

“I did… do have a crush on you.”  Rin exhaled. “I never felt this way about someone and then the day we got drunk.”

Rie vividly remembered what had happened.  Rin turned twenty.  They drank.  They confessed.  They slept together.  Then, that was said but Rie held back the last bit of information.  Their first time with each other.  She wasn’t sure if Rin was prepared but she wanted to try with someone but Rin being passed out was perfect.

“That day… you were a lightweight.”  Rie chuckled as she moved closer.  “We’ll talk about this later.”

Rin nodded as he ran back as she waited across the street with her eyes on the store.  She had kept it locked within her mind that the experience was overrated but it was still blissful in her mind.  Despite the mindset, she made it quick.  The pain disappeared once she felt comforted and continued to take everything but kept it brief.  She wasn’t sure what had happened after that.  It was a fountain before falling asleep in the bed with her body comforted by his touch.

She took out a book and began to scribble down her thoughts.  The thoughts of why Rin had always been there had entered her mind until she glanced up to see him coming out of the side door.  She shoved all the items back into the bag and placed the money down onto the table.  She waited for the light and ran across as he looked up at her bent over at the waist.

“I forgot to mention…”  Rie breathed.

“We were with each other internally…”  Rin smiled.

“You knew?”

“Well… I figured why I had no pants on and then saw you without your pants.”  Rin explained.  “The thing was… I wasn’t sure of what had happened.  We didn’t have a chance until later to hang out but… I placed the clues together and remembered just the feeling of being drunk was nice for once.”

“True…”  Rie added.

“The thing is I haven’t had a drink with a friend for a while… want to come with me?”

“No extras.”  Rie narrowed her eyes.

“Of course!”  Rin placed his hands up.  “I’ll leave you to decide on what to do next.”

Rie grinned as Rin pointed out the bar by his apartment to relive the moment of their first encounter alone.

[deguchi]

RinoRie!!
Awww this was a nice OS

[Yuki88]

Lol that was nice. Rie's "No extras" is a win.

[kuro808]

RinoRie!!
Awww this was a nice OS

Thanks!  I'd rather do this than others but I like their interactions but nothing against YuiRie but Yui is more bosslike and rather be paired with Paru or Sayanee

Lol that was nice. Rie's "No extras" is a win.

Possible drunken night ahead 

Okay I shall be killed

http://kurosawa87.tumblr.com/post/116629929316/the-reason-why

[junchan48]

RINORIE>0<
Kuro-san, your fic is...AMAZING!
I likes the way you wrote them~
Keep going, Kuro-san!
I'll wait your next update^0^

[Yuki88]

Hey that was amusing lol I won't kill you

Chihiro was so unsatisfied at Haru (too fast? ) but the ending made me go "Poor you, Haru" even though if he had let her.......... ;

[kuro808]

RINORIE>0<
Kuro-san, your fic is...AMAZING!
I likes the way you wrote them~
Keep going, Kuro-san!
I'll wait your next update^0^

Thanks.  I hope to write something out more often

Hey that was amusing lol I won't kill you

Chihiro was so unsatisfied at Haru (too fast? ) but the ending made me go "Poor you, Haru" even though if he had let her.......... ;

You know how it is sometimes   ChiiNatsu would be next... if I had an idea or stop having ideas for the poor victim hitting 18

Well why not this?

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Click!

“Okay!  We are done for the day.”  He announced, proudly showing a grin as he unfurled his sleeves, covering his slender arms.

“Ume-kun!”

“Ah hai!”  He brushed through his short black hair as the trio of girls rushed toward him.

“Picture?  Can we have one by you?”  The shortest of the three asked.

He nodded his head as he noted that she was just below his height while the others looked like pillars next to her as they stood to the side.  He counted his steps backwards to get a focus of the group before calling out the special word, “Cheese!”

As they repeat it, the flash caught the three by surprise and held out his hand before taking another picture with a prepared grin from each of them before confirming the picture on the phone.  He handed back with the girls huddling over the photo and walked over to the tripod to see a pair of eyes behind the pillar.

“Chotto…”

The image ran away but it was pictured perfectly as the blush of her cheek was perfectly etched in his mind.  Ume-kun loosened the screw to retract the object’s height and placed it back into the bag.  He knew where everything was placed and nudged it into place before closing the bag and lifting it up when he saw two pairs of hands wave at him.

“Ah Mashiro!  Naopon!”

“Ume-kun!”  Naopon shouted, running over to hug him.  “Long time no see.  Are you getting handsomer?”

He liked girls.  He hated how they praise him for his looks.  Ume-kun was given a complex of others, especially girls, had given him confidence with their talk.  His cheeks turned into a cherry red as Naopon ran through his hair.

“Stop the torture.”  Mashiro deadpanned.  “You probably feel warm now, especially there.”

Mashiro being his next door neighbor had always made trouble to him despite being the elder one.  She was frank about him while keeping her distance with the others of her peer group.  He covered his front as the two led him out to the hallway.  He turned back to see the eyes staring back at him.  Being escorted out, he analyzed the eyes and kept a mental note of the person.

“Maybe Naopon can be your girlfriend…”  Mashiro suggested as the boy’s head snapped to her.  “Naopon looks like our age.”

“I do?”  She questioned.  “Seventeen was a while ago.”

“I don’t think Naopon would like me if I get easily flustered by her hugs.”  Ume-kun pointed out as the two female nodded their heads.  “Where are we going?”

The change in the subject gave him a moment to bring up the eyes.  They held a secret.  He liked how pictures had pointed out everything that real life couldn’t portray.  Ume-kun held that gift of photography and came in second in the regional competition two years in a row, letting a bit of disappointment run through him before starting up with new perspectives of viewing an object.

“Food!”  Mashiro pointed to the café as the two followed her inside.

Ume-kun scanned the room with aroma filling up his chest and his stomach rumbling for a meal.  He pulled out a seat for Mashiro before Naopon as they sat at the same time and grunted with both in the position.  He took his seat and the eyes popped out again before the person shielded it away.  He turned to glance at the menu with the attention on the table across the room.

“What do you suggest?”  Ume-kun asked as the eyes stared at him.

The image was perfect.  Her lips stood out with the eyes as he forced a smile, waiting for the answer from the two females.  His attention was still on the girl as she slid her eyes over to the other side.  Ume-kun sipped from his glass of water and stood up before walking over to the other table.

His chest tightened up with feet slowly feeling like cement as he approached the table.  Her eyes peered upwards, forcing a smile upon their faces.  Ume-kun gripped the table before the other girl on the other side grabbed his wrist.

“Aren’t you Umemoto?”  She asked as he turned to her.

“Yes!  I head the photography club.”  He introduced himself when the other girl walked away from the table.  “Can you wait a moment?”

“Her name is Meru!”  She called out as Ume-kun turned back quickly.

“Meru… such a beautiful name.”  He thought.

“She isn’t shy but she has mentioned countless times about a boy she likes but when she has the courage, she never really says anything unless stand by the pillar.”  She explained with her eyes turning like cashews as she turned back to her plate.

“That must be her.”

Ume-kun glanced around and noticed the waiter had been by the table and ran over to order the special for himself before returning back to the table where the cashew-eyed girl had crossed her fork and knife in front of her.

“Meru probably went to the bathroom.  She can eat a lot but as long as she can pay for her side it’s fine.”  She explained with a grin.  “Also… you’re her first crush.”  She followed with a whisper.

Ume-kun nodded and walked back to the table, keeping his eyes on the two females as they talked.  He knew how it felt about being embarrassed.  It wasn’t easy on anyone but he couldn’t sit for a long period until she came out and heading for the door.  Ume-kun charged out and grabbed the female’s wrist and took her aside.

“What are you doing?”  She jerked her wrist away before Ume-kun took out his phone.

“You want a picture?  Maybe… together?”

The eyes turned away as her partner waved to him as she came up close to him.  He wrapped his arm around her waist and gave a smile.  She forced it upon herself when Ume-kun snapped the photo and glanced at the result.

“Meru-chan, kawaii!”  He uttered as her pale face turned into a strawberry.

“Miotan even told you my name.  You must think I’m a stalker!”  She spat when he grabbed her wrist.

“Not really… Just thinking if you want to hang out and take pictures.  You don’t…”

“I’ll do it!”  Meru shouted before hiding her face behind her hands.  “I like you.”

“Mio told me.”  Ume-kun smiled, patting the girl’s head.

Meru pranced away as he returned to the table with a nice picture of the two with the females glaring at it with intrigue and elbowing him for his spirited ikemen-like moves.

[Yuki88]

Awwwwwwwwww maaaaaaaaaannn this is all too sweet with ikemen Ume (albeit short, lol) and nervous Meru xD

[kuro808]

Awwwwwwwwww maaaaaaaaaannn this is all too sweet with ikemen Ume (albeit short, lol) and nervous Meru xD

I'm getting the vibe of 2nd gen within Team H to develop a Ume harem with Natsu and her harem with gen 1 and kids

Advice?

"I could never imagine I get a column."

Yuihan threw a stare at her fellow team member. It was her column only after the people had thought that Yui was a bit soft on her advice. The chief was quick to find someone who could be quick with her answers and shoot people before they could react.

"It is still my column." She reminded the younger woman, brushing the black hair away from her face.

There was no reply as Yuihan looked around the room. Empty. She rolled her eyes as she could only imagine where she had gone.

"Paru! Paru?! Where is she?"

Peeking out of the room, the hallway was filled with human traffic as she peered through the crowd before realizing the mess was of new article deadline. Luckily, hers was in an hour earlier, giving Paru a crack at the new question.

"Have you seen Shimazaki-san?" Yui using her last name to the others as the people shook their heads until she arrived at the break room with the woman sitting with her eyes down at the paper.

"There you are." Yui said, sighing out her concern audibly.

"Ah hai!" Paru nodded to her as Yui glanced at the letter. "This is sad."

"What is it about?" She asked as she wiped the year away from her partner's eye.

"This girl lost her doll and she found it in a box." She explained. "It seems nice."

"Isn't there a question?" Yui questioned as Paru scanned through it to the end.

"Should she keep this doll since she hadn't seen it for years?" She talked out the question with precise pronunciation.

"I'll let you answer it."

Paru showed her dimples as Yui returned to her room with her hand on her head. She still felt robbed of a column although maybe a bit relieved that Paru could make a better answer than yes.

Time was important to it but since the news had broken about the change, Yui was given an editor job to mentor her friend and dug through the mail for another letter.

Dear Yuihan,

I was asked about being zure by my parents. It isn't that I'm not but I feel I should go out with boys until I get sick of it. I like girls because I tend to given comfort to them when they need it and the feelings I have for one still is firm in my heart. What shall I do?

H.S. yori

Yuihan knew what to say and wrote out her thoughts.

Dear H.S.

Being one or the other isn't a problem. I have many friends who are like that and they seem fine to me like any human being. Be confident in yourself. No one should ever deny you your freedom.

-otabe

Yui read through it and confirmed her approval as she placed it in the out box. She grabbed a few more to do in advance. Many she trashed for her reasons and the ones that stood out, she wrote general feelings about the topic until she let out a yawn into the air.

"Hmm Paru isn't back..." Yui thought as she saw the hallway eerily empty.

She took a few steps and observed the sports and entertainment department at work. Yui peeked into the break room with no soul inside. She scratched her head, placing time and location before turning to her phone.

"Paru? Where did you go?" Yui asked.

"I went out to eat. I forgot my badge." She replied as Yui rolled her eyes.

"I'll be downstairs."

Yui hit the elevator button and felt the door flying open with the wind brushing her hair back as she pressed down to the lobby and the car shot down before a crash caught her off guard. The door flew open and saw her partner outside by the security table.

"Ah forgot about the badge." Paru tilted her head, making a smile with the usual guilt.

"Let's go back."

Yui forced a smile as she saw the paper in hand.  It was blank within her view before she turned to the elevator and pressed the button.

“Have you given your answer?”  Yui asked as the light showed eight above them.

“I’m wondering what I should do for an explanation.”  Paru sighed.  “It is something I have given thoughts to in depth.”

“I see.”  Yui breathed when the door opened.

She wasn’t sure why but it seemed like a mistake to allow Paru to have the column while she had taken the better job.  It was for the ratings that she had thought when the door opened as Paru glanced at the paper before walking to the office.  Yui walked into the break room and glared at the small selection of snacks.  She grabbed the smallest of all the bars, peeling the wrapper back before taking a huge chunk into her mouth.

“We’ll be going.”  Her colleagues called out as she was forced to wait for one person to finish before Paru pranced inside with the folded piece and handed it off.

“You didn’t need to rush…”  Yuihan informed as Paru snickered at the editor.

“I didn’t.  It just came to me.”

Yui watched her turned the corner before opening the paper.

Dear Lonely,

It isn’t easy to tell someone the truth.  I’ve had a hard time.  She’s been a great friend but the honest thing, I’m not great at giving advice but I was asked to be frank.  Honestly, you should break it off with him and go to her.  I would do so.  I hope you see the light one day.

-salt

“Paru!”  Yui called.

“Yes?”  She turned, brushing back her caramel hair.

“This is good.”  Yui smiled.  “I’ll use this and you can do a few more tomorrow for the paper.”

“Thank you!”  She smiled, throwing her arms around the editor.  “I love you…”

[kuro808]

Anya's Curiosity

She glanced up at the ceiling again, counting the holes in the tiles as she waited for the start of the stage.  Her eyes turned to the phone as many of the pictures she had taken was beginning to pop up onto the other social media sites as her eyes slowly closed.

“Wao~”

“Itai!”  She muttered seeing the black hair of the attacker rolling onto the floor with her shirt open, revealing the padded bra.

“Sakutan!  Why?  I mean… What are you doing?”

Miyawaki Sakura turned onto her stomach, lifting herself off from the floor.  She hadn’t realized a lot about her friend but it was brief to see how much she had grown since she had given a better look.  She rubbed her shoulder as Sakura walked over and patter the injured on the forehead.

“Anya!  You look like you were sleeping.”  The girl replied as the halfie rolled off the bed, holing the injury with her hand.

“I wasn’t…”  Anya replied, rubbing the area.

“I see…  Well try not to.”

Anya watched her friend from the start of the group, walking away quickly to the other side of the room.  She had felt a bit of guilt that the first thing was seeing her chest.  Anya had liked Sakura more when she was the innocent, little sister type.  Now, she had grown in height and confidence that she felt lost although they were about the same height.

Then, the thought of her chest had brought her back to NMB.  The land of the ample chests.  The few that weren’t big or big to her were transfers unless Yukirin had been mentioned.  The others were beyond her imagination although she had times to compare with peers which made her a bit jealous.  Majority of the time, she had seen the assaults of the others with their wandering hands, grasping the chests by surprise.

Milky had stood out based on exposure.  Keicchi stood out based on size.  The rest were just normal and the first appearance, she had been introduced to everyone that her eyes peered downward out of respect.  Milky had grabbed her and shoved her hands against the woman’s chest.  Her toothy smile was grew wider as Anya began to understand the emotional standpoint of groping.

She was victimized too.  The younger ones had their share and the fact that the “Beware of the Chest Lover” had been posted around and attacked like a shark hunting food.  Groping was new to her after the first snatch of her chest had shocked her but time passed and she had enjoyed the occasional grabs.

HKT was another story.

Sasshi was open to everyone and had presented herself often.  Sakura had been traumatized by the experience but always laughed it off when it came to the elder member.  Anya had global vision when it came to HKT, especially on her teammates.  Sakura was her number on target but she had let her become that as they showed it often to each other.

Then, it was the one prize she had wanted to approach.

Anya remembered when 2nd generation was announced that she felt lost in the process.  It hurt because the competition was now open to senbatsu.  The crushing defeats had hurt her but she knew how much it meant for every single.  Chori had felt the same but she had stood out and leaving HKT for AKB had impacted her.

However, they were unmolded girls.  They were just as lost as everyone but Tani had Chori’s guidance but the rest were in their world as Anya decided to welcome them.  The timing was perfect because it was only 1st generation as HKT and slowly it became two teams with Ota Aika as their captain.

She turned back to the reality and walked up to the chair for makeup.  Anya knew Miotan had sat alone and decided to take the seat next to her.  She opened the bag and pulled out the foundation as she glanced to the girl looking at her phone.

“Ready for tonight?”  She asked as Miotan’s head shot up.

“Hai!  Just looking over mama’s text messages.”  She spat before turning back to it.

Anya glanced at her and noted the conservative nature of her casual clothing.  However, her mind had turned to her assets.  She had seen the pictures and hadn’t noticed them closely but they were unusually large.  Her thoughts turned to what NMB do with them before shaking them off.

“I saw your spread with Natsu and Haruppi.”  Anya said as the girl turned to her.

“I like them two.  They look mature than I do.”  She sighed.  “Miotan looks childish in the pictures next to them.”

Anya was quick to remember the two as they were part of the gravure queens within the group.  Anya was shapely but couldn’t fit within the mold despite the height but she had accepted her body would be rounder and hoped that her chest would mature soon.

“You don’t look childish.  It is perfect.”

“Thank you Anya!”  Mio smiled.  “Usually I don’t talk about it with the others but you are a soothing person sometimes.”

Mio had been right.  She had feared in being too overaggressive in getting attention but she had learned that enough isn’t suffice and went forward with her classic gag anyways.  Anya looked and noted her makeup was perfect with the lighting and saw Mio jump off.  Her eyes concentrated on them as they bounced naturally.

“We should start getting ready.”  Mio informed her teammate as she peeled the shirt off her body.

Her hands gripped the arms of the chair as she got off, landing firmly on the floor.  She walked up to wardrobe and slanted her eyes over to Mio.  The sight was of beauty as she saw them when she got to the first costume and reached forward.  She felt the weight throwing her forward onto the wardrobe rack.  She spun and grabbed Mio as she came with her and her hands shot up protecting Mio from falling onto her.

“Anya… I know NMB has taught you many things but if you want to grope them, you can ask…”  The captain stared at the two with Mio’s cheeks becoming apples and Anya reminiscing about feeling the chests of the other members in Osaka.

[Yuki88]

LOL somehow this feels like I'm reading about myself 8'D