Furuba no Hinansho

Kinyuu 10


Dearest diary, for the first time in my life, I could not react. My throat dried up, my heart thumped against my chest, yearning to be free. It almost felt like–almost like—


Damn the limited knowledge of my local thesaurus, diary! There is nothing, I tell you, nothing that could’ve described what I was feeling at that current moment. It was just so...so...so...


Passionate...? Lustful, even, perhaps...?


His weight pushed against mine in what only could be described as ardent strength and pushed me back into the T.V. I thought I felt it move, but all thoughts of it were swept away as his tongue slid against my own in a totally experienced way (very unlike darling Kyon-kyon’s unskillful kissing techniques, I’m betting). His fingers ran up my long coat, unbuttoning, so that his warm–almost hot!–fingers went under my newest silk shirt that I had been planning on bragging on today (well, not exactly brag, dearest diary. More like boast.). They wrapped around my waist as he pushed forward, our kiss growing all the more passionate. I felt something—I’m quite sure I did—when his pants rubbed against me, but before I could identify what it was (though I’m quite sure I know what it was, if you catch my hated snowdrift), the sound of a door sliding open interrupted our passionate encounter.


“I’m home!” Tohru’s sweet voice carried through the house, causing Shigure to slide off of me in quite the hurry. “Damn,” I heard him whisper—well, I think I did, at the very least. My mind, at this point, was still in a bit of a blur. “Is there anyone home?” Tohru continued, and her footsteps sounded through the house with soft ‘whumps’.


“Uh, yes, Tohru-chan, someone’s home!” His voice trembled the slightest bit, and I noticed diary, that he was avoiding eye contact with me. He moved away, quite stealthily. “I’m in my writing room!”


I’m assuming this is the name of this room, then, diary. I must make a note to tell him to be more creative in the future, in this case, with names of the objects he owns. I’m thinking of the name Roche for you. It’s catching, no? Or perhaps, Chavel? How about Jean-Louis Charlot? Carosse? ...Yellow Submarine?


I’m digressing again, aren’t I? Allow me to continue with my arousing story.


She entered—but not before knocking, of course. That girl contains such a beautiful soul I tell you—with eyes wide, curious, and innocent. She smiled as she looked at Shigure, and the smile only grew when she looked upon me. “Ayame! What a pleasant surprise!” And then she began looking down, at my clothes, and it was then when I belatedly remembered that my clothes were to be a little more than skewed after that encounter with Shigure-chan...


Encounter. Ah, the word alone makes me blush.


“Ayame! Has something happened? Oh, your clothes are a mess! May I clean them for you? Is there anything I can do?” Her worrying amused me, despite the situation. I held a hand up for silence, and she, of course, quieted.


“No need to worry over poor me, darling Tohru-chan!” I drawled, closing my eyes and putting a hand over my chest in a Shakespearean manner. “This is only the result of Shigure-kun ravishing me once again! Oh the fear that gripped my heart! I am only so fortunate that you are here to protect and guard me now!” If she only knew the truth, diary. And it was almost scary, how honest I was being with her.


“Why, Aaya!” Shigure’s voice carried a bit more emotion than usual, but Tohru didn’t seem to notice. Thankfully, diary, he didn’t sound too suspicious. “Not in front of the children...”


“But there is only one child, Shigure-chan!”


“Yes, yes, but it is Tohru-kun.” I watched him as he eyed Tohru. “And Tohru is *quite* the lady. Do you not agree, Aaya?”


“Why, of course, there is no other lady-like lady in the whole entire world! Tohru-kun is quite the wife!”


“Oh please, I really— ” Tohru was blushing at this point, bowing her head and slowly slipping out the door. I stood up and grabbed her by the arm, laughing joyfully. It was how she makes me feel—so hopeful. It is because of her, diary, that my inspiration of becoming the best older brother my darling Yuki could ever possibly have was rekindled. It is because of her, diary, that I will help my baby brother ensue this new relationship with Kyon-kyon, and make it successful!


“Oh, Tohru-kun, you *do* deserve our praise! You are wonderful, quite the amazing young lady!”


“You are!” Shigure agreed, sliding ever so close. “I envy the man who marries you some day!”


“Tohru blushed a deep red. “Thank you so much! I don’t deserve your kind words” before me or Shigure (or even, both) could counter the statement, Tohru was running out of the room in pure modesty. “Imustgostartcookingseeyou!”


There was a puff of dust rising in her form from where she had ran. Diary, as a pair, are Shigure-chan and I truly *that* frightening? It was rather peculiar I admit, to see her run out so fast. Usually, she would stick around a little more...


It was quiet once more, and the pause stayed pregnant that way. Well, until I opened my mouth. “Shigure...”


“So what was it you were going to show me earlier, Aaya?” Shigure interrupted cheerfully, smiling at me. His eyes were hooded, hiding his emotions, as usual. I was sick of that mask, but the truthful I didn’t really want to discuss today’s earlier happenings, either.


“Oh, I can’t wait to show you! Did you know that Hari wears pink boxers? Oh, it’s absolutely delicious!”


I realize now, what a silly thing it was for me to say, especially after the moment Shigure and I had just shared minutes before. He lumped back, looking quite bored. “Oh. Is that so?” His voice was quite dull, so un-Shigure-chan-like, that I quickly changed the topic.


“And did you know Yuki-chan and Kyon-kyon are lovers?!” At this, Shigure perked up considerably.


“What?”


“It’s true, it’s true!” I cried, fumbling for the remote to the digital camera. “I have all the footage here!” I turned the camera on and pressed play, and turned to the camera just in time to see my own naked form, looking at the camera quite curiously.


“I wonder if this is how it works?” Camera-me questioned, scratching the silver hair behind his head. I blushed, remembering that I had forgotten being in the bath trying out the new camera. I hadn’t bothered looking at Shigure-chan, diary, and instead just begun skipping ahead using the remote past everything else irreverent—including Hari’s pink boxers, wooh!—and right into the scene I had witnessed in the part of the grounds Shigure apparently never visited. And we watched the show my darling Yuki and Kyon put on. And Shigure rewound it, and we watched it again. Again. And again.


And again, in total thirty-seven times straight.


Wait. Can I even use the word straight anymore, I wonder? After that whole episode with Shigure, I don’t think I could stand it...


By the way, I’m staying over. I’m not staying anywhere near Shigure-chan’s room though, you naughty diary! Such bad thoughts that come from you! (Perhaps I could get you a job at my cosplay shop. Hmm...)


I must retire now, diary, for after today’s events, my mind and beauty needs some rest. May tomorrow be a better day.


With Love,


Aaya.

PS: I think I will join Kyo-kun tonight... for, you know, some tongue eloquey.