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Crazy Sunshine	By : sic-boi Category: +. to F > Blue Exorcist (Ao no Ekusoshisuto) > Blue Exorcist (Ao no Ekusoshisuto) Views: 2408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

I'm an impulsive liar, really. Not a terrific one or anything, it's just something I do when I feel bored or compelled to do it. Like, the following day after being arrested and bailed out because of a certain individual, I came into the Lit. Room expecting just the same old snooty brunet, but instead I walked right into a real messy plight. Yukio wasn't sitting in his chair and an angry broad with the weirdest eyebrows you'd ever seen was damn near screaming at him.

"Are you aware of the repercussions for bringing lewd material to school? I could get removed from my position as an ASB officer because of this stupid club!" exclaimed the purple haired one.

"I'm aware of that, but how can I take responsibility for something I didn't do?" asked Yukio.

"Then who did it? As far as I know, you are the only one in this club!"

At that moment, I just knew I had to say something; so I did.

"I did it—I brought that book," I said, not knowing what in the hell I was getting into.

Eyebrows, as I now called her, snapped her head in my direction looking far more annoyed, "You brought this material?" she asked, tossing the book she was holding over to me.

I gave the cover a once over and nearly dropped the damn thing, "Y-yeah, this . . . gay manga belongs to me," I said awfully flat.

"What the hell were you thinking?" she demanded, getting red in the face. "I could have you suspended for this!"

I looked at her sheepishly not knowing what else to say, so I let her continue.

"But since this is a first time offense, I'll have to let you off with a warning for now," she then took off in a huff.

As for Yukio, he turned to me with a rather amused expression. He started approaching all slow, like he seem to do a lot, with a peculiar look in his eyes.

"So you're into this sort of media, huh? Guess our ordeal will work out better than I anticipated."

I gave him a real nasty glare, then slammed the book on the table, "What's that suppose to mean? I'm not a fucking faggot!"

"It would behoove you to learn the meaning of a word before using it. You'll look less like an ignorant prick."

"You know what I fucking mean! So did you bring this?" I demanded, raising the filthy material.

"No, I didn't. Are you done now?"

"I'm just getting started you goddamn-"

"Look, uh . . . What was your name again?"

"Fuck You, that's my name!" just as I stepped back ready to slug this snooty bastard, he flipped open the book and motioned me over.

I peered over reluctantly and choked,"What the hell? Is that—us?" I gasped. I was sort of a sexual guy because like any other teenage male, I had a few nude pin ups on my wall. I've also seen my share of R rated media, but the contents of that pervy book mortified me. It was downright voyeuristic.

"I've heard of this before. I think the appropriate term for it is doujinshi," Yukio said too calmly.

"What the hell is wrong with you? How can you be so calm about this? When a guy sees another guy sticking his johnny in another guy, he can't just be calm about it especially if it's you doing the sticking! Unless . . . you're gay?" I asked curiously. He seemed like the ideal straight male, but sometimes those are really the gay ones you know.

"Hell no. I'm just choosing not to make a fuss over a drawing."

"It's not just a drawing! Look! There's more!" I began flipping through the pages like a madman. "Well, I have to admit that I am sexy in this one, but sonuvabitch! What are you doing to me? Why are you—why does it say you want to feel me from the inside! What the hell does that even mean!"

"You do realize you're yelling at a book," said Yukio, rubbing his temples.

"We have to find the culprit and jump his ass! Are you with me?"

Yukio snatched the book from my hand and sauntered over to the trash can. Hoisting it up, he stepped out, "I'm heading up to the roof. Let's discuss our plans there."

"Awesome! I knew you weren't a total prude!"

He eyed me with a real funny glare, then continued walking. As I followed him on up curiously, I couldn't help but wonder what the sneaky bastard was up to. Hopefully, he had an ace up his sleeve.

Once the door slammed behind us, Yukio scouted the roof for any potential witnesses. After securing the area, he set the can furthest from the exit and removed the plastic bag. Pulling out a real familiar looking lighter, he struggled to get a steady flame.

"Help?" he asked.

"Hey, that's my light! How did you get that?" I demanded, feeling out my pockets.

"Just get over here—oh wait, I got it." He lit the book by the leafs, letting the flames spread. Then, he dropped it in the can to let it burn.

"Why're you burning the evidence!" I exclaimed—not that I was upset about it. I was just eager to catch the damn perv.

"There's no need to keep this and embarrass ourselves. There most likely are more doujinshis like this, but I have a plan."

"I knew those glasses weren't for show! So, where do we start? I want this bastard to suffer!" I cackled, rubbing my palms together.

"First, we'll need to keep tabs on who's been going through the club room. From there, we can investigate primary suspects."

"How do we do that?" I asked.

"Thankfully, it's kept locked when not in use. So, I can just ask the janitor who has else has access to the room."

"Good thinking! Let's head back down to the club room after we're done here. I'm kinda worried about leaving my stuff alone."

When we returned, a cute blond was waiting for us. Not really the type of girl to make a guy go mad with desire, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. She sort of reminded me of a Pomeranian just because of her fluffy hair, and her energy, plus the way her green eyes sparkled and widened drove me nuts sometimes. I just wanted to go d'aww. She's a real nice looking girl, and I've talked to her once or twice, but that's it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked frankly, unsure of what else to say.

Her eyes widened and just as she opened her mouth to speak, Yukio cut in, "Pardon his manners, this is . . ."

"Arumuko Rin, asshole. She and I have home room together."

He laughed, and it was a phony kind of laughter; "At least he's housebroken. And you are?"

"What? Do you wanna die!" I yelled.

"Moriyama Shiemi, nice to meetcha!" she said, bowing real enthusiastically. "I'm here for the Literature Club; it's not too late to join is it?" she asked.

Shiemi was always real positive and bubbly, even when people were mean to her. Girls always seemed to tease her about her boobs, probably 'cause of jealousy or something. They'd get real catty about the dumbest things you know, but I suppose I'm not much different from them when it comes to that jerk. I wasn't jealous of him or anything; I couldn't care less about money or being book smart. He's just amusing is all.

"It's never too late; we're always accepting. Anyone's welcomed so long as they're here to read. You're the girl from yesterday, correct?" said Yukio with a professional sort of air. It was like he didn't give a flying fuck when it's just me, but that sort of made me glad because I knew he wasn't phony all of the time. It made me think that deep down, he really was just a regular guy.

"Yes, I am! I didn't bring anything to read yesterday, so I decided to come today."

"So Shiemi, what kind of books do you like to read?" I asked a bit eagerly. I was beginning to feel left out.

Yukio leaned on my shoulder and that annoyed the crap out of me; he was taller than me and he had the broadness of a swimmer. It's like he did that to rub it in. I'd imagine he was one of those guys who walked around in his bare torso whenever he got the chance because he thought he had a damn good build. He was strong, so maybe he did.

"Well, I really enjoy romance novels," Shiemi said, getting sort of red in the face. What was wrong with her? Was she sick?

"Like BL novels?" Yukio asked.

Her eyes widened and gleamed; what were they talking about?

"What the hell are BL novels?" I cut in.

"Omagosh, you know what BL is!" She cried, beaming at Yukio, then turning to me. "It's like, the reason why I believe in a god; BL is the best thing ever to grace this planet!" Shiemi said real passionately.

I still had no clue what she was talking about.

"Does your interest include graphic novels as well?" Yukio went on.

"Of—freakin'—course! I love BL games, anime, movies, and real life BL too!"

"Real life BL?" he asked.

"Sometimes in class when Bon is teasing Rin, and then the other guys join in, I day dream about him getting gang raped. And lately, I've been collecting anthologies about this pairing that looks just like you two!"

"Gang raped!" I nearly went limp at that.

"No! It's not like that! Well, maybe it is, but I swear I mean no harm! I'm sorry for dreaming about you two dating!" she sobbed.

"Yukio, you let a terrifying pervert into our club!"I cried.

"At least now we know who the culprit is," he said to me. "Shiemi, I respect your interests, but you can't bring any of that material to school. You'll get us all in trouble and most importantly, put the club at risk of shutting down," Yukio said all calmly like he always did.

How the hell could he remain this calm?

"I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again. But is it alright if it's just a novel and with me at all times? The cover will be discreet too, I promise!"

"I don't see any problem with that. Any objections, Rin?" Yukio asked, turning to me.

"Of course I object! You can't just do stuff like that and think you'll get away with it!" I nearly shouted.

"I'm sorry, I really am!" Shiemi replied all teary-eyed.

Even though I was a bit riled up, I couldn't get angry at her; not even if I wanted to. So, I grunted at this and Yukio gave the okay for Shiemi to become a club member.

When it finally came time to leave, I hurried back home. Yukio followed me, and as hard as I tried to shake him off, I couldn't. He was stubborn; we had a deal, and as much as I wanted to back down, I didn't have the nerve to do it. I'm really an honest guy you know.

"Are you still mad about what happened earlier? Shiemi said she was sorry," he said when he finally caught up to me. I couldn't make an escape because we were on the train by then, and it was packed like a can of sardines. It was always packed around this time when everyone was hurrying to get home to their families, but I really was in no hurry. I just liked to pretend.

"Nah, it's just cold outside," I replied coolly.

He took his jacket off and put it round me. It was heavy and real expensive looking too; "If this is going to work, I can't have you taking days off just because of a common cold."

"And here I thought you actually cared," I said, shifting to look outside at the falling snow. I was getting uncomfortable bumping into his chest.

"I do, but I have to consider my interests too."

After that, I didn't say anything. I didn't want to get into all that horse manure about his motives, and wanting to focus on his career. He made damn well sure I understood our relationship was strictly business. Not like he broke my heart or anything, but I really thought we could become friends.

When we finally got to my house, he followed me right up to my door.

"May I come in?" he asked in that phony, professional tone, like we weren't the only ones around.

"Yeah, sure; invite yourself in," I muttered—real sarcastic.

"What?"

"What? Huh?"

He laughed as he wiped his shoes on the welcome mat before coming in. Someone had reversed it a while back and I never bothered to fix it.

"Wow, do you ever turn on the heat in this house?" he asked real incredulously like he'd never been cold his entire life. He was right to ask though, I never turned it on. I didn't have the money and it really wasn't necessary; I managed just fine with thick blankets, sweats, and tons of socks.

"If you don't like it, you can leave," I said—very frank. I plopped onto my couch; it was one of those leather ones with a matching recliner. A sad old thing really; it was peeling and covered in a layer of dust.

"This is probably the dirtiest house I've ever seen, but it's got a nice homey feel. And there's a familiar air to it."

I wasn't sure how to react to that so I shrugged it off and got up to look for something to eat. Yukio followed me to the kitchen, walking round slowly and picking up things. It started to annoy me, but at least he put stuff back instead of setting it elsewhere like some people did.

"Want some?" I offered a tray of crackers, cheese, and pepperoni.

He shook his head and continued to touch things.

"Is this your grandmother's house?" he asked.

"Nah, this house belonged to my dad."

"I see," he went silent for some minutes and smoothed down a stray hair. "There aren't any photos around your house," I can tell that wasn't exactly what he wanted to say all a long, but I suppose he figured somewhere along the way that I wasn't all that sensitive.

"Eh, never really had anyone around. I don't even have neighbors to pester me all the way out here in this empty lot. All that crab grass growing wildly is fun to run around in sometimes, but it gets real boring after a while," I replied, looking out the sink window. I really did mean it. That tight ass is the best thing that's happened to me since the Christmas before my foster family left for America. I'll never admit that to him though; it'll just make his head even fatter.

"I'm moving to my own apartment soon; you're welcome to come over if you ever feel like the weeds around here aren't entertaining enough."

"What happened to keeping things strictly business?" I asked, returning to a tower of cheese and pepperoni, wedged between two round crackers.

"It is business if there are people keeping tabs on us 24/7. That aside, I really don't mind having you around," he laughed, but the last part didn't sound so phony.

"Seriously, are you gay?" I asked with a mouth full.

"Why yes, I am. In fact, I'm craving a bucket of gargantuan penises right about now," he said, pokerfaced.

I laughed so hard, cracker bits fell out of my mouth. I got a real bang out of this guy, so I took him up on his offer. Despite all that's happened, he really was a nice guy when it came down to it.
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