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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ ... ✿ 『 Ӎɑɱҽɧɑrυ Ӭϲɦȍ Αӌɑɱҽ 』 ✿ ... ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▄ ▃ ▂ ▁
Summer wind whirling though the trees. A haze of heartache settled over me. I'm not the girl that you asked me to be. But here I am, holding on to my love My love  ► A little i r i s spoke to me . . . "The old E C H O is no more." ◄ -- ✿ -- Ҫɑɳ үoυ ɧҽɑr ɩț țȍȍ? -- ✿ -- "Ayame-sama. We will be arriving at Shigeka-sama's manor shortly." Blue eyes looked up from the cellphone screen flashing in slender hands, up at the chauffeur who had called to her from the front. A quick flick of her wrist closed her Acer Tempo M900 cell, and stowed it away into the pocket of her skirt. She would finish her text message to Prince later, perhaps when she wasn't busy. Ayame tucked a long lock of black hair behind her ear as she said, "Very well then. Let's not waste his time, as I'm sure he has better things to do than entertain me with his presence. I would like to get back home soon and unpack my things." Ayame gave the chauffeur a quick smile, casually checking the digital clock inside the limousine then her own outfit, for lack of anything else to do. A baby-pink turtleneck with a simple, knee-length brown skirt and black stockings completed her neat, conservative attire. Ayame shuffled her heeled feet quietly as she fixed her crescent moon necklace. It dangled and shined beautifully in the limo's inner-lighting, manicured fingers making sure it hung in the middle of her collarbone. Even after her leave from the Shroomz, Ayame still kept the necklace that had been given to her as a reminder of what she left behind... Ayame let out a sigh and closed her eyes, leaning back against the leather headrest. It wasn't that she wanted to see Chitose, she was just tired of keeping up the charade of actually liking him. She didn't like - no, more like she hated - making him think that she was actually okay with their upcoming marriage. Ayame wasn't. She despised lying to him like that, making him think that she actually liked him. Despite the smiles she gave everyone and the pleasant attitude she showed the wedding planners, she hated the thought of getting married to some man who she didn't even know all too well after 4 months of being engaged. Ayame hated the fact that he was 35 and old enough to be her father with the 15 age gap between them. She hated that she had to give up drugs completely, not by her own decision but because her fiance and family disapproved of her substance abuse greatly. She even hated the fact that he was heir to one of the richest companies in Japan; at least he had done the right thing and kept their engagement secret from the entire world. Word would get out soon enough, not only in Japan but the entire world, that one of the richest bachelors in the world would be married to a retired druggie. But what could she do? Break off the engagement and become a homeless, disowned youth? Bring shame upon herself, even after abandoning her gang just to keep them from being turned in to the police? Certainly not. Her pride could only take so much before it broke completely. She couldn't go back to being a rudie, not anymore. Not after everything she had went through in the past year and a half that she had left. A few more turns and straight driving led to the metal gates of the stately Shigeka manor. Ayame felt the limo pull up to the front of the mansion, coming to a smooth stop on the perfect pavement. She brushed off invisible dust from her sleeves as she reached over to her door to open it, only to be stopped by the chauffeur opening it from the outside. He cleared his throat apologetically, and motioned for her to get out of the vehicle. Before she could, however, one of the bodyguards sitting closest to the door on her right stepped out. He held up a finger, which Ayame mentally rolled her eyes at but kept quiet. Safety precautions that her parents wanted to take, since they knew how accident-prone Ayame could be. 4 bodyguards flanked her at every moment, unless she was at home. Then it doubled to 8. It was so troublesome, but Ayame just ignored them for the most part. She silently waited for the 'good to go' signal, a light tap on the hood of the limo, before stepping out of the vehicle. She careful exited the limo, making sure her skirt was caught in the door or anything before following the butler into the manor, the 4 bodyguards close on her heels like a pack of dogs. They made their way through the ornate and richly-decorated foyer into the sitting room, where Chitose sat quietly on a couch with papers in his hands. Naturally gray-silver hair fell over the yukata-clad shoulders as the man rose to greet Ayame with a pleased smile. If she didn't dislike their current arrangement at the moment, Ayame would of liked this man and his quiet disposition. However, she didn't like how his shyness had kept him from being wed at such an age of 38; it was a real pity. He was such a nice man too, uncorrupted by the business that his grandfather and father had built to practically dominate the Shooing the butler and her guards out of the room, Ayame put on a smile of her own and crossed the room to hug her fiance. Absently, after receiving a lingering kiss on the lips, Ayame wondered if she'd like him a little more if he smelled like street and sex. ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ ► An iris after the rain looks b l e a c h e d and colorless . . . "The smile I w e a r hides my cowardice." ◄  |
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 Ӎɑɱҽɧɑrυ ✿ 『 Ӭϲɦȍ 』 ✿ Αӌɑɱҽ ☢MELLOWOUTτяiiρρʏ sɧяooϻȥ ❀ --- Sun is shining in the sky, There ain't a cloud in sight It's stopped rainin', Everybody's in a play And don't you know, It's a beautiful new day. --- ❀
Echo rolled off of the bed, after sending them each a text saying she was fine and safe at a friend's friend's apartment. She wobbled and teetered slightly when her feet hit the ground. Echo hadn't really stood up on her own since she fainted, which made her legs feel like wobbly jelly. How troublesome, really. Echo peered around the rather small apartment. She hadn't really gotten the chance to look at Nai's place when she was out-of-it and freaking out about the race. She paused in her slow, small steps when she thought about the race. Echo hoped both Nai and Dmitry had gotten there no problem. It was still raining, from what she could hear from the outside. Echo hoped that Dmitry, as well as the rest of her gang, weren't having too much trouble with the drug race. They shouldn't, really. All of them did enough drugs to kill an elephant. If they lost, then it was probably because of their luck, so Echo couldn't be mad at them for losing their themed race. She ran the hand that wasn't supporting her against the wall through her hair, pushing out those thoughts in favor for other ones. Mainly, the grumbling coming from her stomach. Kami, she was hungry. If Echo was feeling any better, she would've went into her knapsack and eaten the special brownies and drank the shroom tea. However, even though she didn't feel like keeling over, she didn't feel 100% better. Better not to risk feeling even more hungry. Besides, she was sure Nai wouldn't want to come back to her apartment with a trippy, feverish Echo doing god-knows-what to her apartment. Echo walked into what looked like the kitchen. It was clean and nice enough, though she was thankful that she didn't have to look too far for something to eat. Earlier, she had spotted a note, from Nai, telling her where she could find some food and water. Echo opened up the fridge and, shivering, took out the soup that was mentioned in the note. After closer inspection, Echo found that it was ramen noodles that had been left for her and it actually smelled pretty good. It was cold, but Echo could find a way to heat it up. After setting the plastic-wrapped bowl of noodles on the table, she peered around the rest of the kitchen for a clean cup to drink from. Minutes and two glasses of water later, Echo was ready to heat up the food Nai had generously left her. She rubbed at her eyes groggily, since she was still feeling a little head-heavy from the lack of sleep and her fever. But hunger came first, even if she had only been asleep for an hour or so. The hell if she knew. Echo hadn't paid attention to the time on her cell phone. It didn't feel like too long ago since she had fallen asleep. Ah well. Echo shoved the plastic bowl into the microwave and pushed the timer for 2 minutes. She yawned. Plenty of time for a bowl of noodles to heat up, right? Right. However, after the first minute went by, the plastic wrapping that Echo had left over it started to grow in size. The more the plastic wrapping inflated, the louder the sizzling and popping got. Echo was too entranced and tired to really stop the microwave from -. "Oh...shi-." - BAM! - Echo shrieked uncharacteristically and ducked as the bowl let out the loudest and biggest popping noise yet. It shook rather violently, then made a beeping noise that signaled it was finished. From where Echo was, still in a half-crouching position a few feet from the electric device, the microwave didn't look broken. Slowly, with a wince from the pressure she had accidentally put on her stomach, Echo got up and pressed the button to open the microwave door. Immediately, she coughed and waved her hand back and forth as smoke trailed from the plastic bowl. She sighed in relief. If the plastic bowl had been melted in the process, Echo would've been in some deep s**t. The inside of the microwave was covered in bits of noddles and broth. Quickly, Echo unplugged the device and went to work cleaning up the explosion. 20 minutes and three dish towels later, any evidence of the ramen noodle explosion in the microwave was gone, save for the strong. lingering smell of the broth. Echo stirred what was left of her meal with a pair of clean chopsticks. She was sure Nai would rather have it smell like noodles for a few days than have it totally destroyed period. Still, Echo would probably have to explain herself if Nai got home in time to see some of her dish towels soaking in warm soapy water. If she couldn't get the ramen smell out of the microwave, she could at least get the broth stains and smell out of the towels. At least no one had been around to see her stupidity. With a faint blush on her cheeks, Echo ate the noodles in silence. ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ --- ❀ ❀ --- When I fall in love, I take my time There's no need to hurry when I'm making up my mind You can turn off the sun but I'm still gonna shine. --- ❀ |
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- ♥ - Iϲʜɪɴσɱɪʏɑ Ηɪʀσsʜɪ - ♥ - ♥♥♥ϒσυʀ Ɍσɱɑɴϲє Ϲнєғ♥♥♥ ღ Lick ღ SuckLick ღ BiteSuckLick ღ KissBiteSuckLick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 I wanna taste your cherry lips! 』 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇Solet'sgetcooking!▇▇▇▇▇▇  ╔═══════ ❝ Today's ⓢⓟⓔⓒⓘⓐⓛ is. . . ═══════╗
"Keikin, please get started on makeeng ze Lemon Meringue Pie. I weell come by to see 'ow you are doing weez eet later," Hiro said curtly, as he grabbed the clipboard of paper and pencil hanging on a hook near the back door. "Hakuyama, when you are done weez ze banana cake, please start on makeeng ze White Chocolate Raspberree Cheesecake. I weell get started on another batch of cookies ahnd brownies, after I write down what we 'ave baked as of now." Hiro made his way to where the sweets were being displayed, carefully making note of what needed to be refrigerated, since some of the desserts like the cheesecake and banana cake would still be good for another few days or so. So far, they had baked up cookies, brownies, molten chocolate cakes, chocolate whiskey cake, french apple tart, banana cake, apple-cobbler cake, and now, cheesecake and lemon meringue pie. He hummed in satisfaction. Usually, in a bakery, the common items would be the cookies and brownies, with the cakes on the side. Tarts were sometimes seen, as were pies, depending on the flavor. Cheesecake and cobblers weren't as common as the cookies. Really, it all depended on the occasion and the choices of the head chef. Hiro continued to write down the names of their desserts, along with the times they expected to run out of them and when they turned bad and inedible to the public. When it came down to inspecting desserts, Hiro wanted to make sure no unneeded ingredients made their way into the desserts they had all worked so hard on. It would be very embarrassing if one of the customers complained about something that wasn't supposed to be in the baking. Hiro had been so focused on the current menu, that he almost didn't hear his name being called out. He looked up from the clipboard, and saw Hideki's head peeking from the doors, a lollipop in his mouth. A devious smile came and went from Hiro's face as he eyed the male with concealed lust. Good gracious. If Hideki was going to always greet Hiro with a sucker in his mouth, then Hiro would have to make sure he always wore the brightly colored cooking apron. Hiro loved the way the other man looked, not just with the sucker in his mouth. He had looked, and tasted, oh-so appetizing to Hiro at a good, close distance. If only Kuri and Keikin weren't in the kitchen! Hiro wanted to skip the damn break altogether, and just have his fun way with the dark-haired male. With that chocolate icing Hiro had been so kind to have saved for a situation such as their's. A warm, friendly smile made its way onto Hiro's face as the half-Frenchman strolled over to where Hideki was standing. "'Allo, Hideki! Workeeng 'ard, oui?" Control. Decency. Kuri and Keikin would be scandalized and, in Kuri's case, very hostile if Hiro tried to jump Hideki at the moment. Oh? Hideki wanted to know about the specials? "Ah! Ze specials for today are ze Chocolate Whiskey Cake, French Apple Tart, Apple-Bluberree Cobbler...euh, and White Chocolate Raspberree Cheesecake, when eet ees ready!" Hiro finished with a bright smile. He refrained from asking if Hideki would like to sample any of the desserts himself, to see if the customer would like it. Hiro still had cookies and brownies to bake, and he was sure Hideki would have to get back to his own customer. Besides, the time for tasting something would be later. ╚═════════ . . .filled with ⓛⓞⓥⓔ. ❞ ═════════╝  ❦  ❦  |
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- ♥ - Iϲʜɪɴσɱɪʏɑ Ηɪʀσsʜɪ - ♥ - ♥♥♥ϒσυʀ Ɍσɱɑɴϲє Ϲнєғ♥♥♥ ღ Lick ღ SuckLick ღ BiteSuckLick ღ KissBiteSuckLick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 I wanna taste your cherry lips! 』 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇Soletsgetcooking!▇▇▇▇▇▇ ╔═══════ ❝ Today's ⓢⓟⓔⓒⓘⓐⓛ is. . . ═══════╗
The smile stayed on Hiro's face as he helped Kuri prepare the rest of the cheesecake, making sure the oven was preheated to 325 degrees before melting the white chocolate to a smooth finish. The grumpy cook could think or say whatever he wanted, 'cause Hiro didn't care at the moment. He sighed happily, as he mixed the cream cheese and sugar mixture with the vanilla and melted white chocolate. Hideki sure was a tease, a kind of person Hiro hadn't hooked up with since he was in Paris. He knew exactly what Hiro wanted, and how to dangle it in front of him long enough to make Hiro want more. When they had been alone, Hideki had cracked first and given in to Hiro. The way Hideki had been teasing the half-Frenchman, though, would surely make Hiro give in this time. Hiro couldn't be too sure though; he had no idea if Hideki was excited as he was about their next meeting. It would all be a matter of who was more aroused and impatient by the time their break came around. Hiro licked his lips absently as he elegantly made the swirl pattern with the tip of his knife on the top of the raspberry-covered cheesecake. He hoped he could make it, or god forbid he take some of his aroused state out on one of his cooks. He made sure the oven was warm enough, before putting the cheesecake into the oven and setting the timer for the appropriate time. He checked to see how Keikin was doing with the pie, and hummed in affirmation when he saw that the pie was almost done being prepared. All it needed was its time in the oven and the cooling racks. Satisfied that they were slightly ahead of schedule, Hiro got to work on the dirty cooking materials he had used with the cheesecake in the sink. Halfway through scrubbing the excess cream cheese off of the mixing bowl, Hideki came back into the kitchen, sans a lollipop in his mouth. Inwardly, Hiro pouted at the lack of the sucker. Hideki still looked as handsome as ever without it, but the sucker gave him a more playful touch. Still, Hiro had to stay calm and professional. Right. Professional. No ravishing Hideki in the kitchen, not with Kuri and Keikin working only a few feet away from them. "Ah? Ze apple tart? I weell get eet for you, mon ami~" Hiro dried his hands on the towel, grabbed a clean plate from the cabinets and moved over to where the French tart was. Hiro made sure the apple tart was still nice and warm before cutting out a perfect triangular slice and setting it on the plate. Hiro moved over to the refrigerator and took out a can whipped cream, shaking it vigorously before spraying a small spiral next to the slice. He delicately placed a small sprig of mint next to the cream and passed it into Hideki's waiting hands. Hiro swiped his finger across the top of the canister, getting all the excess cream onto his fingertips before licking at them slowly to savor the sweet taste. He made sure that its suggestiveness didn't attract the attention of his cooks as he sucked and licked the whipped cream off his fingers. Hiro finished with a lick of his tongue to the tip of his index finger and innocently looked at Hideki with a bright smile on his face. "I 'ope ze customer enjoys ze tart! Bon appetit~ " This is me, talking to you~ ╚═════════ . . .filled with ⓛⓞⓥⓔ. ❞ ═════════╝ ❦ ❦ |
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- ♥ - Iϲʜɪɴσɱɪʏɑ Ηɪʀσsʜɪ - ♥ - ♥♥♥ϒσυʀ Ɍσɱɑɴϲє Ϲнєғ♥♥♥ ღ Lick ღ SuckLick ღ BiteSuckLick ღ KissBiteSuckLick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 I wanna taste your cherry lips! 』 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇Solet'sgetcooking!▇▇▇▇▇▇ ╔═══════ ❝ Today's ⓢⓟⓔⓒⓘⓐⓛ is. . . ═══════╗
Hiro's bright smile transformed into a hungry smirk at Hideki's expression. The lust was evident in Hideki's eyes, his hands shook slightly when he took the plate. He knew his stunt with the whipped cream would have some effect on Hideki, since both of them had been so wound up with desire and want. Hiro still couldn't believe he had the self-control to even pull it off. At this point, he wasn't above wanting to shove Hideki onto the counter and have him with that whipped cream. He felt rather pleased with himself for holding back the urge to pounce of the shorter male. Hiro's smirk didn't falter when Hideki whispered to Hiro. With that kind of look in those lovely red eyes, Hiro could only comply to his wishes. He leaned forward, close enough so that his lips brushed against Hideki's cheek, and whispered, "Come ahnd get me, mon chér." He pulled back and watched the other male leave the kitchen, smiling as Hideki winked and blew him a kiss. How charming this man was! Hiro liked how determined and energized the male was. It would certainly come in handy, when they finally released all their pent-up need. Hiro loved a man who knew what he wanted, and wasn't afraid to tell him. Hiro could usually gauge his partner for good and bad reactions during sex, but knowing what and how they wanted to take it helped much more. He wanted to make sure he made Hideki plenty satisfied before he pleasured himself. As much as it hurt to be aroused and not get any release, it would make Hiro all the more accomplished if he tended to Hideki before himself. Hiro took a look around the kitchen. Everything seemed to be running rather smoothly, given the fact that they were a little ahead of time for cooking. The timer from the oven went off at the oven, signaling the cheesecake's finish in baking. Pulling on the oven mitts, Hiro strolled over to the oven, turned it off for the time being, and pulled the dessert out. He sighed happily as he put the confection on a cooling rack, making a mental note to put it in the refrigerator after it cooled down for a bit. The dessert smelled heavenly and delicious. Then again, the other desserts smelled equally delightful. Hiro hoped that the customer who ordered the apple tart liked it! It would be the cherry to top off Hiro's day if he was able to make the customer satisfied. That, and finally getting some alone time with Hideki. Now that would be delectable. Hiro stretched his arms upward, making sure his muscles weren't all bunched up. Pulling a muscle whilst cooking was definitely not something Hiro planned on doing. After making sure the cheesecake was securely in the refrigerator, Hiro looked over at his two cooks. The banana cake was almost ready to go into the oven, it seemed. The tarts were almost done being decorated with the strawberries. Deeming the kitchen under control for the time being, Hiro untied his apron and hung it on the hook, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater as he did so. As he made his way over to the door leading to the main part of the bakery, Hiro said over his shoulder, "Just goeeng to ze bathroom. I weell be back in a few minutes! Please take care of your desserts while I am gone!" Hiro pushed the swinging door open and left the kitchen. As quietly as possible, the blond made his way to where the bathrooms were without attracting too much attention towards himself. He had seen Hideki serving the apple tart and a drink to one of their customers. Hiro smiled. The customer looked very interesting, and as happy as Hideki looked. Though, he was quite sure the customer didn't know about the possible erection Hideki was sporting. Hiro hurried along with a silent chuckle, pushing the bathroom door. He yawned a little, looked around...and blinked at the sight before him. It was Matsuo, on the sill and bleeding. Any horny thoughts still occupying his mind quickly left as concern filled him. Why was he bleeding? Surely it had to be that wound on his palm. The way the paper towel soaked up all that blood, Hiro wouldn't be surprised if this guy would pass out one day from blood loss. Hiro made the door was closed before slowly making his way over to the other male. His heart fell when, upon closer inspection, he saw tears in his eyes. Hiro didn't like seeing sad people. He already felt guilty for ditching Matsuo for making out with Hideki AND getting caught by him. The least Hiro could do was try to cheer the bespectacled male up. "Mon ami? What eez wrong? Eez eet your palm zat hurts?" Hiro said as he took another paper towel from the dispenser near them and gently pressed it to the wound. Hiro patted the hand that was pressing the previous paper towel into the wound. Bright green eyes looked into Matsuo's with sympathy and concern. "Or are you cryeeng because of somezeeng else?" ╚═════════ . . .filled with ⓛⓞⓥⓔ. ❞ ═════════╝ ❦ ❦ |
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- ♥ - Iϲʜɪɴσɱɪʏɑ Ηɪʀσsʜɪ - ♥ - ♥♥♥ϒσυʀ Ɍσɱɑɴϲє Ϲнєғ♥♥♥ ღ Lick ღ SuckLick ღ BiteSuckLick ღ KissBiteSuckLick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 I wanna taste your cherry lips! 』 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇Solet'sgetcooking!▇▇▇▇▇▇ ╔═══════ ❝ Today's ⓢⓟⓔⓒⓘⓐⓛ is. . . ═══════╗
Hiro gave an embarrassing chuckle when Matsuo mentioned the little...incident in the kitchen. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed the edges of Matsuo's eyes gently, after Matsuo wiped his face. Pushing the memories of his and Hideki's make out session to the back of his head, Hiro used the handkerchief to wipe off the slight sheen of sweat that had formed on Matsuo. He meticulously dabbed at the younger-looking male's tear-stained cheeks and the top of his throat that wasn't covered by his collar. Hiro hoped Matsuo's forehead wound from before wasn't giving him too many problems. It would make him feel even more guilty about ditching him than before. "No no! You shouldn't apologize! Eet really was my fault, for doeeng somezeeng like zat in such a public area. I am sorry you had to see Hideki and I like zat. Ahnd I swear, I was lookeeng for zat first aid kit before all of zat 'appened. Eet isn't my fault I could not find eet een zat 'uge kitchen..." Hiro said with a sheepish look on his face. He steadied Matsuo when he bumped into him once again, making sure he wasn't gripping his arms too tightly as he let Matsuo stand on his own feet. "Eet ees fine, mon ami." Hiro gave him a friendly smile as he put the handkerchief back into his pocket. Green eyes widened with concern, though, as he saw Matsuo fall, once more, to the ground. On that wounded hand, too! Hiro grabbed another paper towel from the dispenser, wet it and quickly knelt down in front of Matsuo, taking his hand into his own. "Mon dieu! Are you..." The question 'Are you okay?' died on his tongue, since it would be redundant to ask. That had probably hurt. He frowned when he saw that the bleeding had started up again, and wiped the dirt from the wound carefully. Hiro gave him a sympathetic look when he heard Matsuo mention his cracked glasses. If Hiro had glasses, he would've been pretty disappointed at himself too, especially if they had been recently fixed. After helping him clean the blood on the ground, he lifted a hand to brush some of Matsuo's hair from his eyes. Concerned green eyes stared back at Matsuo's, a sympathetic frown on his features. "Surely, you are just 'aveeng a bad day. Ahnd tomorrow well be a new day, full of chances to make eet good! But..." Hiro's eyes surveyed the shorter male, a soft, friendly expression on his face as he leaned in slightly to survey Matsuo's still-sad expression. Their close proximity didn't faze Hiro, since he really did want to make Matsuo happier than he was now. Plus, he was focused on the expression Matsuo was making, not his lips. There was a difference. Really. "Ees zere anyzeeng I can do...to make you feel better?" (OOC: Tas, forgive me for butchering the French accent please. v.v; I totally messed up.) ╚═════════ . . .filled with ⓛⓞⓥⓔ. ❞ ═════════╝ ❦ ❦ |
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Mat's current position with Hiro, after he tumbled into Hiro:
Mat with his legs splayed, holding onto Hiro's neck for dear life with his knees slightly off the ground. Pinned under Hiro, after Hiro cushioned his fall, and accidentally kisses him. Hiro is kinda in-between Mat's legs, with one of his arms resting under Mat's head and the other propping him up. |
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- ♥ - Iϲʜɪɴσɱɪʏɑ Ηɪʀσsʜɪ - ♥ - ♥♥♥ϒσυʀ Ɍσɱɑɴϲє Ϲнєғ♥♥♥ ღ Lick ღ SuckLick ღ BiteSuckLick ღ KissBiteSuckLick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『 I wanna taste your cherry lips! 』 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇Solet'sgetcooking!▇▇▇▇▇▇ ╔═══════ ❝ Today's ⓢⓟⓔⓒⓘⓐⓛ is. . . ═══════╗
Hiro smiled kindly as Matsuo said that he would try to make tomorrow a better day, not feeling any remorse that he didn't get any...physical reward for helping the man. Hiro expected as much, since he didn't really expect anything from Matsuo for trying to cheer him up. However, he wasn't prepared for what would happen next. Hiro's arm shot out to steady Matsuo as he tripped, but instead of pulling Mat towards him and cushion the brunt of the fall with his body, Mat had pulled him down by grabbing him around the neck and at the front of his sweater. The arm that wasn't around Mat's waist shot forward and made contact with the bathroom tiles first, making Hiro wince at how much pressure he just put on his hand by doing that. As they jerked to a stop from hitting the ground altogether, Hiro from the hand that stopped his crash into Mat and Mat from practically being hugged (or locked in a death grip by the waist), their heads lightly knocked into one another. Another wince, this time from guilt for putting pressure on Matsuo's forehead wound. That had still hurt, didn't it? One green eye peeked open, though Hiro didn't remember when he had closed his eyes. From what he could see, Hiro was half laying in the lap of Matsuo, whose legs were splayed open. They were so close to just being piled onto one another that the sides of Hiro's hair were dropping around their faces, like a blond curtain. The arm Hiro had used to grab Matsuo with was being weighed down by Matsuo himself, the hand keeping Hiro from actually falling into Matsuo wobbling slightly.. Matsuo's knees on either side of Hiro's waist, while both of his hands were holding the front of his sweater for dear life. At this close of a distance, Hiro could see the shocked eyes behind those glas--. Wait. Since when did Hiro get so close that he could really see the color of Mat's eyes? Air suddenly became caught in Hiro's throat as he finally realized just how close him and Matsuo were; they were close enough that when Mat started to apologize rather profusely, Hiro could feel soft lips moving against his own. Their bodies were so close, that if Hiro shifted his knee, or rather his thigh because of their height difference, just a centimeter, he'd come in contact with Matsuo's groin. Well, damn. What was that about not getting a 'reward' again? Subconsciously, Hiro both thanked and cursed any higher being in heaven for putting him in such a situation. On one hand, Hiro really liked how those lips felt against his, soft and somewhat moist from being so nervous. He couldn't resist a good pair of lips on a man, not even on his worst days. On the other hand, however, Hiro didn't want to do anything too rash in response to that accidental kiss. Matsuo certainly didn't plan dragging Hiro down with him to the tiles and have them end up in such an...interesting position. A small voice interjected into his thoughts, telling him he probably wouldn't have a chance like this for quite awhile. It was either force himself to be satisfied with just that small kiss or...just steal another. Hiro silently listened to Matsuo's plea for him to move, the signs of a panic attack signaled the rational part of his brain. Keep it simple, and keep it short, if you're going to do something now, it told him. One little kiss wouldn't kill either of them, of course. Hiro repeated the phrase in his mind as he tilted his head downwards to press a tender kiss onto Matsuo's lips. The arm that was holding Matsuo's waist unwounded itself, so his hand could brush against Matsuo's cheek gently and avoid the wounded forehead. No tongue, no rush, like when he kissed Hideki because he wanted to taste him. Hiro wasn't doing this to get into Matsuo's pants either, like when he encouraged the kissing with Hideki because he need some release. Just a kiss that, hopefully, said, 'It's fine. So feel better please?' A heartbeat. Then another, until Hiro broke the kiss off and smiled warmly, looking unaffected by what had just happened minutes ago. He re-wrapped his arm around Matsuo's waist, this time to pull him up into a standing position as Hiro himself stood up. When he was sure that Matsuo was steady on his own two feet, Hiro released him. He almost missed the warmth that came from the other man, almost regretted pulling away from him. They couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, though. Hiro fixed his white-collared shirt under his light-green sweater, then made sure he washed and dried his hands before running one of them through his blond locks. "We should get back to work, yes? Monsieur Manager and Monsieur Silver-cheveux weell not be 'appy eef we...euh, 'ow you say, 'dawdle around'? Shall we keep zis a secret, between you and I?" He said, sunny smile still present on his face. Hiro wouldn't apologize for kissing Matsuo back simply because he meant to do it without feeling any regrets about his own actions. ╚═════════ . . .filled with ⓛⓞⓥⓔ. ❞ ═════════╝ ❦ ❦ |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx► ʘ ρ ε ɾ ɑ τ ɵ ɾ ❝Ȟ ῐ Ъ ɑ ɳ ɵ ⊗ Ϻ ῐ ɵ❞ Ⱦ ω ɵ ◄xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  "If the smile's not meant to be, if the heart's not ready to open." "If we make it, I won't see how it's broken. " = = = = = = = = = = ☠ = = = = = = = = = = The fact that the rain was finally letting up told Mio that this race was worth sticking around for, after all. It had started to feel like it would of never ended, but Mio figured since the racers were under-the-influence and the finish line wasn't just a hop-and-a-skip away it would feel that way. Mio smiled, as her photographic memory went to work memorizing faces and names, specifically the Trippy Shroom members. So that Dmitry boy won? Excellent, though Mio would of loved to arrest that clown-faced man from the way he was so sure of himself despite losing. He really needed to be knocked down a few pegs. The fact that the win went over to the Shroomz gave Mio even more proof that this particular gang, along with the Shreaderz, had to be taken down. Two wouldn't have any qualms arresting any of those druggies as herself. As Mio, though, she had plenty of time to gather information and run the probabilities of her team's success on arresting all of these rudies. Mio showed barely any interest in the young man who had fallen flat on his face, or at the group of girls (and one male) laughing at his fall. Well, it was to be expected to fall over and look like a dumb-a** after taking drugs. Mio silently nodded over at Caesar, who was leaving them. It was fine. Two didn't need supervision, nor did she want any unless the mission asked for it. She had wounded countless operatives during training for thinking less of her, and killed the unfortunately foolish few who dared to tell her in-person that she looked too "delicate" to be an agent. Whatever Caesar was doing was Caesar's business until it involved the team. Mio hoped that Caesar would chose to have them regroup at KRONOS's big celebration at her club. Something that countered his slip-up with taking Adele to the sex shop and making her look like a cosplaying hooker. Mio looked over at their new member and studied him as Ryofu introduced herself. The scar on his face was the first thing she noticed. Quite brutal-looking, but intriguing nonetheless. Two made a mental note to research the meaning behind the scars in the government's agent files. She couldn't really talk about how that scar could possibly be a liability, since her own purple hair and eyes had gotten some funny looks when she had first started her spy training. She put on a pleasant, typical Mio!smile, and bowed respectfully. "Hello! I am Hibane Mio. Pleased to make your acquaintance!" Mio chimed. He didn't look like he'd cause her any troubles, but Two was taught to trust only a few. She dug into her skirt pockets to pull out the vibrating phone, flipping it open. It was from Caesar, who had just left the four of them only minutes ago. "Hmm! I wonder what Caesar has to say, since he did not bother to tell us anything important before he left." She looked over the rather long message, the friendly smile on her face turning predatory. Well it was about damn time they took some action against these rudies. Two had been wondering what took their leader so damn long to put them in some action. "Hold back"? Two never did when it involved laying down some justice, and she expected the same mindset from the rest of her team. She didn't have to worry about Zero or maybe Xavier, but Adele would be a problem. She was still naive and had so much more to learn. Adele was great with a gun, but her naivety would cause her to be a liability if she didn't harden her heart a little more. Being taken to a sex shop, of all places, didn't help, and that had been a major mistake on Caesar's part. Two hoped the French woman didn't go soft during their raid. Incompetence would be unacceptable, and Two didn't want to feel something close to remorse if she had to take her out in the known future. Scanning the text once more to commit her orders to memory, Mio deleted said text and beamed at her team. "Well, everyone has their orders, so I will see you all at the club later!" With that, Mio skated off into the direction of her living quarters. This time, the leftover puddles would give her enough speed to take her there in half the time. As she got closer to the apartment complexes, of which the government had generously given her an entire floor to herself, Two got to making her strategy. Breaking into the club's security system for the blueprints and taking over the security cameras wouldn't be any trouble for Mio, if she had the right equipment. If Two was correct, which she always made sure she was, the club would be in the vicinity of a few warehouses, some that would be abandoned. She'd set up her hacking equipment in the warehouse farthest from the club, as to not draw any unwanted attention to herself, and go from there. After getting herself inside her private room, Mio quickly changed out of those black street clothes that she didn't quite like, tossed them into a laundry hamper and rummaged through her closet. Black mini-dress with magenta accents and boots, her no-slip-grip gloves, and her mask with heat sensors. Perfect for fast movement and specifically a raid. She hooked her two chained knives around her waist, as per usual, and gathered up her equipment. A mini-laptop, portable hard drive and a few wires was all Two needed to get the blueprints and information about Aria. Minutes later, Two arrived at the designated warehouse, which was a block away from Aria, via car. Since she was basically doing her part solo in an abandoned warehouse, of all places, Two decided she would need some extra...security to make sure everything went smoothly. Five or six bulky men in black loitering around a warehouse may of looked suspicious, but Two had already ran the probability of getting caught and questioned. Only a mere 31%, since the warehouse hadn't been used for quite some time. Two laid out a tarp on the ground before setting the black bag containing her system-hacking devices. Normally, Two would have just broken into the club from the back and searched through the manager's office or storage room, since they were the two places that would most likely hold the blueprints. However, they weren't old-fashioned. It was all about the technology, especially in Tokyo where even the oddest of devices were used by the people. There was a high probability that Two would be able to find the blueprints on the club's computer security system. "Guard the doors and windows. If anyone unauthorized by me tries to get in here while I'm busy, shoot them on the spot. Or I will dispose of you myself." A promise, not a threat, not from Two. The men knew she wouldn't hesitate to take any of them out if they showed incompetence, even if they were on the same side. Especially for a raid that was crucial to her mission. Two sat herself down on the tarp and hooked her laptop to the hard drive, tapping away at the computer keys to capture the wireless signal coming from the club. Not even a few minutes passed before Two took over the security system of the club, including its cameras. A few more typing and clicks of the keyboard told her how many cameras there were, in both the main dance floor and the VIP lounges. Turning away from the laptop for a second, Two typed up the first part of her text message to her team. Mass Message to: All X X X X Members From: Two Subject: Security Infiltrated Message: I have successfully infiltrated the club's security system and have gotten into it's main database and digital filing system, where the blueprints and other information are. The cameras, as well as all security measures that monitor the club's activities and were automatically activated, are under my control. There are 5 cameras centered around the dance floor, 2 near the bar, 3 cameras that simultaneously switch the angles over KRONOS's DJ booth, and 3 cameras in each of the VIP areas. There are also 2 cameras monitoring the back of the club and 2 in the front of the club. Please remember that while we initiate this raid. My next message will contain the full, detailed blueprint of the entire club layout, as well as the schedule for the playlist that the manager has presumably set up for KRONOS. Though it is unclear whether or not she will follow said schedule. Please delete this message after reading it. - Two = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "You try to multiply your speed by time to get your distance. " "Ready to attack and take each other down." ⊗  ⊗ |
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