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cereal-before-milk · 2 years

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KYŌKO OKAZAKI

Mangaka and feminist considered the mother of the Josei (demographic of manga aimed at an adult female audience 18+)

Kyōko was born on December 13, 1963 in Shimokitazawa, Tokyo. When she was little, her father had a hairdressing salon and a total of 15 people lived in her house, including her uncles, cousins and her father's apprentices. Despite being so many people in a house, Okazaki said that everything was quite calm and that she had a good childhood, but that she never felt comfortable.

While studying art at Atomi Junior College (a Japanese college for women only) Okazaki debuted in Cartoon Burikko, an erotic manga magazine geared towards men. Although officially her first manga was Virgin (1985) published in Byakuyashobo magazine.

Kyōko was the most relevant author of Josei between the 80s and 90s, the latter being her golden decade. Her works with a minimalist but profound style deal with delicate and very taboo subjects such as prostitution, depression or drug addiction (without romanticizing any of these) and are also full of elements such as sex or fashion and beauty and the problems that it brings the obsession with these. In addition to the adult plots, another thing that separates it from shōjo is her female characters. Her mangas are full of unconventional girls, they are bold and their concerns are those of modern women and they don't think so much about getting married and starting a family, they leave aside the innocence of shōjo girls.

In 1996, at the age of 33, Okazaki was hit by a drunk driver, leaving her unconscious and unable to breathe on her own. She had to relearn how to speak and is currently in rehab, in 2014 she was seen in a wheelchair. Due to all the sequels Okazaki was forced to leave the manga.

Her works are a reflection of the society of the 80s and 90s. A cynical, selfish and capitalist society, which projects the vast majority of problems and insecurities onto women, making us compete with each other (well, it is also a reflection of the present).

♡ HELTER SKELTER 1995-1996

- genres: psychological horror

- Awards: Osamu Tezuka Cultural Prize 2004, and Excellence Award from the Japan Media Arts Festival 2004.

- english | spanish

It is a criticism of the toxic society that makes women have to worry much more about their appearance and what others say.

Liliko (Ririko) is an increasingly popular model. She lives and depends on her physical image, which makes her obsession with her youth and her beauty lead her to make a series of not very good decisions. Illegal plastic surgeries, drugs, lack of sleep, her rivalry with other models and the people around her gradually destroy the protagonist.

— It has a live action from 2012.

♡ PINK 1989

- genre: slice of life

- english | spanish

It is a critique of capitalism that makes us believe that we have to fill our pockets with material goods. It deals with serious topics with a dash of humor, but it's still a drama. It also represents the relationships between women from the same family nucleus.

Yumiko is the main protagonist, she is presented as a carefree girl who is unable to see beyond her nose. She is a secretary by day and a prostitute by night, since her secretary's salary is not enough to feed her peculiar pet, a crocodile. She always listens to her co-workers complain about money and they wait for a prince charming to save them, but Yumiko thinks that with a series of tricks in her life they wouldn't have to worry about it. On the other hand we have Haruo, a university student who puts the masculine gaze on history, has sex with Yumiko's stepmother for money, is much more serious and wants to be a writer although the only readers of his are Yumiko and her stepsister.

It contains an epilogue that is a brief reflection that Okazaki makes of love, work and prostitution.

♡ RIVER'S EDGE 1993

- Genre: drama, slice of life

It represents with a more serious and objective look the problems of adolescents and how horrible adolescence can be for many people. Shows us bullying, sex, queer characters, double-edged relationships and eating disorders for what they are.

Haruma is the protagonist and is the girlfriend of the school bully, although she is less and less clear about what she saw in him. She usually defends Yamada, a gay boy who has a girlfriend just for show, from the harassment of his partner. Yamada confesses to Haruma that he has found a body and that she should tell the police, but he is unable to do. The river's edge hides many secrets.

— It has a live action from 2018 winner of the Japanese Academy Award for New Value of the Year.

♡ OTHERS MANGAS

— CHIWAWA-CHAN 1996

Chiwawa is a popular girl, but one day she turns up dead. Her friends gather to commemorate her and realize that they don't know anything about her, not even her real name or what kind of people she hung out with.

It has a live action from 2019

— TOKYO GIRLS BRAVO 1993

The protagonist has grown up in a family full of problems. When she decides to move to Tokyo she falls in love with its music and nightlife. She finally makes a big change that surprises even the most modern people out there.

Kyōko is heir to the change made by the women of the Year 24 Group in the manga, but now it is her turn to give voice to women whose concerns go beyond being good wives and mothers.

"I am a real Tokyo Girl" Kyōko Okazaki, Pink 1989

#feminist #kyoko okazaki #pink #tokyo girls #helter skelter #river's edge #manga #manga recommendation #josei manga #iwd

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adarlingwrites · 3 years

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Dormouse

Summary:

After playing a game with two of The Beach's most dangerous members, the dormouse gets her tail caught by a tiger's paw.

He’ll make a wildcat out of her.

Author’s notes: Surprise, have a double update! Have another chapter of light-hearted dialogue and self-indulgent smut featuring my favorite song from one of my favorite bands. Lord knows these two deserve it because of what I have planned in future chapters.

I watch you taste it, I see your face, and I know I'm alive | you're shooting stars from the barrel of your eyes | it drives me crazy, just drives me wild

The next morning, the air is cold and crisp, and the sun barely provides any warmth as it kisses Takatora’s skin. Yamaneko is thankful for what little heat it provided her this morning, warming her ever so slightly. The rest was taken care of by the warm cup of coffee in her hand.

One of the Beach’s mechanics was busy checking the tires of the vintage four by four they’ll be using to grab supplies as the duo approached him. In the car is the girl that Yamaneko saw arriving with her father, whose face contorts into horror when she sees the two militants approaching.

“Tatta,” she calls out to her companion, panicking. “Militants!”

The young man, who seems like he’s around Yamaneko’s age, turns around and practically jumps, a look of unbridled panic on his face as the two approached him.

“Drive,” Yamaneko tells him, going right ahead and opening the door to the back of the car. The girl jumps off the back in a hurry, moving to the passenger seat in the front, nervously glancing at Tatta. The militants sat in the back.

The poor boy was shaking, clumsily pushing the key into the slot and turning it, the engine roaring to life.

“Um… where to?” Tatta asks the two of them. The girl next to him busied herself by looking outside the window, the sun imbuing her bronze skin with a golden hue and the breeze blowing through her shoulder-length hair.

“Shimokitazawa,” Yamaneko says mid-yawn. “Just drop us off there and you can go on with your supply run. Pick us up in the afternoon.”

“Got it,” he replies, stiff as a board in the driver’s seat.

Yamaneko notices their unease. Flicking her coffee stirrer towards the front, she laughs as the two flinches. “Relax. If we wanted to hurt you, we would’ve done it by now. We just want a ride, that’s all.”

The girl shifts in her seat and gives Yamaneko a nervous smile. “So, what are your names?”

“Just call me Yamaneko. He’s called Last Boss.”

“Your friend doesn’t talk much, does he?” the girl asks, each syllable spoken with caution. “I-I mean not like it’s a bad thing…”

The militant woman smirks, taking a sip of her coffee. “Yeah. He’s the quiet type. What about you two newbies? Care to introduce yourselves?”

The boy and the girl glance at each other, as if gauging who should go first. “I’m Kodai Tatta,” the boy answers, then the girl opens her mouth to talk. “Zia Hinata.”

“Zia, huh? Not a lot of Japanese girls have that name. Is one of your parents a foreigner?”

When Hinata doesn’t respond, Last Boss leans over and glares at her. She yelps, and takes a deep breath. “Y-yeah! My mother is Filipino,” she near-exclaims, pitch rising an octave or two.

Yamaneko puts a hand on Last Boss’ arm and laughs. “No need for that. She’s obviously just scared of us.”

She can practically hear the sigh of relief Hinata lets out from where she’s sitting when he withdraws.

“Saw you arrive a few days ago,” Yamaneko comments. “It looks like Niragi has taken an interest in you.”

The sharp exhale Hinata gives her says it all. “Yeah.”

“Word of advice? Niragi tries to break anyone who makes his cock hard. If he attempts to fuck you, just try to pretend that he doesn’t faze you. He thrives off of his victims’ fear.”

Tatta almost swerves into a barricade, and he exhales a few times while fixing the cap on his head, while Hinata presses a palm on her forehead. The boy with the cap gives his companion a nervous, concerned glance.

“Yeah, well, about that… I knew him before I ended up in this place. So, I doubt that will work,” Hinata mentions, nervously picking at the skin around her fingernails.

“He’s a bastard even back then, huh?”

“Actually, no. He was my upperclassman. I was his only friend in middle school. He was nothing like that back then… Now he’s, well, evil. And he won’t leave me alone. Supply runs with Tatta are my only escape.”

“Well, this is awkward,” Yamaneko comments, cringing and gulping the rest of her coffee. She tosses the cup, the wind carrying it away. “Thanks for confirming that he’s always been a loser though. Good luck getting that bastard off your back.”

The rest of the ride is filled with uncomfortable silence, with Yamaneko having given up on making small talk with the new citizens of the Beach. Perhaps it comes with her status as a militant. People were told to avoid them to avoid trouble after all, and she couldn’t blame Hinata being cautious around them after her experience with Niragi.

As they approached Shimokitazawa, Yamaneko’s sleepiness wears off entirely and a smile laden with nostalgia sweeps across her face. Quaint little shops of vintage clothes lined up in the streets, along with abandoned cafes, record stores, and bookstores. Even Last Boss’ interest seems piqued, eyes lively as they pass by the storefronts. Tatta takes in the sights as well, mouth open in wonder, and half of Hinata’s body is practically outside the window as she gawks at the colorful neighborhood, the street murals a welcome change from the half-naked bodies of the Beach.

They stopped outside a cafe, and the two militants hopped off. Tatta doesn’t drive off though, still impressed by this odd little neighborhood in the middle of the once-bustling Tokyo.

“Hey! Don’t you two have a supply run?” Yamaneko shouts playfully, while Last Boss is already wandering off to check the place out.

“Sorry! I got distracted,” Hinata shouts, then she pauses. “I wanted to do a mural in a place like this.”

“Then hurry up so you can do that later,” Yamaneko replies, one hand on her hip.

“Y-yeah! We’ll come back to pick you up from the same spot in the afternoon,” Hinata shouts back, and she ducks her head as she sits back down in the car. She looks to her companion, and whispers, “Let’s hurry. I wanna explore this place later, too.”

Tatta smiles at her, and drives away.

As the car speeds off, Yamaneko turns around and runs after her lover, who stopped in front of a bookstore. The female militant wraps an arm around his, and leans against his bicep. “You wanna check out this shop first?”

Takatora nods, and they enter the store together, the bell making a faint chiming sound as he pushes the door open. Books, manga, trinkets, and other items lined up on the shelves; an impulse-buyer’s worst temptation, and a book lover’s dream. Like a child let loose in a candy store, Yamaneko grabs a basket and starts to rifle through the assorted items.

“My sister told me about this neighborhood, you know,” she comments offhand as she continued looking through the items. “Aside from Harajuku, this is the other place I used to blow my allowance on.”

A small smile tugs at Takatora’s lips, watching as his lover adds knick-knacks and other clutter in her basket, and he turns to browse some books.

Some time later, Yamaneko comes behind him and buries her face on his back.

“Found anything you like?” she asks, and the taller militant turns around to face her, a few blank notebooks tucked under his arms, and a mountaineering encyclopedia in his hands. He folds the encyclopedia and holds it out for her to see, and he has a sheepish expression on his face. Yamaneko holds out her basket, and he drops the items in with an uncharacteristic gentleness.

“I didn’t know you’re into mountaineering,” she comments.

“Not really. Explorers. But I couldn’t find a book about them.”

“Oh? Who’s your favorite explorer?”

“Robert Edwin Peary,” Takatora responds, and Yamaneko smiles.

“Tell me about him.”

She listened to Takatora talk, trying to fight the huge smile from blooming on her lips as she heard him say anything more than a short sentence. As she listened to him talk about how Peary lost his toes to frostbite, she packed their items with care in a shopping bag, then they moved on to the next store.

They pass by a small sukajan store, and a cold breeze that sends chills up Yamaneko’s spine urges her to check it out. Various bomber jackets with beautiful, intricate embroidery hung from the shop walls, and she couldn’t help but admire the artistry in each stitch. A particular jacket caught her eye, a black one with a roaring tiger and peach blossoms embroidered on it.

She tiptoes to reach it, but her shorter stature prevents her from taking it, fingers barely brushing the hem of the jacket. Amused, Takatora extends his arm and takes it from the rack, and hands it to the shorter militant. After muttering an embarrassed “thank you”, Yamaneko puts on the jacket, and admires herself at the dirty mirror nearby.

“This jacket reminds me of you,” she says to her lover. He responded by pulling her close, silently asking for a kiss.

Yamaneko responds by tenderly pressing her lips onto his. Before he can taste her with his tongue, she pulls away and gives him a devious smirk with half-lidded eyes. “If we continue this, we would end up spending the day just fucking. There’s more places I want to see, c’mon.”

Looking at her with longing, Takatora relents, nodding. He follows her out of the store, and they pass by several shops and cafes before ending up in an antique shop by noon. He was taken aback when Yamaneko squealed, and she ran towards the glass storefront. There, she marvels at an antique sewing machine, eyes glittering with excitement.

“It’s a Singer,” she gasps, trying to contain her excitement. Pushing through the entrance, she rushes in and lets her hands wander over the black finish of the machine. Meanwhile, Takatora leans at the door, mouth tugging upward upon witnessing his lover’s excitement.

“We’re taking this back to the Beach. I don’t give a shit, I’m not leaving this here.”

“If that’s what you want, Yamaneko,” Takatora responds, walking over to ruffle her hair.

As she fusses over the machine, he explores the rest of the shop. Aside from the old typewriter that he decided he will be hauling back to the Beach too, an old instant camera on a dusty counter catches his eye. Long fingers gingerly pick up the Polaroid, and brushes the dust off of the item. Under the counter are boxes of old film, and he reads the instructions on the back.

The sound of a shutter breaks Yamaneko out of her trance, and she turns around to see her lover holding a Polaroid and a photograph, waiting for her image to show up on the paper. She grins and nudges him.

“Nice find,” she says.

Takatora aims the camera at her again, and Yamaneko smiles for him. Sweet. Inviting. One that she hasn’t given anyone in a long time.

As they wait for the photographs to develop, the wildcat saunters over to a vintage Sansui turntable, browsing the pre-loved vinyl records piled neatly beside it. Ranging from the 50s to the early 2010s, Yamaneko browsed through them, most of which are from UK and US musicians. Her English wasn’t the best, so she just picked what she thinks looked most interesting; a vinyl record whose cover had a white owl imposed on a black background as the album art.

Behind her, her tiger prowls, pressing himself against her back as she places the needle on the vinyl. He buries his face in her hair, taking in her scent, and his free hand roams her body, while the other still holds the Polaroid. Through his black pants, he’s already at half-mast, and Yamaneko giggles at her lover’s earnest desire to have her.

“It’s already noon. Those two will be back soon,” he whispers. “Can we do it here?”

She spins around, pulls him by his jacket, and plants a hard kiss on his mouth, restraint slipping away. The camera makes a light clatter as Takatora puts it down on the pile of records, both of his hands cupping his lover’s face as he kisses her deep, permission to taste her granted when she parts her mouth.

Reaching behind, Yamaneko undoes the strings of her top, which she pulls and tosses to the nearest surface. Spindly hands grab the soft mounds on her chest, squeezing hard enough to draw a whine from her. The wildcat throws her head back, and her lover swoops in to assault her neck with kisses as his fingers fondled her nipples.

Before he can lean down to suckle on them, Yamaneko kneels and undoes his belt, pulls his trousers down, and licks at the skin on his flat stomach. Damp and hot against her cheek, she rubs her face against his clothed cock, smiling impishly as she teases him and draws a rasp from his throat.

Deft fingers pull the rest of the fabric down and the tattooed militant’s cock springs out of his boxers, stiffening from all of his lover’s teasing. At a torturous pace, Yamaneko drags her tongue from the underside of his shaft all the way to the tip, encloses her lips around the head, and pulls back with a lewd pop. One of his hands grasps at her wild hair, holding on for dear life.

She looks at the camera from the corner of her eyes. “I have an idea,” she croons against the angry, blushing head of his cock. “Why don’t you go ahead and take more photos to remember me by?”

Her lover gulps, cock twitching from the request. “Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t,” Yamaneko hums, and gives his head one teasing lick.

Grabbing the camera again, Takatora could barely aim it properly as Yamaneko finally went ahead and took his whole length in her mouth, soft lips sliding against his shaft as she bobbed and twisted her head at every stroke. Small hands grasping his length, she opens her mouth to stick out her tongue, and presses it on the underside of his head, holding that position long enough to let him take a photo.

As soon as she hears a click, Yamaneko goes back to work, this time enclosing his balls with her warm, wet mouth as her hand stroked him, humming in delight as she drew a lengthier rasp from her tattooed lover, his head thrown back in bliss. Afterwards, her mouth goes back on his length, and she goes all the way to the base of his dick, doing her best not to choke. Yamaneko pauses so he can get a picture, looking at him with an inky, black tear running down her cheek.

The sight almost drove her tiger wild, who began to fuck her mouth hungrily, gaze searing as he watched his length disappear in her loving mouth. More tears start to stream down out of his lover’s eyes, which remains fixed on his, and wet, lewd sounds fill the shop, accompanied by her choked moans and the music blaring from the Sansui.

“So good… You make me feel so damn good,” Takatora whispers, breath rasping as he continued to violate her mouth.

Legs shaking, his breathing quickens as he comes closer to the end, and he presses Yamaneko’s face against his hips, grunting as he floods her mouth with his cum. Her throat constricted around him as she struggled to swallow the load, overflowing from the corner of her mouth, mixing with the creamy formula of her lipstick. Takatora pulls her head away from him, and predicting what follows, Yamaneko grabs her jacket and opens it wide, the fabric sliding off of her shoulders, letting the next spurt of his cum land on her face and breasts. Panting heavily as she gasped for air, she looked up to him, a satisfied smile on her open mouth, and she milked the rest of his come onto her tongue.

With an unstable hand, Takatora photographed all of those moments, letting the instant film fall to the ground. They’ll pick those up later.

For now, he picks up his lover and puts her on a nearby surface, a delicately-varnished, antique wooden table. Clumsily, he loads the Polaroid with another box of film, and takes more photographs. Makeup ruined, smiling, and naked from the waist up, she lies on the table to catch her breath, beads of cum dripping to the side of her breasts. He preserves the fleeting moment with another click of the camera, then he puts it down beside her. He kissed her skin and tasted himself in the process.

A warm tongue flicks on the wildcat’s hardened nipple, and she moans as Takatora toys with them, flicking them back and forth with a finger, swirling his tongue around it, then putting it in his mouth. The sucking motion makes her hips buck against him, her juices staining her underwear from her arousal.

Frantic and greedy, he pulls those away, and photographs her naked body. He dips two fingers in the entrance of her pussy, and the wildcat arches her back, a low moan rumbling from her throat, while her lover takes another shot, this time including her face, twisted from lust. Then, he gets to work, setting the camera aside once more, and shoving his face against her crotch.

Long fingers assaulted her hole, stroking at a sensitive spot, while his tongue played with her swollen clitoris, earning him a sustained moan. With his free arm, the tattooed militant takes one of his lover’s legs and hooks it over his shoulder, his cheek resting on her creamy thighs as he continued to fuck her with his hand.

Yamaneko cracks her eyes open, and sees their reflection on a mirror right across them. She picks up the Polaroid, her turn to capture the private moments between the two of them. Her lover's lips, stained with her juices, seal against her sensitive bud and she almost drops the camera from the way it made her feel, her legs quivering and toes curling from the sensation.

She swore she heard him chuckle against her with a near-sinister tone.

Just when she thought he couldn’t push her any further after that, he adds a third finger, and his pace turns brutal. Yamaneko’s hands scramble for purchase against the varnished, wooden surface, trying to find an edge she can cling to. A searing, almost painful pleasure builds in her core, which bursts and sets her on fire as a fourth finger fills her, the stretch pushing her over the edge.

White spots filled the wildcat’s vision as she came, crying and moaning as she rode his fingers. They pull out of her ruined pussy, a wet, sloppy mess staining the antique table, earning him a whine.

Yamaneko rolls over, panting and resting on her stomach, the sound of the shutter clicking again. Arching her back, she puts on a show for her lover, smiling as he used up the last of the film. She relaxes as he busies himself with loading the last box of film.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks her, a hand on her ass, gently squeezing the globe of muscle and fat. His cock, semi-hard again, rests between her buttocks.

“Yeah. Can we go slow at first?” Yamaneko replies, looking over her shoulder.

“Sure.”

With unexpected tenderness, he parts her legs, and tucks his cock inside her. He pulls her jacket down halfway, exposing her upper back, and he presses his lips on her skin, sucking at the back of her neck. This makes his wildcat arch her back, throwing her head back in desire. Her walls clench around him, which makes him harden further. His tongue traced circles on her shoulder as he started to rock his hips again.

Yamaneko moans his name as he clamps his mouth down on her good shoulder, the scrape of his teeth shooting pleasure down her spine.

Each thrust is torturous, deliberate. A staccato of gasps filled the space as the head of his cock kissed a sensitive spot deep inside her with each stroke, accompanying the music. Sucking hard on her neck, Takatora’s hand moves to her breasts, fondling them as he went on with his ministrations. One arm propping herself up, and another reaching for the Polaroid, Yamaneko takes a photograph of the tender moment through the mirror, and she sets the camera down, content in letting her lover take over and be in charge of their collective pleasure.

Takatora takes off her jacket, and his hand presses itself on the small of her back. Her tiger leans over to whisper, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Can we go faster now?”

“Please, go as fast or rough as you want,” she moans, looking up to him. She braces herself, grabbing the edges of the table for what’s coming. “Use me, Takatora.”

He smiles, and grabs her neck to push her head against his chest. Takatora gives her a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, their juices mixing together.

As soon as the kiss ended, she let out a strained moan as her lover bucks forward, sharp hips colliding with the soft flesh of her ass. Lewd sounds of flesh slapping together fills both of their ears as he fucked her forcefully, ruthlessly. Yamaneko’s holes quiver as Takatora repeatedly fills her, pussy squelching at each thrust, while his thumb hovers over her other entrance, teasing it, gathering the wetness from below and spreading it over the puckered hole.

“Should I put it in?” he rasps, and Yamaneko nods repeatedly, desperately.

“Fuck, yes, please!”

Grinning, panting, Takatora slides his dripping thumb in, and the tight ring of muscle constricts around it. The rest of his fingers grip her ass, pulling and pushing her against his cock. The action made Yamaneko throw her head back and scream as a wave of pleasure crashed through her body, the combined pressure of his cock and finger making her holes pulse simultaneously.

Another mind-numbing orgasm turns her limbs into jelly, and she sprawls on the desk. The aftershocks of her high milked the cum out of her lover’s cock, who grunts and gasps as he reaches his own release.

His thumb slides out of her first, then his member, and he lies on top of her, their sweat and other bodily fluids mingling together. He kisses his wildcat’s neck, covered with a film of salty sweat, and gently cups her face to press his lips against hers.

“Good?” Yamaneko asks, and he nods.

The taller militant’s weight leaves her, and she felt exposed. He retrieves her clothes, and she gets up to sit at the edge of the table. Helping her get dressed, Takatora gives her a small, bashful smile. “Good?” he asks her in return.

Yamaneko smiles back and nods, glancing tenderly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies.

When their clothes are back where they should belong, the pair started picking up the scattered photographs from the floor. Everything looked scandalous, save for Yamaneko’s photograph where her back was turned from the camera, and the one where she smiles at him.

Takatora decides that those are his favorites, out of all of them.

As they went out of the store, they saw the four by four parked nearby. They didn’t even notice the other two coming back earlier.

Around the corner, Tatta and Hinata sit on the sidewalk, chatting amongst themselves, and behind them is a street mural with fresh paint. When Yamaneko approaches, the boy couldn’t look at the militant, his cap shadowing his face, and Hinata nervously glances at her, dried paint on her flushed cheeks.

“Ah, hey Yamaneko! Um, you two were busy, so Tatta and I just worked on this while waiting for you,” Hinata tries to say with a straight face. She fails. “Don’t worry we didn’t see much. We’re so sorry,” she continues, and both of them bow in apology.

So they did see them.

Yamaneko cackles at her scandalized expression. “What are you two, children? Your parents more or less did the same thing to make you. You’ll see even more of that action at the Beach in public. Get over it and help us load our stuff.”

Hinata clears her throat and nods, standing up and avoiding looking at her. Tatta follows suit, walking like he broke a leg, one hand covering the front of his shorts.

“Hell, you two might as well enjoy each other’s company too,” Yamaneko adds, shouting after them.

Without seeing their faces, she just knows the blush on their faces got deeper.

#Smut #nsft #alice in borderland #Imawa no Kuni no Alice #Imawa no Kuni no Arisu #aib #last boss x oc #takatora samura x oc #oc: minami yamane #last boss #takatora samura #kodai tatta #oc: zia hinata #fanfic: dormouse #fanfiction #character study

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gunnerpalace · 6 years

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Every Day With You is a Festival

Written for @ichirukimonth Day 29, Fireworks. Just shy of 2000 words; mostly fluff, some smut, so there is some NSFW under the cut.

I'm not sure what continuity this takes place in, to be honest. Could be canon-divergent DSM (in which case they live in a house in Karakura), or it could be the College AU of Winter Warmth (in which case they live in an apartment in Shimokitazawa).

Ichigo knew he'd made a grave mistake two and a half seconds after taking his first bite of yodaredori—mouthwatering chicken. The chicken itself was tender and juicy, but the deep red sauce it sat in, which was liberally accented with Sichuan peppercorns...

He glanced up at Rukia, using all his nerve and concentration to will his face to be neutral. It felt like someone had turned his mouth into a weapons cache and then set fire to it, with ammunition cooking off everywhere. Pretty soon the whole thing was going to go up in a single, massive, lethal pyrotechnics display.

Rukia was rather contently starting in on her beef stew with Japanese pepper oil, using a Chinese spoon to scoop it up. She had, rather sensibly, ordered it medium in heat, since they'd never had Sichuan cuisine before. They'd decided they should try something new before making their way to the festival, and had happened to spot this restaurant, Ryūmon.

She hadn't noticed him for the moment.

Ichigo glanced down at his plate again as he felt perspiration start to bead on his forehead. Just... stay calm... one bite at a time... His eyes naturally drifted over to his glass of water, and he did his best to pick it up nonchalantly, beginning to down it. It... didn't really help; it just seemed to spread the heat around. At least his yukata was loose enough that the rest of him didn't feel hot...

"Fool. You ordered something too spicy again, didn't you?"

His gaze swung back toward her with a sort of trepidatious smoothness.

Rukia was regarding him with hooded eyes and an amused look upon her face. She lifted an eyebrow slightly before taking a bite of another spoonful of stew.

"I'm fine," Ichigo rasped, his voice huskier than usual. He didn't even remotely believe the lie himself and knew she wouldn't either.

It took Rukia a moment to finish chewing—talking with her mouth full was a line her Kuchiki bearing would never allow her to cross—before she piled on. "Oh, I can tell! Mine's perfect too!"

He found his eyebrows starting to furrow. She was already enjoying his suffering. He could tell it was all she could do not to burst out laughing at him.

"Is it going to be a problem? Will we be late?" she continued, adopting her seldom-used schoolgirl voice as her face became a mask of faux concern.

He glowered at her and grudgingly took another bite of chicken. There was no way he was going to show weakness now.

Even though the Sumidagawa Fireworks Festival lasted for 90 minutes and featured 20,000 fireworks detonating overhead, Ichigo never really saw most of them with his own two eyes.

He glanced up at them occasionally, true, and he heard the thunder of them, but the prismatic blossoms and deafening blasts rolled over him without really drawing his focus.

The way he saw most of them bloom was by seeing Rukia watch them.

To him, they were mirrored in her. They were showers of sparks in her eyes. They were lights in every shade of the rainbow playfully coloring the pale complexion of her face and the pearly whites of her smile. They were her smile itself as she reacted to what she was witnessing, from subtle upticks at the corners of her mouth to ecstatic, moony grins. They were even the set of her eyes, wide with wonder or narrowed in satisfaction.

It wasn't that he didn't care about the fireworks; rather, it was that the spectacle of them paled in comparison. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Ichigo didn't think she really noticed—not that he thought much of anything in front of such a sight—but when the grand finale finally died down and the skies dimmed, Rukia's eyelids drooped like curtains closing out the show, and her gaze turned toward him.

Describing the feeling of that was difficult. The crowd about them was immense, and yet it felt like... It felt like he was out by himself on a grassy plain beneath the light of a full moon, low on the horizon, and he had the sense it was there and shining for him and him alone out of everyone in the entire world. It was just him and that serene moon—just him and Rukia.

She tilted her head in a coquettish way at his expression, smirked, then gave him a beatific if coy look, batting her eyelashes. "What?"

He smiled and shook his head a little without changing his focus. "Nothing."

She looked him up and down and beamed.

The trip back home was circuitous and indirect. It wasn't often that Ichigo and Rukia had reasons or the time to head deeper into Tokyo proper, so when they did, they liked to make it special. It wasn't a big deal to make stops on their way back, or to take detours.

They got ice cream at the Cold Stone Creamery in Shibuya Station to soothe Ichigo's lingering injuries before heading down into Ebisu to idle among the izakaya.

Rukia walked hand in hand with Ichigo as they went, squeezing his fingers between hers. She found herself glad that they'd chosen to wear yukata. Even this late past sundown, the summer heat still leaked out of the pavement, and so the little breeze that wended between the buildings worked magic through the loose fabric.

It wasn't just the summer weather that was making her hot though.

She glanced sideways at Ichigo out of the corners of her eyes yet again, her gaze sweeping over him, lingering on their interlaced hands before going back to his face and his eyes—always to his chocolate eyes...

His hand warmed hers as though it was laying in the sun. But looking at him... An entirely different kind of heat suffused her lower belly. The panging there was constant, like a chain of firecrackers popping off, and had been ever since she'd caught him looking at her that way at the festival. Walking with him like this... She'd worn panties under the nagajuban beneath her yukata, and was sincerely glad for that choice, but they also made it very clear to her what a predicament she was in. This damnable man...

Why did he always have this effect on her when she least expected it?

She bit her lip and looked away, forcing herself to study the various little restaurants they were passing, but she knew it was no use. She’d catch sight of him in a reflection in a window, or enough time would pass, and her eyes would always be drawn back to his. That warmth never left her either. Maybe, if they got something to drink, the rest of her could feel that way too, and he might not notice...

"Hmm, I think I've heard of this place; they're supposed to have pretty good fried chicken," Ichigo suddenly said.

Rukia blinked and turned her head back, following his gaze. She squinted and peered at him suspiciously. "Really? You're still hungry?"

He clicked his tongue and let out a Tch! before muttering "Not really." He then turned to look at her directly, genuinely smiling as he rubbed the back of his head. "What would you like?"

Rukia blinked, her eyes widening like a deer in headlights as she found herself at the center of his attention. She was instantly aware of a blush rising on her cheeks and forced herself to frown with disinterest, once more looking the other way in a huff. What is wrong with me...?! I can't believe I'm this worked up by this fool... "Let's just get some sake or beer," she grumbled.

Ichigo kept watching her for a few seconds, then began looking elsewhere again, his smile taking on an element of consideration.

Rukia tightened her arms around Ichigo's shoulders and pressed her dainty fingers into his shoulder blades, no longer mindful of or concerned about whether her short nails dug into his skin.

His fingers were splayed across her ample rear, sunk into her supple curves to squeeze and hold her firmly, helping her bounce on him.

She gasped in air as she rode up him once more, and then pressed her face into the hollow of his neck, letting out a hot, breathy moan against his skin as he pulled her hips back down.

Perfect. Perfect was the word for him, his size, his heat, his hardness, his grip, his strength, his smell. She was slick beyond belief and moved on him with the greatest of ease, her body wrapped around his in more ways than one and his every motion blanking her mind.

A shudder worked through her as he filled her completely and hit that deep critical spot of hers yet again, and she dug her heels into the small of his back as her toes flexed as far as they could. Her head tipped back as her spine curved, her petite breasts pushing up against his chiseled chest as she moaned again against the bottom of his jaw in lewd appreciation.

Time was impossible to track anymore. Was he pausing with each thrust to press against her there, or did it just feel that way? Rukia couldn't tell, and she didn't care either. The sensation made her whole body tremble with delight and forced her thoughts to fuzz into delirium, and then he was moving again, rubbing and grinding her other most sensitive spots and setting off the whole chain-reaction anew.

Although her eyes were shut from the intensity of her pleasure, bright spots of various shades shimmered and glinted all along the edges of her vision, like the fireworks they'd seen earlier.

She weakly opened her eyes, finding it impossible to focus on anything from how bleary her sight was, and found afterimages of them still flickering. They almost seemed to dance to the beat of the waves of ecstasy echoing through her, which were gathering and gaining amplitude deep in her core, making all her muscles tighten.

Her eyes closed again from the intensity of it, and she murmured and mumbled "Aah! Mhnn!... Ichigooo...!" around her panting for breath. Y-you've g-got to let me cum, I'm g-gonna break...!

He didn't disappoint her; she pumped up and down him twice more before she found herself pulled flush to him, and then he slid out of her, and...

Her grand finale dwarfed that of the festival—for her, their darkened bedroom was gone; there was only her and him and a universe of white-hot, electric, all-consuming ecstasy. Time and space ceased to have meaning within the joy of it. She basked in it for an eternity, losing herself and all her worries.

When her own private universe's big bang finally cooled enough for simple thoughts to become possible again, she found herself slumped against him, arms still wrapped around his shoulders and neck as she clung to him.

Ichigo had reclined against the pillows to rest his head and neck against the headboard, cradling Rukia and rubbing her back as he nuzzled his face into her hair.

She kissed his throat a long time after she caught her breath and found her bearings again, shifting a little in his grasp. She was a mess down there... it was all over her lower abs, thighs, and even her rear... However, the warm, sticky feeling was comforting rather than embarrassing. Was he still hard? No...? "Did you...?" she whispered.

He only said "Yeah," kissing the top of her head. Her climax had been really wet, but could she truly not tell...?

"... Fool, you could've done it in me..." she rebuked quietly, without heat. She could've endured a little longer... maybe...

"Shut up, you're tired," he replied, starting to scoot forward with her so they could lay down.

She didn't protest and sank into his soothing grasp and warmth as sleep fell over her just like the covers did.

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Muto Tomu’s Interview for Setagaya Kanko (Sightseeing) Site

web: http://www.kanko-setagaya.jp/?p=we-page-entrylist&spotlist=17616&type=special

A special project “Enjoy! SETAGAYA” whereby a celebrity who has an affinity with Setagaya introduce their recommended spots in Setagaya.

The fourth one is Muto Tomu-san. She is an AKB48 member and in the World Senbatsu Sousenkyo 2018 she achieved Kami7 (rank 7th), Muto-san is impressive. In fact, she went to Seijo Gakuen since junior high school and becomes a Seijo native. Muto-san will introduce her memorable spots and favorite shops.

- Muto-san must be familiar with Seijo.

I went to Seijo for junior high school, senior high school, and university, therefore I have a lot of memories. I am very familiar with the town. Recently, the buildings of junior high school and high school has been renewed and it becomes beautiful. I have mixed feelings about it because it becomes more beautiful after I graduated. Lol.

- Since you have spent your time since junior high school in Seijo, does Muto-san have any recommendations in Seijo?

Although it is ordinary, it would be the symbol of Seijo town “Gingko Trees”. It is very beautiful to take a picture of it. It looks like someone laying a yellow carpet, it is very instagrammable! You should come during the autumn leaf season.

It is interesting to walk around the residential area of Seijo, there are also many hidden spots. The shopping centre attached to the station “Seijo Corti” has a rooftop with a pleasant and beautiful scenery, I often went there and chatted with my friends. You can also see Mount Fuji when the weather is nice. I would recommend this place also because we can hardly see a direct scenery of train track in a city like we do at this place. In winter, the illumination is beautiful, I want to enjoy the surrounding scenery together with you.

Then, the TOHO Studio, when I have a work there, I will be delighted to say that “my school is near!”.

- Are there any recommended sweets or gourmet spots in Seijo?

There are many of them and I am troubled, but as for sweets, of course, it will be “Seijo Alpes” and “Seijo Anya”. It is a famous place for souvenirs, when someone brings you this it looks luxurious, and you will feel “Ah!”. I appeared on Seijo Gakuen’s 100th Anniversary event and they gave me this as a treat. The top recommendation for Seijo’s sweets is this!

I also love the Chinese food from “Keifa”. I love the noodles and I eat it a lot, the Sura Tanmen is very delicious. Of course, all of them are delicious and I also eat the other menus, but of course, the Sura Tanmen seems to be popular. There will always be a queue during lunch time, there are large round tables in the store, somehow it brings back memories. AKB member who loves gourmet, Iwatate Saho-chan told me, “I want to try to go to this shop”.

- Are there any other memorable places aside from Seijo?

Next to Seijo Gakuen Mae, there is Soshigaya Okura Station’s “Ultraman Shopping Street”. I often go there because it is close to my school.

Then, I often go to “Futakotamagawa Rise” with my friends. Something like window shooping and having tea at upper floor. I had a memory of running in Futakotamagawa because junior high and high school there is an annual marathon tournament at Futakotamagawa’s river bank. I was supposed to run 6 times during the whole 6 years of my junior and high schools, but it was cancelled three times due to rain. For me who is not good at running, it was great. Lol.

Now, something that I am interested in Futakotamagawa is the French restaurant “Tokio Plage Lunatique”, I heard it is cheap and delicious. French restaurant seems to be expensive, but here is all self-service. Instead, it is very cheap and serves authentic cuisine that we can enjoy, I would love to go there.

- Do you also go to Shimokitazawa, the popular town alongside Futakotamagawa?

There are many pharmacies in Shimokita (Shimokitazawa), thus I often go there when I am looking for cosmetics. Previously, I went to Shimokita to watch Oshima Yuko-san’s stage play. It is a fun city to stroll around. When I enter an alley and go to a variety store, I will buy accessories at that kind of place. But, when I was in junior high and high school, I rarely bought expensive items, thus I looked for costumes for the dance club at Shimokitazawa’s thrift store.

- Then, last one, what do you think about Setagaya and Seijo?

When we talk about Setagaya, there are many shopping streets and it looks like a working-class neighborhood. But there are also greenery at such a lively place, there are nearby places to take a breath. The appeal would be that the proximity between city and nature are close.

Seijo has a lot of students, there are also big houses. It might make you feel awkward to go there, but I believe slowly you will feel relax in this town. There are many fashionable places and shops, it will be fun more than you imagined. Among them, the “sakura tree” is particularly impressive. The petals are fluttering on the school entrance ceremony season, that is beautiful. I was also nervous on the junior high school’s entrance ceremony because it was a new school for me, but the sakura was very beautiful. When I looked at that, I believed it would be a great day, I felt brighter. I felt like it would go well.

I wonder if I was encouraged by sakura.

- It was such a wonderful memory. Thank you for today

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Unknown Festival

I knew there was going to be a festival in Shimokitazawa this weekend, but I didn't know what it was. There were posters of people with portable shrines all over town, and I could read the dates but that was all I knew. On Saturday I had plans in the evening/afternoon so I made sure to investigate in the morning. I walked around for a while to no avail. Some people were setting up tables to sell snacks but nothing interesting. The PA system was playing traditional Japanese music which was a bit disconcerting. Eventually I found a giant drum on wheels in a back alley. It was right next to a garage looking building with one of the portable shrines in it. I then went down to the Daizawa shrine, and on the way found that a parking lot on my block was current housing two portable shrines; a small and a big one. The actual shrine was full of people setting up food stalls and speakers. What ever was going to happen today wasn't going to happen while I was here. I also found a map of what looked like parade routes taped to a wall. At this point I figured that the portable shrines would parade to the main shrine. I wasn't wrong, but I wasn't right either.

I woke up on Sunday to the sound of traditional Japanese music over the PA system again. Outside I could hear faint drumming but couldn't pin the origin. As I slowly worked through my morning routine I began to hear yelling from outside. When I looked at the street out front a mob of similarly dressed people was carrying one of the shrines down the street. They blocked the entire street as they went, a little slower than a walk. I decided now would be a good time to scope the neighborhood. Just one block down the shrine toters had put their load down in the middle of the road. They milled about grabbing an early lunch of curry and beer. Today the neighborhood was much more alive. Lots of people in yukatas, dense crowds than normal, today seemed like it was going to be the big day.

I began to hear drumming again so I walked towards it. Eventually I saw a drum like I had the day before. Now it was being pulled by a team of children sheparded by some parents. Behind it was a small portable shrine being carried by slightly larger kids. The parents kept the children walking I'm time with a chant I couldn't quite understand. It sounded like "washei" to which the kids responded "washai" but I'm not certain. I followed this group back to the shrine carriers I had seen this morning. Now more shrines had showed up, and the road was full of people, shrines, and food. The kids shrines rallied in the front while the adults stayed in back. Up in front was also a taiko drum group performing for the kids and onlookers. The entertainment for the adults seemed to be stretching and beer. Eventually some old guys looking like parade marshals showed up. People moved towards their shrines, and I found out a parade was about to go past my house.

The head of the parade was the children. They were making much better time than the shrine I saw in the morning. They obviously didn't want to wait. Next a group of women carrying lanterns on long poles, all stepping in unison came. Their lanterns had number and name kanji on them, and I realized that they corresponded to the near by neighborhoods. Behind them were the marshals, all dressed the same and slowly shuffling along. Then I saw the first shrine. What I had seen this morning must have been them just moving the shrine into position for the parade. They had been walking with little fanfare. Now it was a dance. There was a mob of people around the shrine carriers clapping, chanting, and carrying supplies. The carriers were swaying and hopping around with the shrine to the rhythm. Some of the group was obviously tasked with keeping the carriers in line. They pushed back on the shrine frame to slow them down, or realign it when it drifted to far to the side of the road. It seemed incongruous at first to see such a beautiful and intricate model of a shrine being shaken and waved around. However it quickly became obvious that this was the point. It had stuff dangling off it to make sounds as it wobbled down the street. As carriers got tired they grabbed other people in the mob in the same uniform as them and swapped themselves out. Eventually the shrine made it past my house. It was followed their after by a new shrine, with a new uniform, and a new chant. Again and again new shrines passed. I was able to identify the one for my neighborhood, made easier when I realized there were flags of our logo flying all down the street. While the chants carried from team to team, I did notice one theme in them; "iishya".

Iishya I think is some form of "doing good" or "good luck". As the parade went on shrines would stop to face buildings and do a dance and shake at them. Most notably small shrines that dot any neighborhood in Tokyo. The parade continued to the main shrine in Daizawa that I had gone to the day before. The shrine itself is on a hill, with a lower and upper courtyard. A shrine team would carry their shrine into the lower courtyard, do their dance and shake. Then after some cajoling and lining up the team would go up the stairs to the upper courtyard. The stairs were only slightly wider than the shrines, and the teams seemed to try and keep their shrines level while going up the stairs. This combination turned the stairs into a unique challenge. Eventually though the shrines made it up and got to put down their shrines. The marshalls made some remarks, and judging by the applause some marshalls were more popular than others. Then the teams filtered into the surround streets and took a much deserved break.

I wandered around the shrine for a bit but it was mostly food and beer stalls. I went home to do some chores as there was no more to do there. Some time later I heard the drumming and clapping again as the parade reversed its direction, and shrines went their own ways. However they did not go home. For the rest of the day faint drumming from the children's shrines, or chanting from the adults could be heard all over. Occasionally while walking to some somewhere I would catch a glimpse of a shrine team dancing their way down a street. Exhausted team members could be seen sitting on the sidewalk catching their breath. Then as the sun set the sounds died down. About half an hour ago the dai go shrine, the shrine for my neighborhood, came by one last time to rest at the parking lot. Now people are having their last drinks for the day and finally resting their legs. The shop keeper for the skate shop next door has defiantly had too much to drink and is now yelling his jokes. But the long day is done, it's cooling off now, and it's a glorious evening at the end of summer.

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DragonKiss Chapter 10

Snapdragons Part 2

My first girlfriend I had was during my 13th summer.My mother had signed me up for a church related program that was going on during the summer at my school;as if I wanted to be at my Christian school during the summer.It was there where I had met Aiko Tanabe.She was the same age as me and always wore the same black/red tracksuits everyday.On some occasions,I was allowed to go over her house and we spent days,even nights together listening to music.If it weren’t for her,I won’t never have gotten more into Utada Hikaru which she played a lot during the time we played together that summer.

It was during a night I had spent at her house where that feeling I had tried to bury away from elementary school soon rose from it’s grave.While we were playing the Japanese version of Kingdom Hearts collection,I was playing and Aiko started to lean closer next to me.”Hey.Is it ok if I lean on your shoulder?”She yawned and I let her.That’s when that feeling I felt towards Yoshimura and my teacher flooded me as I could feel my entire body temperature rising.For the rest of the night,we spent the remainder of it cuddling and secretly dating behind my family’s back.

That is until she moved away from Shimokitazawa and that was the end of my first relationship.After my first relationship ended,I tried dating boys because I wasn’t sure if who i liked.However,I broke up with every boy I tried to date because none of them could make me feel the way I did around girls.At 14,I started dating another girl.She was much taller than me with her black hair that had small strands of white sprouting like weeds and she was always cheerful looking.We had been spending a lot of time together like best friends.One day during a school field trip,We had both fallen asleep on our way home from the trip.Both of our heads are resting on each others shoulders and she mouths,”I love you.”under her breath.That’s when we pecked each other on the lips and it was the most beautiful feeling I had.”Holy Fucking Shit.”I couldn’t stop thinking about my first kiss and how it felt right to me.After this,I realized that I truly love girls,not boys.

“I’m gay.”I came out to myself,twice when no one was home.After coming out to myself,I felt like I was ready to tell the world.After I decided to start small,I chose to come out to my male classmate and best friend,Kenji.His reaction didn’t turn out the way I hoped for.”Why would you even want to be gay?”He said to me once I came out to him.That's when I remembered that verse that was stuck in my mind since I converted to Christianity.After coming out to Kenji,I fell into a deep pit of hopelessness and started having nightmares.Most of them involving my school,family,That one bible verse,and God repeating that I was disgusting and that I’m going to Hell.”Please help Ryu cleanse away all of these homosexual thoughts and demons that are restraining her.Oh Lord Jesus,Oh Lord Jesus,Oh Lord Jesus,Oh Lord Jesus…. ”Kenji would try to help me pray away those thoughts I kept having because again,I didn’t want God to hate me.He even helped me snap of out it even if I just looked at a girl.One day,he was absent from school so we didn’t have our praying session.I also noticed that a lot of my classmates were talking about this user on Tumblr so one day I asked them about the person.”She’s this girl around our age who posts incredible artwork and has a love for dragons.She also has on her bio that she’s openly gay and she calls herself,blackdragonsegg”.With the information I gained about this girl,I wanted to get to know this person and so I did.I logged into my own Tumblr account and checked out her art blog on there.It was mostly filled with her original artwork she did and blogs about her personal life.I decided to then strike up a conversation with her through messaging.It started with a risky text that soon blossomed into deep,late past my bedtime conversations with blackdragonsegg on my laptop.We talked about many different things such our favorite movies,books,music,likes,dislikes,and school lives.Throughout our conversations,I began getting to know her more and more.She lives all the way in San Francisco,she has a sister who’s 3 years younger than her,she goes to an art school,likes American literature,has had Autism since she was in elementary school,and is a Satanist.

When I first learned she was a Satanist,(keep in mind I come from a strictly Christian aunt and a family who’s converted to Christianity)I was freaked out at first since my family taught me to believe that those type of people are devil worshippers that commit murder and decapitate animal heads to use as sacrifice.However,even before I found that out,blackdragoneggs wasn’t at all any kind of devil worshipper or animal killer that my family viewed Satanists as;she was very welcoming and pleasant to strike up a conversation with about our favorite books or dreams of the future.She’s also listened to me when I talked about how my struggles with being both gay and Christian had made me hate myself in the form of inspiring words.”The worst thing you can do in this world is to be ashamed of who you are.Being gay is a part of who you are,it doesn’t make you any less of a Christian than anybody else.Never let anyone make you feel that way towards yourself.So what if people don’t like who you are?It’s their problem,not yours.”With those tear jerking words,I realized that maybe I’m not the one who needs curing.I hated how I was trying to push away the real me because the more I was doing it,the more damage I was doing to myself.

So as senior year was slowly coming to an end and everybody was trying to get into their dream colleges,I had the next chapter of my life all planned out.First,I would move to San Francisco to meet blackdragonsegg in person.Next,I would be attending the same university with her instead of the religious college my family wanted me to go to about that was back in Nagoya.I had already saved up enough money from my part time job at a beef bowl shop to pay for everything.Finally,I decided to tell Kenji about it.We had arranged to meet up at the school rooftop afterschool.”Ryu-chan,is everything alright?”He asked me,looking worried.Despite my stutters,I let it all out to him.”I’ve been thinking about it and I want to move to San Francisco”.Kenji then gave off a saddened look in his face.”But,Ryu-chan you aren’t even cured yet.”He said,voice shaking with shock.”Kenji,A good friend of mine has taught me that the worst thing I can do is be ashamed of who I really am.I’m not ashamed to be both gay and Christian.Also maybe I’m not the one who needs the curing.”I flat out told him and he starts shaking more.”What about your family and the church,are you just gonna leave it all in the dust?Please,Ryu don’t do this to me or your family.You’re my best friend.I know you can still be cured.”He then starts walking towards me,face soaked in tears and he attempts to peck me on the lips with his own,but I push him away from me.I couldn’t believe what the hell he was trying to do;why would he think that kissing me would turn me straight?”Forgive me,Kenji.I really do hope I get to see you after graduation.”I said to him as I gave him my school badge,walked away from him and I could’ve sworn that I heard him whisper under his breath,”Fine,If that’s how it’s gonna be,then it’s over.”After that incident,I never spoke to him again.It wasn’t until I got a message which contained horrible names directed towards me and that I was disgusting.I then told this anonymous messenger off,calling them a sinner and a hypocrite.The anonymous person then told me how ironic it was that I was calling them a sinner since they reminded me what the bible said about homosexuality.I couldn’t tell my family or my school about it since it would just cause a major chain reaction.

Despite this,good things soon started to come my way eventually.I spent more time with blackdragonsegg and we would send gifts to each other.For example,She sent me a bunch of rainbow iron on patches,pins,a Felix The Cat plush toy,movies on a flash drive and wristbands.I sent over a Japanese version of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo as well as stickers,Utada Hikaru CDs,and her favorite manga for her 18th birthday.

After graduation passed,I revealed my big plan to her.”Does your family know about it?”She asked me through Tumblr,which I replayed with a,”Not at all,they think I’m going to college in Nagoya.”I later started getting ready for the next chapter of my life,making sure I had everything I needed:new clothes,money,blankets,camera,food,etc.It was coming along all according to plan.

Chapter 10/End.

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