Tomorrow's Doom 04/01/2013 Monday For Won (non-canonical)

Monday For Won

The night sky is dressed in a blanket of stars as Hisao and I walk along the empty streets. Since Sunday, I've spent my time in and out of classes, pointless as they seemed, while dedicating as much of the the remainder of the week as possible to Hisao. There's a small part of me that feels like I'm being clingy, but he hasn't complained.

Near the center of town is a small movie-house where they show older movies most of the time. Tonight it was a dubbed version of Forrest Gump, complete with badly interpreted accents, which we continually cracked jokes about throughout the viewing. Afterward we had dinner at the Beijing, and now we're strolling around the park. The conversation has fallen into silence, but neither of us cares much about talking. Simply being with each-other is all that matters.

It's Saturday night, and he's due to catch a train tomorrow before noon. Playing phone-tag with his parents all week, they worked out the details while I've stayed close—to show my support. Not that I think he needs the extra boost of confidence, but I just wanted to be near him, almost as though I'm making up for the time we'll be forced apart. Before we left for the movie, I helped him pack, though he could probably have handled that on his own.

He travels light.

Finding a park bench, he angles us toward it and sits down, inviting me to sit beside him. There's a little chill in the air, but I wore a cardigan to fight back the evening air, and Hisao's arm across my shoulder covers any other coldness I might feel. Resting my head against his chest, I feel safe despite the looming darkness, and his erratic heartbeat lulls me further—it's surprisingly calming despite what it indicates.

“Your mom is arriving Tuesday night, right?” he asks absently.

Nodding slowly, almost automatically, I reply, “Yeah, she and Midori will be stuck on a plane together for eight hours—maybe longer.”

While I'm explaining, he starts rubbing my arm and I smile contentedly despite the gravity of the situation starting to sink in—I almost miss him already. There's a dark corner of my mind that wants him to stay, forego the trip home to reconnect with his parents, and remain with me for the whole summer. That probably wasn't going to happen no matter what epiphany he had, but I still wish he could stay.

“That sounds harrowing,” he says, and I have to think for a moment to remember what I was talking about.

“Yeah,” I reply simply, my despondent tone being hard to hide.

“I haven't left yet,” he says, jostling me with his hand, “don't sound so depressed.”

“I know, I just-” stopping my reply, I sit up and take his hand off my shoulder, wrapping my hands around it instead. “I wish you could stay... longer at least,” I continue, shrugging, “so you could meet Mom, y'know? And maybe we could spend a few days alone on a beach somewhere... away from everyone.” Looking into his eyes, I whisper, “just by ourselves.”

The implication isn't lost on him, and I see him blushing even in the dim lamplight. There are a lot of things I've kept from Hisao; my condition, the state of my dorm room, and the jealousy I sometimes feel, but especially the desires. It's unlikely he hasn't guessed I've thought about it, but I've never brought it up in conversation, and neither has he. Somehow we arrived at a silent agreement not to talk about sex, but I feel like it's time to break that contract.

“Like you said though,” I add, resting against his chest again, “you haven't left... yet.”

Sitting out on a park bench in the middle of town is probably not the best place to start something sordid, but I don't want him to misinterpret my meaning. Releasing his hand, I run one of mine down along his leg and, gripping his knee, I pull it gently aside while the other slides over his hip, stopping to rest against his inner thigh. Having my head against his chest, I can't see his expression, but he lets out a soft groan in response to my touch.

“We have all night, actually,” I coo, tracing my fingers over his zipper.

After a few moments of my gently stroking the front of his pants, he reaches a hand up to cradle my cheek and rasps, “Not here.”

Wrapping my hand over the stiff cylinder forming against his thigh, I look up and whisper, “Wanna see my room?”

After the initial shock of the sensation wears off, he stops gritting his teeth and looks into my eyes. “I'll need to stop by my room first,” he replies, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

“I think I've got that covered,” I reply, guessing what he's talking about. “I have raincoats in my raincoat,” I whisper, giggling a little, “and my desk drawer...”

“Been planning this a while?”

Instead of replying, I run my hand along his pants and press lightly. It causes him to bite his lip and groan again, and the sound makes grin devilishly. Once he recovers, he turns an excited glance at me and goes to say something, but I reach up and place a finger against his lips. “Shh,” I chide, moving to stand, “Let's just say I have... interesting friends.”

“Don't I know it...” he replies, following me up and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I probably could do this right here...

Shoving that exhibitionist thought aside, I stand up on my toes and meet him in a deep kiss. After a small eternity, his hands start roaming up across my sides and around to the front. Stopping the kiss to look for approval, he gazes into my eyes for a moment before I manage to nod.

Emboldened, he resumes the kiss while his hands continue along my sides, then run up over the cardigan material. Slipping beneath that to the thin cotton dress below, I feel a jolt of tingling run over my body and moan into his lips. With both his hands wrapped around my breasts, teasing the fabric across my bare skin beneath, I'm suddenly grateful Naoko talked me into borrowing one of her sun-dresses.

It's like wearing tissue-paper...

Before he can get too excited—or I can, for that matter—I break the kiss and take a short step back, just far enough to discourage his continued contact. “Down boy~!” I tease, reaching up to run a hand along his jaw, “We have all night for that—let's not get ourselves arrested and have to do this in jail.”

“Do they allow conjugal visits in local prisons?”

“Do you think that would stop me?”

Conceding the point, he nods and gestures for me to walk alongside him. After walking for a while, he turns a bewildered glance at me and asks, “We're talking about sex, right?”

“Yes, we're going to fuck,” I reply, groaning a sigh.

Some Master of Romance he is...

As we're walking, the darkness suddenly falls in on us, and I feel my shoulder being shaken gently. Soon the foggy haze dissipates and I blink my eyes open, finding the the concerned gaze of Ikaru Ito looking back at me.

"Miss Kurai, I know the festival is this week, and you're under a lot of stress, but you're setting a bad example sleeping in class," he scolds, and I straighten in my chair, glancing around in confusion. Finding the calendar against the far wall, I read the date and stare in disbelief--Wednesday, June Sixth.

It was a dream...?

Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I glance behind me and see Amaya's grinning visage. "What was that about raincoats?"

"Nothing!" I squeak, turning back to face the front of class.

The whole last month... was a dream?

The end.