False Advertising
Thirty
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Shun looked suspiciously down at Suka who now sat on his
bunk. Standing before him, he watched as Hasukawa's grin never left his
face, looking toward the pink-haired boy. In a way it was sweet, but
still seemed disturbingly fake. Well, maybe not fake so much as
back just a few moments ago when Suka almost said the L-word, Shun went a
little dizzy and reached back to lean against the wall. He sighed in
remembering that he was lucky enough to stop Suka from saying
So now Shun sat him down rather sternly and began the
first of an intriguing line of questioning. "Alright, Suka-chan,
what's the big idea?"
"I told you, I'm fine, Shun-chan. A little
tired, but otherwise, I feel great!" Shun didn't see anything wrong with
him at first, a little taken aback at being called chan – best friends or not, it was rare when Suka used titles with
anyone these days; even the sempais. "Why don't you sit down,
Shun? You look kinda sick." The invite sounded innocent enough until
Suka patted an area on the bed mere millimeters away from himself. Shun
hesitated but shook his head and declined.
"That's alright Suka-chan . . . now . . . are you
doing any drugs?" Sure, he regretted asking, but it was still a
possibility. Cringing a bit as Suka gasped, he nearly covered his ears at
the response.
"Do I look
like I am?" Suka huffed a bit, sneering a little
he settled back into a casual gaze. "Shun, I think I can demand that
you trust me a little more than that. . ."
"Aa, gomen, just um, felt it was necessary to ask." Shun felt very
mocked right now. While Suka's speech patterns didn't seem out of the
ordinary, there was a sweeter-than-sugar tone that felt almost abused – they
were certainly not a pair in the sense of a couple. Considering the fact
that Shun's recent introspections were building to truths yet to be completely
revealed, he did indeed get the sense that the entire conversation was leading
to a "Haha, fooled you, stupid
He scowled. While a highly unlikely possibility, it
was still very unsavory. "Shun-chan. . . ?" That was definitely
the voice of someone playing a very mean joke, one capable of being crafted by
only two people he knew.
"Sh-shut up!" Shun
suddenly bellowed, failing as irrational thoughts took over and got away with
him. "Did they put you up to this?! Did Shinobu do this?!"
Genuinely confused, Kazuya 'eeped'
and leaned back a bit. "Do . . . what?"
Shun shut his lids and took a deep breath. Send out
the jive. . . Opening his sparkling rosy eyes once more, seemingly hoping with
the glimmer of a scheme, he moved forward and leaned in close to Suka's
face. The redhead flinched a bit, making Shun
just a little more sure in his conclusion. He and Shinobu had talked
about the idea of Kisaragi being gay many times, especially when Mitsuru was
out with his girls or busy with band. It usually came out in passing; sometimes
Shun laughed it off, although, sometimes he actively considered it, if not
really in depth nor in conversations of admittance. They were just bits
here and there, both of them forgetting the exchanges only minutes later.
But deep down, it made Shun feel better to know that Shinobu somewhat
understood.
Now, more than
ever, any questions he had about himself were to be answered in one bold
move. Not wasting another breath, Shun pushed in further and laid a soft
touch to Hasukawa's lips, both excited and terrified beyond all belief at what
he dared do. If the sempais did talk Suka into playing with Shun's mind
by acting this way – even so far as to convince him to kiss Shun – the pink-haired boy severely doubted that they would
prepare Suka to deal with advances of his own. Thus, sure in his test, he
pressed against Suka's mouth a little harder, saddened inside that it would
reveal all his feelings to be unfulfilled.
Until, that is, Hasukawa's hand slid up Shun's spine,
combing through his hair to rest lightly on the back of his neck. Shun's
heart skipped up into his throat as his stomach dropped out below him, the
feathery touch making him shudder. His knees went weak in an instant,
sending him forward and on top of the redhead who was suddenly eager to return
the affections. Oh
Shun lightly gasped at the soft touch of Hasukawa's hands
moving to cup his face as he pulled back, staring back with shimmering
eyes. "Suka-chan?"
He smiled softly, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the
delighted boy's cheek. Slowly melting away, Shun stared back into the
eyes of his roommate, forever grateful to any actions or thoughts that could
have ever preceded this one precious moment.
"Shun-chan, you're the best girl anyone could ever ask for."
The door slammed behind him as Shun bolted into the
hallway, hugging himself tightly as his eye twitched a bit on its own.
His ability to think, speak, or even see straight shut down in an instant as
his head spun like a torrent. Hearing what he could only pray he did not
hear, Shun's whole ideal split down the middle, leaving him feeling very
light-headed at the moment.
Oh, sweet
[Sniff.] What happens next? :
[Shun faints to the floor right
there.] – Go to Chapter Thirty-Three
(33)
[Shun gets angry and barges
back in.] – Go to Chapter Twenty-Nine
(29)