Subconscious (30 Kisses: Sasame/Mawata) (#7)
Title: Subconscious
Author: Amm (SoulSeeker)
Pairing: Awayuki Mawata/Sasame
Fandom: Prétear
Theme: #10-10 (ten)
Rating: For Everyone (PG)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Prétear. I am just playing ‘Barbie’ with them, cause god knows they’re a lot more fun than real Barbies.
Summary: It was a new kind of word game…
At times, walking home from school was quite the annoyance to Mawata. She had become slightly spoiled, you could say, and had grown accustomed to the frequent limo rides, courtesy of Tanaka-however that day, her mother required his services. Himeno wasn’t even there to walk home with her; she was sick that day and stayed home, and Mayune had opted to stay after for a club.
It was all right though, she supposed. After all, she used to love being alone-she asked for it. Now, however, she knew that it was wise to be careful what you wish for.
Mawata sighed, passing by their favorite ice cream store, and for a moment, she considered getting a little something for Himeno, as a get-well token. In the end though, she decided her throat didn’t exactly need it. It would’ve only made things worse. So, she kept on her path, refusing to stray from it until she found herself at home, walking in the door.
“I’m home,” she announced, as usual; to which Himeno responded with a wave. Mawata crossed paths with her on her way to the kitchen, and decided to follow her after tossing her school bag onto the couch.
“Welcome back, you,” Himeno giggled. Even with her sore throat, she sounded happy. “What’s up?”
With a flick of her short, waved, nearly perfect hair, Mawata responded. “Nothing.” It was the normal response. After all, when was anything interesting ever “up” at their school? Himeno certainly didn’t miss much. “How’ve you been? Feeling better?”
Immediately, Himeno’s head of pink hair bobbed up and down, indicating a nod. “A lot better, actually. Thanks.” She smiled sincerely. “Sasame came by with Hayate to check on me. Hayate left, but Sasame’s still here if you want to say hi. He’s in the kitchen.” Of course, she wasn’t really given a choice. Grabbing Mawata’s arm, as enthusiastic and lively as she ever was, Himeno tugged at her. “Come on!”
Maybe Himeno just played sick, Mawata contemplated, not even bothering to fight her grip as she dragged her. This is ridiculous!
They finally burst into the kitchen, startling Sasame, who was lifting what looked like a cup of tea to his lips. Little drips of the refreshing warm drink escaped and dotted the kitchen counter as the Leafe Knight jumped, and he laughed as he grabbed a napkin to wipe up the mess. “You guys scared me!” he chuckled. “Himeno, are you sure you’re sick?”
Mawata folded her arms after she was finally released, rubbing at the gripped spot, which was now red. “That’s what I was wondering,” she agreed, seconding the question. Quickly though, she remembered her manners and greeted him. “Hi, Sasame.”
His face almost seemed to glow as he smiled, being illuminated by his pure white hair. “Why, hello, Miss Mawata.” He bowed courteously like the gentleman he was, which made her blush slightly. “You’ve joined us just in time for a game. Are you interested?”
“A game?” Himeno chimed in excitedly. “I want to play!”
Sasame turned to face her, nodding approvingly. “You can play too, Himeno,” he told her. “It’s a new kind of word game that I like to call Subconscious. I thought of it myself actually, though it’s a little difficult sometimes. You have to really know how to read people.” His lips had a seductive curl to them as he looked back and forth between the two teens.
“Sounds interesting,” Himeno grinned. “Start without me, ’kay? I’ll be right back.”
And with that, she took her leave. To where, Mawata did not know, but wherever she went, she seemed to take all the comfort that Mawata had felt with her. Suddenly…she found herself alone. With Sasame. Yet he didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Well,” he began with a shrug, “I guess we’ll start with you, then?” Sasame held out an index card in front of her.
Right…the game, Mawata suddenly remembered. She nodded as she took the blank card in her shaking hands. “Sure,” she agreed feigning calmness. “How do you play?”
Handing her a pen, Sasame took a seat on one of the stools that had been present in front of the counter, hoping that Mawata would follow suit. She did, and as she waited for his instructions, she twirled the pen nervously. It was possibly the longest fifteen, twenty seconds of her life.
“Okay.” Sasame folded his arms, looking somewhat serious, even through his smile. It startled Mawata a bit-they were just dealing with a game, weren’t they? She pondered the thought as she listened to his next instructions…which were, admittedly, simple enough. “Write down ten words on the index card-any ten words, the first words that come to your mind-and I will tell you what they reveal about yourself.”
Suspicious at first, Mawata wondered if she should’ve even bothered. But, as long as he already told her what to do, she figured she might as well oblige him. And she began to write.
The Knight of Sound looked on approvingly with folded arms. “See, this is where the subconscious part comes in,” he grinned. “Because your subconscious choice of words may reveal something that might surprise even you.”
“I’m done,” she blurted out finally. With a raised eyebrow, Mawata looked at him skeptically, handing him the card once she finally finished writing down her words. She decided to refrain from making any remarks and simply shrugged. No, she was definitely not nervous. At all.
Sasame looked over the words, studying them with what seemed like every fiber of his being-and where in hell was Himeno? Mawata found herself looking towards the door quite often, as she saw Sasame stare down intently at her choices; he even ran his hands over the card, as if to “feel” the words. He put a hand to his chin without a word, and the quietness snowballed into complete and utter silence, save for a couple “hmms” to indicate that the Knight was thinking.
Suddenly, she heard a laugh, which shattered the silence in an instant. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked to him, hoping that maybe he would enlighten her as to what exactly he had found so funny in her ten words. She watched as he drew circles on the card. It looked like he was going for certain letters of every word-
And before she knew it, before she could even brace herself, Sasame had kissed her, their lips meeting for the first time. His lips were warm, moist, and once when he had abruptly pulled away, Mawata could barely breathe. Not to mention her face-red as a tomato.
She looked up at him with widened eyes, confusion, surprise resonating in them, and Sasame simply smirked, handing her the index card.
“Now Mawata,” he said matter-of-factly. “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”
Words got caught in her throat as she gawked at him. How, how could he just do something like that? And just then, she looked down at her words on the index card, scrawled in her hand writing…and couldn’t help but smile as the man walked away.
The subconscious could indeed reveal interesting, surprising things about oneself…whether (s)he knows, or is willing to admit it, or not.
Power
Holiday
Knowledge
Invisible
Sanctuary
Silence
Machine
Eternity
Demon
Angel
A/N: Teehee, this was fun. I love playing with words. Hope you guys enjoyed! I won’t loose my claim for these two…promise n.n;; Oh yeah, and um…time for some omake fun! (grins)
Sasame felt proud of himself, walking out of the Awayuki kitchen.
It was rare that he got to interact with Mawata the way he did, and he almost couldn’t believe things had worked out that way. He could read people well-that was obvious, since his radio show Words Gate had become so popular, and he got many letters, requesting for advice about…well, anything. But he still could’ve very easily misread between those fine lines Mawata set.
She was a difficult read, he realized, and…still within a few steps of the kitchen, Sasame stopped in his tracks. He froze, remaining still for a few moments, examining the scene around him, and suddenly…he smiled.
“Himeno, you can stop spying now.”
Suddenly, a head of pink emerged from behind a beautifully large plant, set right next to the kitchen door. The spot gave a wonderful view of what was going on inside, and sheepishly, Himeno smiled through her red burning cheeks, probably from embarrassment.
“Sorry.”
Also posted to 30 Kisses: Sasame and Mawata and the 30_kisses community.
Author: Amm (SoulSeeker)
Pairing: Awayuki Mawata/Sasame
Fandom: Prétear
Theme: #10-10 (ten)
Rating: For Everyone (PG)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Prétear. I am just playing ‘Barbie’ with them, cause god knows they’re a lot more fun than real Barbies.
Summary: It was a new kind of word game…
At times, walking home from school was quite the annoyance to Mawata. She had become slightly spoiled, you could say, and had grown accustomed to the frequent limo rides, courtesy of Tanaka-however that day, her mother required his services. Himeno wasn’t even there to walk home with her; she was sick that day and stayed home, and Mayune had opted to stay after for a club.
It was all right though, she supposed. After all, she used to love being alone-she asked for it. Now, however, she knew that it was wise to be careful what you wish for.
Mawata sighed, passing by their favorite ice cream store, and for a moment, she considered getting a little something for Himeno, as a get-well token. In the end though, she decided her throat didn’t exactly need it. It would’ve only made things worse. So, she kept on her path, refusing to stray from it until she found herself at home, walking in the door.
“I’m home,” she announced, as usual; to which Himeno responded with a wave. Mawata crossed paths with her on her way to the kitchen, and decided to follow her after tossing her school bag onto the couch.
“Welcome back, you,” Himeno giggled. Even with her sore throat, she sounded happy. “What’s up?”
With a flick of her short, waved, nearly perfect hair, Mawata responded. “Nothing.” It was the normal response. After all, when was anything interesting ever “up” at their school? Himeno certainly didn’t miss much. “How’ve you been? Feeling better?”
Immediately, Himeno’s head of pink hair bobbed up and down, indicating a nod. “A lot better, actually. Thanks.” She smiled sincerely. “Sasame came by with Hayate to check on me. Hayate left, but Sasame’s still here if you want to say hi. He’s in the kitchen.” Of course, she wasn’t really given a choice. Grabbing Mawata’s arm, as enthusiastic and lively as she ever was, Himeno tugged at her. “Come on!”
Maybe Himeno just played sick, Mawata contemplated, not even bothering to fight her grip as she dragged her. This is ridiculous!
They finally burst into the kitchen, startling Sasame, who was lifting what looked like a cup of tea to his lips. Little drips of the refreshing warm drink escaped and dotted the kitchen counter as the Leafe Knight jumped, and he laughed as he grabbed a napkin to wipe up the mess. “You guys scared me!” he chuckled. “Himeno, are you sure you’re sick?”
Mawata folded her arms after she was finally released, rubbing at the gripped spot, which was now red. “That’s what I was wondering,” she agreed, seconding the question. Quickly though, she remembered her manners and greeted him. “Hi, Sasame.”
His face almost seemed to glow as he smiled, being illuminated by his pure white hair. “Why, hello, Miss Mawata.” He bowed courteously like the gentleman he was, which made her blush slightly. “You’ve joined us just in time for a game. Are you interested?”
“A game?” Himeno chimed in excitedly. “I want to play!”
Sasame turned to face her, nodding approvingly. “You can play too, Himeno,” he told her. “It’s a new kind of word game that I like to call Subconscious. I thought of it myself actually, though it’s a little difficult sometimes. You have to really know how to read people.” His lips had a seductive curl to them as he looked back and forth between the two teens.
“Sounds interesting,” Himeno grinned. “Start without me, ’kay? I’ll be right back.”
And with that, she took her leave. To where, Mawata did not know, but wherever she went, she seemed to take all the comfort that Mawata had felt with her. Suddenly…she found herself alone. With Sasame. Yet he didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Well,” he began with a shrug, “I guess we’ll start with you, then?” Sasame held out an index card in front of her.
Right…the game, Mawata suddenly remembered. She nodded as she took the blank card in her shaking hands. “Sure,” she agreed feigning calmness. “How do you play?”
Handing her a pen, Sasame took a seat on one of the stools that had been present in front of the counter, hoping that Mawata would follow suit. She did, and as she waited for his instructions, she twirled the pen nervously. It was possibly the longest fifteen, twenty seconds of her life.
“Okay.” Sasame folded his arms, looking somewhat serious, even through his smile. It startled Mawata a bit-they were just dealing with a game, weren’t they? She pondered the thought as she listened to his next instructions…which were, admittedly, simple enough. “Write down ten words on the index card-any ten words, the first words that come to your mind-and I will tell you what they reveal about yourself.”
Suspicious at first, Mawata wondered if she should’ve even bothered. But, as long as he already told her what to do, she figured she might as well oblige him. And she began to write.
The Knight of Sound looked on approvingly with folded arms. “See, this is where the subconscious part comes in,” he grinned. “Because your subconscious choice of words may reveal something that might surprise even you.”
“I’m done,” she blurted out finally. With a raised eyebrow, Mawata looked at him skeptically, handing him the card once she finally finished writing down her words. She decided to refrain from making any remarks and simply shrugged. No, she was definitely not nervous. At all.
Sasame looked over the words, studying them with what seemed like every fiber of his being-and where in hell was Himeno? Mawata found herself looking towards the door quite often, as she saw Sasame stare down intently at her choices; he even ran his hands over the card, as if to “feel” the words. He put a hand to his chin without a word, and the quietness snowballed into complete and utter silence, save for a couple “hmms” to indicate that the Knight was thinking.
Suddenly, she heard a laugh, which shattered the silence in an instant. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked to him, hoping that maybe he would enlighten her as to what exactly he had found so funny in her ten words. She watched as he drew circles on the card. It looked like he was going for certain letters of every word-
And before she knew it, before she could even brace herself, Sasame had kissed her, their lips meeting for the first time. His lips were warm, moist, and once when he had abruptly pulled away, Mawata could barely breathe. Not to mention her face-red as a tomato.
She looked up at him with widened eyes, confusion, surprise resonating in them, and Sasame simply smirked, handing her the index card.
“Now Mawata,” he said matter-of-factly. “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”
Words got caught in her throat as she gawked at him. How, how could he just do something like that? And just then, she looked down at her words on the index card, scrawled in her hand writing…and couldn’t help but smile as the man walked away.
The subconscious could indeed reveal interesting, surprising things about oneself…whether (s)he knows, or is willing to admit it, or not.
Power
Holiday
Knowledge
Invisible
Sanctuary
Silence
Machine
Eternity
Demon
Angel
A/N: Teehee, this was fun. I love playing with words. Hope you guys enjoyed! I won’t loose my claim for these two…promise n.n;; Oh yeah, and um…time for some omake fun! (grins)
Sasame felt proud of himself, walking out of the Awayuki kitchen.
It was rare that he got to interact with Mawata the way he did, and he almost couldn’t believe things had worked out that way. He could read people well-that was obvious, since his radio show Words Gate had become so popular, and he got many letters, requesting for advice about…well, anything. But he still could’ve very easily misread between those fine lines Mawata set.
She was a difficult read, he realized, and…still within a few steps of the kitchen, Sasame stopped in his tracks. He froze, remaining still for a few moments, examining the scene around him, and suddenly…he smiled.
“Himeno, you can stop spying now.”
Suddenly, a head of pink emerged from behind a beautifully large plant, set right next to the kitchen door. The spot gave a wonderful view of what was going on inside, and sheepishly, Himeno smiled through her red burning cheeks, probably from embarrassment.
“Sorry.”
Also posted to 30 Kisses: Sasame and Mawata and the 30_kisses community.