[FIC] Cross the Line - Part 11
Title: Cross the Line 11
Rating: M (cursing)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Past Chapters: LJ Archive, or FFNet
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Happy Valentines! I bring thee drama for this special day!
b. Manga Ch.325 = *tears of joy*
Cross the Line 11
Gokudera was light-headed and dizzy. He couldn't believe he was easily talked into wearing such a ridiculing and disgusting costume. However, his desire to fight back melted away when his beloved boss commented that it looked “Very cute” with a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
I'm fucked. were the first words which came to his mind when he saw Tsuna's happy face. No matter what he thought, and no matter how he felt, he couldn't say no. And the logical part of him thought that this probably is the quickest way for all of them to get into the party.
All four of them walked side by side from Kyoko's dorm (which was not too far away) to the gym. It was pure luck that Kyoko happened to live close by, and that Kyoko just incidentally had the outfit that just *happened* to fit on him.
Gokudera walked like a robot, face red and limbs stiff from embarrassment. He kept pulling down the dark gray skirt, conscious at how it rode up his thighs on each step. Perhaps the skirt was a little short on him, and the shoes were a bit tight, making the walk more awkward than it needed to be. However the white collared shirt, knee-high socks, and the yellow blazer fit so well it could have been made for him.
Gokudera wasn't sure what was worse: the fact that he was wearing a Namimori High Girls' Uniform (with pigtails tied in thin ribbons on both sides of his head), or that he actually fit in one. The silver haired man was so self-conscious, he remained staring at his feet and didn't notice the many admiring stares he'd received from all the men they passed by.
Once they reached the booth at the dance, the group handed their tickets to the same burly man from before.
“This isn't going to work,” Gokudera whispered to Kyoko and Haru.
“Yes it will,” Haru insisted.
“He'd be a moron to not realize we're the same group.”
The man inspected the tickets, then looked at all of them. He stared straight at Gokudera.
Gokudera swallowed a lump on his throat.
The man continued to stare. And stare. And stare.
“Ah, uh. She's my cousin!” Haru beamed, hooking one shaky arm with the right-hand man. “Yes, er... exchange student from Italy. Ahahaha...”
“What's your name?” the man asked Gokudera.
All four looked at each other frantically. Gokudera stuttered, “Um... Haya--- G...dera.”
“Gahdera? Doesn't sound like a name...” the man pondered aloud.
“No! It's Gamera!” Haru spit out in panic. “OW!” she cried out as she felt a heel digging on her foot.
“Sorry, Cousin, my foot slipped,” Gokudera grit out.
After a moment, the booth manager said, “Gamera-chan, is it?” His lips slowly curved into a sly grin that unnerved the silverette. He wasn't sure what it was about, but Gokudera thought the man was staring at him a little too intently so he instinctively stepped back from the booth.
Before the storm guardian was able to step back all the way, the man in the booth unexpectedly leaned forward. Gokudera froze as soon as he felt a breath on his cheek. “Say, babe, the name's Rock,” he whispered in his ear. He motioned toward Tsuna. “Why don't you dump the chump and hang out with me inside? My shift ends pretty soon.”
Gokudera didn't respond due to the rising bile in the back of his throat. Shit, this idiot really thinks I'm a...
“Sorry, but her Japanese isn't so good,” Tsuna quickly explained, cutting in-between them abruptly. He grabbed Gokudera's arm and pulled. “W-we should probably get going. Thanks!”
Without look back, the four students hastily made their way through the entrance.
XXX
Gokudera remained panicked as Tsuna pulled him across the crowded gym. The entire time, he could feel people's strange and unbending stares and intent glances. It was unnerving, being the center of attention, as if he was being scrutinized within the view of a microscope.
Shit, I must look like an idiot! I'm going to get exposed! I'm going to shame the Vongola! The Tenth will be so embarassed!
“Wait, Tenth!” Gokudera said, stopping in his tracks.
Tsuna stopped and turned to face his right-hand man. He immediately noticed that Kyoko and Haru were missing, possibly blended and dispersed against the dancing crowd.
“I'm going back,” Gokudera stated, shifting his eyes around. The darkness made it harder to see anything amongst the mass bodies undulating and gyrating against each other.
“What?” Tsuna asked. “I thought you were meeting someone?”
That's right. But I can't do this. It's as if... Gokudera shivered as he felt more pointed stares at his back. It wasn't a fighting aura. He wished it was though, because it was easier to deal with fists than whatever it is that was in the air. He just felt really uncomfortable, like he was naked even though he wasn't. Maybe it was just the atmosphere. He hated loud crowds.
“Y-yeah... I just feel weird...”
“You ok, Gokudera? You look a little pale,” Tsuna said.
Gokudera gave him a reassuring smile. “I'm fine, Tenth. Maybe I just need to go get a drink.”
He pushed his way through the crowd before the Vongola boss could stop him.
XXX
Ken stood on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. He handed Yamamoto another cup to drink as they observed the loudly cheering crowd below them.
“You're forehead is wrinkling more every half-hour,” Ken commented bluntly.
Yamamoto laughed humorlessly.
“How long are you going to keep waiting? I could ask our teammates if they've seen him. It's hard to find anyone in this kind of crowd.”
“No, no. It's ok, senpai.”
Ken lifted his hand, then gave a hefty smack on the back of the baseball ace's head.
“Ouch!”
“Quit moping already,” the older man scolded. “The night's still young.” He pushed Yamamoto toward a crowd of ogling girls. “Go dance or something instead of waiting around drinking.”
“But---” Yamamoto protested, but it was in vain. A cute, soft-spoken girl in front of him had already asked for a dance. “Uh, um--”
“Yamamoto-san, please have a dance with me?” she asked, batting her beautiful green eyes.
Yamamoto looked back at his senpai, but the blond had already disappeared.
XXX
Gokudera was lost. He was lost among the crowd trying to find the snack table. He needed a drink to calm his nerves, but now he wasn't sure where he was and it made him more irritated. He looked left and right, and all he could see were people dancing and socializing in close proximity to each other. He smacked his head hard with his left hand. He reminded himself that freaking out and the avoidance of socializing was not his purpose here. He needed to find the baseball freak quickly.
“Are you okay?” a voice whispered closely to his ear.
Gokudera jumped, then turned to see an attractive tall guy smiling brightly at him wearing a cowboy costume. Who is this guy? the silverette wondered.
“Do you need a drink? You look like you need one,” the cowboy insisted, leaning closer. He continued to smile at him with heated brown eyes.
“N-no, just...” Gokudera jumped again once he felt a warm palm on his hip. He immediately pulled his arm for a firm uppercut to his face, but stopped once he didn't sense any bloodlust coming from this man.
He's not picking a fight, what the fuck is he wanting?! his mind screamed. He flinched again once he felt that same hand moving down his hip.
Gokudera gripped the man's wrist and pushed back. He snapped, “Get off, asshole.”
The other seemed unfazed, his lips turning into an amused grin. “Ah... so feisty,” he commented. “I like it.”
Nausea filled the back of the shorter man's throat. Before Gokudera could retort, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see a familiar face.
“Miss, is this guy bothering you?” the person asked.
Gokudera jaw dropped upon coming face-to-face with Ryohei Sasagawa, who blinked at him with the infamous Sasagawa ignorance. The lawn head stared silently for a moment, and Gokudera thought he'd recognized him until a slow blush came creeping through the boxer's face.
“Whoa, you're super cute to the extreme...,” Ryohei whispered to himself.
Gokudera's head spun from being torn with wanting to throw up or punch the idiot in the face.
The cowboy crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the new entrant. “What's a boxer from a low-life college going to do?” he said flippantly. “I was here first.”
Ryohei merely grinned at the challenge. He turned to Gokudera, “Miss, after I deal with this guy, let's have a dance?”
“WHAT!? I don't need your help!” the bomb expert exclaimed. “Don't you fucking recognize me?!”
“Recognize what?” the boxer asked.
That's it, that's it!! This idiocy must be friggin' hereditary!! Gokudera's mind screamed. “Like my voice! My face --- anything!” Gokudera yelled.
“Hm, well that's a Namimori Uniform,” Ryohei surmised.
And it's your sister's, dammit! Gokudera thought.
“I'm sure I'd remember someone like you if we ever met before...”
Gokudera grabbed the lapels of the man's shirt and shook him hard. “It's me, you fucking lawn-head! Its Goku---”
“GAMERA-chaaaaan!!” a voice boomed from behind them.
Fuck! Gokudera felt a cold chill run down his spine. He didn't have to turn around to know who was stomping his way over.
“Gamera-chan!” Rock said, grabbing Gokudera's left arm. “Let's go.”
Ryohei made his way to stand front of Rock. “Look, it's her choice if she wants to.”
“Hey, hey! I asked her first! Who the hell are you?” Rock growled.
“Ryohei Sasagawa, Namimori College Varsity Boxing,” Ryohei pointed an accusing finger at the large man. “And forcing a woman is rude to the extreme.”
“So what are you going to do about it, you---OOF!” Before Rock could finish his sentence, the cowboy man had punched him to the ground.
“Fiiiiightt!” a voice yelled across the dance floor. Squeals and murmurs and an immediate semi-circle was formed around the three men.
A firm hand dragged Gokudera from the crowd toward a quieter corner of the dance floor. He recognized the blond baseball senior grumbling to himself as they trudged away to safety.
“Gawd! We just can't leave you alone!” Ken exclaimed through clenched teeth. Once they reached a quiet corner of the party hall, the baseball player shoved him against the wall. “What took you so long?? And why the hell are you dressed like that? Do you realize you're attracting unnecessary attention?”
“Shut up! You don't have to spell it to my face! I know I look stupid!”
“That's not the problem here! You look... you look...” Ken stuttered. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. For a moment, he looked at the frazzled green-eyed “school girl”, then his shoulders slumped in defeat. He covered his blushing face with a hand. “...nevermind. Just... just stay there, okay?”
The blond made his way toward the staircase. He looked back at the silver-haired man. “Stay!” he reiterated firmly.
Gokudera grumbled. He leaned against the wall with arms crossed on his chest and waited anyway.
XXXX
The slow-dance felt like forever, and Yamamoto wasn't sure how long he'd been letting the woman chatter about herself incessantly throughout the whole song. He did smile cordially and nodded his head absently as if to feign attentiveness. He only caught a few details, that she was the captain from the Cheerleading Squad at his own university, though he completely did not recognize her, and that her name was Nastuki... or was it Nanami?
“Is it okay if I called you Takeshi-kun?” she asked sweetly while batting her long lashes. She leaned closer, flashing more cleavage from her low-cut witch costume.
“Eh? Er, okay,” Yamamoto agreed absently. What did she just ask? Oh well.
A loud cheer sounded from below. Yamamoto craned his neck to look down on the main dance floor. There was a semi-circled crowd with silhouettes in the middle.
“What's going on down there?” He thought aloud.
“Probably nothing,” Nanami (or Natsuki) laughed if off. “Probably some drunks making noise.”
“I don't know, I should probably break it up---”
“Now, now, Takeshi-kun,” she said, hanging onto his arm tightly. “Let's go get some drinks, okay?” She dragged him down the back staircase without a second thought.
XXX
Even after the fight was stopped as soon as Namimori College Disciplinary Committee members showed up, Gokudera's stress level did not waver. He continued to obediently (for once) stand where the blond ordered him to. The corner was closer to the drink counter, where plastic cups with sweet red punch were lined in neat rows, and was quieter and darker than the rest of the room. Yet, the ambiance in the area did not help him calm down. There was something in the air that was crackling with sizzling heat. He looked around, immediately noticing the different shadows and silhouettes of people pressed close to each other.
Cold sweat ran down his back as soon as he realized what it all meant. Ken, you damned baseball freak! This is the make-out corner! FUCK!
He took a step away from the wall he'd been leaning against. He stopped soon after upon noticing a familiar tall figure walking down a set of steps. He froze in his tracks, every muscle tightening in surprise and unknown anticipation. He remained unnoticed. He didn't call out; he couldn't. So he stood silently and watched in the shadows.
He watched as he noticed a woman clinging tightly against that lanky arm. He observed the closeness of their bodies, and how attractive the woman's costume was, with a miniskirt that showed more than it covered, and breasts of a delectable size nearly popping out of the low-cut shirt.
He continued to watch in horror, as the woman “accidentally” tripped on her stiletto’s, causing her companion to lean forward and catch her from “falling.” She expertly wrapped her arms around that neck, then proceeded to capture Yamamoto Takeshi in a hot, tantalizing kiss.
XXXX
End of chapter.
Rating: M (cursing)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Past Chapters: LJ Archive, or FFNet
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Happy Valentines! I bring thee drama for this special day!
b. Manga Ch.325 = *tears of joy*
Cross the Line 11
Gokudera was light-headed and dizzy. He couldn't believe he was easily talked into wearing such a ridiculing and disgusting costume. However, his desire to fight back melted away when his beloved boss commented that it looked “Very cute” with a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
I'm fucked. were the first words which came to his mind when he saw Tsuna's happy face. No matter what he thought, and no matter how he felt, he couldn't say no. And the logical part of him thought that this probably is the quickest way for all of them to get into the party.
All four of them walked side by side from Kyoko's dorm (which was not too far away) to the gym. It was pure luck that Kyoko happened to live close by, and that Kyoko just incidentally had the outfit that just *happened* to fit on him.
Gokudera walked like a robot, face red and limbs stiff from embarrassment. He kept pulling down the dark gray skirt, conscious at how it rode up his thighs on each step. Perhaps the skirt was a little short on him, and the shoes were a bit tight, making the walk more awkward than it needed to be. However the white collared shirt, knee-high socks, and the yellow blazer fit so well it could have been made for him.
Gokudera wasn't sure what was worse: the fact that he was wearing a Namimori High Girls' Uniform (with pigtails tied in thin ribbons on both sides of his head), or that he actually fit in one. The silver haired man was so self-conscious, he remained staring at his feet and didn't notice the many admiring stares he'd received from all the men they passed by.
Once they reached the booth at the dance, the group handed their tickets to the same burly man from before.
“This isn't going to work,” Gokudera whispered to Kyoko and Haru.
“Yes it will,” Haru insisted.
“He'd be a moron to not realize we're the same group.”
The man inspected the tickets, then looked at all of them. He stared straight at Gokudera.
Gokudera swallowed a lump on his throat.
The man continued to stare. And stare. And stare.
“Ah, uh. She's my cousin!” Haru beamed, hooking one shaky arm with the right-hand man. “Yes, er... exchange student from Italy. Ahahaha...”
“What's your name?” the man asked Gokudera.
All four looked at each other frantically. Gokudera stuttered, “Um... Haya--- G...dera.”
“Gahdera? Doesn't sound like a name...” the man pondered aloud.
“No! It's Gamera!” Haru spit out in panic. “OW!” she cried out as she felt a heel digging on her foot.
“Sorry, Cousin, my foot slipped,” Gokudera grit out.
After a moment, the booth manager said, “Gamera-chan, is it?” His lips slowly curved into a sly grin that unnerved the silverette. He wasn't sure what it was about, but Gokudera thought the man was staring at him a little too intently so he instinctively stepped back from the booth.
Before the storm guardian was able to step back all the way, the man in the booth unexpectedly leaned forward. Gokudera froze as soon as he felt a breath on his cheek. “Say, babe, the name's Rock,” he whispered in his ear. He motioned toward Tsuna. “Why don't you dump the chump and hang out with me inside? My shift ends pretty soon.”
Gokudera didn't respond due to the rising bile in the back of his throat. Shit, this idiot really thinks I'm a...
“Sorry, but her Japanese isn't so good,” Tsuna quickly explained, cutting in-between them abruptly. He grabbed Gokudera's arm and pulled. “W-we should probably get going. Thanks!”
Without look back, the four students hastily made their way through the entrance.
XXX
Gokudera remained panicked as Tsuna pulled him across the crowded gym. The entire time, he could feel people's strange and unbending stares and intent glances. It was unnerving, being the center of attention, as if he was being scrutinized within the view of a microscope.
Shit, I must look like an idiot! I'm going to get exposed! I'm going to shame the Vongola! The Tenth will be so embarassed!
“Wait, Tenth!” Gokudera said, stopping in his tracks.
Tsuna stopped and turned to face his right-hand man. He immediately noticed that Kyoko and Haru were missing, possibly blended and dispersed against the dancing crowd.
“I'm going back,” Gokudera stated, shifting his eyes around. The darkness made it harder to see anything amongst the mass bodies undulating and gyrating against each other.
“What?” Tsuna asked. “I thought you were meeting someone?”
That's right. But I can't do this. It's as if... Gokudera shivered as he felt more pointed stares at his back. It wasn't a fighting aura. He wished it was though, because it was easier to deal with fists than whatever it is that was in the air. He just felt really uncomfortable, like he was naked even though he wasn't. Maybe it was just the atmosphere. He hated loud crowds.
“Y-yeah... I just feel weird...”
“You ok, Gokudera? You look a little pale,” Tsuna said.
Gokudera gave him a reassuring smile. “I'm fine, Tenth. Maybe I just need to go get a drink.”
He pushed his way through the crowd before the Vongola boss could stop him.
XXX
Ken stood on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. He handed Yamamoto another cup to drink as they observed the loudly cheering crowd below them.
“You're forehead is wrinkling more every half-hour,” Ken commented bluntly.
Yamamoto laughed humorlessly.
“How long are you going to keep waiting? I could ask our teammates if they've seen him. It's hard to find anyone in this kind of crowd.”
“No, no. It's ok, senpai.”
Ken lifted his hand, then gave a hefty smack on the back of the baseball ace's head.
“Ouch!”
“Quit moping already,” the older man scolded. “The night's still young.” He pushed Yamamoto toward a crowd of ogling girls. “Go dance or something instead of waiting around drinking.”
“But---” Yamamoto protested, but it was in vain. A cute, soft-spoken girl in front of him had already asked for a dance. “Uh, um--”
“Yamamoto-san, please have a dance with me?” she asked, batting her beautiful green eyes.
Yamamoto looked back at his senpai, but the blond had already disappeared.
XXX
Gokudera was lost. He was lost among the crowd trying to find the snack table. He needed a drink to calm his nerves, but now he wasn't sure where he was and it made him more irritated. He looked left and right, and all he could see were people dancing and socializing in close proximity to each other. He smacked his head hard with his left hand. He reminded himself that freaking out and the avoidance of socializing was not his purpose here. He needed to find the baseball freak quickly.
“Are you okay?” a voice whispered closely to his ear.
Gokudera jumped, then turned to see an attractive tall guy smiling brightly at him wearing a cowboy costume. Who is this guy? the silverette wondered.
“Do you need a drink? You look like you need one,” the cowboy insisted, leaning closer. He continued to smile at him with heated brown eyes.
“N-no, just...” Gokudera jumped again once he felt a warm palm on his hip. He immediately pulled his arm for a firm uppercut to his face, but stopped once he didn't sense any bloodlust coming from this man.
He's not picking a fight, what the fuck is he wanting?! his mind screamed. He flinched again once he felt that same hand moving down his hip.
Gokudera gripped the man's wrist and pushed back. He snapped, “Get off, asshole.”
The other seemed unfazed, his lips turning into an amused grin. “Ah... so feisty,” he commented. “I like it.”
Nausea filled the back of the shorter man's throat. Before Gokudera could retort, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see a familiar face.
“Miss, is this guy bothering you?” the person asked.
Gokudera jaw dropped upon coming face-to-face with Ryohei Sasagawa, who blinked at him with the infamous Sasagawa ignorance. The lawn head stared silently for a moment, and Gokudera thought he'd recognized him until a slow blush came creeping through the boxer's face.
“Whoa, you're super cute to the extreme...,” Ryohei whispered to himself.
Gokudera's head spun from being torn with wanting to throw up or punch the idiot in the face.
The cowboy crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the new entrant. “What's a boxer from a low-life college going to do?” he said flippantly. “I was here first.”
Ryohei merely grinned at the challenge. He turned to Gokudera, “Miss, after I deal with this guy, let's have a dance?”
“WHAT!? I don't need your help!” the bomb expert exclaimed. “Don't you fucking recognize me?!”
“Recognize what?” the boxer asked.
That's it, that's it!! This idiocy must be friggin' hereditary!! Gokudera's mind screamed. “Like my voice! My face --- anything!” Gokudera yelled.
“Hm, well that's a Namimori Uniform,” Ryohei surmised.
And it's your sister's, dammit! Gokudera thought.
“I'm sure I'd remember someone like you if we ever met before...”
Gokudera grabbed the lapels of the man's shirt and shook him hard. “It's me, you fucking lawn-head! Its Goku---”
“GAMERA-chaaaaan!!” a voice boomed from behind them.
Fuck! Gokudera felt a cold chill run down his spine. He didn't have to turn around to know who was stomping his way over.
“Gamera-chan!” Rock said, grabbing Gokudera's left arm. “Let's go.”
Ryohei made his way to stand front of Rock. “Look, it's her choice if she wants to.”
“Hey, hey! I asked her first! Who the hell are you?” Rock growled.
“Ryohei Sasagawa, Namimori College Varsity Boxing,” Ryohei pointed an accusing finger at the large man. “And forcing a woman is rude to the extreme.”
“So what are you going to do about it, you---OOF!” Before Rock could finish his sentence, the cowboy man had punched him to the ground.
“Fiiiiightt!” a voice yelled across the dance floor. Squeals and murmurs and an immediate semi-circle was formed around the three men.
A firm hand dragged Gokudera from the crowd toward a quieter corner of the dance floor. He recognized the blond baseball senior grumbling to himself as they trudged away to safety.
“Gawd! We just can't leave you alone!” Ken exclaimed through clenched teeth. Once they reached a quiet corner of the party hall, the baseball player shoved him against the wall. “What took you so long?? And why the hell are you dressed like that? Do you realize you're attracting unnecessary attention?”
“Shut up! You don't have to spell it to my face! I know I look stupid!”
“That's not the problem here! You look... you look...” Ken stuttered. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. For a moment, he looked at the frazzled green-eyed “school girl”, then his shoulders slumped in defeat. He covered his blushing face with a hand. “...nevermind. Just... just stay there, okay?”
The blond made his way toward the staircase. He looked back at the silver-haired man. “Stay!” he reiterated firmly.
Gokudera grumbled. He leaned against the wall with arms crossed on his chest and waited anyway.
XXXX
The slow-dance felt like forever, and Yamamoto wasn't sure how long he'd been letting the woman chatter about herself incessantly throughout the whole song. He did smile cordially and nodded his head absently as if to feign attentiveness. He only caught a few details, that she was the captain from the Cheerleading Squad at his own university, though he completely did not recognize her, and that her name was Nastuki... or was it Nanami?
“Is it okay if I called you Takeshi-kun?” she asked sweetly while batting her long lashes. She leaned closer, flashing more cleavage from her low-cut witch costume.
“Eh? Er, okay,” Yamamoto agreed absently. What did she just ask? Oh well.
A loud cheer sounded from below. Yamamoto craned his neck to look down on the main dance floor. There was a semi-circled crowd with silhouettes in the middle.
“What's going on down there?” He thought aloud.
“Probably nothing,” Nanami (or Natsuki) laughed if off. “Probably some drunks making noise.”
“I don't know, I should probably break it up---”
“Now, now, Takeshi-kun,” she said, hanging onto his arm tightly. “Let's go get some drinks, okay?” She dragged him down the back staircase without a second thought.
XXX
Even after the fight was stopped as soon as Namimori College Disciplinary Committee members showed up, Gokudera's stress level did not waver. He continued to obediently (for once) stand where the blond ordered him to. The corner was closer to the drink counter, where plastic cups with sweet red punch were lined in neat rows, and was quieter and darker than the rest of the room. Yet, the ambiance in the area did not help him calm down. There was something in the air that was crackling with sizzling heat. He looked around, immediately noticing the different shadows and silhouettes of people pressed close to each other.
Cold sweat ran down his back as soon as he realized what it all meant. Ken, you damned baseball freak! This is the make-out corner! FUCK!
He took a step away from the wall he'd been leaning against. He stopped soon after upon noticing a familiar tall figure walking down a set of steps. He froze in his tracks, every muscle tightening in surprise and unknown anticipation. He remained unnoticed. He didn't call out; he couldn't. So he stood silently and watched in the shadows.
He watched as he noticed a woman clinging tightly against that lanky arm. He observed the closeness of their bodies, and how attractive the woman's costume was, with a miniskirt that showed more than it covered, and breasts of a delectable size nearly popping out of the low-cut shirt.
He continued to watch in horror, as the woman “accidentally” tripped on her stiletto’s, causing her companion to lean forward and catch her from “falling.” She expertly wrapped her arms around that neck, then proceeded to capture Yamamoto Takeshi in a hot, tantalizing kiss.
XXXX
End of chapter.