Happy Santa_Smex, spurious!
To: spurious
From:tehlils
Title: Rudimentary, My Dear Data Collector
Recipient's name: spurious
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Ibu/Kamio, Momo/Kaidoh, Syuusuke/Yuuta, Yuuta/Mizuki, Syuusuke/Mizuki (Yes, I did include them all. That isn't a c&p mistake.)
Warnings: light bondage, sacrilege, incest, and other mild kinks.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by Konomi Takeshi. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Make sure you can see the .png images hosted through photobucket before reading, otherwise more than half of this story will be missing for you, and that wouldn't be fun. Thanks to a couple of friends who helped me brainstorm, I wouldn't have come up with this idea if it weren't for their help. ♥ Thanks to my lovely beta readers for the rather last minute read through. ♥ spurious, I hope this sends you into a fit of joy, you deserve it. ♥
An snapped her notebook closed and made a run for it. Hopefully no one had heard her phone ring, it wouldn't do to be caught at this twice. She was in such a rush that she didn't notice the boy hunched over on the ground, scribbling in a notebook.
"Oomph!" They both grunted as An fell over him, dropping her notebook in the process.
"Ah... Mizuki-san..." An said, blushing. "I'm sorry about that. I should have watched where I was going."
Mizuki just stared at her. "Tachibana An," he said after a long pause. "Nfufufufu. Interesting running into you here." He twirled a curl of his hair around his finger as he studied her.
"Uh... yeah," An replied. "Um, I better get going. Sorry about falling on you." She grabbed her notebook and took off again, "Good bye, Mizuki-san." She waved as she walked away.
~*~*~*~
Mizuki arrived back to the St. Rudolph dormitories later that evening. He hadn't had a chance to collect any more data that afternoon, but now that he was back in his room, it seemed a good time to review the data he'd collected.
He opened the notebook to a random page and began reading. This wasn't his notebook. It was An's. Tachibana collects Data, too? Mizuki flipped to the front of the notebook. "Tachibana An's Dating Data" was written in big bubbly letters. "Nfufufufufu," he laughed, twisting his hair around his finger again. This should be interesting, he thought, flipping back to the page he'd initially opened to and began reading.
Mizuki smirked as he reached the bottom of the page. "Interesting data, An-chan. Nfufufu. It will never compare to mine though." The first problem with her data was too many fantasies, and not even proper ones at that. Secondly, the fantasies were crossed out. Thirdly, the writing was far too big and thus wasteful of paper. She could have easily doubled her word count if her penmanship were more efficient.
However, Ibu and Kamio were surely a couple worth collecting data on. Not only were they dating, but they also played doubles together. Something that needed to be looked into further, the ratio of doubles partners that date each other. Mizuki turned the page and his eyes lit up.
Momoshiro and Kaidoh? Mizuki grinned like a loon, recalling the unofficial doubles match he'd played against the pair. It had been for transfer papers, and while the two had acted like they wanted nothing to do with each other, their winning as well as this data proved otherwise. Perhaps he could recruit the both of them for St. Rudolph with this newly acquired information.
~*~*~*~
An plopped down onto her bed, hugging her notebook to her chest. Her brother had asked her about it on the way in, and last thing she needed was for him to see her notes on his teammates. With a quiet sigh she rolled over onto her stomach and sprawled out to read over her notes.
What she found was not at all what she had expected.
An closed her eyes as she finished reading the page. Surely this wasn't what she thought it was. Mizuki's diary? There was no way it could be considered data, it was almost entirely speculation and fantasies. She wondered if he'd even been there at all to watch or if it was wholly made up. An wouldn't be surprised if it were the latter.
Taking a deep breath she turned the page and braced herself for what was next.
~*~*~*~
Mizuki turned the page again and found yet another entry on Ibu and Kamio. Their sex life was rather inspiring, if An's data was anywhere near correct.
Definitely inspiring. And X-ray vision would be an excellent asset for any data collector. Mizuki often wondered if Seigaku's Inui had X-ray vision.
He turned the page again to find today's entry.
~*~*~*~
Biting down on her lip, An read the next page in Mizuki's notebook. If his writing weren't as small as it was, she'd likely have turned two or three pages and could call it a page turner, it was that captivating.
Perhaps Mizuki-san should become a writer of erotic fiction, she thought. His fantasies were quite vivid and An was more than a little turned on. How would she face him to exchange notebooks after having read this? All she'd be able to think about when it happened was him doing that to Yuuta.
~*~*~*~
So, Syuusuke hadn't been the only one there that afternoon. Perhaps Mizuki should have more closely inspected the clubhouse as he missed out on collecting some very important data first hand.
Mizuki considered briefly about calling An to exchange notebooks, but it would be much more interesting to let her call him. She'd likely be flustered over having lost her notebook and the sheer amount of truthiness ensconced within his notebook, should she take the time to read any of it.
He would wait.
~*~*~*~
An fervently turned the page, to what was obviously the data collected today. She snorted over the fact that they had both assumed their subjects were the only ones remaining at the school. But the tone of the data quickly sucked her thoughts away from assumptions and into what loosely qualified as erotic fiction.
Closing her eyes, An tossed the notebook aside, rolled onto her back and slid her hand down past the waistband of her skirt. She needed to call Mizuki to arrange a trade - his notebook for hers, but right now, there were other, more pressing matters for her to take care of.
~*~*~*~
The phone rang. Mizuki smirked and let it ring twice more before picking up. "Hello?"
"Mizuki-san?"
"Who is this?" Mizuki stifled a laugh.
"Tachibana An. I... I believe you might have my notebook." He could hear the trepidation in her voice. This would be too fun.
"I'm fairly certain we both left with our own notebooks," he lied.
"No, I definitely have your notebook, Mizuki-san. I… read it." If it were possible to hear a blush through the phone, Mizuki would have sworn he just heard one.
"If you're certain, I suppose we could meet up to exchange them. Should I double check to make sure the one I have is yours?" Mizuki twirled a lock of hair around his finger and smirked, staring down at the notebook, still open to the last page about Momoshiro and Kaidoh.
"No, that's not necessary. Can you meet me at the street courts in ten minutes?"
"Can't. I've got a curfew." Pauses. "But, I can meet you outside my dormitory. We can exchange the notebooks and I can still make it inside before my curfew."
"That will work, Mizuki-san," An replied with a sigh of relief. She hung up the phone and rushed out of the house, notebook in hand to meet up with Mizuki. It was a great weight off her shoulders knowing he hadn't read her notebook yet. It would make the exchange quick and simple. And not at all awkward.
Fifteen minutes later, An stood outside the St. Rudolph dormitories and waited for Mizuki. It was another ten before he waltzed out the door, twirling his hair and smirking, her notebook gripped tight in his other hand.
"So this is yours? Nfu."
"Yes. And this is yours." An held out his notebook, waiting for him to take it.
"How much did you read?"
An blushed.
"I asked you a question."
"Enough to know it wasn't mine, Mizuki-san." He didn't need to know she'd read it all.
"Of course." Mizuki handed over her notebook and took his own. "Your data is lacking, but it's not horrible for a beginner. Nfufufufu." Mizuki turned around and headed back to his dormitory. He didn't even need to look back to see her reaction, his data already told him what it would be.