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Don't Fear the (Insert Joke Here) [TWEWY, Neku/Shiki, R]
Title: Don’t Fear the (Insert Joke Here)
Author/Artist: syvia
Rating: light R
Warnings: some coerced drug use, descriptions of sex
Word Count: 2786
Summary: They already knew the Reaper’s Game sucked. This reminder is much, much worse than what they’ve dealt with so far.
Prompt: 7th - The World Ends With You, Neku/Shiki: Drugs - Reaper Challenge: Get her stoned, and then do her where he can watch.
Author’s Note: No- I did not have hands-on research for this. There were some very nice people who gave me an overview. Don’t do drugs, seriously kids. Write about people doing weird shit while they’re ON drugs! Thanks as ever go to the lovely beta, crimsoncookie. Thanks also go to kytha for answering my last minute questions on sewing.
The first inane thought he had was 'well... at least we have time.'
That wasn't the first thought, just the first stupid one. The first was a long, drawn out 'whaaaaaaaa' that never quite made it to the 't' and followed by a powerful sense of 'do not want'. Then the roaring in his ears slipped away and the crowd sounds filtered in around Shiki's voice.
"-first thing we need to do is... Neku? Neku," she snapped, and he flinched, arms rising to ward her off. She didn't grab him, just frowned and looked a little sad.
"Neku," she said. "We don't want to end up like Rhyme."
It felt like she'd slapped him and he glanced away, chin buried in his collar.
"The first thing we need to do is find some-"
"The Reefer Reaper is at yo' service, hot stuff."
Well of course he was. Neku looked up to watch him pull out a bag of small white cylinders with twisted ends. He presented one to Shiki and raised a perfectly ordinary lighter. At least they didn't have to look around in some back-alley for a dealer.
No one could see them in back-alleys.
"Isn't there another route to Spain Hill?" he muttered.
Shiki pinched the joint between two fingers and wrinkled her nose as the Reaper lit it for her.
"S' blocked off," the wall-jacker smirked beneath his hood.
Of course it was.
Neku glared, grabbed Shiki by the wrist and pulled her out of hearing range- removing the joint from its proximity to her mouth.
"Hey!" the Reaper called, "you gotta be where I can see ya!"
"Shut up!" Neku said, pointing at him with his free hand. "Shiki-"
She was staring at him, eyes wide, innocent and fixed upon his hand, on hers. Neku let go quickly. He swallowed.
"A-are you really gonna do this?" Are we? "Have you ever... done... this," he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying not to stuff his hands in his pockets, "before?"
He watched the brim of her hat fall, tip with the movement of her head until he couldn’t see all of her face. The fingers of her empty hand pinched the smoldering joint briefly, afraid to worry it too much- as if it might fall apart. If they could fall apart.
"No," she murmured.
"You don't have to." Who was he trying to convince, her or himself? "We can find another-"
"We already checked the other streets, before we talked to him," she said. He'd never heard her this soft before, subdued. In another situation he might have liked the switch... now it just felt wrong.
"We don't know what... that," Neku muttered, gaze flicking to the joint, "will do." Focus on the smoking- forget about what was supposed to come... after. Yeah. Right.
She laughed suddenly, startling him. Her smile was hard and sharp, bits of broken porcelain. Her eyes shone. "Those commercials that tell you not to do drugs-"
He didn't know where she was going with this, but he didn't interrupt.
"-they always say 'It's not like someone's holding a gun to your head!'"
Neku shivered for no reason that he could explain.
Shiki lifted her palm, without words. Neku watched them lose a few more seconds before she raised it higher and, very lightly, tapped it on his forehead.
He swore, turning away from her. His headphones didn't shut out the silence as she raised the joint to her lips, or the sound of her breath dragging inward, her harsh coughing.
The Reaper shouting, "Yo! You don't suck it like that! You gotta-"
Neku ignored him. He didn't particularly want to learn the how of smoking marijuana. He wondered if Shiki was listening. It sounded like she was doing something different... and then the coughing again. He looked at her, pupils dilated, staring at her hand before lifting the joint again and- Neku reached out, stopped himself from grabbing her arm.
"One more should do it, yo!"
He glanced at the Reaper, then at his partner. His palms felt clammy. How hard was it to get stoned anyway? Shiki sucked on the joint, held her breath for a second or two, then breathed out, coughing against her hand. She touched his shoulder, steadying herself, and Neku put a hand under her elbow to make sure she wouldn't fall over or... anything.
She looked at him, gaze vacant, unfocused. She smiled, then pressed her free hand to her mouth and giggled.
"You're so sweet, Neku," she tittered.
Neku grimaced. Well, one part down. Next they just had to... yeah, and then they had to... clear the Noise from Spain Hill.
"Hey!" he shouted, turning to glare at the Reaper. He let go of Shiki- watched her sway and hurriedly grabbed her again, this time on the shoulder. She stumbled when he moved forward and fell into his side- so Neku put his arm around her waist before he could think too hard about it and half-carried her. "How the hell are we supposed to complete today's mission?" he demanded.
The Reaper’s smirk was something closer to a leer and Neku wanted to punch the asshole.
"She can't fight like this!" Neku said, moving in front of his partner (she leaned against his back suddenly, and Neku stumbled before he managed to get a foot out and brace himself).
"Sure I can!" Shiki chirped, offering the Reaper back his drug.
"You can't even stand," he muttered. Neku straightened up, grabbed her shoulder again and tried to keep her upright. She blinked, frowned a little at him.
"I can too fight! I'll show you- watch-" Shiki grabbed the player pin on her jacket, closed her eyes-
"Shiki, don't!"
He was lifting off- and then he was standing in the other plane, no Reaper, no RG people, no Shiki except in the back of his head- floaty and strange.
Shit, shit! Okay- it's just a couple frogs. He felt Lightning Moon crackle in his mind- saw a circle in the air that would pull the psych into being and-
:Yeah!:
The Noise disappeared.
Neku stared blankly, shut his mouth as the usual hush and tingle over his skin grew- then faded, as it always did after a reduction. Then they were back in Tipsy Toes Hall, pins scattered at Shiki's feet. She leaned heavily on his shoulder and held her stuffed animal at arms-length.
"Mister Mew," she whispered, rubbing her thumbs over the black cloth, "when did you get brothers?"
"What the-"
The Reaper eyed them, smoking the rest of the joint. Neku stared and waited for an explanation.
"...Damn," he muttered, raising the butt to his lips.
Neku growled softly. Fine. She could fight Noise while stoned. Great. He opened his eyes at a soft plopping sound- Mr. Mew leaning to the side on a 104 shopping bag they'd been using to carry excess clothing. He'd dropped it in shock after the Reaper's announcement and Mr. Mew was facing him. Oh god, the plushie was going to watch. Why in hell did that bother him more than the Reaper?
Wait... it didn't. Okay then.
As if it wasn't bad enough this was a condition at all. He wasn't a voyeur, damnit! Maybe Shiki didn't mind stripping in the street- or didn’t mind stripping him in the street- but he... well. Wait, they didn't actually have to get naked. That hadn't been specified. That didn't make it any better! He still felt exposed, he still felt used, and he didn't have a condom. At least Shiki got the comfort of being spaced-out, for now. What happened after it wore off? What was this going to do to the other two days?
"Neku-"
Her palms were soft, but her fingertips were slightly roughened- probably from all the work she put into designing clothes. One hand clutched his arm too tight- holding herself up- the other one played with the hair poking out from beneath his headphones. He forced himself to meet her eyes- dilated pupils and vague sympathy and he tried not to hate it.
"Remember what Mr. H said."
He didn't want to think of Mr. H just now, actually.
"I trust you, Neku."
His breath caught. He'd dropped his gaze, but it flew upward at that. Shiki’s eyes caught and held it there.
She what?
She took his wrists, draped one arm over her shoulder, one on her hip, and stepped into them like he was going to hug her. He should be doing that... probably. She put her arms around his chest, hands moving over his back slowly and she was still staring, until she leaned too close to see and closed her eyes.
"I trust you," she breathed- and then she was kissing him.
She tasted like smoke, and a little like the crepes she'd been eating when he'd woken up today, and then he was touching her bare back, above that too-damn-tiny skirt. Neku had to hold her up a little, and remembered that he didn't touch people, and people didn't touch him back. Her fingers left his skin feeling raw, abraded and tingling slightly. He didn't like it, the way her body heat left him feeling cold again when she shifted. Her lips were wet but not slobbery, they were the same height, so his neck didn't hurt from tilting down and her chest brushed up against his, and why did he notice that so much now when he'd hugged family in the past and it never registered?
He flinched and barely kept from pulling away- she was touching his shorts... again. Slow this time, slipping her hands under his shirt and starting to undo his fly- she had them half open before he grabbed her by the shoulders and held her at arm's length.
"Wait! Wait-" even though his body seemed to be liking it. He was getting hard, "let's put some clothes down... so we don't-"
"What?" she said, aghast. When had her voice gotten so soft? It was timid in a way he didn't remember hearing, especially not during an argument. "Put clothes on the ground? Neku how-"
"Look," he said quickly, before she really got going and wasted more time (and he ignored the little voice inside him that said it was a good idea), "I want you to be comfortable- if we don't do it (meaning the clothes, not the other thing), you'll get scraped up." They were close enough to the side of the street that someone walked through them only every other minute and that was already disconcerting as hell.
If her expression had been a sound, it would have been high-pitched, long, and very loud.
"Neku, you're so sweeeeeeeeet!" and she squeezed him around the neck. She nuzzled into his shirt, muttering something he couldn't make out- but it was happy. Her fingers tightened on his back, and then opened, moving, gliding over his shirt, rubbing, and it was kind of okay- and kind of too much.
"Okay! Let me-" he managed to pull away from her... eventually. Dug through the bag-
"Not the Lapin! Use the Mus Rattus if you have to put something down!"
So he did- a sweat shirt, a few T shirts- one rolled up to use as a pillow- and he was glad they were so damn cheap that he'd bought more than one to get on the clerk's good side. The Reaper smirked as if he knew exactly what Neku was doing.
Neku glared at him, not paying attention as Shiki sat herself down on the makeshift blanket, grabbed his arm and pulled. He fell on her- and she fell back- head against the rolled shirt. He caught himself with one hand on the ground, one on her breast. Their legs tangled.
"Sorry! I-"
She grabbed his wrist before he could move it- and she'd caught his gaze again. They were close together, noses almost touching. It was too much. Staring into someone's eyes for this long, being this close to them. It meant something, and whatever it was, it was too much. Her sad little smile.
"It's okay. I know you don't want me."
She was right and... why did he feel a little sorry about that?
He sighed. Then he leaned forward slowly and touched her lips. He closed his eyes and tried to do what he'd seen other people doing. Her mouth formed little seals on his, not quite sucking, releasing with sounds that slipped past his headphones. His MP3 player hung between them, laying on her chest. He fumbled with it, turning it down, leaving himself in almost-silence, feeling the little gasps of breath and rustle of his pants opening under her fingers.
She'd done this yesterday, knew how. He felt her fingers, softly on his briefs, and it occurred to him that he should be doing something back. Sure, he was touching, but she was stroking and... what the hell did girls like, anyway?
Neku shifted his leg, brushed his knee between hers, under her skirt and she cried out- took him in hand before he could apologize and he caught his breath in surprise. Her hand... in his underwear... touching his-
What now? What in the hell happened now?
Well what usually happened in a situation like this? Not that he'd been in any situations like this, but despite the painful awkwardness, he was hard, and when he put a hand on the edge of her shirt she made some little groan, scooting closer on her back and twisting her hand-
"Shit," he breathed. Neku felt the prickle of sweat on his bare arms, his forehead. Shiki panted softly and Neku put his fingers on the waistband of her skirt- not sure what to do. Logically, yeah, there was a plan- there was a concept- but even though his body liked this, liked it too much, he didn't want... he didn't....
Stalling. He was still stalling. They probably didn't have much time left, only-
Shiki went still. "What is it?"
Neku froze, sat up (her hand slid out of his pants) and stared at his hands. Nothing there. He grabbed Shiki's hands, internally recoiled at the slight stickiness and his gaze darted over her palms- smooth and pale, perfect. No numbers.
The timer was gone.
"Well shit," the Reaper muttered.
Neku ignored him, hurriedly did up his pants, grinning for the first time in what felt like forever. He felt awesome.
Well. Uncomfortable- but awesome!
"Yes!" he screamed it to the sky, raising his fists, grinned down at Shiki.. who was glaring at him. "What?"
She lay there, frowning, picking up one of the shirts to wipe off her hands, then folding them on her stomach. "Nothing," she huffed, sounding annoyed, "I'm just h... hungry now."
The Reefer Reaper muttered something about cockblocking and walked into Spain Hill. Shiki turned her head to watch him go and showed no inclination to get up off the blanket of clothing. Neku shifted until he was sitting to one side of her legs. They watched him disappear into the crowd (that was still walking through them). Good riddance.
Shiki picked at the nap of one of the shirts and continued to frown at him. "I said," she frowned- almost pouted, "that I'm hungry, Neku."
He blinked. What? She couldn't get it herself? Well... no, Shiki and walking didn't go together right now. They didn't have to go anywhere, and it was probably safer if they just waited out the rest of the day. He sighed, shook his head a little.
"We've got some take-away from Ramen Don's-"
He wasn't sure what happened. But the next minute he was flat on his back, Shiki straddling his hips and upper body laying on his.
"Not that kind of hungry," she explained. She leaned forward.
He could push her away. It wasn't like she was heavy. He could roll them over and put himself on top... that would be counterproductive. She started kissing him again and he wondered where she'd learned how and... it... didn't feel so bad... not really. She was warm, and her hair brushed his skin when she moved. They'd probably black out soon now that the mission was over but he could enjoy this for now. Shiki had jumped him, so it was okay... right? No... he really should stop her. She wasn't in her right mind.
Yeah, he thought as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and stroked there too. I'll tell her to stop it... any minute now....
On the other side of Tipsy Toes Hall, in the shadow of a building, a fair-haired 'boy' smiled to himself, and continued to snap pictures with his cell phone.
Author/Artist: syvia
Rating: light R
Warnings: some coerced drug use, descriptions of sex
Word Count: 2786
Summary: They already knew the Reaper’s Game sucked. This reminder is much, much worse than what they’ve dealt with so far.
Prompt: 7th - The World Ends With You, Neku/Shiki: Drugs - Reaper Challenge: Get her stoned, and then do her where he can watch.
Author’s Note: No- I did not have hands-on research for this. There were some very nice people who gave me an overview. Don’t do drugs, seriously kids. Write about people doing weird shit while they’re ON drugs! Thanks as ever go to the lovely beta, crimsoncookie. Thanks also go to kytha for answering my last minute questions on sewing.
The first inane thought he had was 'well... at least we have time.'
That wasn't the first thought, just the first stupid one. The first was a long, drawn out 'whaaaaaaaa' that never quite made it to the 't' and followed by a powerful sense of 'do not want'. Then the roaring in his ears slipped away and the crowd sounds filtered in around Shiki's voice.
"-first thing we need to do is... Neku? Neku," she snapped, and he flinched, arms rising to ward her off. She didn't grab him, just frowned and looked a little sad.
"Neku," she said. "We don't want to end up like Rhyme."
It felt like she'd slapped him and he glanced away, chin buried in his collar.
"The first thing we need to do is find some-"
"The Reefer Reaper is at yo' service, hot stuff."
Well of course he was. Neku looked up to watch him pull out a bag of small white cylinders with twisted ends. He presented one to Shiki and raised a perfectly ordinary lighter. At least they didn't have to look around in some back-alley for a dealer.
No one could see them in back-alleys.
"Isn't there another route to Spain Hill?" he muttered.
Shiki pinched the joint between two fingers and wrinkled her nose as the Reaper lit it for her.
"S' blocked off," the wall-jacker smirked beneath his hood.
Of course it was.
Neku glared, grabbed Shiki by the wrist and pulled her out of hearing range- removing the joint from its proximity to her mouth.
"Hey!" the Reaper called, "you gotta be where I can see ya!"
"Shut up!" Neku said, pointing at him with his free hand. "Shiki-"
She was staring at him, eyes wide, innocent and fixed upon his hand, on hers. Neku let go quickly. He swallowed.
"A-are you really gonna do this?" Are we? "Have you ever... done... this," he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying not to stuff his hands in his pockets, "before?"
He watched the brim of her hat fall, tip with the movement of her head until he couldn’t see all of her face. The fingers of her empty hand pinched the smoldering joint briefly, afraid to worry it too much- as if it might fall apart. If they could fall apart.
"No," she murmured.
"You don't have to." Who was he trying to convince, her or himself? "We can find another-"
"We already checked the other streets, before we talked to him," she said. He'd never heard her this soft before, subdued. In another situation he might have liked the switch... now it just felt wrong.
"We don't know what... that," Neku muttered, gaze flicking to the joint, "will do." Focus on the smoking- forget about what was supposed to come... after. Yeah. Right.
She laughed suddenly, startling him. Her smile was hard and sharp, bits of broken porcelain. Her eyes shone. "Those commercials that tell you not to do drugs-"
He didn't know where she was going with this, but he didn't interrupt.
"-they always say 'It's not like someone's holding a gun to your head!'"
Neku shivered for no reason that he could explain.
Shiki lifted her palm, without words. Neku watched them lose a few more seconds before she raised it higher and, very lightly, tapped it on his forehead.
He swore, turning away from her. His headphones didn't shut out the silence as she raised the joint to her lips, or the sound of her breath dragging inward, her harsh coughing.
The Reaper shouting, "Yo! You don't suck it like that! You gotta-"
Neku ignored him. He didn't particularly want to learn the how of smoking marijuana. He wondered if Shiki was listening. It sounded like she was doing something different... and then the coughing again. He looked at her, pupils dilated, staring at her hand before lifting the joint again and- Neku reached out, stopped himself from grabbing her arm.
"One more should do it, yo!"
He glanced at the Reaper, then at his partner. His palms felt clammy. How hard was it to get stoned anyway? Shiki sucked on the joint, held her breath for a second or two, then breathed out, coughing against her hand. She touched his shoulder, steadying herself, and Neku put a hand under her elbow to make sure she wouldn't fall over or... anything.
She looked at him, gaze vacant, unfocused. She smiled, then pressed her free hand to her mouth and giggled.
"You're so sweet, Neku," she tittered.
Neku grimaced. Well, one part down. Next they just had to... yeah, and then they had to... clear the Noise from Spain Hill.
"Hey!" he shouted, turning to glare at the Reaper. He let go of Shiki- watched her sway and hurriedly grabbed her again, this time on the shoulder. She stumbled when he moved forward and fell into his side- so Neku put his arm around her waist before he could think too hard about it and half-carried her. "How the hell are we supposed to complete today's mission?" he demanded.
The Reaper’s smirk was something closer to a leer and Neku wanted to punch the asshole.
"She can't fight like this!" Neku said, moving in front of his partner (she leaned against his back suddenly, and Neku stumbled before he managed to get a foot out and brace himself).
"Sure I can!" Shiki chirped, offering the Reaper back his drug.
"You can't even stand," he muttered. Neku straightened up, grabbed her shoulder again and tried to keep her upright. She blinked, frowned a little at him.
"I can too fight! I'll show you- watch-" Shiki grabbed the player pin on her jacket, closed her eyes-
"Shiki, don't!"
He was lifting off- and then he was standing in the other plane, no Reaper, no RG people, no Shiki except in the back of his head- floaty and strange.
Shit, shit! Okay- it's just a couple frogs. He felt Lightning Moon crackle in his mind- saw a circle in the air that would pull the psych into being and-
:Yeah!:
The Noise disappeared.
Neku stared blankly, shut his mouth as the usual hush and tingle over his skin grew- then faded, as it always did after a reduction. Then they were back in Tipsy Toes Hall, pins scattered at Shiki's feet. She leaned heavily on his shoulder and held her stuffed animal at arms-length.
"Mister Mew," she whispered, rubbing her thumbs over the black cloth, "when did you get brothers?"
"What the-"
The Reaper eyed them, smoking the rest of the joint. Neku stared and waited for an explanation.
"...Damn," he muttered, raising the butt to his lips.
Neku growled softly. Fine. She could fight Noise while stoned. Great. He opened his eyes at a soft plopping sound- Mr. Mew leaning to the side on a 104 shopping bag they'd been using to carry excess clothing. He'd dropped it in shock after the Reaper's announcement and Mr. Mew was facing him. Oh god, the plushie was going to watch. Why in hell did that bother him more than the Reaper?
Wait... it didn't. Okay then.
As if it wasn't bad enough this was a condition at all. He wasn't a voyeur, damnit! Maybe Shiki didn't mind stripping in the street- or didn’t mind stripping him in the street- but he... well. Wait, they didn't actually have to get naked. That hadn't been specified. That didn't make it any better! He still felt exposed, he still felt used, and he didn't have a condom. At least Shiki got the comfort of being spaced-out, for now. What happened after it wore off? What was this going to do to the other two days?
"Neku-"
Her palms were soft, but her fingertips were slightly roughened- probably from all the work she put into designing clothes. One hand clutched his arm too tight- holding herself up- the other one played with the hair poking out from beneath his headphones. He forced himself to meet her eyes- dilated pupils and vague sympathy and he tried not to hate it.
"Remember what Mr. H said."
He didn't want to think of Mr. H just now, actually.
"I trust you, Neku."
His breath caught. He'd dropped his gaze, but it flew upward at that. Shiki’s eyes caught and held it there.
She what?
She took his wrists, draped one arm over her shoulder, one on her hip, and stepped into them like he was going to hug her. He should be doing that... probably. She put her arms around his chest, hands moving over his back slowly and she was still staring, until she leaned too close to see and closed her eyes.
"I trust you," she breathed- and then she was kissing him.
She tasted like smoke, and a little like the crepes she'd been eating when he'd woken up today, and then he was touching her bare back, above that too-damn-tiny skirt. Neku had to hold her up a little, and remembered that he didn't touch people, and people didn't touch him back. Her fingers left his skin feeling raw, abraded and tingling slightly. He didn't like it, the way her body heat left him feeling cold again when she shifted. Her lips were wet but not slobbery, they were the same height, so his neck didn't hurt from tilting down and her chest brushed up against his, and why did he notice that so much now when he'd hugged family in the past and it never registered?
He flinched and barely kept from pulling away- she was touching his shorts... again. Slow this time, slipping her hands under his shirt and starting to undo his fly- she had them half open before he grabbed her by the shoulders and held her at arm's length.
"Wait! Wait-" even though his body seemed to be liking it. He was getting hard, "let's put some clothes down... so we don't-"
"What?" she said, aghast. When had her voice gotten so soft? It was timid in a way he didn't remember hearing, especially not during an argument. "Put clothes on the ground? Neku how-"
"Look," he said quickly, before she really got going and wasted more time (and he ignored the little voice inside him that said it was a good idea), "I want you to be comfortable- if we don't do it (meaning the clothes, not the other thing), you'll get scraped up." They were close enough to the side of the street that someone walked through them only every other minute and that was already disconcerting as hell.
If her expression had been a sound, it would have been high-pitched, long, and very loud.
"Neku, you're so sweeeeeeeeet!" and she squeezed him around the neck. She nuzzled into his shirt, muttering something he couldn't make out- but it was happy. Her fingers tightened on his back, and then opened, moving, gliding over his shirt, rubbing, and it was kind of okay- and kind of too much.
"Okay! Let me-" he managed to pull away from her... eventually. Dug through the bag-
"Not the Lapin! Use the Mus Rattus if you have to put something down!"
So he did- a sweat shirt, a few T shirts- one rolled up to use as a pillow- and he was glad they were so damn cheap that he'd bought more than one to get on the clerk's good side. The Reaper smirked as if he knew exactly what Neku was doing.
Neku glared at him, not paying attention as Shiki sat herself down on the makeshift blanket, grabbed his arm and pulled. He fell on her- and she fell back- head against the rolled shirt. He caught himself with one hand on the ground, one on her breast. Their legs tangled.
"Sorry! I-"
She grabbed his wrist before he could move it- and she'd caught his gaze again. They were close together, noses almost touching. It was too much. Staring into someone's eyes for this long, being this close to them. It meant something, and whatever it was, it was too much. Her sad little smile.
"It's okay. I know you don't want me."
She was right and... why did he feel a little sorry about that?
He sighed. Then he leaned forward slowly and touched her lips. He closed his eyes and tried to do what he'd seen other people doing. Her mouth formed little seals on his, not quite sucking, releasing with sounds that slipped past his headphones. His MP3 player hung between them, laying on her chest. He fumbled with it, turning it down, leaving himself in almost-silence, feeling the little gasps of breath and rustle of his pants opening under her fingers.
She'd done this yesterday, knew how. He felt her fingers, softly on his briefs, and it occurred to him that he should be doing something back. Sure, he was touching, but she was stroking and... what the hell did girls like, anyway?
Neku shifted his leg, brushed his knee between hers, under her skirt and she cried out- took him in hand before he could apologize and he caught his breath in surprise. Her hand... in his underwear... touching his-
What now? What in the hell happened now?
Well what usually happened in a situation like this? Not that he'd been in any situations like this, but despite the painful awkwardness, he was hard, and when he put a hand on the edge of her shirt she made some little groan, scooting closer on her back and twisting her hand-
"Shit," he breathed. Neku felt the prickle of sweat on his bare arms, his forehead. Shiki panted softly and Neku put his fingers on the waistband of her skirt- not sure what to do. Logically, yeah, there was a plan- there was a concept- but even though his body liked this, liked it too much, he didn't want... he didn't....
Stalling. He was still stalling. They probably didn't have much time left, only-
Shiki went still. "What is it?"
Neku froze, sat up (her hand slid out of his pants) and stared at his hands. Nothing there. He grabbed Shiki's hands, internally recoiled at the slight stickiness and his gaze darted over her palms- smooth and pale, perfect. No numbers.
The timer was gone.
"Well shit," the Reaper muttered.
Neku ignored him, hurriedly did up his pants, grinning for the first time in what felt like forever. He felt awesome.
Well. Uncomfortable- but awesome!
"Yes!" he screamed it to the sky, raising his fists, grinned down at Shiki.. who was glaring at him. "What?"
She lay there, frowning, picking up one of the shirts to wipe off her hands, then folding them on her stomach. "Nothing," she huffed, sounding annoyed, "I'm just h... hungry now."
The Reefer Reaper muttered something about cockblocking and walked into Spain Hill. Shiki turned her head to watch him go and showed no inclination to get up off the blanket of clothing. Neku shifted until he was sitting to one side of her legs. They watched him disappear into the crowd (that was still walking through them). Good riddance.
Shiki picked at the nap of one of the shirts and continued to frown at him. "I said," she frowned- almost pouted, "that I'm hungry, Neku."
He blinked. What? She couldn't get it herself? Well... no, Shiki and walking didn't go together right now. They didn't have to go anywhere, and it was probably safer if they just waited out the rest of the day. He sighed, shook his head a little.
"We've got some take-away from Ramen Don's-"
He wasn't sure what happened. But the next minute he was flat on his back, Shiki straddling his hips and upper body laying on his.
"Not that kind of hungry," she explained. She leaned forward.
He could push her away. It wasn't like she was heavy. He could roll them over and put himself on top... that would be counterproductive. She started kissing him again and he wondered where she'd learned how and... it... didn't feel so bad... not really. She was warm, and her hair brushed his skin when she moved. They'd probably black out soon now that the mission was over but he could enjoy this for now. Shiki had jumped him, so it was okay... right? No... he really should stop her. She wasn't in her right mind.
Yeah, he thought as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and stroked there too. I'll tell her to stop it... any minute now....
On the other side of Tipsy Toes Hall, in the shadow of a building, a fair-haired 'boy' smiled to himself, and continued to snap pictures with his cell phone.