THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
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Kousaku parted his lips after the first brush against them and Miroku’s tongue slipped in. There seemed to be a limited amount of oxygen reaching his lungs. Overcome by the sudden emotions flooding through him, Kousaku grabbed Miroku’s shoulders, breaking the kiss. His name was whispered softly right before those amazing lips claimed his again. ‘Miroku-san.’ He felt like he was melting from the inside out and his erratic heartbeat was unwilling to listen to him.
“Miroku-san,” Kousaku panted, free to speak once again, though his voice sounded hoarse even to his own ears. He whimpered as warm kisses were placed to the side of his neck. “Maybe… we should return to training.”
“Un,” Miroku agreed, but his kisses continued.
“Miroku-san, please.”
Miroku placed one final kiss to Kousaku’s red, swollen lips before sitting back. He blinked in surprise as the other folded his hands in his lap and then his eyes widened. ‘No way!’ “Kousa-”
“Miroku-san, I really think we should start running,” Kousaku interrupted, the blush on his cheeks growing deeper.
“Shouldn’t you take care of that first?”
“It’ll take care of itself.”
“Baka.” Miroku pressed his lips to Kousaku’s forehead. He returned the bright smile directed at him, wrapping his arms around the slender frame. “You should take care of it before you explode.”
“I’ve heard that before… Is it really true?” Round brown eyes blinked in earnest, seeking an answer.
Miroku tried to smother his laughter, but he failed miserably, and ended up with his face buried in Kousaku’s shoulder and tears rolling down his cheeks. This one was too precious.
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“Kaichou yelled at him last night about how he slacks off too much,” Kojima started, rubbing the back of his neck while glancing off to the side. “It’s not your fault,” he added after noticing the telltale moistening in his friend’s eyes. “More like, Kaichou felt he was using running with you as an excuse.”
“Ah.” Miroku exhaled softly and nodded his understanding, blinking back tears. From where he stood just inside the gym, he could catch glimpses of Kousaku whenever he stepped out from behind the gym trainer.
“He’s at his best when he’s serious.”
No sooner had Kojima spoken the words of praise, Kousaku tossed his head back to get his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes and his hardened expression relaxed into a grin. He waved his arm excitedly and Miroku gave him a small wave in return.
“Kousaku! Kojima, send him out,” Seiko ordered from where she stood on the edge of the ring.
“Kaichou! Miroku-san didn’t do anything wrong,” Kousaku pleaded. Her glare remained, only it was now directed at the floor.
“Kousaku,” Miroku called out. “After you win your match, I’ll treat you to dinner.”
Kousaku sprang up onto the ring beside the Chairman and leaned over the ropes. “Really?!” he shouted; his voice brimmed with laughter and excitement. “Anything I want? Anything?”
“Promise,” Miroku chuckled. He removed the candy from his mouth and offered one final wave with it between his fingers before saying his goodbyes. A smile crept onto his face as Kousaku’s excited yells followed him outside as he headed back to his bike.
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With a penalty of “loser provides lunch for every member for the next month” on the line, no one was in the mood to lose. Bidou had just finished easing out his block from the unstable Jenga tower and placed it at the top with a confident smile. Misfortune always seemed to smile upon Miroku during crucial moments such as this one, so he was sitting at the circular table with his back facing the wall so there would be no sudden surprises. He pressed several pieces before finding one that would slide out easily. With a grin, he removed it, but hesitated in placing it to the top of the tower. He shot a wary glance at the door then back at the tower. Inhaling, he set it down and let out a soft cheer.
“Shouchikubai Miroku-san. Please report to the chapel. Shouchikubai Miroku-san, please report to the chapel.”
“Eh?” Miroku stared at the intercom high on the wall in disbelief. Usually, when something goes down, they’re summoned as a group.
“We’ll go with you,” Seishirou stated after reading his friend’s worried expression.
“Of course!” Yuri clenched her hand into a fist with a grin. “It might be something interesting!” Bidou demolished the Jenga tower and set about putting away the pieces with Noriko.
“We’ll call this game a draw.” Karen smiled sweetly and Miroku felt the corner of his mouth twitching upward in response; he could tell they had been hoping to get free lunches out of him.
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The double doors to the chapel opened and the Yukan Club strolled in. The Head Teacher and Principal stood at the end of the aisle, but there was also an extra head; someone sat in the first row. “I called only Miroku,” the Principal scoffed.
“They decided to tag along…” Miroku’s eyes widened as the third person stood and turned to face them. “Kousaku.” Five pairs of eyes stared at the back of Miroku’s head then at the grinning stranger.
“Miroku-san!” Kousaku bounced in place a couple times, leaning forward. A small bandage lay at the left corner of his mouth and there was a fading bruise beside his right eye. “Kojima-san told me where I could find you after I pestered him nonstop, but that’s not what I came here to tell you!” He freed a hand from the pocket of his auburn jacket and made a “V for victory”, sign. “I won.”
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Kame is really good in 1 Pound; full of energy and shou kyuute.
Jin is a dork with certain flavors of cool in Yukan Club (and Junno... well, I dunno what to say about Junno xDD)
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They had already become accustomed to Yuri’s voracious appetite, so the remaining members of the Yukan Club direction their shock toward Miroku’s guest, who was holding his own against the Kenbishi child. Two more bowls were slammed down onto the table, followed by shouts for “seconds”, all done in unified harmony. Miroku laughed nervously as dumbfounded looks were thrown in his direction.
The unknowing battle waged on, but in the end, it was a draw when the restaurant owner thanked them for their patronage and gave them the bill. “Let’s get dessert!” Kousaku and Yuri announced in unison once everyone began rising from the cluttered table. They grinned at each other, oblivious to the astonished whispers running through the rest of the group.
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Miroku smiled, shaking his head. He never thought there would be someone that could stand on equal ground alongside Yuri and her stomach. Using his teeth, Miroku drew the Velcro strap for his right boxing glove into place. Once Kousaku saw that Miroku was ready, he started out to the center of the ring, waiting for the other to join him. An eyebrow rose sharply and he tilted his head slightly left, hoping he wasn’t seeing things. “Miroku-san…” Kousaku raised a gloved hand to his mouth, making small motions.
“Hmm?” The stick between Miroku’s lips shifted from one side to the other.
“I’m not sure if it’s the best thing to have that.”
“I already threw away the wrapper,” Miroku stated. “Besides, it helps calm me down.”
“Why are you nervous?”
“I might get KO’d.”
Kousaku grinned. “This is just a practice match to learn the basics.”
“Just get rid of the candy, Miroku,” Kojima shouted from the other side of the gym.
“You should know me better than that.” Miroku pouted and removed his right glove, though having just put it on. He took hold of the lollipop’s stick and pulled it out so only his lips were wrapped around the hard candy.
Kousaku stiffened and swallowed hard; his mouth felt dry for some unknown reason. The change went unnoticed by Miroku, who was busy trying to finish his sucker. The inward movements of his cheeks as he sucked, the hint of tongue that appeared ever so often when the lollipop slipped in and was pulled back out-it struck Kousaku hard. He sank into a crouch, clutching his head with both gloved hands. He quickly attempted his erection to go away before it reached full mast.
“Kousaku? Feelin’ okay?”
“I’m fine,” Kousaku laughed nervously, wishing and willing even harder. Lifting his head to offer a reassuring smile, his eyes fell upon the blue piece of candy locked between Miroku’s teeth. It was rolled back and forth before disappearing back into the student’s mouth. Kousaku shot to his feet, dancing half-circles around Miroku. “Candy or not… I’m ready!” He prayed no one became aware of the slight bulge in the front of his sweats.
Miroku pulled back on his glove and quickly defended as Kousaku rushed him. They moved about the ring, Miroku continuously keeping his guard up; Kousaku gave him no time to search for an opening and he didn’t want to throw a blind punch that wouldn’t land. ‘I thought this was practice!’ Miroku whimpered and ducked beneath Kousaku’s arm, stumbling to the center of the mat. He spun and held up his hands, a pleading look on his face. Kousaku slowed, raising an eyebrow.
“Idiot,” Ishizaka muttered, draping his towel over his head as he walked away.
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Kousaku pounded his hand onto the mat, expressing his pain physically, and began pushing himself back up into a sitting position. There was the sound of Velcro tearing sharply from above then Miroku appeared in his line of vision, kneeling before him.
One hand rose to cover his mouth while the other remained fisted on his thigh. Miroku bowed his head, eyes squeezed shut. “Sorry,” he whispered through his fingers.
Kousaku leaned forward, tilting his head at an angle to see the other’s face more clearly. “Miroku-san, are you crying?”
Miroku nodded quickly, eyes opening to meet the concerned stare. Kousaku’s lips formed a small “o” at the single tear rolling down Miroku’s cheek. “Even though you said it was only practice, I went and caused you unnecessary injuries. You’re aiming for the championship…!”
Kousaku straightened up and slipped his arms around Miroku, a bright smile lighting up his face. How long had it been since somebody cried over his well-being? All he received lately were harsh words of encouragement from Kaichou, amongst other things. Kousaku squeezed Miroku even tighter. “You should be proud of that right hook, you know!”
Miroku chuckled, letting his head fall onto Kousaku’s shoulder.
“They’re both idiots,” Kojima scoffed, taking his eyes off the ring and back to the punching bag Ueda held in place for him.
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...there might be prons to follow? *nervous smile* x3;
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