Result o2: Karou Kaido



You sighed with submissive hands and scowled at the girl in front of you. “Fine, fine.” You drew out a folded slip of paper from the hat that was previously shoved so unceremoniously into your face by a very expectant Tomo. Moments later she set the hat down and snatched the paper away before even you could look at it.

She opened the paper before, swallowing as if her life was on the line, turning to the guys in the room and screaming out, “Kaido! It’s your turn!”

The snaky sound of protest emitted from a corner of the large room. Kaido looked up, shocked and angered at the same time. You almost felt sorry for him, and you would have been, had you not been so terrified that he’d go off on you in the closet. “Come on, Viper!” Momo chimed, “Don’t be such a wuss!” Kaido flashed a glare at Momo and stood, his hands shoved into his pockets in a pout, and sauntered off towards the closet which Tomo was currently directing him towards. You followed behind him and joined him in the large, dark closet.

Everything went silent.

After Tomo closed the door behind you and you heard An yelling that your time had began you walked to a wall and stood. Just stood. Kaido’s faint breathing was heard from the wall opposite you. Images of his muscular chest rising and falling with his breaths stained into your mind. Blush rose on your face. “At least An didn’t lie,” you thought, “He’s here alright, and what are the chances he’d be the one to be stuck in the closet with me?”

“Kaido? Are you alright? You’re awfully quiet over there…” you asked without really thinking before you spoke.

“Fshhhh.” There was another of his snake sounds. “S-sorry.” In the quiet you heard his adjusting his green bandana.

“Not much to talk about right now, right?” He snake sighed again and you suspected that he was nodding.

“It’s cool. I know how you feel, Kaido.”

More silence between the two of you.

After a while you decided that, since Kaoru obviously wasn’t going to talk, you might as well start something up. After all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, right? So you rose and moved over by him. Your shirt rubbed against the plaster walls as you slid down into a squat, your shoulders slightly touching. Kaido tensed even at your lightest touch, you could feel it. “How’s tennis going?”

If you could see better, he’d probably be glancing at you right now, with that classic ‘are-you-seriously-asking-me-about-my-personal-life?-Wow-…’ look.

“Fshhhh…” he sighs yet again, “It’s fine.”

“Oh? That’s good. You’re improving, I hope.” Then you realized just how that sounded, “I mean, there’s always room for improvement, right?” Nice save…

He paused, “yes…” At this point you were beginning to worry that you were boring Kaido with this constant ramble, and you shut yourself up. But after a few minutes it seemed that Kaido was becoming worried that you were so silent, as his snake-like sigh once again broke the silence. “________…” he started, then paused, “…is something…wrong?”

Maybe Kaido wasn’t used to asking people that too often, because he seemed rather unsure about what to do in this situation. “Oh, I-I’m fine. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk right now. I thought maybe I was annoying you.” the statement was followed by a small giggle.

There was a shuffled sound of clothes against the plaster wall, Kaido was shifting around rather uncomfortably. “N-No. You weren’t bothering me. Talk if you want to, I don’t mind.” You’d never heard so many words come from his mouth. At least, not when he was ever talking to you.

Though blush flooded your cheeks at that moment, some words that weren’t supposed to leave your mind found their way off of your tongue. Some rather, er, perverted words.

“Actually,” you began, stuttering, “talking isn’t quite what I had in mind.” Inside your head a little voice clicked on and whispered twisted words to you. Words that made your muscles carry you, or rather crawl you, over towards the hissing teen. With a grin on your face, you pressed your hands on either side of his face. Slowly, you leaned in closer, closer, until there was only a centimeter’s worth of space between the two of you.

Then you closed it.

His lips were surprisingly soft and warm. Maybe his nicknames didn’t fit that well. You could start calling him “Kitten” or “Teddy”…but then again…he might not like that all too well.

Kaido froze stone still, his hands trembling at his side. You happened to grab his hand with yours and you felt him break into a cold sweat. Finally, you pulled out of the tender kiss to breathe. Only, your lips were met with his warm snaky sigh. Even in the dark you could see that he was a red as a beet.

You breathed onto him freely as well. “Should we…kiss again?” you asked, blushing as well. Sensing his slow, overwhelmed nod, you pressed your lips together once more, feeling the pleasure of his hand squeezing yours back. Soon, you both were twisting and turning your heads to get a better angle with every passing moment. His other hand ran through your hair carefully.

Soon the touching started. Light, agile, fingers tracing over your sides and collar bones. Then up and down your back and sliding down your thighs. God, how did he know just where to touch you? How did he touch you just right?

Every insignificant brush of the fingers sent fire coursing through your veins. When he rubbed a sweet spot on your stomach you gasped into his neck. You were doing your best to give him a hicky.

His hot tongue lapped at your chest and then he kissed his way up your neck, jaw, and to your lips, where you both lingered. Your hands rested on his shoulders and slid down his torso, feeling all his chiseled muscles under his shirt.

Funny. You’d never pictured Kaido as one to get involved in a game like this.

As his hands began to push up under your top, and your tongues roved one another’s mouths, there came an obnoxious rapping at the door. “Time’s up, Viper!” Momo screamed. You pulled away from him slowly only to find his steady glare directed at the door. If possible, his eyes would have bore holes into that door.

After you got off his lap you smoothed yourself down, your face souring when you swore to hearing Momo mumble something along the lines of “I’ll bet they didn’t do anything.”

“Fshhhhh…” Kaido sighed angrily.

“Just ignore him. He’s not worth the trouble.” you whispered, touching his arm gently. His biceps flinched at the brush of your fingers. He stuttered an agreement. Just before Momo ripped the door open, your grabbed Kaido’s hand and laced your fingers together. As soon as Momo saw that his jaw dropped open.

Resisting the urge to punch him, Kaido led you past Momo towards his seat, smiling to himself when he heard you telling Momo to, quote, “Close his mouth before bugs nest.” Unquote.

In the other room Kaido sat against the corner wall again, and you at his side, squeezing his hand. An and Sakuno were passing smiles to one another, leaving Tomo in the dust to stand and gawk. She and Momo could have been twins.

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Wow…Kaido is hard to write for. Since, you know, he blushes pretty easily when it comes to girls but he’s not really a ladies-man. But, I’d say I did alright, right?

Result o1: Ryoma Echizen

A sound of jealousy and embarrassment came fourth from Tomo’s lips. You knew instantly who you’d gotten.

“I’m not saying it!” Tomo cried, clutching the paper away from the others in the room. Sakuno made a grab for it when she realized that Tomo really had no plans on saying who you had pulled but failed epically and fell to the floor. An was the next to try and, though she came even closer, she failed as well. Eventually you gave up and headed towards the closet and nodded for the person you got to follow.

“Let’s go, Ryoma.” Said seventh grade rose from his place on the couch next to Momoshiro and Kunimitsu and stalked after your movements.

The door shut securely behind you and then Ryoma said, “You should lock that. In case that crazy girl tries to break in.” He did have a point, so you did as he suggested and locked the door.

The closet was a little warm so you pulled out a few hair ties from your pocket and pulled your hair up into two evenly split ponytails then sat against the wall, fanning yourself. Ryoma, you guessed, was seated somewhere on the other side of the small room.

“Are you hot?” Ryoma asked. You sent him a strange look and he picked up on it so he justified the question, “you pulled your hair back so suddenly.” Ryoma sighed and fingered the hem of his shirt. Shocks of heat pulsed through you for a moment when you caught a glimpse of his pale chest but they quickly subsided.

“Yeah. It’s a little muggy in here.”

“Agreed.” Ryoma sighed. Then he muttered something about wanting a Ponta.

Sultry silence slowly enveloped both you and Ryoma for a few moments before you felt a slight movement at your side. Hot breath met the tender skin of your neck, making it even hotter in that cramped room.

“Ryoma…what are you doing?” you asked, although not completely started by his sudden presence.

“It’s so hot. Maybe we should take some clothes off, ________.’”

You smirked, “Shut up you cheesy, cocky, little bastard.” then you whipped around and slammed the sassy seventh grader up against the cold closet wall and mashed your lips against his so demandingly that he was taken aback for a moment. Soon though, Ryoma kissed back, fighting for dominance with all his might.

Ryoma was the first to add tongue to the skirmish, winning quickly and half surprising you. Still, he was Ryoma, and some skill was to be expected of him even if it was making-out(Which you suspected he’d never done before). When Ryoma started to push you back for control, you responded by immobilizing his hands with one of your own, and pinning his wrists above his head. He grunted slightly at the loss.

Still, it didn’t stop his tongue from fighting. You tried and tried, but no matter how hard you attacked him he kept his dominance over your mouth. Finally you got fed up and pulled away. “Dude,” you said quietly, “you could give me a fighting chance, you know. What do I have to do, rip your tonsils out?” [1]

Ryoma’s dark chuckled met her ears. “Maybe you just don’t want it bad enough.” Exactly one moment later Ryoma gasped in pleasure as she scrapped her teeth down his neck, finding multiple sweet spots along the tender skin automatically.

“Or maybe I need to ‘tongue-tie’ you.” The low-toned whisper made him shutter beneath you. Now this felt good. Having the total seventh-grade Ryoma McHottie shaking beneath you. Having your crush under your almost-complete power.

You latched your teeth onto his lean neck and ran your tongue all along the soft flesh, even sucking one some particular spots that you’d made a point of finding moments before. Then down, down until the collar of his shirt was in your way. Using your free hand you tugged down the cloth to reveal that pale skin once more. Butterfly kisses on the untouched skin was enough to make Ryoma moan.

“Let go.” he said under his breath. Apparently you didn’t hear him, so he said it again, louder, and in a bit of a demanding tone. Though you really didn’t want to, you let one of his hands go, just to find his grip falling on the hand you were using to hold down his shirt collar. “You hold one of my hands back, I hold one of yours back.”

You chuckled into his ear and tugged at your arm, but he held tight. “You’re so annoying, Ryoma.”

“Just now catching on?” he breathed playfully into your ear with a little lean forward. You let go of that one arm of his, if only to have yours be freed, but Ryoma played the trickster in this game of RP and flipped you over to pin you against the wall for what you guessed was going to be payback. He pulled your shirt up over your stomach and kissed the tender skin.

When he got your shirt off over your head you became quite restless for equality, so he removed his own top. His lips met the soft skin of your cleavage. Your cold hands met the skin of his chest. Each person’s part roaming the other’s. Ryoma had just kissed your lips again and gotten the nerve to grab your breasts when there was a blinding light, and ear splitting scream, and the slamming of the closet door once more.

“Sounds like Tomo.” you chuckled into the kiss you shared.

“Seems so.”

“We gonna stop?”

“Not till they make us.”

There was a few people’s silent whispers from the other side of the wooden barricade before a slow knock rapped at the door. You both ignored it and continued on.

“Ryoma, ________, times up. You’ve got to come out.” Sounded like Oishi’s nervous voice calling out to you from the other side. Ryoma’s response was to run his hands under your skirt and make you moan via hip-tickle-age. After that there was a more vicious, threatening knocking sound.

“Ryoma!” Momo boomed, “Get the hell out! Your turns up!”

With a roll of his brown eyes and an annoyed sigh, Ryoma got to his feet and opened the door a crack, “Momo?” you heard him ask.

There came a growl from the older-than-Ryoma 8th grade boy, “Get a room.”

“We’ve got one.” The door shut once more, leaving you in a giggling fit on the floor, clutching your sides. Ryoma looked back at you with a smirk gracing his lips and pounced back on top of your body, already beginning the process of kissing trails down your neck again.

“Was that not ‘making us?’”

“Not until they get a sempai.” he explained, and your giggled again. They’d sure get one there soon if they hadn’t already. They were bound to. With that in mind you pushed Ryoma off, though he whined, and gathered your shirt and threw it on. Still down on the floor Ryoma pouted, his eyes following your movements like a sad puppy.

“Quit giving me that look.” Before he could reply you leaned over, tilting his chin up with your finger, and lightly touched his lips with yours. As if in anger, Ryoma growled when you pulled away from that. Like he was saying ‘you’re kidding me, right? That’s all?’ The next second he grabbed each side of your face and smashed his lips into yours with another growl. “That’s enough.”

You pulled away and pat him on the head. He looked as if he were planning on jumping you but you were both interrupted when there came a stern yell from the hall outside of the door. “Echizen--!”

Before the voice could even finish calling his name you opened the door to a glaring Tezuka and smiled up at him. “Yelling inside someone else’s house, Tezuka-sempai? I’m stunned!” Fake gasping and then laughing at your own comedy genius, you walked away. Moments later Ryoma walked out fully dresses and followed you to a seat on the couch where you two sat together the remainder of the night.

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[1] I’ve never had my tonsils removed, but I’ve heard how much it hurts. So I can only imagine having them removed without any pain killers or being pout to sleep first…(I hear you get to eat lots of ice cream!!!) But, still, I thought that this line was funny.

Prologue::

It was Saturday night and Sakuno had decided to throw a party. Well, Tomo had decided and convinced Sakuno to have it at her house. Guess who was invited. Just about every damn person in the world, that’s who!

You and An had showed up early to help set up because you both were some of Sakuno’s closer friends, and you had to admit that it looked pretty good when you were finished decorating. “Behold, the fruits of our labor!” Tomo snickered. How cheesy.

“It does look good, doesn’t it?” said An, fingering the table cloth on the table with all of the snacks and drinks.

Sakuno giggled. “At least were ready, especially on such short notice.”

All three of you sent a look at Tomo and she scoffed. “What? What’s with the accusing looks, huh? It’ll be fun, won’t it?!” though you gave no verbal response, you were thinking about how that was kind of true. Maybe it would be fun -- then again it might totally suck and your reputation could go down a few dozen points for the horrible waist of masses of talented, hot guys’ time… “Everyone sent out the invitations, right?” You all nodded at Tomo’s question. “Good. So, then we should have all the guys from Seigaku, Hyotei, Fudomine, St. Rudolph, Yamabuki, Rikkai Dai, and Shitenhoji showing up. Great! So far everything is panning out perfectly!”

You dropped down onto the couch and fiddled with the end of your skirt[1] wondering if, possibly, you-know-who[2] would be coming to this party. An plopped down next to you and flashed a knowing smile.

“I sent his invitation personally. I’m sure he’ll be coming.” she said. Your heart skipped a beat before you calmed and grinned at her.

“You know me all too well, An. It’s getting kind of creepy.” She laughed. “Anyway, any idea when they’ll be getting here?”

As if an answer to your question there came a knock on the door and the floods gates opened…

***

Well, it sure as hell wasn’t as bad as it could have been. You mingled, a lot, and everyone seemed to be having a good enough time. Sakuno had turned on the music some hours ago and you’d already made three trips to the basement to get more soda.

In short, it was a good party.

That is, until Tomo recommended Seven Minutes in Heaven, which was soon upgraded to Thirty Minutes in Heaven, courtesy of Sengoku “Lucky” Kiyosumi. The bastard…

There was an argument of who would go first, and of who’s all names would be placed in a drawing hat -- which was later settled on everyone by An -- and then Tomo suggested that the hostess go first. That made Sakuno pass out on the spot, and the hat was turned to, lo and behold, you.

“Alright, ________, you draw first!”

No point in arguing with Tomo, there was no way to win. With a grimace gracing your features, you crammed your hand into the mess of tiny papers and shuffled around before settling on one piece…

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[1] If you don’t like skirts, well too damn bad~ (T[]T)

[2] ‘you-know-who’ is supposed to be a hint at your PoT crush~ (^_^)